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SHANY All In One Makeup Kit (Eyeshadow, Blushes, Powder, Lipstick & More) Holiday Exclusive
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Dance Mom or Makeup Enthusiast? This is the Best Makeup Starter kit for Makeup Newbies . Perfect beginner makeup for teens and girls. Makes a great holiday gift idea.
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devitalise · 11 months
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has/does anyone use the refy primer? would they recommend
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i-llbehere · 9 months
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She’s something
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Makeup and outfit is looking very very sexy for dinner. And that makes me happy
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lauren-delorean · 1 year
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Happy new year! 🎇🎊🎇
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sirpepperston · 2 years
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if you're a makeup artist and you use an elf primer im stealing something out of your house
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luveline · 5 months
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Hi lovely, how are you? Idk if you're doing the blurbs still but if you are, can you do something like Eddie taking care of a hungover reader that just partied to hard with her friends? Or something with hockey! Eddie because I love him and you ❤️
I'm good thanks! I hope this is ok ♡ fem
"Come on, loser. Eat up." 
"Can't eat." You stare up at your friend with pleading eyes. "Don't make me." 
"I'm not gonna make you do anything," Eddie says, sliding a plate of eggs and bacon in front of you at the kitchen table with a shrug. "Feel like shit forever, see if I care." 
You pick up your coffee with shaking hands. "You could stand to be a little nicer to me," you whine lightly, more pleading than annoyed. "I don't feel well and you're supposed to love me." 
You think even a dash of compassion from Eddie could cure you. He's not a mean guy —he's been known to hug you at random moments, or lick your wounds for you when things get tough— he's just having an 'I told you so' moment, of which he's prone. 
"This is your own fault." Eddie fills a glass of water at the sink and puts that next to your plate. "If you're going to drink coffee you need water, too. The coffee will make you feel worse in the long run."
"You're like a drill sergeant." 
He finally breaks, reaching across the table to squeeze your forearm. "I just want you to feel better, you dummy." 
Your eyes dry and your head pounding, you switch from coffee to water if only to see some approval in his gaze as he takes the chair beside yours and starts on his own breakfast. Steam drifts in the air, the greasy smell of bacon tickling your nose. You poke an egg yolk with your fork, grimacing as it breaks. 
"Could I make some toast or something instead?" you ask. You really would like to eat, but the egg and bacon is too heavy. You're afraid you won't be able to keep it down. 
He rolls his eyes. "I'll make you some toast, babe, just drink your water." 
He makes you some toast, plate to his chest so he can eat and watch the bread brown at the same time, eating in that boyish way where he leans down to the fork rather than bringing it up to his mouth. It's his fault you got so drunk, in a roundabout way, though you don't actually think that and you'd never tell him if you did. He was in his stupid elf costume from his favourite book, his hair sleek and out of his face, face painted pale. Will you do my makeup? had started innocuously and ended with his hands on your waist to hold you in place, heart in your throat, pulse a hummingbird under his touch. You had to drink to forget the feeling. To avoid ruining everything. 
He seems to be taking pity on you now, swapping your plate for a new one of toast. He dips down to kiss the top of your head Eddie style, smacking. "You should quit partying so hard." 
"It felt like a good idea at the time." 
"Sweetheart," he says, pausing as you take a bite of your toast like it's his mouth that's full. He sighs and wraps an arm around your shoulders to hug you. "Is it really bad?" 
"I feel dizzy." 
"Eat your toast," he encourages, softer now, not a dummy in sight. "You'll feel better once you've recouped your losses. I'll make you some pedialyte, if you want?" 
"Can't I just have gatorade?" you mumble, mouth full of toast, head full of his naked arm pressing to your collar. 
"Don't want much, do you?"
Still, Eddie hauls you to the couch with a bucket just in case and a promise to return. He drives the two miles there and back it takes to get you gatorade and he doesn't complain about it, just breaks the seal and presses it into your hand. 
It's the most peculiar thing when he sits down next to you and takes your hand. Almost hesitant at first, then like it doesn't mean a thing, he holds your hand for the few hours between breakfast and lunch until you feel better, gatorades drank, and an orange eaten between you. 
"Next year," he says, slinking down into the couch, the smells of lunch cooking on the stove, your hand once again taken and held to his chest, "we should go as a duo costume." 
"Like what?" 
"I don't know. Ferris and Sloane?" 
"No one would ever guess who Sloane was." 
"How about, uh," —he's speaking casually, voice dipped low and rough— "fucking, Baby, from that movie you like? Baby and Tommy." 
"Dirty Dancing? You want to go as Baby and Johnny?" you ask. It's the most coupley couples costume there is. 
"I'd have to cut my hair. I don't think I'm ready for that."
"Did you hit your head while you were out?" you ask. 
"Whatever. You can just go as something lame again." He finger runs down your forearm. "You looked nice, but you could've looked awesome. You could've been Arwen." 
"Oh, I get it now. You want a mental image for the bank." Eddie groans and pulls away from you. "No, it totally makes sense, you've been so lonely ever since Macy cut you off–" 
"Shut up, I cut it off with her." He shakes his head and stands. "You're starting to make me regret it," he warns, though the smile appling his cheeks shows that he's not as serious as he sounds. 
He leaves you there on the couch with that stunning implication, your thoughts racing, and when he comes back it's to act like nothing happened, your lunch nicely plated and an ice cold drink to match. "Try and eat it, okay?" he asks. 
"Sure thing, Dr. Hyde." 
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starstruckmiraclekitty · 11 months
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THE 141 RESPONDING TO READER'S CRAVINGS (pregnant or not) SUSPICIOUSLY BUT STILL GETTING THEM WHAT THEY WANT cuz they love them 😭😭
Hehe, absolutely! I did this one just as pregnant readers cravings if that's okay! I've heard of some really interesting ones to say the least🤣
141's + König's Reactions To Pregnant Readers Cravings
Warnings: mentions of gagging, urge to throw up
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Simon Ghost Riley-
Simon awoke to an empty bed, groaning as he stretched his arms out to find your side of the bed cold. He rubbed at his eyes and stretched before swinging his legs off the side of the bed.
His brows furrowed slightly as he could smell the aroma of tomato sauce in the air. It was 8 am, what were you up to downstairs?
He made his way down to the kitchen and found you singing along your favorite song, cooking away at the stove.
"...babe?" He asked, approaching you slowly. "What, uh, what are you making?"
"Have you ever seen the movie ELF? With Will Farrell? That scene where he makes the spaghetti? It just sounded really good." You turned to him with a wide smile, as you giggled maniacally.
Simon swallowed thickly, slightly terrified at what was unfolding in front of him. He'd be lying, though, if he said he didn't find the sight of you adorable. You had a raging bedhead, your makeup still slightly smudged from yesterday, and were draped in one of his shirts, which practically dwarved you despite your growing belly.
He watched as you struggled with the pasta and chuckled slightly before making his way over to you, placing his hands on your waist as he kissed your forehead. "Need help?"
"Yes! Oh, that'd be great. The sauce is almost done. Can you get the syrup and the candy from the pantry?" You turned to him with a smile, and there was no way in hell Simon could ever say no to you.
He did as he was asked and felt his insides churn slightly as he watched you throw all of the ingredients together on the plate.
"Darn bottle won't open!" You huffed in frustration, prompting Simon to come to the rescue. "Thanks, Si. Once it's opened, can you pour it all over the pasta?"
"You want...syrup all over the pasta?" He suddenly realized you were being quite serious about the reference to the Christmas movie. "I uh.. okay."
He felt bile rise in his throat as he poured the syrup all over the pasta and tomato sauce, and it took everything in him not to puke as he watched you scarf it down. "It's SO good, Simon!"
"Sweetheart, I love you, but that looks dreadful." He chuckled, patting you on the head. "I'll go to the store and buy some TUMS, lord knows you'll need it later."
He gave a kiss to your head before grabbing his keys, stopping when you called out to him, waiving a small piece of paper. "Wait! I have a list. Can you get me these?"
"God, you're lucky I love you." He rolled his eyes playfully as he pressed a kiss to your lips. "Oh blood hell, that tastes horrid."
He grabbed the piece of paper and had to bite back a laugh as he looked at what was on the list. "Hot sauce? Ice cream? Tuna? Do I want to know?"
"Probably best not to ask."
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John Price-
"Babe, I was going to order us some dinner, what did you want?" Your husband, John, called from the other room.
"I'm actually okay! Order for yourself. Found my new favorite snack." You shouted back, digging into the food in front of you.
Confused, given that you never turned down the chance to order food, John made his way into the kitchen, and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you.
You were perched on the counter, 5 months pregnant, and in your lap was a carton of ice cream, with a jar of pickles right next to you. He watched as you scooped at the ice cream with one of the pickles in your hand.
John had to practice wicked self-restraint, as he tried desperately to not puke. "Love. Are you eating pickles... and ice cream?"
You nodded your head vigorously before biting off a chunk of pickle and spooning ice cream into your mouth seconds after. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let out a content sigh.
"Who knew! That pickles and ice cream would be SUCH a good combination?" You exclaimed, a wide smile on your face. "You should try it!"
"Oh. No, that's all you love. Wouldn't want to take it from you." He replied, trying to be polite. Though he found the idea utterly repulsive, he didn't want to make you feel bad about what you were craving.
John watched on, horrified, as you downed nearly the entire carton of ice cream and at least a half dozen pickles. How you weren't getting sick from it, he'd never know.
"Do you know if we have peanut butter?" You asked, turning to your husband with a hopeful gaze.
John blinked a few times before realizing you were talking to him. "Oh, yeah. Let me uh, grab it for you."
He reached in the cabinet next to you and slid you the jar of peanut butter. You grabbed at it and methodically dipped the pickle you were holding into the peanut butter. This time, Price couldn't hide the look of disgust on his face.
"Oh my God, this is incredible. I don't know why I didn't try this before!"
"I can think of quite a few reasons why a perfectly sane person wouldn't try it." He chuckled, and quickly dodged as you threw the spoon at him.
"Hey, Mister! You know better than to rile up a person when they are pregnant! It's not good for the baby!" You said playfully, as you flicked pickle juice at your husband. "Anyways, go ahead and order whatever you want!"
"Oh, sweetheart, my appetite is long gone."
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Johnny Soap MacTavish-
"Hey, when you're out... could you possibly get pickles... and jelly?" You approached your husband shyly as you twirled your hair between your fingers. You'd had this craving for weeks, and it was getting to the point where you could no longer ignore it.
Johnny stiffled a laugh before offering a mock salute. "No idea what you'll do with those, but sure thing. I'll be back soon."
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You met Johnny at the door when he returned, and were quick to grab the bag from his hands and sprint to the kitchen. You tore through the bag to grab the jar of pickles, and the jelly, and made quick work of spending the jelly all across the pickle.
"So, you going to make a peanut butter and jelly sandy? I didn't know if we had bread so I bought it... I bought..." Johnny's words trailed off as his eyes landed on you, practically inhaling the jelly covered pickle.
You turned to him with a sheepish gaze as you swallowed the remainder of your concoction. "What?"
"You just...ate pickles and jelly?" He asked, his brows raising.
"Look, it sounds gross, but I promise you, it tastes amazing. Try it!" You held up the second jellied pickle to him with a proud smile.
Johnny shook his head, chuckling and against his better judgment, grabbed the pickle from you, and took a bite.
"Not.. Not terrible." He said, coughing slightly. "Have you heard of dipping chips in honey though? Heard that's a weird craving but am tempted to try it if you're down, we've got the ingredients for it."
From that moment on, Johnny helped you with any pregnancy craving you had, and even encouraged some of them. He'd find various combinations on social media and would try them along with you.
The two of you even made it a game to see who could come up with the tastiest, weirdest combination. Surprisingly, Johnny won nearly every time.
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Kyle Gaz Garrick-
"Hey, babeeee?" You called out to your husband, Kyle, who was cooking breakfast in the kitchen.
"Yeah love, what's up?" Kyle asked, looking over his shoulder as he flipped the bacon.
"Could you possibly put a glob of Nutella on the side with my plate of bacon?" You bit your lip nervously, unsure of how Kyle would react to the unusual request.
"Sure, but what did you need it for? I don't have any toast made."
"I uh...dipping the bacon in it sounded rather good, so I wanted to try it."
"Well that's a new one, don't think I've heard that one before." Kyle chuckled.
He finished up cooking and put together a small plate of bacon and Nutella for you. He stared at it for a moment, wondering how you possibly could've come up with this concoction. To say he was curious of how it would taste, was an understatement.
He walked over to you with a smile and handed you the plate, laughing softly as you did a small happy dance. "One plate of bacon and Nutella for my love."
"Oh, it smells heavenly, thanks, Ky!" You dug right into the food, groaning loudly as it tasted even better than you thought it would. "Kyle, you have to take a bite. I know it looks gross, but it's so good."
Kyle couldn't help himself. The giant smile on your face had you looking adorable, and he'd do anything to make you happy. He walked over and took one of the slices of bacon before dipping it in the Nutella.
"Holy shit. This is so delicious, babe." His eyes lit up as the flavor exploded on his tongue. He grabbed another slice of bacon and used it to scoop up a large bit of the hazelnut spread.
You giggled as you moved the plate to the middle of the table, and gestured to the seat next to you.
Needless to say, the two of you spent the better part of that morning eating Nutella and bacon, not that either of you were complaining.
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König-
"Maus, what's all this in the cart?" König asked as he watched you throw yet another thing into your overflowing shopping cart.
"Oh! I'm just super hungry. I had a few things I wanted to try out." You gave him an elated glance before barreling down another aisle to grab another ingredient.
König chuckled to himself before looking down at the array of ingredients in the cart. You had everything from hot sauce to ice cream to oranges. He swallowed thickly as he remembered reading something in one of the pregnancy books he bought about the weird cravings those who were pregnant got.
You both made it home about an hour later, and he watched as you bolted inside, with one of the bags tucked firmly in your arms. He followed behind you and nearly gagged when he watched you grab the bottle of hot sauce and the jar of peanut butter. Surely... you weren't going to..
"Kö, can you get me a spoon?" You asked sweetly as you opened the ingredients in front of you.
König stood there for a moment, unable to process what was happening before he shook himself. He walked over slowly, grabbing a spoon from the drawer and handing it to you hesitantly. He watched as you snatched it from his hands, got a spoonful of peanut butter, and drizzled a decent bit of hot sauce on top.
You put the spoonful in your mouth and licked the entire spoon clean, moaning as you absorbed the taste. You put the spoon back in the peanut butter, before repeating the process with the hot sauce. "This is just what I needed."
"It...it tastes good?" König asked, bewildered. In his life, he'd seen people eat some pretty weird shit, but this easily took the cake.
"Oh gosh, it so does. Try it?" You asked, beaming as you turned to him. He gulped audibly as he approached you, taking the outstretched spoon.
You watched him with a hopeful gaze, as he took a tiny bit of the concoction on the spoon. He did his best to keep a straight face as he processed the taste and was trying not to gag as he desperately did not want to hurt your feelings.
He cleared his throat a few times before darting over to the fridge to grab a drink. He grabbed the first beverage he could find and downed it. "Maus.."
You gave a small giggle as you watched your husband's struggles. "Not a fan?"
"Oh, no, it was.. it was good. I'm just very thirsty." He gasped out as he finished the last of his drink. "Perhaps, I could make you a better snack though? I don't know how filling this will be for you."
"What kind of snack did you have in mind?"
König gave a hearty chuckle. "Well considering we bought half the store today, I'm sure I could come up with something."
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catforsley · 2 years
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It's not "only Sophie can do this". That is so far from true. Her friends are:
Fitz, one of the most powerful telepaths of his time. Could've killed someone if his friends didn't stop him. Sort of did kill him. Btw, it was his traitorous older brother.
Biana, one of if not the ONLY vanisher who can completely vanish to every species. Has twice tackled murderers. Almost fell off Mount Everest and is covered in scars because of those times. She's super proud of it. Literally could kill you in a face full of a makeup
Keefe, also tested on. Has 3-4 abilities, two of which are new with him. Snarked the ogre king and won a sparring match with him because of it. Also ripped out THE ogre king's earring. Pretty good with weapons. Can make you listen by word of mouth.
Dex, such a powerful technopath that the council requested him to make special tech instead of an elf that's hundreds of years old and invented most of society's daily gadgets. Often underestimated.
Tam, one of the few shades that can control shadowflux. Joined a group of murderers and killed a friend to save his sister (yeah Keefe's alive, but Tam thought that Stellarlune would kill him and he still did it).
Linh, who held up a river surrounding a kingdom that was poisonous and harder to control when she didn't have full control over her abilities. Btw, she was 15.
She is friends with a variety of elves with crazy powers, ogres, trolls, dwarves, gnomes, and a human.
Only Sophie being able to go in these battles is dumb. It makes sense bcz she's the mc, but not in the actual series.
So I present multi-perspective kotlc.
Solves the "only Sophie can do this" issue. Better for character development. Makes side characters' relationships and lives matter more.
It would change the plot slightly but I think it would help.
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MAC M.A.C. Studio Fix Powder Plus Foundation
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Studio Fix Powder Plus Foundation by MAC NC30
Country Of Origin: United States
Item Package Dimension: 9.0" L x 6.0" W x 3.0" H
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emeritusemeritus · 16 days
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Call me by your name [Fred Weasley x Malfoy!Reader]
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Pairing: FredWeasley x Malfoy!Reader
Timeline: OOTP, reader and twins are in their 7th year.
Summary: Malfoy!Reader had been successfully hiding her secret relationship with Fred Weasley for years. What happens when Fred no longer wants to hide? Cue angsty breakup and makeup fic!
Warnings: Mentions of deatheaters, Umbitch, negative commentary of status and wealth. House divide, negative talk of Slytherins. Abusive parents. Sorry Narcissa, I actually like you. Mentions of arranged marriages, swearing, public declarations of love. DA and inquisitorial squad mentions.
Word count: 3.4k
This came from a wonderful request from my dear @kellyxo1, as always thank you so much for your wonderful request, hope this is okay!🖤
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The air in the stuffy old Manor House was unbearably cold and stale, much like the family that resided there. The home of the Malfoy family, much like their surname, was figure of stature and tradition, a paragon of social status that oozed wealth and importance on account of their pure-blood status. Each member of the family had been selected by the sorting hat upon their arrival at Hogwarts to enter into the house of Slytherin, a fact the family was most proud of, another ode to their pure-blood roots and continued beliefs. Every malfoy had followed in the footsteps of the previous generation, marrying into other pure-blood families as to keep the bloodline strong, fraternising with equally powerful families that held the same beliefs, each out to gain and maintain status in the wizarding community.
"He's younger than me!" You shriek, you left arms lifting into the air as you look upon the stiff and unemotional faces of your parents who stand by the edge of your bed, delivering the news.
"Blaise is a fine boy and he shall make a fine husband," your father says, as if he truly believed the words that he was speaking. "He's from a long line of Slytherin's, a good student and a promising young wizard."
"He's a complete twat," you argued, taking a seat on the edge of your bed, completely exasperated by the conversation you were forced to endure with your parents.
"It's only two years difference," your mother says, trying to remain at least diplomatic as your father gave you a thunderous look for your selection of language.
"He's a friend of Draco's! It's archaic and barbaric." You added, trying to express your disgust at the very thought but it was immediately apparent that your parents did not share in your distaste, nor understand it.
"Young lady!" Your father hissed in displeasure, the veins on his head looking fit to burst.
"I just don't understand why I have to marry someone with status," you say, in a calm and somewhat emotionless voice, realising that your emotive reaction was doing no favours here. "I don't understand why I have to be married at all, much less to somewhat that wasn't my choice."
"We want the best for you," your mother adds, her hands clasped in front of her as her gaze flicks between you and your father. It's a blatant lie, a way of manipulating you into following their path but it wouldn't work, not this time.
"Then let me make my own choices," you retort, not meeting their eyes.
"So you can run back to that blood traitor?" Your father all but screams, his temper exploding as he throws his cane, narrowly missing the house elf that was tending to the paintings in the hallway just outside of your door. He storms off in a flurry of black robes, almost growling under his breath as you hear his heavy footsteps marching angrily away.
The mention of Fred makes your stomach roil dangerously, filling you with hatred for your family, for the life you'd been born into. You don’t know how they came to know about your situation, but you detested their use of it against you. The anger dissipates slightly as you watch your mother perch on the side of your bed, hands still folded in her lap as she looks at you with a conflicted expression.
"We just want what's best," your mother repeats but you interject, frustrated by her attempt to keep pushing the matter you were so obviously not open to discussing.
"You had your chance! You chose to marry for money and status," you replied, a harsh tone to your voice that you'd seldom used at your mother.
"I didn't have a choice!" She says, her voice coming out like a hiss as her resolve drops so that you finally see her fraying nerves.
You pause, taking a moment to really see your mother as a young woman that was in your position so many years ago.
"If it's so bad why would you want that for your own daughter?" You ask, trying to appeal to her though your emotional delivery, trying to reach out for that young woman who must have felt exactly how you did right now.
She refuses to meet your eyes, nor answers your question. You realise very quickly that you're getting nowhere and never would. All emotions exit you as you look upon your mother feeling no love or affection, nor receiving any in return.
As you looked upon the vision of your mother and thought of your fathers reaction, you felt an empty void of emotion where love should be. The chasm of happy memories was empty, at least when it came to your family.
Right then you thought of Molly and Arthur, of the whole family and the strong, foundational outpouring of love in which the family was built around. Two people that loved one another deeply, building a life and a family, creating a warm and loving home for their children to thrive in.
They'd be celebrating Christmas right now, with gorgeous homemade food and handmade presents, surrounded by love and laughter and maybe the occasional cross word.
Poor in wealth but rich with love; and you would always chose that over this.
"I refuse to marry Blaise Zabini or any other pure blood suitor you deem acceptable," you say matter of factly, your voice completely void of emotion as you made your point clear. "I'll make my own choices in life. You may not have been strong enough to resist the pressure but I am, I refuse to be forced into a loveless marriage and live out a miserable existence like you."
"You're no daughter of ours," your mother sneers. "No. I'm not."
Later that night, you lay in your dark and dreary bedroom, looking around at the bare, lifeless walls that held no sentiment nor icon of your personality, your life. You thought of Fred and George's bedroom and how cluttered it must be, with all their quidditch memorabilia and Weasley products lying around. They'd have bedspreads that had been knitted for them, fresh sheets that smelt like their home and little trinkets around the room that had been collected throughout their lives. You had none of that, even down to the colourless and scentless sheets on your bed. You thought of Fred often, the boy you loved more than anything in the world. The boy that had seen past your surname and your Slytherin placement and still loved you regardless. He hadn't been prejudiced or hateful, nor had he used you to gain status in the Wizarding community. He simply loved you because he loved you.
Loved.
Memories flashed behind your eyes of happier times, your relationship strengthening over the years until you were completely infatuated with each other, planning your futures in hushed whispers and promising secrets. You could be yourself around Fred, completely unashamed of the things you'd believed for so long to be personal failures and character faults.
You'd been together since your fifth year, unable to deny the attraction any longer. You'd started sneaking around, stolen kisses in the secret passageways, sneaking out after hours, notes slipped into pockets, fingers grazing as you walked past eachother pretending the other didn't exist. You secretly cheered for each and every hit he'd administer on the quidditch pitch, every dive and skilful deflection of the bludger. Though you couldn't cheer or support him outright, you always kept a little something on you in Gryffindor red that you both knew meant that you were there for him.
After a while, you told your small group of friends and Fred told his, including his siblings. There were tensions at first, of course there was, but after seeing how good for each other you were, of how happy you were together, the grievances quickly quietened.
His friends became yours too, a real and honest group of friends that too could rely on, share with and care for in return.
You didn't have to hide anymore, at least not with them. But Slytherins much like their name were mostly all vicious snakes, with sharp tongues and deceitful tendencies. You couldn't let them know, couldn't allow them to spoil the singular good thing you had in your life and so for the most part, your relationship remained hidden to the wider school.
It was exciting at first, rebelling against the restrictive and domineering upbringing you were forced into. You weren't like your parents or Draco, or any members of your family really. You were certainly no deatheater and didn't hold the same disgusting values that they did. Blood trainers, mud bloods, muggleborns or muggles, everyone should have the right to be treated the same, to live their life without fear or prejudice.
Fred knew, he knew you weren't one of them, that you were better, different than your name but also that you couldn't step out of line for fear of the repercussions you'd face. Or at least, you thought he understood.
Your seventh year at Hogwarts, your last. The last hurdle to get through before you could truly be your own person and break away from the chains of being a Malfoy. You had a plan, carefully and slowly formulated for years for the eventual day you'd be your own person and free to make your own choices, leaving your family behind. Your world would gain colour and warmth instead of the cold and monochrome world you felt you loved in. Only, it wouldn't happen now, at least not as you always planned it.
Things had been going so well, you were on track to ace your NEWTS, your relationship with Fred was almost blissful and with everything happening behind the scenes, it kept your parents busy and mostly out of your way. But then it all started to crack when Fred became Fred up of sneaking around, becoming paranoid and suspicious of your true intentions. You'd tried your hardest to squash these intrusive thoughts, to calm his nerves and to show him just exactly how much you wanted him but for so many reasons you couldn't be open about it. He'd face repercussions too, not just you. But he didn't see it that way, said he didn't care, that he just wanted to be able to be in love without having to hide it.
The last nail in the proverbial coffin came when Umbridge turned up and tried imposing her disgusting views upon the students, altering the curriculum and moving in favour of the deatheaters under the guise of ministry control. You'd joined Dumbledore's Army without a scone thought, knowing it was the right thing to do. The only Slytherin who was invited to join, their trust in you appreciated. But then Umbridge had formed the inquisitorial squad and you'd never felt a more painful divide in your life. Your younger brother had proudly joined, sadistically enjoying the power he was bestowed with. The danger of being discovered , found to be a traitor and the consequences of that were almost enough to make you quit the DA, but you persevered with increasingly fraying nerves.
You were stressed, tormented by the divide in your life and the conflicting expectations of you with no outlet to express your frustrations.
So you did what you had to do and fought harder to keep your relationship a secret, to keep the one good thing in your life away from the dementor-like happiness stealing of your family. The Christmas holidays were coming up and your anxiety was peaking at having to spend an extended amount of time away from your boyfriend and friends and have to go back to that dreary manor with your even drearier family. Fred could tell that something was up with you, that you were unhappy, tense and quiet but he never stopped to read between the lines, to see the big picture. Instead, his insecurities began to plague him again until one day you both snapped.
"I just don't understand why we still have to hide!" He says with a frustrated growl, pinching the area between the bridge of his nose and his eyebrows.
"Because I can't be without you!" You say back, voice raising to a dangerous level as you become irritated at having the same conversation over and over again. "If my family find out that's it, they'll force me to stop dating you, lock me away. I'll never be able to leave then."
"So what, I'm just a part of your plan? A stepping stone for you to break away and then as soon as you're free you can throw me away? Thanks for that mate, sorry to using you and all," he mocks, only furthering your anger that you're painfully trying to repress.
"Using you? You think that's what this is? You think you're just a pawn for me, even after two years of loving you?"
"You tell me," he says, eyes dark.
"Unbelievable," you say under your breath, closing your eyes as you take a seat on one of the wooden crates down in the passageway between the staircases and Honeydukes, your regular spot.
"Or are you embarrassed by me, is that it? The poor, scruffy Weasley boy that fell for the rich, beautiful Malfoy. The prophet would have a field day, wonder if they'll make us into a film," he rants, a vicious side appearing in his tone. "The deatheater and the peasant."
"How dare you!" You say, standing up in a fit of rage, squaring up to him like you'd never done before; the insult he'd so readily dished out feeling like a blast to the heart. "I'm no more a death eater than you are you prick! You think I'm embarrassed of you? I think you're ashamed of me, ashamed that you fell for the bad seed, the villain. I think you can't stand that I'm a Malfoy and you know it. My surname bothers you much more than your's bothers me."
"Yeah maybe it does."
Silence. His words are met with sheer silence, except for the pounding of your breaking heart. I'm your worst nightmares you'd never expected those words to fall from his lips, for him to admit the thing you'd been fearing the most since your crush of him started to bloom. You were tainted goods, a person that tried her hardest to be good that would always be haunted and spoiled by her name.
"No, no sweetheart I didn't mean, I don't think that," he began backtracking, realising that he'd gone way too far this time. "It makes me crazy that I can't shout from the bloody roof that you're mine no matter how much I want to. I don't care that you're a... Malfoy," he says, reaching out for you to hold you close, knowing that he was hanging by a thread here.
You're quiet for a moment as you take in his words, unsure of how to proceed.
"Maybe you're right, about it all," you paused. "But if you wanted me to believe all that, you should have said my surname with less disgust."
You turned around walked away, ignoring his calls, barely holding yourself together until you made it back to your dormitory and finally allowing yourself to sob. You should have known you could never be happy, it was ridiculous to think that anyone could ever get past the fact that you were born to be bad.
The week that followed before the holiday was sheer torture. You gathered sympathetic looks front your friends, or rather Fred's friends but were unable to get any actual comfort as you couldn't fraternise with the social enemy.
Fred however, hadn't spared you a single glance since that evening in the tunnel, the fight that had ended your relationship, or so it seemed. He went back to pretending you didn't exist, believing your harsh words all to easily. He'd said things on his side too but you thought, stupidly, that you'd be able to explain that you were simply retaliating. Apparently he wouldn't give you a chance to explain.
"Maybe you're right, about it all."
Those words haunted you, cut you deeper than any splinching ever could. If only you'd pushed down your anger, never said those words, he'd still be yours. But now he wasn't.
Christmas break was miserable, even more so than usual as you sat alone in your bedroom, physically and mentally distanced from any sense of company.
You though of Fred often, wondering what he was up to, wondering if he was happy. You hoped his dad was okay after hearing through the grapevine about his attack. You hoped that even if it was just a little, that he was missing you.
When you got back to school, you were just as miserable and separated from your peers as you were at home. The friendship group you'd built up of good people still have you distanced smiles and sympathetic glances but you felt the distance more than ever. It lasted for a few days before you'd had enough, completely depleted and in need of something good back, you needed Fred. You tried to think of ways to get him alone, to explain but you couldn't think of anything. You sat in the Great Hall, completely separated from your Gryffindor friends and sat between two of the most bearable Slytherins you could find, trying to ignore the boasting and mockery your brother was bestowing a little further up the table.
It makes me crazy that I can't shout from the bloody roof that you're mine no matter how much I want to.
You looked around you, considering your options. It wasn't a rooftop per se, but it would do.
You climbed up on the table, unfazed by the cries of outrage of the people around you as you ascended, trying to be mindful of the plates and glasses on the table. Draco shouts at you to get down, what are you doing, but much like always, you ignore him. The commotion began pulling people's attention towards you but you knew you had to make it quick because the faculty and teachers were starting to notice.
"I have something to say," you said, projecting your voice until you were certain you’d be heard across the hall. “I’ve been hiding something, for so long, something that never should have been hidden in the first place. I was scared and stupid. I’m a Malfoy, a Slytherin… but I’m completely and hopelessly in love with a Gryffindor.” You look up to where Fred is watching you with wide eyes, the first hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. Your eyes quickly flick over to George who is beaming at you, enjoying the demented display you were putting on, encouraging you to continue before you lost your nerve.
“Fred Weasley I’ve loved you since that bloody third year Quidditch match when George hit that bludger at Snape and you winked at me for laughing. You told me that we didn’t have to hide, that you’d shout from the rooftops, well this is the best I could do considering.”
Fred makes his way to you quickly, sensing that the teachers were on their way to inevitably punish you.
“You’re bloody insane woman,” he says with a laugh, unfazed by the entire hall watching you as he holds out his hand for you to come down. You smile at him, so happy to see him smile at you again, to hear his voice.
“Y/n Malfoy! Get down, get down! Detention!”
Instead of helping you down, Fred suddenly seizes your hand and uses you to pull himself up until he was also stood on top of the Slytherin table, cackling at the groans of the other slytherins around you.
“Mr Weasley, detention!”
“More time to spend with you,” he shrugs, smiling as he bends down to kiss you wildly in the middle of the hall as cheers erupt around you, making you both laugh into the kiss.
“It really doesn’t bother you that I’m a Malfoy?” You ask, suddenly bothered by what he’d said before as you pull away slightly. His hand holds your cheek as he smirks, shrugging his shoulders.
“Not gonna be a Malfoy for much longer, I plan on making you a Weasley as soon as possible.”
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Hey lovelies <3
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I love face masks and eye masks! My current favorite face mask is the Red Bean Pore Refreshing Face Mask by Beauty of Joseon and my favorite eye masks are The Creme Shop Work Hard Rest Hard eye masks!
🩷 Body Care
body scrubs/body butters! I love using two similar scents together! For the summer, I use Tree Hurt Tropic Glow scrub and body butter and for winter I use Dove Exfoliating Scrub in Brown Sugar and the EOS Vanilla Cahsmete Lotion.
🩷 Hair Care
No specific product recommendations for this, but I love oiling my scalp twice a week! It makes my hair feel and look so beautiful! I currently use The Ordinary Moroccan Argan Oil and I use a scalp massager to gently massage the oil onto my scalp after applying it with warm fingers.
Hair Masks!!! I love the Shea Mositure Raw Shea Butter Hydration Mask so much, I use it with conditioner on my hair oiling days and my hair has never looked better.
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I love the Essence Tinted Brow Gel because even if I don't do much makeup, it makes me feel and look a little more put together.
Same goes for the Ulta Beauty Gel Eyeliner in Dark Brown, it makes me look and feel so much better some days, and it's not super bold like liquid liner so I don't feel the need to use Mascara.
Lip Oils!!! Milani Fruit Fetish and Elf Revive are my two favorites!! I have Milani In Cherry Lime and Elf in Jam Session. So moisturizing and a bit tinted so it makes me feel so good when I have it on. Even when I wear a bare face, I always use one of these to elevate my look!
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Vitamin/Mineral supplements! I only take ones I know will work for me or ones I'm deficient in. I currently take Vitamin D3 and Aple Cider Vinegar supplements but I am looking into taking Magnesium Gylcinate and Ashwagandha soon as well!
Self care hobbies and routines! My gentle morning routine, journaling, yoga, a wind down night routine, and reading informative books has been so helpful for me!
I'm personally looking for hair growth tips and tools (like the efficiency of silk hair wraps or silk pillow cases, hair growth oils and supplements, etc), any and all skincare tips and tools (like ice face rollers, are gua sha effective, etc), and even body care products recommendations as well!!
I hope this post helps others out too, with everyone sharing their products recs, tips, advice, favorites, and so on!
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jamies-latex-lust · 7 months
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Crossplay for the Girlfriend
It was almost time for the annual convention to come around again. Zach was particularly thrilled since this year, he'd be going with his girlfriend, Laura. Laura was beautiful and charming, with an outgoing personality and was pretty sultry.
The previous year, Zach had gone alone and seeing all the couples made him feel even more alone, so he knew he was lucky to have Laura. Especially because he was a shy, soft-spoken loser,.
When they'd last talked, she mentioned wanting to do a couple's cosplay together.
"I've got a few costumes I've really been wanting to try out," Laura said. "I'll text you a list later."
So, when Laura sent her list and it was only full of costumes she wanted to try, Zach didn't know what to do.
"I'm not sure which characters would go with most of these," he said as he nearly sent the text.
He stopped himself when Laura sent another text.
"By the way, it would be incredibly hot if you went as a girl too!" The text read.
Zach stopped himself from sending his original text. He quickly deleted it and sent a new text.
"Are you serious?" He texted.
Laura's response came a few minutes later.
"Yeah! Guys that are secure enough in their masculinity to crossplay are so hawt!"
Zach was apprehensive at first, but knew he'd better do what she wanted. After all, everyone knew Laura was out of his league.
Zach quickly scanned the list again, trying to figure out any characters that would work. In the end, Zach found two characters from Laura's list that he could work with.
One was a magical elf and the other was a dragon who used a crown to become a princess. Zach himself could go as either the elf's partner, or the Princess the dragon was always trying to kidnap.
If he went as the elf's partner, he had two options. One was her school uniform, a pink coat, white collared shirt, pink skirt and blue tie.
The other was her casual wear, a light blue sleeveless buttoned shirt, blue shorts with a belt, white thigh-high socks and blue platform sandals. She would occasionally wear bracelets with the outfit too.
The Princess only really had one option. A high collar, large pink dress with puffy sleeves, high-class white gloves and red high heels, along with a crown and jewelry.
He knew that his girlfriend loved both characters, so that wasn't a concern. But which outfit to choose.
Thinking if it practically, the school uniform covered everything but his legs. He could probably put on thigh-highs for that too, and the pink color of the jacket added to the crossdressing aspect.
The sleeveless shirt would expose his arms, except for the area the bracelets covered. The outfit wasn't the most feminine of his options, but it wouldn't cost much.
Finally, the Princess' outfit would cover nearly everything below the head. He might have to wear the thigh-highs with it too, or just stage his legs. There was also the small area between the gloves and the sleeves he'd have to shave.
Thinking over his options, Zach chose the Princess outfit. He figured it'd be what Laura liked best. And part of him was excited to see how well he could pull it off.
Zach sent his decision to Laura and she immediately texted back how much she loved his choice.
The next day, Zach and Laura met up and bought everything they'd need.
After they returned to Laura's apartment, she got to work on doing Zach's makeup. It would be a couple weeks before the convention, but she wanted to make sure he looked just right.
Following that was teaching Zach how to walk in the high heels. He stumbled a lot, but got the hang of it before returning home for the night.
Eventually, the day of the convention came. While Laura still looked like herself, albeit in costume, Zach had been completely transformed. Between the makeup, the costume and the wig, nobody would have been able to tell it was him.
Several photographers asked for their pictures, and every time, Laura would pull Zach into a kiss, exciting the crowd.
After an exhaustive day, the couple returned to the hotel room and Zach collapsed on the bed. "That was great," Zach said, closing his eyes. "I feel like I was really born again." "I know," Laura said. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Laura climbed on to the bed, positioning herself above Zach, smiling at him with the seductive smirk he'd fallen for.
"What was your favorite part of the costume?" Laura asked.
"Everything looks good on you," Zach said.
"I meant yours," Laura said, flirtatiously.
"Oh," Zach said, lifting his hands up. "I guess the gloves. I always found gloves like these attractive. Of course, all of it looked good."
"I think so too," Laura said, holding Zach down by the shoulders. "In fact, I think you look better this way."
"Huh?" Zach muttered.
"Yes, you make a wonderful girl," Laura said. "I think I want to keep you like this. Maybe in other costumes, but as my cute little girlfriend all the same."
"Your girlf-" Zach started, only to be cut off by Laura's tongue entering his mouth.
As Laura began making out with him, Zach had to admit, he did kind of like crossplaying. And it was obvious Laura enjoyed it too.
"What do you say?" Laura asked. "It would only be when we're alone, or at events like this, but how about you become my sissy?" Zach's eyes widened in surprise. "Become your sissy?" "Yes," Laura said. Zach hesitated for a minute, and then nodded.
"Yes, ma'am," Zach said. "I'll be your sissy."
"Good girl," Laura said with a laugh. "And, you know, my character is always trying to seduce your character. How about we celebrate this new development by acting out a scene as them?"
"What scene?" Zach asked.
"I packed a certain toy of mine," Laura said. "I'll go put it on, and you hike up that skirt of yours." Zach thought for a minute and realized what scene she wanted to enact.
"Yes, please, my dragon queen," Zach said in his most feminine voice.
"Good," Laura said. "I'll be back in a minute, and when I am, you better spread those legs for me, Princess." Laura then left the room, leaving Zach alone on the bed. Zach sighed as he thought of what was to come. It was going to be great.
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your-nanas-house · 1 year
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Secret mission
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◇ Pairing: Tom Riddle X follower!Reader
◇ Warnings: slightly smut, hook ups, missions, slightly fluff
◇ Summary: Y/n receives a secret mission by her dark lord.
◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.
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The Malfoy summer residence was massive and somber when viewed from the outside, a dwelling many dreamed of and several purebloods could afford, inside it was no different, elegant, wealthy and very pureblood.
It was used mainly during the family's summer vacations but since Abrasax had finished school it had become the abode where his lord, the dark lord, took refuge and ran meetings with his most trusted followers namely the purebloods he met years earlier at Hogwarts and who were still loyal to him.
One of these besides Abrasax and those who were part of the Slug Club during his school years there was a witch also from a pureblood family, belonging to the Slytherin house who, however, did not follow the ideals of those of her own blood. She was a slightly more open-minded girl which did not go unnoticed by Tom, especially during her school years, not many people considered her because of her quiet, almost shy and reserved nature.
She was the kind of person who doesn't want to annoy or be noticed that much and therefore a more introverted person who was only noticed after several minutes of walking into a room.
There was nothing special about her other than that, she was a quiet and devout witch, which is why the dark lord made such a decision.
During one of the meetings hosted at the Malfoy summer residence Tom seated his followers at the usual table made of mahogany, he was seated at the head of the table and the attention was completely on him as always, he spoke of his intentions and the news and then directed his attention to Y/n who as always was seated in the corner of the table, her low gaze fixed on the table as she listened attentively to what he was saying. She was wearing baggy clothes that covered and did not enhance, her face was without makeup, completely natural and her hair neat and arranged, her hair was the only thing she had in common with the other witches of her own kind.
No one had really noticed her but everything changed when her name echoed in the room they were in and the voice that spoke it was Tom's very voice.
All the eyes of the Death Eaters turned in the direction their lord was looking and then whispered surprised things to each other wondering when she had entered or why their lord had called her which they did not find out precisely since Tom simply got up slowly from his chair ordering the others to leave to talk alone with the young witch who was staring at him surprised and confused with her eyes wide and worried.
Everyone knew the significance and honor it was to be alone with Tom Riddle, especially if he was the very person who had requested or ordered it.
The followers followed the orders without question leaving the two alone in the huge dining room, Y/n did not move an inch as she waited to know why she was left there alone with her lord. 
It was soon revealed the mystery as Tom slowly approached her and sat down next to her making her turn to him with a malicious smile "I have a very...personal mission for you to do, my dear" he paused for a moment before continuing by pouring her with a spell some tea that a house elf had just brought inside the room "a mission that is close to my heart and must remain a secret between the two of us, I know it will be so but I simply wanted to make sure that you don't make words with anyone of the things you will discover during this assignment, do we understand each other?" Y/n simply nodded muttering an "of course, my lord" while continuing to anxiously wait for more details from the dark wizard who continued to speak after a sip of black tea "I need you to go to the Muggle world for a period so that I can be able to find out more about my origins and my family. I want you to look for information about both my father and mother starting simply from the fact that I know I am the Heir of Slytherin and my surname, do you think you can do that?".
The young witch nodded in surprise that she was receiving such a task, assuring him that she would do her best and that it would remain between the two of them, no one would find out anything.
These were the last things they said to each other before she left and disappeared for a whole month, sending occasional letters to Tom to hint him how things were going leaving the Slytherin heir in a state of wanting to know more and slight impatience but trusting the abilities of his trusted follower.
There were no letters for a week before her return, Y/n wrote her last letter exactly a week before she showed up as Tom had requested her to the meeting that would be held on the deadline the wizard had given her.
The meeting was again in the summer residence but this time something had changed, a different air was circulating and the focus was no longer just on Tom but on Y/n or what was left of her.
She was a completely different person, the shyness and reservedness was as if vanished showing a more confident and feminine side, her clothes were more revealing, a neckline was visible and her forms were well shown, she had even cut her hair in that month finding even makeup that brought out the highlights of her face. 
She was definitely different, something had happened and the male Death Eaters did not mind at all, the same could not be said of the women in the room especially when Tom requested a moment alone with Y/n after their meeting.
The young witch had to present herself in his study in order to be away from prying eyes and ears that might overhear the things she had discovered, when she entered the room she noticed how it had all been changed in style that mirrored Tom's own, he was sitting in his armchair by the fireplace, his red gaze fixed on the flames as he waited.
His head turned slowly casting a glance at Y/n before he smiled and nodded to her indicating her to sit in the armchair there next to him speaking only when he saw her sitting down.
"How did the mission go?" he asked her his eyes traveled lingering on the uncovered parts of her body and then her lips emphasized with lip gloss "good, definitely good, I found out what you wanted" she replied as she crossed her legs telling him how she found out more about the Gaunt family, Tom's mother's family, and the Riddle family, Tom's father's family. 
She stopped only when she finished her story of how things really happened before the Dark Lord's conception, biting her lower lip slightly as he continued to keep his red eyes on her, studying the changes and the things that were still left of the Y/n from before...if there were things left. 
There was a moment of silence between the two filled just by the crackling noise of the fire before he spoke again "what happened in the Muggle world that you didn't tell me?" he declared as he looked up again at her face noticing a blush appearing on her face and her y/e/c eyes setting away from his as she squeezed her thighs lightly together in a sinful way. 
Tom could see some embarrassment but also a spark of excitement in the girl's eyes as she let out a deep sigh before looking him in the eye "I did something very wrong but I would do it again" she nodded slightly before slowly getting up, moving closer to him.
Tom's body stiffened and his slightly hungry gaze followed every movement Y/n made as she slowly approached him, stopping behind the armchair "it was amazing, something I had never experienced before, the way his hands moved all over my body in such an.... expert and passionate way" Tom swore he heard her meow softly as she placed her hands on his shoulders tracing them before going to his chest slowly opening his shirt while her lips grazed the skin of his neck "the way his lips touched my bare... skin" she whispered the last word in his ear noticing the growing arousal in her dark lord that had slowly relaxed to her touch and a tent in his black pants was beginning to grow " he made me feel things no one has ever made me feel" she bit her own lip before shifting and stopping the physical contact with Tom but only briefly as with one movement she fell straddling his lap grabbing his tie "and the way his hips moved" she purred closing her eyes as she imagined probably the things that happened under the sheets in a yet unidentified bedroom.
Tom couldn't read her mind though, too distracted as she began to grind against him making snaps that made him hold his breath and desire for more "I'm aware of how wrong it is being me a pureblood but that muggle was just something" she murmured letting a sigh escape as she felt Tom's big, pale hands moving over her exposed thighs "a muggle? " he murmured in disbelief but could say nothing more because she kissed the corner of his mouth before whispering against his skin "a Muggle and it would never have happened without you, my lord" she murmured brushing her lips against his jaw and moving to his neck causing Tom's head to rest against the armchair as he waited impatiently for ecstasy "your father has a beautiful home, a manor and he lives there with his mother and father, he has an old money style and he looks a lot like you" there was another small pause "only older and more mature" she murmured the last word in his ear, rolling her hips against his before standing up noticing how Tom's body reacted to the separation, moving toward her with the intent of grabbing her and bringing her back to where she was.
Y/n moved around the room looking around before turning and biting her bottom lip with a hungry look turned toward Tom's "and he's really good at it" she winked and an embarrassed giggle came out of her as she sighed dreamily not noticing the change of expression on her lord's face.
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