you’d always been a nerd, there was no doubt about that — it’s only now you were older, you were known as a nerd who was filling out her bikini top, and jiggling in her bikini bottoms. now, unlike yourself — you sit on a little boat out on the water with the infamous pogues.
it was jj who invited you here. it was always jj — he’d been enthralled to see the sexy little thing you’d grown into adulthood as. he’d spotted you whilst working at the library, frowning over a file book of library card entries with cute pouty lips and reading glasses that he wanted to cover in cum. hed always thought you were cute at school, but now he just had to have you. he’d used his charms on you, and now you were nervously tucked into his side, ‘making friends’ with his friends as he’d described it. “gotta get ya out there, there’s a whoooole life to be lived outside these books, you know that?”
he was burrowing through his backpack, leaning over on the boat beside you to find the weed he’d packed, clearly set on corrupting you for fun.
“its the best of the best— like, perfect for a beginner—” he rambles, dumping things out his backpack struggling to find the small baggie of prerolls he’d prepared.
“jesus, jj do not corrupt the poor girl.” john b bites back the entertained smile, lifting his head from where he lounged in the sun to look at you. “you sure you’re okay with this sweetheart? can totally… you know, stick to what you know.” he shrugs, sympathetically and you shake your head, wide eyes finding the blondes.
“its okay, told jj i’ve always wanted to try. he said he’d hook me up.” you smile politely, still a little shy around the group.
“yeah but he’s being weird about it.” kiara glares at her friend with her nose turned up, nudging him with her foot nearly knocking his balance off. “dont be a creep.”
“look i’m not being a creep, alright! ‘said she wanted to try, and i’m being a good citizen and simply helping this sweet young lady out dabbling in just a lil bit of herb okay so i don’t wanna—” he dives headfirst into another one of his rants, but is quieted by your gasp when a couple of items fall out his backpack, including a gun.
“nice work.” pope shakes his head and your eyes widen, looking around wondering why no one else is concerned.
“why do you have a gun, jj?” you scandalise and he picks it up casually, flipping it in his hands making you shuffle away, jaw agape.
“gotta protect my people, what’s wrong wi’that? look i’m a pro at usin’ this thing— set up a little target practice in john b’s backyard and lemme tell you, i have quite the aim.” he waves it around making you stiffen up, touching his bicep to stop him from being so reckless.
“god, you must be careful with that thing. they’re dangerous jj! i read that these pistols just go off at random all the time, you could seriously hurt someone and i don’t wanna be the person who gets shot by accident! do you even—” you freak, and he turns his body to you shuffling closer and silencing you.
“shh, shh, shh, shh — hey. it’s all good. i would never accidentally shoot a pretty girl. trust me, i’m so careful.” he smirks, bringing the tip of the barrel to your lips making you freeze with wide eyes. to keep you there as he speaks, an arm slings over your shoulder, his clammy hand gently grasping the back of your neck. you know you should be scared, the boy seems reckless and unhinged — and worst of all, his friends seemed used to it which tells you he does this shit all the time — but something about it made your cunt throb, dampening your bikini bottoms and subtly pressing your thighs together as you felt your skin heat up.
maybe it was all the books you read, but you’d always loved a bad boy.
“seriously bro? you’re scaring her.” kiara complains, leaning across and yanking the pistol out his hand and shoving it back into his backpack.
fast forward a few hours, and you’re back at the chateau, the only ones inside in john b’s bedroom. you’re looser, high and relaxed from the joint jj had talked you through smoking — and now you were laying your head on his bicep, his free hand down your panties rubbing your copious juices into your swollen clit.
“cant believe you’ve never been touched like this, mama. been missing out on heaven, right?” he grins, leaning down to kiss at your cheek when your eyes flutter closed, so out of it and blissful.
“mm… wanted this since…” you trail off, lips parting and brows furrowing when he curls his finger inside you.
“nah, go on. since when… tell me how long this pretty pussy’s been horny for papa j.” he dirty talks so well you clench hard around him, working up the courage. it didn’t take much, the intoxication and lust making you brave.
“since you put the gun to my lips.” you admit quietly and his jaw drops gleefully, speeding up his fingers.
“seriously? damn i knew you were gonna be a freak. it’s always the quiet ones, always dude.” he celebrates to himself before staring down at you adoringly. “man, i’m gonna have so much fun with you, pretty girl.”
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The Slytherins at Valentines
Imagine/preference
In celebration of the day of love, I have taken it upon myself to commit to paper how I imagine the Slytherins would celebrate Valentines with their S/O
Mattheo Riddle:
Mattheo would probably act like he'd forgotten until right at the last minute before it was time to head to sleep for the night
and practically dump a whole-ass pile of presents on his S/O's head.
definitely expects you to cuddle w/ him
he's the little spoon obviously
would constantly whisper things like:
"You thought I forgot, didn't you?"
"...Dumbass thought I'd forget the best day ever"
If you correct him, you lose your gifts
If you don't, smug ass bf forever
Choice is yours
He never really shows how touch-starved he is until Valentines Day, when he can snuggle with you and kick all the others out of your dorm without hearing you complain
not that you ever do
Basically, cuddles and rich-man benefits from the king of puppy eyes.
Tom Riddle:
This man... he is so romantic about how he spoils his S/O
A single rose, or a ring or some other piece of jewellery
Watch out, he'll present it at breakfast with a modest little card and expect you to wear it all day without fail.
might even buy you a crown fitting for the queen of the slytherins
doesn't like PDA, so none of that
Subtle smiles in your direction, maybe even a blown kiss
will love exchanging coded love letters with you like the little nerd he is
if you expected him to be cold like usual, he's not
other kids get time off from being victims, he's moony about you for a change
probably even brings small little things he finds to give you in-between classes
a feather, a dropped quill, some cookies he "borrowed" from some useless gryffindors
Mattheo couldn't stop teasing him after he caught Tom plucking nice-smelling herbs from the potions closet
You might need to stop him killing his brother
he's a gentleman, alright?
Theodore Nott:
Italians know how to Valentines Day
the saint is literally FROM Italy
and theo is rich. So....
Presents. lots of presents
anything you need
kisses also. lots of kisses
mans really loves kissing you. he'll never say no to PDA
staring at you for HOURS
dude has a stare like looking into the ocean - beautiful but somehow also makes you self-conscious
whispering to you in italian
even if you can't understand him, you know he's either complimenting you or whispering blasphemy about whichever first year last crossed his path
he likes to sit you on his lap when he can and rub your thighs or massage your shoulders
shoulder and neck kisses when you do
he doesn't like to be too far away from you, like any good clingy bf
will definitely need you to tell him to stop holding your hand or your waist before he does
maybe needs reminding multiple times. especially with other guys around
double the soft boy on the day of love
Draco Malfoy:
expect this boy to become very clingy
he's attention-starved, remember?
but he will give his S/O lots of gifts and presents to celebrate love
cards, messages via flying paper crane, roses, rings, ripped out passages of books from the forbidden section of the library, all the romantic gifts
he prefers to give little pecks on your cheeks when he can, but if not, definitely hand kisses.
i kid you not, he will get down on one knee with his usual gentlemanly demeanour just to kiss your knuckles
give this poor boy lots of kisses please
he needs them
play with his hair, let him be the little spoon
not that he isn't usually
he just won't let any of the others know that
holding hands
terrorising first-years
sending cutesy love letters to one another without the professor knowing
or zipping them right past mcgonagal's ear, if you live on the wild side
either way, he's so soft and squishy
Blaise Zabini:
i have come to inform you that this man will skip school for you
you're not feeling potions today, rather go out on the town? done
he does not care
you both get good grades anyway
all the sweets
sugar is his love language, and, funnily enough, your pet name
letting you wear his jackets
kisses. give this man some kisses
holding hands whenever you can.
i headcanon his hands are huge.
like giant sized
him smiling to himself whenever he sees you
"How did I manage to score this little sugarcube?"
yep, another sugar-themed pet name
you are like a little flower he needs to preserve (an icing flower, if you catch my drift)
another member of the touch-starved trio
he can do your hair for you (if you have long hair), but ONLY if you sit on his lap
this man knows french. and danish
did you know danish is one of the most beautiful languages on earth? well, you will soon
he likes muttering how pretty you are in danish. and how much he loves you
also, mans is a legit beanpole boy
he will rest his head on yours. he is just that tall
anyway, he loves you in 3 languages fam
Pansy Parkinson:
probably wants to make sure you both have the same number of presents
you'll always have one more than her somehow. like, how does someone forget they bought you the cat (or some other household pet) you always wanted?
isn't happy until she can constantly see a smile adorning your features
like Blaise, she will do your hair for you (if you have hair)
she buys THE NICEST necklaces and bracelets. not even Tom can compare
she can also speak french, but she'll only open up and start speaking it when you tell her you love her in your native language
will find pretty flowers to put in your hair or behind your ear so you can constantly smell of that flower
holding hands. there is no excuse
showing you off to the boys, making them pretend to have never met you before
no-one is allowed to make you smile except her. so, please stay away from Mattheo and Enzo for the day
will contain her anger and short temper for you
she's the little spoon.
you must comfort her. dealing with 6 boys everyday is tough
you're like royalty for a day, deal with it
Lorenzo Berkshire:
cheesy gifts. no cap
small flowers out of decorative bouquets? check
a flower or butterfly pin? yessir
constant hand-holding
teasing you
lip bites, squeezing your thighs, twirling strands of either of your hair
he is a major flirt, contrary to popular belief
he thinks you are the most adorable thing ever
loves to tell you how gorgeous you look
master gentleman in action, ladies and gents
singing cheesy love songs
mans will serenade you
he is the big spoon, for reasons you may never know
perhaps he likes holding his world in his arms
that's right folks, you are his WORLD
and nothing will stop him from telling you that as you nap in his arms instead of going to potions
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Comfort Food
Avengers High series (High School AU)
Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Before you ever started dating the most popular and beautiful girl at Avengers High, your heart was chasing a girl in your science class: Shuri.
Wanda Maximoff was the most popular girl at Avengers High and she saw you as her closest and best friend. You enjoyed her company and watching Harry Potter movies with her. You did love her and wished that there could be something more there but she was popular and you were a STEM nerd.
So you redirected your focus to a fellow STEM student and good friend Shuri. She was funny and sweet. You could see going on a date or two with her. Her laugh and smile always brightened your day, not as much as Wanda.
It all came to a head one day when you approached Shuri with a little metal sculpture of a Wakandan herb flower. You knew Shuri loved them and worked all night to make it for her.
Any way you approached Shuri and she was absolutely floored by your little sculpture.
“It’s looks so spot on!” She giggled.
“I-I made it for you” you managed to say thru your blushing. “Shuri, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to- to go out with me sometime.”
Instantly her smile dropped. Not exactly the reaction you were hoping for. Her eyes filled with…pity.
“I-I’m sorry (Y/N)” Shuri tried to apologize, “you’re a good friend and all but…I-I do not view you in such a way. I’m sorry”
Your heart shattered. You manages to maintain your composure but inside your heart was breaking in ways you never thought possible.
“That’s fine,” you manage to say, “it’s good. I’m sorry.”
You managed to make it to the door and bolted out. You were lucky the school bell ring, signaling the end of another day but also a salvation of an excuse to leave.
You ran all the way across campus and nearly ran into Wanda and her clique of friends.
“Why the rush, Hufflepuff?” She manage to ask with a giggle. You didn’t answer, tears were already streaming down your face.
“(Y/N)?!” Wanda looked at you concerned. “What’s wrong? Who hurt you?!”
You ran all the way home and collapsed into your bed. You laid there in your bed for the next few hours. But time just felt irrelevant.
A few tears streamed but mostly your felt like you could only kick yourself. How much of a fool you felt. Of course she couldn’t like you in such a way. Your inner monologue filled your head with words of doubt and hurt, feelings of never being able to be loved. Who could ever love you?
And then came a knock. It wasn’t at your door. You tried to ignore it. Then came another. You turned to see Wanda at your window, a small pizza box in her arms.
“Hey Hufflepuff” she smiles, “want some pizza? I mugged a fellow Slytherin for it but-“
You rolled your eyes at her terrible joke. For being such a popular girl, Wanda still had the worst jokes you could imagine.
You opened your window and your best friend slipped right in, comfort food in hand. Wanda flipped on one of the Harry Potter movies and handed you a slice of pizza. Didn’t take long for you and her to scarf down that delicious meal fit for witches and wizards in no time.
“So…are you ready to talk?” Wanda asked you, a little concerned.
“I tried to ask out Shuri-“ you began to say.
“Ooh look at you” Wanda shocked you playfully.
“She turned me down.” You whispered. “Only saw me as a friend”
“Oh…” Wanda’s thumb moved gently across your knuckles. “Her loss”
“Her loss?” You asked.
“Yeah. You’re amazing. And sweet. And kind. Any girl would be lucky to have you in her life.” Your best friend tried to make you feel better. “I’m lucky to have you in my life”
“I’m lucky to have you too, Slytherin” you gave her a side hug.
“Cmon,” she settled onto your bed, “Quidditch is starting and I don’t want to miss it!”
You settled in, next to her. Over the hours, Wanda’s position shifted. From next to you to in your arms. Not that you or her noticed. You both had dozed off after movie three.
Pietro tried to come by to pick his sister up but he only smiled and left you be. He reassured your parents and his own that there was no funny business there. Just two Potterheads who fell asleep.
You and Wanda look back on that night in the coming years. Didn’t take long really for you and her to become a couple. By the time you and Wanda got to college, you completely forgot about Shuri. Your heart had already found its place: with the young witch named Wanda Maximoff, your best friend. And it all it took was a broken heart and a little bit of comfort food.
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