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lizzy-williams · 3 years

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❝𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 & 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜❞

ღWarnings: SMUT (18+ please!), language, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), sexual situations.

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ღRequest: Can you do the most dirty hard good sexy lovely spanking doggy position french kiss smut EVER please PLEASE with tom 🙂🪓

ღSummary: You’re been in a mood almost all week, Tom having to leave right on Valentine’s Day for filming. The day before he has to leave, you’re the meanest you’ve been, and Tom’s had about enough.

ღA/n: ANON YOU DIRTY BEAN I LOVE YOU. This will be the first thing I’m posting since I came back, So I hope you guys enjoy, feel free to send in more requests.

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 in a mood the entire week. More specifically at your boyfriend, who chose a job that somehow, someway got him taken away right on Valentine’s Day.

Even worse, this would be your 5th Valentine’s Day together, which you saw as a mile stone. You knew you were being irrational and a bit selfish, but you were too blinded by your anger to realize it.

For the time being, you were giving Tom hell, inside and outside your small flat. On Monday, you and Tom went out for coffee, but of course, being the little minx you are, you teased him right then and there, in public, and you managed to turn Tom into a needy, whiny child with only a few touches.

But when the two of you got home, you did a full 180, becoming completely distanced and untouchable, evading every advance Tom tried to make on you. You just kept all your attention on Tessa for a majority of that day.

At first, Tom was clueless, the sudden distancing confusing the hell out of him, but it only escalated from there.

On Tuesday, you had some things to do for work, and there you sat on the couch, typing away on your computer before Tom, still flustered and needy from yesterday, came waltzing into the living area and plopped down right next to you, resting his head on your shoulder.

Yet you sat there, still typing away, acting as if Tom wasn’t there at all. Tom adjusted himself a few times, seeing if his movements gained any attention or reaction from you. Still. Nothing.

Now he resulted to sighing loudly, and due to where his head was, it was right in your ear. It was erotic or teasing, it was just straight up annoying and childish.

You finally pried your eyes away from the screen and turned to look at him, “Do you want something?” was all the response he was going to get, and even then it was a grumble.

“I wanna cuddle.”

He sounded so much like a kid, and in any other circumstance, you would tend to his request. But no. You were mad at him.

“I’m working, Tom.”

That’s when Tom knew something was definitely wrong. No usual ‘bubba’ or ‘bub’. Not even honey. Just his first name. Not even his full first name. Just Tom.

You felt him recoil and slip away into the other room.

Tom: 0, You: 2

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Wednesday rolled around, and Tom was talking to Harrison on the phone. Once again, you had been giving him the bare minimum all day, but when you kissed him, it was long, passionate and lingering. And Tom was, to say the least, baffled.

“I dunno, man, she’s been like this all week.”

You happened to be in earshot, and slipped behind a doorframe, listening in on what Tom had to say.

“No, I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong. I’ve even been making an effort to put the toilet seat down, and somehow she keeps being so distant. I even tried hugging her from behind this morning and she just brushed me off.”

That one was true. You were making yourself lunch when Tom, who woke up late as usual, came into the kitchen and wrapped his arms lovingly around your waist, but staying true to your previous attitude, you brushed him off, using the stove as an excuse. But instead of reassuring him, like you normally would have, you turned and gave him a purple and red hickey on his sweet spot before turning back around and acting as if nothing had happened at all.

“No, it’s not that time of the month, she already had it. I kinda know these things.”

That was also true. Because you and Tom had such a frequent and vibrant sex life, he made it a personal mission to know when your period came so he could work around it and comfort you. All things aside, he truly was a good boyfriend.

“Ohhhhh,” he made a sound of realization and it made you perk up a little, wondering if he truly understood why you were so evasive.

Wait, did he?

The sound of his footsteps clamoring down the hall made you frantically look around for something to look busy with.

“Darling?” he called out.

“In here!” you called out, trying to sound unbothered.

“Ah, Darling,” he seemed giddy, as if he had just solved the worlds biggest mystery, “I know why your angry at me.”

“Oh?” you questioned, as you kept fiddling with whatever you were doing, acting as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

“You were upset about the paparazzi pictures. The ones with Ciara.”

“What?!” you seethed, now not caring about acting like you didn’t care.

“Th-The other day, when I went out to lunch, you knew about it...?” he was terrified by the look in your eyes.

He was being honest. He did say he was going out with the female co-star, and you were okay with it. You trusted him. But what you didn’t think about were the tabloids. The gossip sights that would no doubt leak into Twitter, causing an un-needed uprising in Hollanders and shippers.

Immediately you pushed passed him and went straight for your phone, looking up news sight after news sight.

Ciara Bravo and Tom Holland: New Hollywood Couple???

Tom & Ciara, A Valentine’s Day Miracle

Did Y/N and Tom SPLIT? Ciara and Tom Spotted!

At this point you couldn’t stand to be in the same room as Tom. Despite him and you understanding there was nothing going on, the outside world put pressure on the both of you, and you needed to breathe.

Tom didn’t say a word when you got your coat and left with a ‘I’m going out. Don’t wait up.’

By time you got home, Tom slept on the couch, and you slept in the bed.

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Tuesday was quiet, nothing happened. The two of you didn’t speak to each other, a day going by silently, but when you were going to bed, that’s when things got interesting.

“It isn’t my fault.”

He stood in the bathroom as he spoke, and you were on the bed reading a book with Tessa at your side, sound asleep.

You gave a small, unbothered sigh, “I know.”

Tom perked up, “What do you mean, ‘you know’?” he asked irritably.

“I mean I know it isn’t your fault about the media. I don’t care, it’s fine.”

“Then why are you so mad at me?!” he was annoyed now, making you raise a brow.

“You really don’t know?” you hissed, closing your book, not caring if you lost your page or not.

“No, of course I don’t know!”

“You’re leaving me! On Valentines Day!” you snapped, standing up, Tessa’s ears going back.

“Are you serious??? That’s it?” he questioned with wide eyes.

You glared at him, giving him an expression that only meant one thing, slipping out of the room without a word.

Needless to say, you slept on the couch that night .

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Friday. The day before Tom leaves. The day before Valentine’s day.

And as always, you woke up before Tom, hearing Tessa scratch at the bedroom door from the inside. You walked down the hall, turning the bedroom door handle slowly and letting Tessa out the door, but not before catching a glimpse of your sleeping boyfriend in nothing but boxers, holding onto your pillow as he slept.

Thats when the idea popped into your head. You were going to make a lovely Valentine’s day themed breakfast. For yourself.

If there was any way to get Tom back, it was with food, your food more specifically.

You immediately got to work, prepping the veggies for the omelette, mixing the batter for waffles, and washing the strawberries, planning on using them for a garnish.

You worked for a good hour, almost everything done, the last thing being cutting the strawberries when you suddenly heard the bedroom door open.

Tom walked out, his curly hair all a mess on top of his head, purposefully not wearing anything except for his Calvin’s, and you shamelessly checked him out, in hopes that would get him going.

Before he got too close, you whipped back around and began slicing in the berries in front of you. Just like he did the many mornings ago, he let his arms wrap around you right before you felt him leave a small peck below your earlobe, and you had to bite back a smile.

“Good morning, darling.”

Fuck. His morning voice. It was rough, deep, and gravely, making your stomach do summersaults and slick glisten between your legs.

“Morning.”

The sexual tension was palpable, so thick you could cut it with the knife in your hand. But you needed to stay strong. You were mad. You were still mad....

Right?

“Are those for me?” he questioned, motioning to the breakfast platter you had spread on the kitchen island, complete with a glass of OJ.

You did a silent self-pat on the back.

“Nope,” you smirked, before popping a strawberry in your mouth.

His demeanor switched, “That’s it-”

You squeaked as he took the knife from your hands, throwing it into the sink before sweeping his hands across the counter, knocking the cutting board aside, roughly grabbing your hips and putting you on the counter.

“I’ve just about had it with your attitude,” he growled, pulling his semi-hard-on out of his boxers before grabbing the back of your neck, pulling you into a messy, lustful kiss, his tongue diving in the instant that his lips touched yours, making you whimper out, trying you best to regain control of the situation but failing quickly.

A sudden smack to your ass made you quit your pursuit of control, a whine finding it’s way out of your throat as you felt him smirk into the kiss. His tongue prodded around your mouth as you held onto him desperately. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer, his member pressing right up against your clothed clit, daring him to do whatever he was going to do next.

Suddenly, he picked you up off the counter, breaking the kiss and pushing you down to your knees, harshly, shoving his member against your cheek.

“Suck. I’m not gonna ask nice again,” he grunted, and you knew that he would keep his word with this one.

You hesitantly took him in your hands before stocking him slightly, sticking your tongue out and licking a strip from his base to his tip, before taking it in your mouth, using your tongue to tease the angry veins and ridges on the underside of his cock.

“Oh - FUCK - you’re so fucking precious.” he hissed, his hand weaving in your hair before pulling you down on his cock, going so deep it touched the back of your throat, praying that your gag reflex was on your side.

Suddenly he pulled you back, before pulling you all the way back onto him, tears welling up in your eyes as he repeated his movements, using your face and whispering obscenities into the air around you, harshly fucking your mouth.

“My bratty girl, shit, you sound so much better choking on my cock,” he grunted, his pace suddenly faltering, cock twitching, signaling he was about to release.

He looked down and his eyes widened as he caught sight of your hips moving slowly and gently. You were so cute like that, humping the air like a little bunny, Tom taking immense pride in the fact that he made you like this.

Without another warning, you felt his cum fill the back of your throat, making you whine as you had no choice to swallow it all, knowing he wouldn’t take his cock out of your mouth until you did so.

Tom watched tentatively for the bobbing of your throat. The one indication that you swallowed. You shivered slightly as you felt the salty substance make it’s way down your throat, and he finally, finally, pulled himself out, and you gasped for air.

Tom admired your fucked out state, tears wetting your cheeks and your lips swollen, hair ruined from his grip. He could have you looking like that...

He used one hand to stroke and caress your cheek, the other smoothing out your hair the best he could before standing you back up, your eyes dazed as you looked at him with pleading eyes, your past angers forgotten as you were desperate for his touch.

“Go to the bedroom, strip, lay down, ass up darling. Wait. You touch yourself and I’ll leave you there for the rest of the night, understand?” he hissed before you nodded, scampering off down the hall.

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You waited on the bed as you were told, your back arched as you put your ass in the air, your head resting in your arms as you scowled slightly impatiently. It had been 5 minutes since Tom promised he’d be back, and yet there you were.

You began to play with the sheets between you fingers as you sighed quietly to yourself. But your head propped up slightly when you heard the sound of the door swinging open, a now completely nude Tom stepping through, a small box in his hands.

“I was going to wait until tomorrow, but now seems like a much more... fitting time,” his smile was devious as he opened the small box, pulling out a thick, bullet shaped piece of equipment.

Right as he twisted the bottom, you heard it buzz softly, and the realization hit you like a ton a bricks: the realization that this was going to be a long night. He stalked around you like a predator trying to catch pray, and you felt the bed dip behind you, and you heard him let out a sigh of content as he looked at your completely wet pussy, courtesy of the events earlier in the kitchen.

“Fuck, you look so pretty all wet like this for me... this is for me, right darling?” he kneaded your ass in his hands before you could answer, “Who am I kidding, of course it’s for me.”

You knew what was coming next, knowing how much Tom loved your ass, and jus as expected, you felt his tongue lick a long, rough lick from your clit to your rim, making you jolt forwards slightly.

Soon enough you felt two of his fingers plunge inside of your pussy, making you moan sweetly into the open air of the bedroom. His movements made the coil inside you tighten and spark, your need for release becoming more and more apparent.

But the sudden buzzing on your clit made you lose your mind, release coming sooner than expected, your cunt squeezing around Tom’s fingers like a vice as you moaned out, breathless as his pace never faltered, his speed, (if anything), increasing as your body shook.

Even after your high was ridden out, he continued, making you gasp.

“T-Tom, I can’t, I can’t I- AHHH!” your babbling was cut of by another sudden shock through your cunt, making you scream out in such quick pleasure.

“Holy fuck, so wet-” Tom was in awe of your actions, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what just happened.

You just squirted.

Tom wasted no time getting down there and sucking your clit harshly, his movements driving you crazy as you tried to collect your thoughts and make a complete sentence.

He was so high on you, so drunk on your taste as he continued to taste and tease every part of your most sensitive place.

“P-Please Tom,” you begged, shifting.

Please what? Please keep going? Please stop?

“Please fuck me,”

It was a soft whimper, oh so soft, but he heard it, and it drove him crazy. He sat up and positioned his newly hardened, throbbing member up to your entrance. Without a second thought, he pushed in the tip with ease.

You silently thanked god for the slick of your cunt as he drove in farther, and to your surprise, he waited. Waited until you were ready. He knew that no matter how many times he fucked you, you would always be tighter than hell. So he waited. He always did.

But as soon as you nodded, his demeanor flipped again like a light switch, drawing himself out and slamming himself back in. Soon enough he set a rough and punishing pace, throwing you back onto him like a rag-doll as your body went limp, letting him use you.

You jerked when you felt him land a slap on your ass, knowing he enjoyed the way it move after he did so, before kneading the flesh, planning on repeating his actions.

You were whimpering and keening at his movements and pants, the feeling of him pounding into you taking you over, and the only thing you could think about was him.

Him, him, him.

Not the fact that he had to leave the following morning, or the fact that the tabloids were a nuisance. Just that fact that you were completely fucked out and it wasn’t even noon yet.

“Shit, darling, so. Fucking. Good,” he grunted, punctuating his final words with harsh, long, hard thrusts, accompanied with slaps to your already sensative ass.

His pace was faltering, dick twitching, his pants getting more frequent and louder. You knew he was getting close, the sight of you so out of it only spurring it on.

“C-Cum for me, Tommy,” you whimpered, making his thrusts almost come to a full halt, “Cum inside me, please,”

Tom knew you were on the pill, and it was always for other reasons, and he usually pulled out, more as a personal preference to you. But now that you wanted him to claim you, so intimately and so passionately, his movements went from 0 to 100, before he felt himself snap.

This of course made you plummet backwards off the cliff of ecstasy, the both of you coming together as a symphony of moans and whines and growls filled the air around you, your body feeling as if it were floating as your ears rang.

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You both fucked like rabbits till noon, the both of you feeling drunk off each other’s touch, just not getting enough. You were both starved all week after all. And it took it’s toll.

By time you two were done, your body was weak, your muscles completely spent and you heartbeat doing it’s best to settle down. You felt Tom’s arms help pull you up, laying you on your back and disappearing into the bathroom.

When he came back, it was with a warm, wet washcloth, and be began slowly wiping up his mess, whispering praise and words of admiration while doing so. You found your eyes closing as you basked in the attention and after-glow of orgasm. He was completely in love with you, he couldn’t stop if he tried.

Tossing the rag off the the side, you felt the area beside you dip before you were greeted with Tom’s arms, once again, finding home around your body, and you immediately leaned into his touch, laying your head softly on his chest as he played with your hair.

The both of you enjoyed the silence. His other hand drifted up and down your arm, making goosebumps erupt in its wake, the space to think being larger than life.

Finally, you spoke.

“I’m sorry.” you muttered, holding him just a little bit closer. But Tom being Tom, you knew he would milk it as much as he could.

“For?”

You sighed, embarrassed that you had to admit it out loud, “For being a bitch all week. I was just angry. It wasn’t fair to you. Ergo, I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted. But you’re buying me coffee on the way to the airport tomorrow morning,” he insisted.

That’s when your senses finally took in the fact that it was still light outside. The clock on your bedside table read a shocking 12:23 pm, and you let a small smirk creep across your face at the Valentine’s Day sex you were truly going to be missing out on.

Sure, it still made you sad that he was leaving. But knowing Tom, you knew he would do something special for you, no matter how far away you were. Besides, there was hours of Facetime sex to be had, and you couldn’t wait for that.

“Do you want lunch?” you questioned quietly, your hand gently gliding up and down Tom’s abs, which always felt like you were touching marble stone.

“Yeah. You’re buying though,” he contested, and you smirked.

“Nope. I’m making. I was thinking tomato soup and grilled cheese,”

You knew it was one of Tom’s favorites, one of the few things on this planet that Tom would die for, (besides you, of course).

“That would be lovely, darling.”

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“I’m gonna miss the fuck outta you,” you whined, standing at the gates, your doe eyes peering up at him as you held his hands.

“I’ll be back before you know it, love, and you can text me and call me at the end of every day. I can even fly you out to visit if you want.”

Tom was doing his best to soften the blow of him leaving; it was hard on both of you, and it was supposed to be for 2 months. 8 weeks. 56 days. You hated it.

“Love you,” you grumbled like a child, before hugging him with all your might, trying to remember this feeling to keep you company.

“I love you most,” he challenged, making you pull back to rest your chin on his chest before leaning up and giving him a kiss, but it turned heated quickly.

Before it could get any more hot and heavy (because the paparazzi are VULTURES), you pulled away.

“I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you more,” you replied.

Suddenly the lady on the overhead speakers began to talk, “All first class passengers on flight 32-B to Atlanta, Georgia, is now boarding.”

“That’s me,” he sighed.

Tears pricked your eyes unexpectantly, and before Tom could see them, you gave him one last, rib crushing hug.

He pulled back with a smile, waving a wordless goodbye, walking away, but not without giving you one last look, mouthing the words:

‘Happy Valentine’s Day’

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your-nerd-is-showing · 3 years

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JJK Boys Headcannons: Losing their Virginity!

Featuring:

Yuji

Megumi

Warning: Losing virginity,

So these ended up being much longer than I planned I'm splitting them up into two or possibly three separate posts! So stay tuned if you like the Yuji and Megumi headcannons!!!

~Yuji~

Credit to Artist

~ One day a few weeks ago you and Yuji were making out things got pretty hot. Ever since then Yuji has wanted to do more with you.

~ He’s constantly been dropping not so subtle hints.

~ “(Y/N).” He starts as he places his hand on your thigh. “Do you wanna go back to my place and have some fun?” He tries to be innocent but his eyes are filled with lust.

~ “Babe I can’t stop thinking about that hot make out session we had (Y/N) I wanna do more.”

~ Can you say pussy whipped before he even gets your pussy!

~ He needs a lot of praise and reassurance!

~ This adorable needy boy is just craving your touch. (He's a sweet innocent little cinnamon bun that you just want to eat up)

~ Acts all cool and macho until its time to actually get down to it.

~ Now he is a trembling mess because he has no idea what to do.

~ Kissing? Maybe he should start there.

~ Yuji sloppily kisses you nervous as fuck because he is so worried about being bad his first time or what if he cums within 2.5 seconds. (He is freaking the fuck out inside)

~ His needy hands grab at your ass as he is kissing you.

~ No he wants to grab your waist! No your ass! He can’t figure out where he wants his hands to go.

~ You notice he is a total mess and ask him if he wants you to take control.

~ Now he is freaking out even more because he thinks that you think he is doing a bad job.

~ You reassure him that everything is fine you want take the lead and help him because you want both of your first time to be good.

~ You tell him exactly what to do.

~ “Kiss me while you’re unbuttoning my shirt.”

~ Yuji does so, next you guide his hands down to unzip your skirt.

~ He gets a little too excited getting ahead of himself and accidentally bites your lip a little too hard while he is kissing you.

~ He gets upset because he drew blood.

~ You reassure Yuji that it is ok by pushing him down and kissing is neck while you take off his shirt.

~ After a very long grabby make out session it’s time to explore each other.

~ “I uh I want to take off your bra (Y/N).” Yuji gives you a cute but shy smile.

~ So you turn around for him to do so and he just stares at it like it’s Fort Knox.

~ You reach your hand around and point out the hooks and that he as to undo them. “You have to unhook it.”

~ After five minutes success! he finally gets your bra off.

~ Yuji's jaw almost falls off as he looks at you naked…. It’s like he is seeing you for the first time all over again.

~ He continues to stare captivated by your beautiful jiggly breasts he reaches his hands out to play with them.

~ “Soooooo soft and squishy!” Yuji says with amazement as he pushes his face into them letting out a cute sigh.

~ You can’t help but giggle at how cute he is acting right now.

~ After getting lost in your amazing boobs he finally comes back and kisses you.

~ “Now what?” He asks his nervousness completely gone now..

~ You smirk at him and lay down. “Take off my panties sweetie.”

~ He looks at you all excited. “R-really!? I can take them off!?”

~ Yuji eagerly takes off your panties gazing at your pussy like it holds the answer to everything. (For him it probably does actually)

~ Finally he reaches out his hand running it over your slit making some juices leak onto his palm earning a sweet moan from your lips.

~ He looks at the gooey mess left and licks it off. “You taste pretty good.” He will give you a cute smile as he says that.

~ “Can I try something?” He asks you as he pushes his palm against your wetness again then licking off your juices.

~ You let out a louder moan as you nod your head yes.

~ Yuji gets all happy and lays on his belly scootching himself closer to your pussy.

~ He spreads your lips and lightly licks your clit making you shudder as you feel his warm breath then his tongue flicking it ever so lightly.

~ He catches on and encircles his mouth around your clit sucking on it as he gently pushes a finger inside you.

~ You have to catch your breath from the sudden surprise as he pumps his finger in and out of you while he continues to lick your clit.

~ “Oh Yujiiiii!” You moan out as you grab his soft hair. “Ju-justtttt like that!” You moan praising him.

~ He finally decides to come up his face completely soaked from your juices he gives you the cheesiest smile like he just won the lottery. (Well I guess he did in a way)

~ You look down and notice his pants are soaked from all the pre-cum so you take them off and gently stroke his throbbing cock.

~ “Be ca-careful.” Yuji wines out. “I don’t want to cu-cum to-too soon.”

~ “Okay so do you want to-to d-do it-it then?” You ask shyly.

~ He nods his head so you grab the condom and put it on him. (No babies for you yet)

~ “Do you want me on top or do you want to be on top?” You ask him.

~ “I want you to be on top you seem to have a better handle on this than I do.” He says sweetly.

~ “Okay lay down.”

~ He does so and you straddle his waist.

~ You position yourself and take a deep breath as he enters you.

~ Both of you moaning loudly as he fits in.

~ Slowly you start to rock your hips.

~ Yuji on the other hand is completely lost and his movements are very sporadic.

~ “Okay babe.” You start. “Every time I rock my hips forward you thrust into me.”

~ He listens and finally gets a motion going.

~ “Oh (Y/N)!” He moans out. “Th-this feels soooooo soooooo soooooo amazinggggggg!” He has a huge smile plastered to his face as he grabs your boobs and plays with them.

~ “Yessssss it is Yujiiiiiiiii! You’re do-do-doing soooooooo goooooooood!” You moan out.

~ Yuji loves hearing you praise him, it turns him on so much making him thrust into you faster.

~ He knows he isn’t going to last much longer between those sweet praises coming from you and the way your tight pussy just sucks his cock in he’s slowly losing it.

~ “Yujiiiiiii oh my God! I’m gonna cummmmm!” You moan out as you orgasm.

~ That does it for Yuji feeling your pussy tighten around his cock.

~ “(Y/N) I'm-I'm c-cu-cum-cumminggggggg!” He moans out as a explodes.

~ You lean down and kiss him passionately to know he has done an amazing job. Followed by more praises. “Yuji baby you did an amazing job for your first time!” You kiss him again.

~ You get off of him, take the condom off tossing it away.

~ You snuggle each other soon falling asleep.

~Megumi~

Artist Credit to @tyoukeikotu on Tumblr

~ You and Megumi have been dating for a while now your first year anniversary is coming up.

~ You have both talked about having sex among other things many times.

~ The two of you have done some stuff already. (like you’ve given him hand jobs and he has fingered you)

~ Megumi wants the first time to be really romantic and special so he picks your one year anniversary.

~ You're hoping this will happen so you wear a beautiful dress with extra sexy underwear for the occasion.

~ “(Y/N) you look absolutely beautiful tonight.” He says as he pulls you in for a kiss.

~ Megumi home cooks an amazing dinner really, really romantic with candlelight.

~ You finish dinner and help clean up.

~ You lay down on the bed and he puts a movie on, a romantic comedy. (Something you’ve both seen a thousand times because let’s face it you won’t be paying much attention to it)

~ He lays next to you on the bed pulling you in close.

~ You rest your head close to is neck and gently place your hand at Megumi's waistband.

~ He gently grabs your butt, making you look up at him and kiss him.

~ Megumi always acts all calm and cool but inside his heart is always racing when you touch him.

~ You bring your hand to his face wrapping it around his neck as you pull him in closer deepening the kiss.

~ Before you know it you’re straddling him, feeling his member become hard between your legs you gently buck your hips. (You want to subtly but not so subtly give him a hint)

~ He catches on instantly he still keeps his calm but inside he is becoming more nervous by the second.

~ Tonight it’s all about your pleasure.

~ He unzips your dress and rolls over so he is on top.

~ Megumi takes off your dress staring on in wonder at the sexy lingerie you’re wearing for him. “(Y/N) did you wear that just for me?”

~ He leans in and kisses you again as you unbutton and take off his shirt.

~ He breaks the kiss to look at you in all your glory.

~ He reaches out gently groping your breast as he kisses your neck making you moan.

~ He honesty has no clue what he is doing and he is panicking but as long as you like it he will keep calm on the outside.

~ He slowly kisses down your neck and between your breasts.

~ Slowly he moves his hands and unhooks your bra with ease slipping it off of you.

~ He pulls back to gaze as your breasts, he smiles as he reaches his hand out once again rolling your nipple between his fingers, making you moan louder.

~ He’s getting more and more turned on as you make those sweet lewd noises gaining more confidence.

~ He kisses you deeply as his other hand travels down into your panties he slowly inserts a finger in your soaking core, making you moan some more.

~ You're in such a trance being touched like this every bit of your body is tingeling. “Ohhhhhh!” Is all you can manage to moan out as he gently pushes in another finger.

~ He pulls his fingers out and licks them before taking off your panties.

~ He kisses you one last time before going down on you.

~ Megumi spreads your lips open gently licking your clit as he pushes a couple of fingers inside you again.

~ “Ohhhhh Megumiiiii!” Your body bucks wildly as you run your fingers through his soft raven hair.

~ He gets a little lost in eating you out and makes you squirt taking him by surprise.

~ He licks up your juices continuing to pleasure you as he pumps his fingers in and out of you.

~ “M-Me-Megumi I'm gonna cummmmm!” You wine out as you cum all over his fingers.

~ He comes up and wipes his face off before kissing you again.

~ “Well I liked that a lot more than I thought I would.” He says. (That was his first time ever going down on you)

~ “Me-Megumi…. I want to give you pleasure too.” You say shyly.

~ He turns bright red almost losing his cool when you say that.

~ “Uhhhh you-you want to pleasure me-me?” He gets really flustered.

~ You reach your hand down and unbutton Megumi's pants gently stroking his member outside his boxers making pre-cum leak through.

~ He whimpers at your touch. “(Y-Y/N-N).” He quietly moans out.

~ “Yes I do baby.” You whisper into his neck sending shivers down his spine. “Why don’t you lay back.”

~ He does so and you pull down his boxers taking his member in your soft hands.

~ You run your hands along his smooth shaft making him tremble at your touch.

~ “Ugnh.” He groans out.

~ You lower yourself to his tip licking the pre-cum off.

~ Megumi almost loses it when you encircle your mouth around his throbbing cock. “(Y-Y/N-N) that feels so-so good.” He quietly moans out.

~ He gently grabs your hair as your head bobs up and down watching on in amazement.

~ He has to be careful he doesn’t want to cum too soon so he pulls you off after a few minutes.

~ He grabs a condom and lays you down before putting it on.

~ Megumi takes a deep breath in as he positions himself between your legs.

~ “Are you ready my love?” He asks.

~ “Yes I am Megumi.” You smile at him.

~ He leans in to kiss you as he slips in, both of you moaning out loudly.

~ He slowly starts to thrust his hips.

~ Megumi already knows he won’t last too long the tightness of your pussy is just ruining him.

~ So he picks up the pace thrusting into you deeper.

~ Between hearing your sweet lewd moans and the wetness of your pussy every time he snaps his hips into you, God he can’t take it too much longer.

~ He bites his lip trying to hold on as long as possible, he wants to make sure you have an orgasm too.

~ “Me-gu-mi.” You moan out softly as he goes deeper you grab onto his muscular back. “I-I’m go-going to-to cummmmmm!”

~ Game over he feels your pussy tighten around him and he loses it, thrusting in deeper wining out he cums.

~ You smile at each other as you lean in to kiss him deeply.

~ He pulls out and takes the condom off to throw it away.

~ Turning his attention back to you Megumi can’t stop kissing you. “(Y/N) I love you so much.” He kisses you again.

~ “Megumi really you l-love me?” You can’t stop smiling. (This is the first time he said he loved you…. What a time huh?)

~ He smiles back. “Yes I do (Y/N).”

~ “I love you too Megumi.”

~ He pulls you in close, you lay on top of him falling into a deep blissful sleep.

@mguqiis @milktaro-inc @sassyeahhhh

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weasvlys · 3 years

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Jealous

Fred Weasley x Y/N (FEMALE! READER)

Warnings: Smut, rough sex (choking, spanking and hair pulling), unprotect sex, sexual grafic contenten, curses, explicit language.

Word count: 2131.

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"Harry! Are you kidding? You haven't prepared anything for the second task?!" By the look on Harry's face you already knew he didn't even know what was about "Oh Harry! At least do you know what it is about?" You ask again, desperate for an answer. Since that your father, Sirius Black, knew that Harry had entered in the triwizard tournament he had desperately asked you to watch for him and help him in all the tests to ensure, if not win, survive, and, of course, being the youngest of the 4 champions, he was the most inexperienced and in the same way the least likely to survive any of the tests and since the previous one, being dragons, nothing less was expected from this, it was rumored that it could be hunting some magical beast, but there were all just rumors.

"Uhm... Well, kind of... When I put it under water I heard a song, and sounds like they gave a message- a hint about what the test was going to be. " Harry said discouraged.

"Brilliant! But... Why do you look kinda sad about it?"

"Well, It's... Just that the song is kind of complicated to decipher, i already know that I have to look for something under water, but I'm not sure what, and i have no idea of how I'm going to breath under water for one hole our, Hermione, Ron and I already look in the hole library, but there's nothing, and it's in just one week..." He said hurriedly and worried, so much so that it was quite difficult to understand what he wanted to say, but you did understand. "Have you ask my dad? He might have an idea..." You said, tried to comfort him, but it didn't work, Harry quickly shook his head in desperation to dispel your idea, he said "I don't want to worry him much less encourage him to come, you know he is in great danger near the school grounds, more so now that Mr. Crouch seems to be so interested in the tournament"

"Right... Well, let's go to the library, something useful must be there, something that might be you and your friends didn't see last time" you said a little discouraged, it seemed that not even being days years older than Harry and the same age as Cedric gave you a bit of experience in these topics, you should have paid attention in class the last 5 years, but you were too busy coming up with new ways to tease Filch with the twins.

They had been there for about 2 hours and still found nothing useful, not a spell, not a potion, not even a curse. Samples you read the fifth dome of "Modern spells for modern magicians" you began to hear someone doing "psssstt" behind you, at first you thought they might be talking to someone else, but then you remembered that only you and Harry were there, and it was definitely not Harry, since he was totally and hopelessly asleep on the first dome of the same book, you turned around just to find a Fred Weasley.

"Yes?..." You said waiting for a short answer since at least that night you still had to find that it was a clue of how Harry could survive. "Can we have a word?" He said, it seems like he was angry but you didn't you paid so much attention to it. "Well... Yes, do you wanna sit here?" You respond pointing to the seat next to you, "I mean, just you and me, something more personal" he said obvious, you stand up and went outside the library while he follow you behind.

"What is it?" You said a little fed up, ready to go to sleep "Well... I-I..." He replied stammering "Fred, is it something that can't wait? You see, I'm helping Harry, and we could use a hand" You replied, now desperate for an answer "No. It can't, look, I don't like you spending so much time with Harry." At first you thought it was a joke, but when you see his expression, you knew it wasn't "What?" You said kind of angry, there was no reason for you to not help Harry, he needed you "I just don't like you to be always around him, walking in the castle, you look like you are dating, Are you? Because I don't think you could make a good couple, you are just waisting your time and i don't think he's not good for you and i just think if you gonna date some one that person should be more than enough and-" Fred kept saying angry in a very particular way, you've never seen him like this "Fred ... Fred!" Fred kept saying angry in a very particular way, you've never seen him like that "Fred!! What the hell are you talking about? Harry and I were not dating and if it were like that, it wouldn't- ohhh... Ohhhhh! Merlin! I know what happens here... " You said realizing what was happening, Fred Weasley was jealous of Harry, you started laughing, it was unimaginable, Fred jealous? "No. No. No. It's not what you think Y/N, it's just that's-" He hastened to answer now quite nervous "Yes it is!! You are jealous!" You started to say laughing, and from one moment to another and without notice, you felt Fred's lips on yours, they were soft and sweet, you felt butterflies inside you from the sensation of his hands taking your waist, after a while it detached itself from you, you were overwhelmed and surprised, there was a nervous silence for a couple of seconds, but soon and without wasting time you quickly took Fred by the face and directed him to your lips again to now give him a more passionate kiss, to which he corresponded, it was time he pulled more of your hips, it seemed that he was hungry, he began to lower his hands to your thighs, and there he began to walk his hand under your skirt gently but quickly you lowered his hands, he obeyed when they finally detached from the kiss your lips said in a whisper together "you don't know how long I had wanted to kiss you ..." You just smile and then take him by the hand and guide him to the library, you looked everywhere and it seemed that there was no one, not even Harry, who had been sitting there minutes ago, surely left after seeing you exchanging saliva with Fred "Would you help me?..." you said holding a book and putting it away, he took another book and did the same, you continued doing it, when without prior notice he began to caress your thigh that was discovered when you reached up to raise the book that was on top.

When you felt his touch you quickly turned around surprised and he just smiled flirtatious, you turned around again, ignoring it, worse again it did, and this time climbing even more to your butt, when you got up he got dangerously close to you heard "Kissing you is not the only thing I've wanted to do for a long time" he said with a smirk "oh yeah?... What else have you wanted to do to me? " You answered in the same way while I looked at you again in that way so lustful and hungry, a look that weakened your knees and gave a particular sensation of pleasure to your center, you turned around sitting on the table, he was right in front of you, he smiled and directed his right hand to your thigh caressing it while staring at you, he raised his other hand and with his finger he brought you to his face by the chin and began to kiss you gently and temptingly, leaving soft bites on your lower lip, you you took off from the kiss and, apparently angry, he press your thigh harder making you moan sileviosam and quickly, and with the same hand that was on your chin, he aggressively grabbed your neck and pulled you towards him to kiss you again, now in a more aggressive way.

He raised your face and began to kiss your clavicle, leaving marks there, began to unbutton your shirt and remove your tie, what made you moan, tried to do it as quietly as possible, lowered his hand to your chest and squeezed one of your breasts over the bra, making you moan, he looked up and smiled triumphs, and with both hands he took off your shirt, breaking some buttons that are not unbuttoned, you raised your hands to remove the tie but Fred took your wrists and said "Leave it... The skirt too" He said in a whisper as he directed his hands to your back and unbuttoned your bra, he raised his hands to the straps to remove it, without first giving you a look seeking approval, you nodded approving, he smiled at you and when he took it off he stared at them, you could almost see how he was drooling "You're beautiful Y/N" He said, and then he took one of them and quickly directed them to your mouth, where he began to suck, which made you moan with pleasure while you must have gotten more and more wet.

You lowered your hands to the edge of his sweater and and you took it off, he detached himself from your chest and lifted his face and hands, you pulled his tie and again they began to kiss while you took off his shirt and tie quickly, again Fred placed his hand on the inside of your thigh and quickly brought it to your core, where he began to caress the circles with his thumb, when you felt his touch you moaned on his lips "I can feel how wet you are through your panties love ..." He said in such a sexy way you felt that pleasure again in your center, he put his hands on your hips and quickly turned you around, leaving your entire ass in his sight, I lift your skirt leaving your ass almost bare, you moaned at his action and with his hands he squeezed the area, making you moan loud.

Fred put his left hand on your left hip, put his right hand on your butt and gave a strong spanking that made you moan loudly "I hope this shows you how you can only be around with me" and gave another even harder spanking, which made your clit throb and moan even louder, and gave another, and another noticing how you moaned louder each time, he separated his hand from your hip and under his face and left a soft kiss on one of your buttocks and when he was there he could appreciate how wet you were and how it looked through your panties "You are so fucking wet Y/N" He take the springs of the panties and slowly lower them, watching the flow form webs as it detaches from your pussy "Fuck..." He whisper surprised.

He pull his pants followed by his boxers, as soon as he lowered them, his hard and sore erection bounced, with one of his hands he took his cock and with the other he took your hip, placed the tip on your entrance, playing "Please Fred..." You said eager to be penetrated, "What do you say little girl?..." Playfully replied "Please... Fuck me, Freddy..." You responded by pushing your hips to his cock, You felt like he put his penis inside you slowly, damn it! It was so big... He started to go out and into you softly, waiting for you to get used to it, but not hard because he quickly put both hands on your head and picked up speed, penetrating you so fast and hard that make you go crazy and scream with pleasure.

With his right hand he grabbed your hair and pulled it, which made you moan even louder, the faster you could feel it touching your g-spot, You could feel how little by little you were tightening more and more, the heat was concentrated, you moaned in an almost pornographic way, you felt how you came on his cock as well as him inside of you, he came out slowly as he watched that white viscous liquid drip from your entrance, and with tired breathing he sat in a chair behind him while he tried to regulate his breathing, you rotate and you did the same, staying next to him.

"Do you want to go to the honey dukes on Saturday with me? "He said a little nervous "Sure" you smiled, you could never get tired of this.

#fred weasley x reader #fred Weasley #fred weasley smut #fred weasley blurb #smut #hp #harry potter #harry potter smut #weasley twins x reader #weasley twins supremacy #weasley twins smut #blurb

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solitaszn · 4 years

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freak like me...

this is my first smut go easy on me

pairing: oscar isaac x reader

summary: a long night of dancing, turns into some skincare fun, but you have something else up your sleeve.

wc: 1.75k

warnings: cursing, SMUT, slapping, degradation, dom fem/ sub mas, tying up

“i’m exhausted.”

“yeah, maybe going out dancing wasn’t that great of an idea for date night”

“next time let’s watch a movie and order pizza and get fat together.”

you and oscar had been dating for around two years now. and he still had new ideas for date nights, it’s like his superpower. you had gone into the bathroom to go take off the rest of your makeup that the sweat hadn’t taken off.

“hmmm. he can’t be that tired. let’s find out” you thought excitedly.

you saw that he was sitting on the bed, slipping off his sweat matted button up and his undershirt. you put up your hair to start your night routine.

“gonna start your skincare routine that lasts 3 hours?”

“it literally takes 20 minutes oscar. come on let’s do it together”

“ok but only if i can put the mask on you”

you both head to your own sinks in the bathroom and wash your faces. then you pull out three different kinds of face masks.

“what’s the difference?”

“you gotta brush this one on, unwrap this one, and peel this one off” you instructed.

“oh. let’s do this one!” he pointed to the clay mask in the small container

“ok let’s do you first”

you open the container and dip the brush into it. he watches you carefully as you hold his jaw steadily and brush it over his face.

“can i look now?”

“oscar please.”

“ok ok.”

“alright. done”

he turns to see himself in the bathroom mirror. his face green with the mask, he slowly smiles at himself and side eyes you.

“i look like the hulk. but i like it. ‘cause i can do this!”

“ahh! oscar!!”

he picks you up and twirls you around and peppers kisses on you, leaving patches of mask on your cheeks. he sits you down to being putting the mask on you.

“ok your turn”

“oscar please put it on right.”

“i can draw remember. i think i can put a face mask on you.”

he holds your head while he concentrates on your face. admiring you every second he can, like this is the last time he’ll ever see you. he tickles your nose as he glides the brush over it.

“you’re gonna make me sneeze!!”

“alright I’m done! now you’re my little she-hulk”

you look up to him and roll your eyes, then turn to see yourself. your face mask is perfect on your face. your eyes widen as you move closer to examine what he’d done.

“where’d you learn to DO this?”

“one of my stylists taught me how to do it before i got ready for one of my events”

the both of you waited for them to dry while you watch an episode of your favorite show. the timer on your phone went off. and the two of you finish up the routine. oscar returns to the bed as you finish up. he watches you again, this time with his eyes gliding over your body. you pick up your phone to play some music. you scroll for a bit until your finger stops over freak by doja cat. your heart flutters as you imagine how the night can go if you press play. without hesitation, you press it and the music fills the room echoing off the walls.

oscar hears the beginning of the song making his heart melt. “aww how cute she’s playing put your head on my shoulder” he thought.

the music stops for a bit. his eyes quickly shift up from his phone and then back to you.

“freak like me”

he freezes and his gaze looks up from his phone, eyes widen at the lyrics. and you turn to him and start dancing while singing along and pointing at him.

“you want a good girl that does bad things to you.”

you see him shift around and squirm a bit before placing a throw pillow on his lap. he’s still watching you, cheeks starting to almost glow red on his tanned face. he bit his lip as you kept singing and then slowly move toward him. he crouches over the pillow in hopes to hide himself.

“you’ve never been no one as nasty as me”

you pry off the pillow he was clutching and toss it to the side. his eyes dart up to you, his mouth hanging open while it curls into an open mouthed smile. you slowly climb on his lap. his arms snake around your hips and his hands steady your lower back. your hands drape over his clothed shoulders.

“spice up your life, come get a freak”

you trace his jawline with your finger and lift his chin. his breath hitches as you begin to make a trail kisses down to his collarbone. making a few kisses prominent by sucking on the soft skin causing the capillaries to break. his eyes fluttering closed from bliss. you took off his shirt exposing his perfect caramel tinged skin and toned body.

“chase him just enough for him to hate me”

you felt his hands roam around to take off the pajama top you had, which resulted in you putting his hands under your knees so he couldn’t touch you.

“please. let me please.”

“not yet”

he groaned in protest. he hadn’t seen this side of you before and to be frank, he liked it. he loved the way it made you confident, which made you way more sexier than usual.

he tried to cause what friction he could so he could feel some pleasure. you climbed off of him, which made him sigh and clench his jaw. you saw the tent you made in his boxers. you lifted his shirt over his head and tossed away in the same pile of clothes next to the pillow. he was eager to just grab you and push you onto the bed, rip off your clothes and do what he wanted to your body. before he could lift himself off the bed you had already pushed him back onto the rest of the bed. he moaned as you wrapped your hand around his jaw. you slapped his face while you told him to shut up. you leaned down to his ear and whispered to him

“are you ok baby?”

“fuck yes. please keep going”

“please what?”

“please ma’am”

you go to grab a box full of things you’ve been wanting to experiment with.

“stay here. don’t touch yourself while I’m away. i will know and you will get punished.”

“yes ma’am”

you return to him sitting on the bed eager for your return. you place the dark wooden box on the nightstand, pulling off the lid. you pull out a few strands of tying rope and you climb on top of him again, straddling his hips.

“are you ok with this?”

“yes.”

you begin to tie his wrists to the bed posts and then make your way to his ankles. you tighten it making him moan out. you stopped and admired him from the bed. you kissed a trail from where you left on his collarbone down to his hipbones. he whimpers, calling out for you to touch him.

“p-please i need it ma’am”

you climbed back onto him. his hot skin igniting against your cold body. you start grinding against his hard on. him whining out in pleasure.

“ride me please.”

“ok only because you’ve been a good boy”

you opened up the nightstand drawer to grab a condom. you put it up to oscars lips. he tears off the foil and spits out the rest making it flutter by his face and roll it onto him. you sink your hips into him. earning a loud sigh escaping from your throat while you steadied yourself on his bare chest, scratching as you adjusted to his size. he moaned out in pleasure causing him to buck his hips up.

“fuck!”

“do i make you this excited baby?”

“yes!”

you start moving up and down making him groan deeply and making you make high pitched cries. you lean down to kiss his full lips and bite on his lower one. he tries to grab your neck but his action is protested by the silk rope straining him away.

“you wanna be outta this ropes honey?”

“mmhmmm”

“ah ah ah! use your words”

“yes y-es please fuck”

you unknot each limb from its post and his hand make its way to your hips guiding you in and out. his short nails digging into your skin. making you bite down a moan.

“ah i think I’m gonna-“

“no no! you have to ask permission for you to cum!”

“please let me please!”

“not yet”

as you grow closer to your climax you feel him twitch inside you, you ride out your high which caused your hips to slow down and you caught your breath. you lifted yourself from him causing him to gasp out.

you rolled the condom off of him.

“what are you- ohhhhh”

began to bob your head up and down making one of his hand grip the duvet and the other gripping your hair. making you make a low moan that sent vibrations. he looked down at you and then back up, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in euphoria and brows curving up into his sweat matted hair hanging down.

“i’m gonna- i’m gonna- cahhh”

you ejected yourself off of him with a pop while you still jerk him off. his chest making out shallow breaths as his back arches and he releases all over his lower abdomen. his body goes limp as his chest rises and falls slowly. you grab a towel to clean him and yourself and throw yourself next to him on the bed, putting the sheets over the both of you. you laugh as he looks at you.

“whoa. where the hell did you learn to do that” oscar asked staring at the ceiling in awe

“lots and lots of research.” you said sarcastically.

“you mean going through my search history?”

“yeah. i mean, you never told me how kinky you were.”

“neither did you.”

both of you looked at each other until oscar pulled a quick breath and lifted himself on one arm and picked up his phone from the nightstand, clicking it open and pressing on the pizza app.

“so uh. you still up for ordering pizza and getting fat?”

“duh. that was the whole point dork.”

#oscar isaac #x reader #smut #oscar isaac smut #Oscar Isaac x reader

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beepbeepstop · 4 years

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Jailbait pt.3

Part three in the Jailbait series

Summary: School is almost over and all Lilianna can think about is Oscar. What would a gang leader cholo want with lame Lilianna? Warnings: cursing, age gap, bullying Pairing: Black OC x Oscar Word Count: Taglist: @iliketoreadwrites @thotyana-in-this-hoe @ietss @drewxaesthetic @khearts14 @amiloud-andclear @tian-monique @khearts14

Masterlist pt.1 pt.2 pt. 3 pt.4

Oscar texted me every ten minutes like clock work. He blew up my phone all damn day. At first it was very cute, but it brought a lot of attention to me. No matter what I did every time I received a notification from Oscar the same girl would look at me and whisper to whoever was next to her. It made me heart beat very fast, and I felt like I was going to throw up. This girl was no joke she was “initiated” into Los Santos last year, and every since then she’s become the meanest bitch ever. I know this sounds childish, but she’s super mean. Her name was Marisol, but she’s known as Loca. Also she has a big ass crush on Oscar, and even to this she won’t stop talking about how Oscar initiated her into the Santos. I really don’t know how gangs work, because I thought that to become a part of a gang you’re supposed to be jumped in. Who would brag about being jumped by Spooky? I was snapped out of my thoughts when I noticed that she was walking towards me, and I began to text Oscar because there was no way in hell that she was actually coming towards me. There must be someone else behind me that she’s interested in. Sadly I was wrong, I was the object that held her interest. My phone was snatched out of my hands by her friend Teresa.

“I wonder who or what has been disturbing the class all day” Marisol said as she looked through my phone, and she started to read my messages from Oscar.

I rose from my seat, and tried to grab my phone from her. Teressa pushed me into the wall as Marisol read my texts aloud to the class.

“I didn’t know you were a Santos whore?” Teressa laughed, and then the whole class joined her. Marisol flicked Teresa’s forehead.

“Please, she could never even get close to any Santos, let alone Spooky”

I held back my tears to the best of my ability, because I didn’t want to cry in front of the whole class. I felt small tears start to fall down my face, and I ran out of the classroom. I kept my head hanging low, and I didnt look in the direction I was running. Somehow I ended up outside. The fresh air calmed me down and I wiped away my tears. I reached for the waistband of my skirt where I usually put my phone, but it wasn’t there. I can’t go back to class after I just made that big ass scene in front of everyone, and ran out crying like a baby, I thought to myself. Instead of running back to my source of distress and embarrassment I decided to blow off some steam by walking to the football field. When I arrived at the football field I walked all the way to the top of the bleachers and laid down. At first I just tried to take a nap, but I ended up cloud watching.

I heard a weird rustling sound. It sounded as if someone was messing with the gate, and when I looked down at the gate from the bleachers I saw Oscar.

“What are you doing” I yelled to him

“Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair” he yelled back at me.

“Nigga just come up here”

“Your wish is my command princesa” he said sarcastically with a smirk.

Oscar hopped the fence and began walking up the bleachers.

“Why you here mamita?”

“I should be asking you that question, spooky”

“Don’t call me spooky”

“Why not?”

“Only the people who fear me call me Spooky. Are you scared of me conejita”

“No, Oscar”

“You should be” he said looking me in the eye.

“And why is that” I asked grabbing his hand.

“Because I can make you scream,cry, and shake under ten minutes”

“And how would you do that”

“With my mouth” he said kissing my hand and smirking.

“Ohhhhh. Oscar you nasty” I said yanking my hand away from him while laughing.

“You wanna find out” he said pulling me onto his lap.

He placed a small quick kiss on my lips.

“Why you out here mamita?”

I began to tell him the whole story and his face turned red with anger, and his hold on my hips tightened.

“I’m sorry”

“What you apologizing for.? You didn’t do shit”

“Because I let the girl take my phone, and all our private messages were read to my entire class”

“It’s my fault bebita, I shouldn’t have been blowing up your phone like that while you were in class”

I gave him a quick kiss, and when he leaned in for another I stopped him.

“Now it’s your turn to tell me why you’re here”

“One of lil homies heard Cesar ask Monse why you were crying. So I came over to see why”

“You stalking me Oscar?”

“No. I just have people watching you wherever you go”

“That’s stalking” I said slapping his chest.

“I don’t think of it that way. Do you wanna get out of here?”

“Yes please, but I need to grab my phone”

“It’s broken”

“WHAT HOW”

“One of the lil homies said that some chick broke it after you left the room”

#oscar diaz #oscar #spooky #spooky diaz #oscar x oc #oscar x reader #oscar diaz x oc #spooky x oc #spooky x reader #oscar x black oc #beepbeepstop #jailbaitseries

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lampmeeting · 4 years

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For Toki/Magnus prompts! Hope that at least one of them helps spark inspiration!! 1.)In a surprising twist of events, it's Magnus who asks to see the latest Disney movie. 2.) They go through CDs that's in their native languages (if we go by the Magnus is Armenian headcanon) 3.) Toki ends up gifting Magnus something for his birthday or other way around 4.) Magnus actually tries to teach Toki to drive-

ohhhhh my goodness, ash, you have gifted me such wonderful ideas! T~T i’m SUCH a sucker for birthday fics, though, i dunno why. so i gotta pick that one. :3 all these other ideas are being stored in my brainvault for use in later things though, rest assured.

i went REAL self-indulgent with this aaaaahahahah... post-doomstar babey. magnus is having a hard time of things. this got so fucking long kjfgkdf

[tw for mentions of suicide]

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After so many years of nothing on his plate, no band, no projects, no responsibility to anyone but himself, this pulled-in-all-directions bullshit was getting old fast. It had happened so quickly. Offdensen had needed a place for him to go once he could get up from the hospital bed, a place to keep him out of Mordhaus and away from the band, but close enough to keep an eye on him. He hadn’t had a moment to himself on his own terms since waking up out of the coma, and he kinda missed it. At least he slept in the coma.

Magnus left the latest staff meeting for the newly-built Dethklok Home for Wayward Musicians and returned to his on-site living quarters, aka his jail cell with a nice kitchen. There was a camera at the door to make sure he stayed or left when he was meant to stay or leave, and he’d been operating under the assumption that the place was bugged. Because why wouldn’t it be?

And fuck his chest hurt. He unbuttoned his shirt and checked the incision in the hallway mirror. From just below the dip in his clavicle, a red, gnarled line split his chest for about twelve inches--a result of the surgery to repair the stab wound to his heart and whatever that fucking pipe had punctured. Awful. Just fucking awful. He wasn’t exactly taking care of it very well, either. Barely ate, barely slept. What did it matter, exactly? A fucked up scar to match his fucked up eye and his fucked up face and his fucked up life.

He took a deep, wincing breath and let it out as a long sigh. Whatever.

His phone rang. That fucking stupid “dethphone” everyone in the company seemed to have. Magnus fought it out of his back pocket, swearing as the little spines caught on his jeans. “What??”

“Oh! You pickeds up!”

Magnus swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. He still had no goddamn idea why Toki wanted anything to do with him. They’d had their little moment in the hospital at Mordhaus, blubbering like babies, Magnus apologizing and Toki just so damn happy to see him alive for whatever reason. And he still wasn’t exactly sure why he hadn’t been left to bleed out in the street. Would’ve been a lot easier for everyone, Magnus included.

“Magnus?”

Shit, he kept doing that--getting lost in his own head when he should be speaking to people. He’d probably talked to more people in the past few weeks than he had in the past few years, and his brain just wanted it to stop already. “Yup, I’m here. What is it?”

“Are you gonna bes at home laters?”

Where else would he be? “Yeah.”

“Oh goods! I’m on my way, pal!”

Magnus nearly swore at him. “I’m sorry, you’re what?”

“I’m flyins over! Sees you in a few hours.”

“Okay, but why--” But Toki hung up. Magnus threw the phone at the wall which only sent a shock of grating pain through his sternum. He pressed a hand to the incision. “Ahh, son of a bitch.”

Fucking Toki. He really didn’t want to deal with him tonight. All the talking, all the laughing. They hadn’t seen each other since he’d left the hospital, but he had to imagine Toki wanted to pick up where they left off before everything went to shit. Probably wanted to drag his ass to laser tag or something equally asinine. God fucking damnit, all he wanted to do was sleep.

Easing down onto the couch, he closed his eyes and tried to breathe. Even if Toki came over, it wouldn’t be forever. Time would pass, the kid would return to Mordhaus. It would be okay. Magnus would just have to be patient. He could be patient. He was good at that. Or at least he used to be.

All right. All right. He was fine.

So he waited for Toki. He sat in front of the TV for a while, attempted to nap with no success, made a frozen dinner that he barely touched. Through it all, his chest ached with increasing discomfort, the result of being too rough with himself lately. He wasn’t allowed to keep pain medication, though. Definitely not opioids given his history, but not even over-the-counter stuff. Assholes. If he wanted to kill himself again, it wouldn’t be with pills.

Toki finally knocked on the door with his typical shave-and-a-haircut, and Magnus called him in. “There’s no lock.”

Toki poked his head in the door and the rest of him followed after. He carried a white box in both hands and grinned from ear to ear. Magnus wrenched himself up from the couch and tried to keep the twist of agony off his face.

“Surprise!” Toki cried.

“It’s hardly a surprise, buddy, you told me you were coming.”

“No, no, this!” And Toki shoved the box at him. “Opens it, opens it! Oh, I can’ts waits to see you’s face!”

Screaming expletives in the safety of his head, Magnus tilted the box away from him and slowly opened the top, fully expecting something to pop out. When nothing happened, he peered inside.

Oh.

It was a cake. Small, homemade. Buttercream frosting, and scribbled on top in icing were two stick figures more or less recognizable as Toki and Magnus holding hands under a rainbow. Across the rainbow in white icing it read Happy Birthday Magnus!

“I...forgot it was my birthday.”

“That’s okay. Toki remembers.”

Magnus set the cake down on the kitchen table and stared at it, chest throbbing. “Why would you do this?”

“What you means ‘whys’? Because we’s friends!”

“I’m no friend of yours, Toki.”

“Sure you ams! You wents kinda crazy but you’s gettins better now.”

“Oh, I dunno about that.”

But Toki kept smiling. “Eats some cake. Cake’s whats makes bad feelings goes away.”

Magnus didn’t have the energy to argue. Toki went into the kitchen and shuffled through a few drawers before asking, “You don’ts has a knife?”

“Nope, not allowed.”

Toki went quiet, searched a little longer, then returned to the table with a fork. “Here!”

Magnus took the fork hesitantly. “Just one? You’re not having any?”

“I can’ts has sugar, remembers?”

Of course he remembered. He’d given Toki his insulin injections for a month.

“So wait, you made a cake that you can’t eat?”

Toki just laughed. “I mades it for you, not me.”

For some reason that made Magnus’ eyes well up. He bit the inside of his cheek and forced it all down. The doctors had told him it was normal to be more emotional than usual during recovery, but god damn. It was a fucking cake and he wanted to cry about it.

Magnus shoved the forked into his little stick figure foot and took a bite. Oh. It was really good. He’d been living off TV dinners and cheap pizza, hospital food before that, and finally having something actually edible in his mouth was heaven. He closed his eyes, chewing reverently. When he opened them, Toki had his fists curled excitedly under his chin.

“So?? Ams good?”

Magnus went for another bite. “Yeah.” Popped it in his mouth. He couldn’t get enough, and before he realized how much he’d been eating, about a third of the cake was gone. He put down the fork, embarrassed. “I’ll, uh. Save the rest for breakfast.”

Toki hadn’t stopped beaming at him for a second. “You wanna dos something now?”

Ah, here it came. What exhausting fucking outing did Toki have in mind? An arcade? The mall? “Sure, just, uh, not anything too--”

“Thoughts maybes we could just hangs out here, watch a movies.”

“Here?”

“If that’s okay.”

Magnus let go of a rough, relieved breath. “Yeah. Yeah, buddy, let’s do that.”

They’d found an old black and white samurai movie just starting on TV and settled in on the couch to watch. Toki sat cross-legged, enraptured, making little comments (”wowee!” “oh, brutal!”) every time something cool happened. Magnus rested back and stretched out his legs, trying to find a position that didn’t make his pain any worse. And once he did, he began to doze off.

He jerked his chin up from his chest, flinching awake, pressing subtly at his incision. Toki noticed. “Are yous okay?”

“Think so.”

Toki looked at the movie again for a moment then turned back to him. “Can I sees it?”

“You don’t wanna.”

“I dos.”

Magnus grumbled and shifted to face him a little better, not liking the grinding sensation in his sternum as he moved. Made him feel a little sick. Still, he unbuttoned his shirt and parted it just enough for Toki to get a good look.

Toki’s eyes went huge with shock, and in the light of the TV Magnus could see tears gathering and threatening to fall. He buttoned himself up again in a hurry, flustered. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, kid.”

“I’m sorries,” Toki wailed a little, rubbing at his eyes. “Just looks like it really, reallies hurts.”

“That’s ‘cause it does.” Magnus couldn’t deny that. He turned back to the movie just in time to see one of the samurai cut himself open with his own sword. He put a hand to his chest again, feeling his repaired heart pounding away in his ribs. Being allowed to die like that would’ve been nice, he thought. By his own hands. An atonement for all the terrible, unforgivable shit he’d done. Not something he was supposed to fucking wake up from in a hospital bed. Toki was silent. Magnus snatched up the remote to turn the TV off.

They sat in the dark for a moment until Toki spoke, his voice small. “Do you still wants to do that?”

“To do what?”

“To...die.”

Magnus grumbled noncommittally. “Maybe. I dunno. It doesn’t matter.” He pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes. “More than anything I just wanna fucking sleep.”

The couch sprang up a little as Toki got up, and when Magnus lowered his hands he realized Toki was offering his.

“Then comes on. Let’s go to asleeps.”

Magnus looked up at him. This kid, this man, this god or whatever the fuck--why was he bothering? Why was he here, being so kind to him? Magnus didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve anything. Death, sleep, a friend. Not a goddamn thing.

Toki leaned down and took his hands. No one had touched him in weeks, and the last person had been Toki, too, now that he thought about it. “I means it. Ups.”

“...fine.”

He lumbered to his feet with Toki’s help and dragged ass into the bedroom. “You gets ready for bed,” Toki told him. “I’ll bes right back.”

In the dark of the bedroom, Magnus wormed carefully out of his clothes and pulled up a pair of pajama bottoms. He could feel the two halves of his breastbone click against each other as he reclined into the pillows, heard it in his fucking head, and he gulped down sudden nausea. His eyes drifted shut. He was so tired. But no matter how much he tried to sleep, there always came a point where he woke himself up, yanked himself from the edge of that deep, restorative sleep he really needed, as if he were afraid of going too far under and never resurfacing.

He heard soft footsteps on the carpet, felt the mattress sink a bit, and then something so warm draped over his chest and he groaned before he could think to stop himself. The pain retreated, not all the way, but enough to unknot his stomach. When he opened his eyes, Toki was there.

“Warms wash cloth,” he said. “It helps?”

“Yeah.” Magnus shuddered in relief, so grateful he could cry. And when Toki placed a hand so tenderly on his brow, he finally did. Just for a second. Just to get it out. “Sorry. Fuck...”

Toki smiled down at him, and even in the darkness he seemed to glow. Maybe he was a god.

“Try tos rest now. Ams gonna looks after yous all night, so don’ts worry abouts nothing.”

“...really?”

“Mm-hm.” Toki’s fingers started to weave into his curls. It was...nice. “Happy birthdays, Magnus.”

“...thanks, buddy.” And Magnus slept.

#metalocalypse #magnus hammersmith #toki wartooth #magtok #hammertooth #my writing #jeez ash thank you for this jdfgjd i went wild here ahahaha #insomniac-pens

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for-emilia · 3 years

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Insta Live. pt 2

i love u x

Whenever Fikayo had to leave on international break or European games for the club both he and Emilia adored, they acted like it was the end of the world. Regardless, they’d spend all of their time together, but when he was due to leave, they’d be practically stuck together. Even when he was away they’d facetime, text and call each other constantly, still preferring to be in each others’ company than anyone else's.

This time, Fikayo had to leave for 3 days to travel to Belgium for a game in the Euros with the rest of the England squad. Emilia stayed at home due to the shortness of the trip and to look after their two dogs. The pair now had a rottweiler and a pitbull who needed more love and attention than they could’ve imagined.

Emilia fully blamed Fik. From the moment the dogs came into their lives, he treated them like actual children. Sometimes Emilia wondered if he loved the dogs more than her, always cuddling with them on the couch and putting on ‘their favourite movies’, randomly coming home with treats or toys for the two of them and always making sure they were pampered and happy. Their dogs were the life and soul of the house which was saying something when you knew their parents were Emilia and Fikayo.

Even though the two dogs were their life, they pretended the dogs weren’t shared and like they didn't have them together. Of course it was just a massive ploy to throw people off the scent of their relationship, like most things they did, but it was incredibly confusing for the whole of the Internet.

Nobody was sure which dog belonged to who, or if they shared the dogs and had split custody, or if they both belonged to only one of them. They both made regular appearances in the couple’s stories, or even sometimes just one of them, but who knew if they were just visiting? One thing the whole world could count on was that they were never apart.

Which meant that, when Fikayo was lying in his hotel room the night the squad had arrived in Belgium and he went live on Instagram, not a single soul was surprised to see Emilia in the comments.

“Aight, we’ll try and scare Tammy tomorrow, don’t worry about it, we’ll sort something,” Fik sighed and rested back on the plush pillows with one arm behind his head.

“‘You’ve just announced it now, he's going to know’...” he read from the stream of comments on the live, “cheers lads you’ve fucked it.” He laughed out knowing he’s messed up but blaming the viewers for his mistake.

He was chilling in the hotel room on his own as the other lads played each other at Fifa in someone else's room. The defender had intended on getting some work done and preparing in advance but alas, found himself drawn to Instagram live.

Emilia joined only a few minutes after he began, immediately smiling at seeing his face once again and holding it a bit longer than she intended at the way he looked. He looked so cute, sat there in a comfy black hoodie and his Chelsea blue durag on just chilling and laughing at his own jokes.

“Emilia’s here?” Fik questioned seriously, squinting his eyes seriously and scanning the comments, “I wish, like not having my left leg without her here.. And we all know how good my left leg is.” He dramatically let out a fake sob and threw himself backwards.

He saw her comment ‘no im not here’ and laughed to seemingly himself.

“Ohhhhh the dog sitter? I didn’t think I knew an Emilia,” Fik kissed his teeth and sat back against the pillows, already adding to the confusing narrative.

‘here we goooooo’

‘Oh lord it begins’

‘who else is confused already’

The comments upped in frequency and speed, more and more people butting in and already loving the interaction between the pair.

“Join my live, bae,” Fik spoke out, refreshing his requests to join the livestream and looking for her name to accept. He smirked at all of the comments in capital letters emphasising the pet name he said, waiting for the request to come through.

“Here she isssssss..” Fik smiled as the screen split and her face emerged in the bottom half.

“Ello ell-” Emilia started before she was quickly cut off by her man.

“Shut up, don’t wanna see you, where’s the dogs?” Fik said seriously, furrowing his eyebrows and scoffing as a joke.

“Not what you were saying earlier was it? Changed your tone, you slag,” Emilia fought back as a joke, “I’ll kidnap them.”

“Shhhhh man,” Fik rolled his eyes and wafted his hand in dismissal. “Camoooooooo, Bronxyyyyyy,” the man called out, giggling as he saw Bronx’s little squishy face pushing into the camera at the sound of his dad’s voice.

“There he isss, my little sonna,” Fik cooed at the screen as the livestream could hear Emilia shouting to the other side of the room for Camo.

“Camo is in front of the fire and he’s looking at me like he’ll gobble me if I make him move,” Emilia side eyed the Pitbull splayed out comfortably in front of the fireplace, warming up from the walk she took them on not too long ago.

“You two move to him then,” Fikayo said in an obvious manner, as if lying on the living room floor just so he could talk to his dogs was the most reasonable option.

“Only if you pay me extra on top of my hefty dog sitter bills,” Emilia scoffed, sliding down from the dimly lit sofa to the carpeted floor in front of the fire where Camo was panting from the heat.

“Awww hello my baby, has she knackered you out?” Fikayo talked amorously, making a conscious effort to say ‘she’ instead of ‘mamas’ like he normally would if he was referring to Emilia when talking to the dogs.

Emilia propped the phone up against the wall where the fireplace was, settling back where Camo lay, Bronx now taking it upon himself to lay his head across the gorgeous girl’s legs. The soft orangey light of the fire

“Aww look at all of my besties,” Fik smiled, “someone take a screenshot.”

At this, he began posing and making opportunities for the fans to screenshot as he requested. First he was smiling cutely with his eyes all sparkly, back in the company of his three loves, even if it was virtually. After that, he was smiling even more dramatic, flashing his white teeth making Emilia laugh which made for the cutest screenshot ever. And finally, he leant down and kissed the border of his part of the screen, just where Emilia's head was, following up afterwards with kisses towards where both of the dogs were strewn next to her.

Of course, everyone went mental. Flooding the comments and Tumblr and any pages that cared with the new information that Fikayo ‘kissed’ Emilia on Insta live. Some battled that he outright called her ‘bestie’ and said she was dog sitting, whereas others argued he called her ‘bae’ and they were being generally flirty, honing in on the kiss and her little comment of ‘not what you were saying earlier’.

The Internet was so split between people who thought they were an item and those who disagreed, however it was always changing and some people who once believed, changed their mind, and some people who weren’t convinced, changing their outlook at little things like the half kiss.

The two of them continued laughing and acting like it was just the two of them (four of them including the two snoring pups in Emilia’s lap) until Tammy and Chilly started hammering on the door, forcing Fik to get up and answer the door reluctantly.

“What?!” He swung the door open, the camera just able to see his shoulder, and of course Emilia still on the bottom half of the screen with the dogs.

“Jeeeez just wanted to say hi,” Tammy complained, looking sideways at Ben weirdly out of shot, “did I interrupt something?”

He wiggled his eyebrows and looked down to Fik’s phone, suggesting something that definitely was not happening. Fik picked up his phone and faced it towards the two men at his door to fill in the livestream on what the disturbance was. However, Tammy swiped the phone out of his hand, burying his head in the screen immediately and using his size to block Fikayo’s protests to get it back.

“Hello, pretty gyal,” Tammy smirked at seeing Emilia on the bottom half of the screen, thoroughly amused at what was happening.

“Oi!” Fik protested, trying to push past Ben to get his phone back.

“Heyyyyy Tammy,” Emilia flirted, just to wind up her boyfriend and to tease all of the chat.

“Can you go away?” Fik sulked semi-seriously, “was talking to my puppiesssss.”

‘This is a mess in the best possible way’

‘yowwww someone’s jealous 👀’

‘they must just be fik’s dogs uno’

‘Bronx looks done with these shitheads 😂’

The fans never knew what to expect when it came to Fikayo’s lives and the amount of people who watched and then rewatched them was absurd, hundreds of people dissecting their every move and theorising over their relationship. But one thing everyone knew for certain, whether they were together or not, they had something special, and it was the greatest thing in the world to watch.

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trulymadlysydney · 4 years

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OKAY no one asked and this is long as shit but I have to share my dream because it was SO GOOD and I need you all to suffer with me

So first of all Harry was playing at a university but it was like a small theater, SO of course my ass went, and this has nothing to do with the softness but it was funny because there was like a whole thing where Camille and her friends were gonna go down on the stage and dance with him during Watermelon Sugar just as like a HEY LOOK WE ARE FRIENDS NOW kind of thing I guess fhdjdkdjdhs

Anyway so I went to the show and I found her sitting in the crowd with sunglasses on lol and for some reason I WENT UP TO HER and I was like “omg are you Camille hi” and I started talking to her lmao but she was super nice to me and she was telling me all about her boyfriend but she was like “I mean hopefully this whole show thing goes over well with everyone... like with me going down there to dance and all” and I was like 🥴 but I was trying to be reassuring like “honestly girl yeah make the girlies jealous it’s what you deserve” and she laughed and she was like “you’re RIGHT it is what I deserve!” which like.... Dream Sydney..... girl....... anyway

So at some point during the show my stupid ass went out to go to the bathroom and when I came out of the bathroom Camille had also left for the bathroom, and security wasn’t letting people back in yet because I guess inside the theater they were filming something. Idk it was weird like I guess they could only open and close the doors between songs because they were filming and didn’t want to disrupt? Anyway so Camille and I were sitting and talking outside the doors while we waited and then a huge FIGHT erupted and we were both like oHHHHH BITCH HELLO? And we just watched this fight break out like it was fuckin crazy and someone lit something on fire and the fire alarm went off and we were like well FUCK

So we got separated during the evacuation (this is the end of the Camille portion of my dream lol) and I went into this little room with like church pews and there was only like a handful of people in there so I was like alright I’ll just wait in here. And a few minutes later IN WALKS MR STYLES HIMSELF!! and he’s like “hi, you guys mind if I join you and wait it out in here?” And all of us are like hello NOT AT ALL COME ON IN

SO he comes in and sits in the pew behind me and all of us are like, trying to remain calm and not make it into a big deal. We’re like just talking to him casually like we’re all just friends. And so at one point he’s talking to the guy next to him so I start talking to the girl next to me and I mention like “man I’m so mad I had to miss that last song cause of the fire drill thing!”

And for some reason I had my laptop and she was like “it was being live-streamed, I’m sure you could watch it online!” And I laughed and I was like “I mean that’s kind of an overload... I was actually there watching it with my own eyeballs and now I’m sitting here with Harry literally right behind me and I’m gonna watch a Harry video on my laptop? That’s too much Harry.” And we laughed and then I added “not that my brain isn’t like that 24/7”

And I kinda turned in my seat and I jumped because FUCKIN HARRY HAD MOVED TO SIT RIGHT THE FUCK NEXT TO ME and he was just smiling all smug waiting for me to finish what I was saying ABOUT HIM fl;akdjlk;fjdlkf and I was like “oh my god you scared me” and he laughed and was like “sorry 🙂😋😌”

So he and I started talking and he was like “I mean you can pull it up online if you really want to! You didn’t miss much. I don’t think I sound right tonight anyway... can you tell I have allergies?” And I was like “oh my god what no you don’t sound like you have allergies at all!” And he was all smiley and he was like “what about now?” And made like a gross sniffing noise where you could tell he had a lot of snot.., which dhdjskskshdh why would he do that lmao but I was like “no you still sound fine” and we were cracking up and he did it again and he goes “now?”

Anyway so SOMEHOW we all ended up in a car together because he liked us and was like “you guys wanna just come over and like watch a movie and stuff?” and we were all like HELLO OF COURSE???? SO we’re in this car and I’m sitting in the middle seat and Harry’s on my left and we’re all talking about what movies we like and snacks and stuff like that, and the whole time he’s texting and I’m trying so so hard not to read his texts fjl;dkfldjs BUT HES SO ENGAGED WITH US STILL LIKE WHILE HE’S TEXTING!!! And at some point he said something and I jokingly was like “awwww Harry” and laid my head on his shoulder and HE! LAID! HIS! HEAD! ON! TOP! OF! MINE!!!!!!

AND LIKE you know when you do that with people it usually only lasts a few seconds and then you both move? He did not move like he just kept it there with NO SIGN of moving so in my head I’m like alright I live here now!!!

So he like sighed and was like “I’m trying to get my mom’s login information so we can watch this one movie but she’s like, not making sense....” and the bitch HANDS ME HIS PHONE and is like “Like, read this and tell me if this makes sense to you.” So FIRST OF ALL I accidentally saw some of his other messages and like ALL of his contacts had emojis by their names or like funny nicknames and in my head I’m like ..... do I tell tumblr about the emojis or do I keep this to myself fd;kafdslfj and I ultimately decided to just keep it to myself sorry yall

So I read through his texts with Anne and he was like asking her for her login information for this movie app thing and she sent this long ass message like “Oh my gosh, son you are so blessed, we were watching you on the tv and we could not have been more proud. Linda came over tonight and sends her love! Did you know she’s a Libra also? Anyway, you should watch xyz movie (I don’t remember the title she put) because we watched it the other night and it was good!” And Harry had replied something like “did daddy like the movie as well?” And I guess in my dream Robin was alive and that’s who Harry was referring to 🥺

And I started laughing and he did too and he shook his head and was like “I love her but I just need the login information” And I was like “Libra moms, am I right?” And he was cracking up and he was like “Libra moms.” And his head was STILL ON MINE and he reached over and put his hand on my knee and kinda squeezed a little AND THEN MY FUCKIN ALARM WENT OFFFFFFF IM SO UPSET

#sydney dreams

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war-sword · 5 years

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the ilvermorny exchange (6)

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summary: you’re an Ilvermorny student, and you’ve applied to the International Magic Student Exchange Program to attend your sixth year at Hogwarts instead. You and your friends are excited to go to school overseas, but a certain blonde prefect has decided to personally make your exchange year suck. You decide to give him a taste of his own medicine. (draco x reader, enemies to lovers, female reader) words: 7,699 A/N: Hi guys! Welcome back! So many people asked me to continue this fic so I decided fuck it lets go. And here we are!!! Hope you all enjoy. Small side note, when I was writing the first 5 chapters of this story I did originally have a side-plot of Alex having a crush on Ginny Weasley. I took those parts out because for some reason I thought it might be distracting?? Or people would think it was weird?? Idk but now I'm putting it back in because the person irl who Alex is modeled after asked me to lmfao. So I've gone back and added those into the past chapters, in case you wanna go back and refresh yourself anyway! taglist: @tragically-cordelia @mhftrs @2pumpkin-pasty @gingerlouisgirl @seriouslynotfunny @clockworkherondale @cherrie511 @songforhema @marvelrose @acciodracoo @eltanin-malfoy

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“Fucking finally.” Alex smirks at you good-naturedly as you meet her in the corridors between the Horned Serpent and Thunderbird dorms.

“Ms. Angeles had to pin my skirt! It was an emergency!” You reply.

Alex just rolls her eyes, and you head off in the direction of the center of the Ilvermorny castle. “Ugh. I wish Mr. Foxbrair had let me wear the boys outfit,” she pulls at the suspenders of her pale blue skirt irritably.

“At least we have pockets!” You say, digging your hands into them for emphasis. “I think they’re cute.” You spin as you walk, letting the skirt flare out. You and Alex, like all the rest of the last years, are dressed in your formal Ilvermorny uniforms. Blue suspender skirts and white long-sleeve button downs for the girls, while the boys wear cranberry pants and white button-downs. Everyone wears ties with their house emblem.

As last years, you’ve arrived at Ilvermorny a few hours early to change into your uniforms and prepare for the lower years to arrive. You get perform the opening dance at the First Feast tonight, and help younger students find their way as they settle in. But first– you want your wand.

There’s a bit of a line at the counter, which has multiple windows. You and Alex join the shortest one, and you peer over the shoulder of the person in front of you to watch the slender wand boxes fly around as the teachers working the counter summon them from the safe behind.

“I’m so glad this is the last time we ever have to do this. I can’t wait to do magic at home,” Alex sighs.

“Same. It’s so hard having to go from cleaning my room here and then having to do it manually all summer,” you agree.

You and Alex are both startled by a hand clapping down on your shoulders. You both turn to see Chris behind you, laughing.

“Chris! Hey!” You say, grabbing him around the middle in a tight hug. Alex piles on top and the three of you giggle, swaying unsteadily.

“What’s up?” He asks as you all separate.

“Not much,” Alex says. “You look good in those pants.”

Chris poses. “I think pink and red are my colors. Too bad I’m going to look like a giant idiot when we have to dance.”

“Chris, literally all we do is weave between the tables and shoot the streamers out of our wands. We’ve watched it happen for the past six years, do you not know how it goes?” You ask, incredulous.

“You think I pay attention?” He responds. You just laugh and move forward in the line.

Alex gets her wand first and cradles it like a newborn. “Ohhhhh, my sweet baby, I missed you.” She kisses it gently for dramatic effect. You don’t even laugh though, because the second you have yours in your hand, you feel like you could do the same. Holding your wand for the first time in three months makes your nerves come alive and you feel like you could burst at the seams with happiness. Being reunited with your wand feels like being reconnected with a part of your soul.

You flick your wand and gentle wisps of glittery mist come out of the tip and dissipate into the air, making you grin. “I love magic.”

The three of you mill around in the entryway afterwards, greeting all your other friends you hadn’t seen over the holidays. Some of your friends from last year’s exchange trip come over, too.

“What’s up, Y/n?” Kenny asks as he sweeps you into a hug.

“Hey!” You and Alex take turns giving him a hug, and he goes in for a handshake with Chris.

“How was Taiwan?”

“Oh, so cool.” Chris’s eyes glitter.

“Whoa, I forgot you were going there!” You exclaim. “You were meeting family, right?”

“Yeah. So many cousins, so many family meals. I’ve never eaten so much zong zi in my life, dude.”

“Did you go anywhere else?” Kenny elbows him, a sly smile on his face. “England, perhaps?”

Chris just rolls his eyes. “No. Emi only ever sent me three letters, but she was in China visiting her family like I was in Taiwan. What about you guys?” He turns to you and Alex. “Either of you go to Europe?”

“Hell no, Portkeys overseas are expensive!” Alex says. Chris was, of course, referring to her visiting the Weasley’s. Alex had started dating Ginny towards the end of the term in May, shortly after the last Quidditch match. Ron was of course angry Ginny kept dating his friends, but the rest of you thought it was cute. Chris and Kenny look at you expectantly.

You shake your head. “Me neither. Draco was traveling, and we agreed against meeting the parents anyway. It was never that serious.” You give a shrug. It was true, though. Still, when you’d left Hogwarts in June, it had obviously been a sad departure. You’d been a little teary as you hugged goodbye.

“Are you crying?” Draco had asked, sounding both shocked and concerned for you.

“No,” you said grumpily, rubbing your eyes fiercely on the edge of your sleeve.

His eyes had softened and he brushed your hair out of your face. “Come on, you know you can’t lie to me. Why?”

You’d just buried your head into his chest, too embarrassed about being so emotional. “‘Cuz we’re breaking up and I can’t handle it like an adult. Ugh.” You’d mumbled.

Draco pulled you away from him a little so he could whisper in your ear. “Who said we’re breaking up?”

“We’re not?” You’d sniffed.

He’d had that stupid smile on his face that made you want to deck him but also make your heart jump into your throat. “Last I checked, I didn’t break up with you, so, unless you’re the one doing the breaking up…”

“Oh, I hate you!” You’d groaned, but also smiling at the same time. Draco had picked you up off the ground to make you giggle.

“I hate you, too. So stop crying!” He’d put you down and pressed a few kisses on your cheek and your forehead. “Write to me, okay? I promise we’ll see each other again.”

“Okay, we better. Wait, I need your address!”

“Oh, shit. Do you have parchment?”

“No.”

“Uh, okay stick out your arm.”

You’d both been a giggling mess as Draco scratched out his address onto your forearm with one of his fancy Always-Inked Quills, your laughing interspersed with him begging you to be more still and not smudge.

“We’re such idiots.” Your tears of sadness had turned to ones of laughter.

“Speak for yourself!” He’d exclaimed. You kissed one last time.

“Bye, Y/n.”

“Bye, Draco.”

“Uh, ‘not that serious’ my ass.” Alex says, bringing you back out of your memories. “You were both crying.”

“We were laughing!” You defended. “And it’s true, we only exchanged a few letters. We were both busy and international owl post takes a while.”

“Damn, we all got the shaft from our British wifeys!” Chris complains.

“Aha, not me!” Alex does a little dance. “Ginny is coming for the Exchange this year.”

Chris and Kenny ooh’d. You already knew this, of course. Alex was lucky that Ginny was in the year below. It was unlikely you’d see any of your Hogwarts friends until you graduated, but Alex and Ginny would get a whole other year together.

“Who’s coming for the Exchange?” Sarah had appeared, walking up with Alice.

“Ginny Weasley,” you answer.

“Ooh, fun. Who else is coming?” Sarah asks.

You all exchange glances. “I dunno, I guess we didn’t really know many other people in the year below us while we were there,” Kenny says.

“I don’t think any of Gin’s friends are coming, she probably would’ve mentioned it,” adds Alex.

“Anyone want to go to the inner courtyard to go do some spells?” Chris suggests, changing the subject.

You all agree readily, and head outside. You take turns messing around– levitating rocks, each other, and you and Chris have a mini-duel, ending with his dress uniform completely ruined. Sarah expertly Scourgifies it clean again. Alex and Kenny work together to enlarge a small patch of mushrooms so you can all climb on them. Chris has just discovered they’re great slides when you hear a voice ring across the courtyard.

“WHAT DO YOU YOU ALL THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

Everyone freezes, your first instinct being fear. You turn your head, gazing down from the mushroom to see Ms. Bell standing a few feet off, watching you with a smile on your face.

“Uh, nothing!” Kenny calls.

“Hey Ms. Bell!” You, Sarah and Alice chorus.“We’ll put it back, don’t worry!” You slide down off the mushroom and run over to her to give your favorite teacher a hug.

“How was your summer? You need to come visit me and tell me about your Exchange year!” She asks, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“Great!I’ll definitely come by to tell you about Hogwarts.”

“Awesome!” She beams. “Ready for your last year?”

“Yes! But also no, I’ll be so sad to leave.” You say, as the rest of the group comes over to say hello. “I’m going to sign up for your new class! the History of Magical Painting and Photography, right?”

“Yes, I’m excited for it,” she says, giving Sarah a side hug. “You should all sign up if you like art, I think it’s going to be lots of fun. I’ve been planning for it all summer.” Sarah and Alice nod, and the others politely say they’ll consider it.

“Alright, I’ve got to go. I’m on Exchange Student duty again.” Ms. Bell brandishes a scroll of parchment, her own dress cloak swishing as she moves. “Fix those mushrooms back before you all leave, please!”

“Wait, which Exchange?” You ask.

“Hogwarts, same as last time.”

“Can we see the list?” Alex asks. “My girlfriend is coming, we just want to see if there’s anyone else we know.”

Ms. Bell unrolls the parchment and you all gather around to read it. Your eyes scan the paper and you don’t recognize anyone else except Ginny– Wait! Your heart skips a beat, and you blink your eyes and grasp the edge of the parchment next to Ms. Bell’s hand, making sure you read it correctly.

Draco Malfoy.

“See anyone else you know?” Ms. Bell asks.

Alex catches sight of your shocked expression and laughs. “We know him!” She points to Draco’s name.

“But… but he’s in our year. He isn’t eligible for the Exchange,” you say softly. “It must be a mistake.”

“Hm, I don’t think so. I remember he was a later addition.”

You’re still staring off into space while Ms. Bell rolls up the parchment. “I really have to go. Would you guys like to come along to greet your friends?”

You and Alex follow Ms. Bell out of the courtyard, still slightly in a haze. Was Draco really coming? He’d never mentioned it to you, while you were at Hogwarts or in any of his letters. And besides, IMSEP rules were really strict; He was too old for Exchange. Alex elbowed you and broke you from your stupor.

“You didn’t know he was coming?” She asks.

“No! I had no idea! Is that like, allowed?” Even as you say it, thoughts are already bubbling into your mind. Draco, here, at Ilvermorny. With you. You’ll get to show him around, go to classes again, you can go on dates on weekends out… You were getting excited. Alex is smiling like crazy and clutching your hand. You can’t help but grin also.

When you get to the front lawn, the afternoon sun is getting lower as the last of the Portkeys come in. Students are arriving in descending order of their grade, so they can get settled into their dorms before dinner. First year’s arrive last, as well as Exchange students, so they can be sorted before the First Feast. You watch a group of eleven year olds go by, led by a teacher and another last year. Ms. Bell leads you over to an open patch of grass where the Hogwarts Portkey will let out, and checks her watch. “They should be here any moment.”

A moment later, there’s a whooshing sound and a group of almost twenty people land on the lawn pretty far away, some of who you can see toppling over as they land hard. “Oh no, we’re too far away!” Ms. Bell begins walking at a brisk pace towards the group.

Alex starts running, obviously already honed in on Ginny. You walk along with Ms. Bell, still not sure Draco will be there. As you draw closer, you spot his bright hair in the mass of people. You start running too.

Draco spots you coming, and looks slightly surprised, but still smiling. He lets go of his trunk and bag to open his arms, and you launch yourself into them.

“Hey baby!” He laughs into your ear as he spins you around. “Are you surprised?"

“You. Are. The biggest. Bastard!” You cry once he puts you down, hitting on his chest with your fists to punctuate your words.

“Ouch! Okay, enough with the hitting!” He’s still laughing though, pulling your fists away. You put up a tiny fight, but he’s much stronger than you. When he lets go you wrap your arms around him in another hug.

“Yes I’m surprised!” You say, pulling back again. You’re not sure if you want to hug him again, kiss him, hit him some more or just look into his eyes. There’s so much you want to do at once. “And wow, I think you got tan when you went to Italy.”

Draco chuckles. “It won’t last long. And look at you! You’ve cut your hair!” He takes his hands off your waist to brush through the strands.

“Yes! It’s a little shorter now. You like?”

“I love it.” His eyes keep flicking across your face and the rest of you like he can’t get enough, and you’re glad to know he feels the same way. He leans down and finally places a gentle kiss on your lips, and you feel like you could explode from happiness.

Ms. Bell finally reaches the group. “Hi Everyone! Welcome to Ilvermorny. Please look around and make sure the person you were standing next to is here, sometimes people do go missing… all good?” She retrieves the used Portkey, an umbrella, from the ground, and waves her wand. Everyone’s luggage vanishes, off to be kept until after the sorting. “Alright, let's go!” We don’t want to get behind schedule, we’ve got lots to do tonight before we get to eat!”

You grab Draco’s hand as you all start the walk back towards the castle. “So how were you allowed to come here? You’re too old for Exchange! How did you convince your parents? How long will you be here?” All the questions that were buzzing around in your head came spilling out all at once.

“I’ll be here all year,” Draco said. “I transferred, I’m not on Exchange. And lots and lots of convincing.”

You really didn’t have anything to say, you were just in happy shock. You smiled to yourself as you looked back at the castle and thought about Draco living there, too.

“I hope you’re not mad,” he said, looking over at you. “Should I have told you?”

“No! I’m not mad, just surprised is all!” You say. “Wow, I can’t wait for you to get sorted!”

“Should be interesting,” Draco muses. “I’ve been wondering how it will go.” The group had reached the castle, and Draco gives your hand a squeeze. “We’ll talk after, okay? You can show me around.”

Ms. Bell marches up the steps and stops in between the large statues of Isolt Sayre and James Steward, where the large group of first years are gathered. She motions for you and Alex to follow her, and you leave Draco behind with a wink. The three of you go around the set of big front doors and enter through a side corridor.

You part from Ms. Bell, and head quickly up the stairs to the balcony under the glass dome on the main rotunda. Alex spots your friends, and you both hurry to join them, muttering apologies as you make your way to the railing– last years get to sit at the front to watch the sorting.

“Hey,” you mutter, sitting down just behind your roommates, Stella and Grace. You hadn’t seen them since you moved in earlier that afternoon. “Guess what?”

“What?” Grace asks. Chris shifts back to be next to you so Alex can sit near the railing and dangle her feet off the edge.

“Y/N’s boyfriend is here.” Alex answers before you can.

“What?” Stella gasps. Grace’s mouth drops open in surprise. “You didn’t tell us!”

“I literally found out ten minutes ago! Sneaky asshole.” You look between Alex and Chris. “He’s transferred.”

“Oh, shit.” Chris looked impressed. “Because of you?”

“Maybe? I don’t know! We didn’t get to talk too much, we were coming in here.”

“Point him out to us when he comes in.” Grace says, looking towards the big double doors. Stella nods in agreement.

A hush falls over the rotunda as your Principal, Joan Rittler, sweeps into view below to stand on the golden knot on the floor, surrounded by the four statues of Ilvermorny. She’s wearing dress robes also, long black ones with intricate navy, cranberry and gold embroidery that swirl gently. Her long dreadlocks are piled on her head in a complicated knot that also has gold accents decorating it. She raises her ring covered hands for complete silence. “Hello, everyone,” she begins. “We are about to start our age old tradition of Sorting our new students. Please remember to remain quiet until the student has chosen their House.”

She turns and raises her hands toward the double doors, and they swing open. The group of first years all shuffle in uncertainty, the older group of exchange students sticking out at the back because they’re so much taller. Principal Rittler ushers them to come further inside with a welcoming smile on her face. Once the blob of kids has made a rough semicircular shape at the edge of the room, the doors close back. You spot Draco near the wall, his eyes scanning the balcony for you, but you’re probably just a bit too far back. You elbow Grace and point to Draco’s blonde head.

“I didn’t know you were dating an albino,” Grace murmurs over the sound of the footsteps below.

You can’t even argue with her. “He’s actually tan right now, if you can believe it.”

“Merlin.”

Principal Rittler’s voice fills the rotunda without her even trying. “Welcome, students. You are all about to be sorted into your Houses. You will come up, one at a time, and stand on this knot–” she gestures to her feet– “and your House will be announced by the movement of the statues. You may then go over and join your new House mates behind the statue.”

“We have Thunderbird, for those with powerful and adventurous souls. Puckwudgie, for the strong and healing of heart. Wampus, for the brave warriors of body, and Horned Serpent for those engaged and scholarly minds. If more than once House wants you, it is up to you to choose, so think carefully.”

You felt a tiny twinge in your stomach at Principal Rittler’s words as you did every year.

“May the sorting begin.” Principal Rittler pulls her wand from inside her robes and conjures a scroll. She steps back off the knot and outside the circle of statues, and lets the long scroll fall open. “Acworth, Ames.”

A tiny girl with thin hair scurries from the middle of the blob and goes to stand on the knot. A few tense moments pass, and then the Thunderbird comes to life and beats it’s huge wooden wings. Thunderbirds all around the balcony burst into cheers as Ames beams and walks over to stand behind the statue.

It goes on like this, down the list. Ilvermorny is a huge school, and between first years and Exchange students there are at least eighty people to be sorted. You lean over and whisper in Chris’s ear. “Kinda makes you miss the fifteen minute Hogwarts sorting, doesn’t it?”

Chris’s eyes go wide as he gives you a deep nod.

You watch as the light changes from yellow to orange through the top of the dome. Two children have more than one statue offer them a place in their House, which always livens up the sorting. One girl immediately chooses Puckwudgie, while the other boy starts to cry before finally choosing Horned Serpent. You hope he’s not wrong, and make a mental note to try and find him at some point during the first week.

Finally, all the first years are done, and it’s time for the Exchange students. Principal Rittler turns her scroll over to the back side. “Álvarez, Jose!” A tan boy steps onto the knot and is immediately made a Wampus.

When Principal Rittler calls out “Malfoy, Draco,” your heart starts to go double time, like it’s you getting sorted all over again. You lean forwards to look between the bars of the railing, and you can feel Chris, Alex, Grace and Stella all watching you as much as they watch him.

Draco steps out onto the knot. There is no movement for a second, and then, three statues come alive at once. The Puckwudgie raises his arrow up, while the Thunderbird beats its wings. The crystal set into the forehead of the Horned Serpent glows, and it twists its neck around.

Murmurs are heard across the rotunda. You’ve seen threes happen only twice more in your years at Ilvermorny. Twos are much more common, and fours almost unheard of. Everyone is watching with bated breath to see which house Draco will choose, but you have a feeling you already know.

When Draco walks over to join the group behind the Horned Serpent statue, you scream along with Stella and Grace. The rest of your House is the loudest it’s been all night.

Several other students go, and then it’s Ginny’s turn. Alex is gripped by the same anticipation as you as Ginny strides out of the group and onto the knot. She’s made a Thunderbird, and Alex whistles loudly for her.

You grab Alex’s shoulder. “Did you guess right, too?” You yell over the other Thunderbird’s raucous applause.

“Uh-huh!”

You and Alex high-five hard.

Finally, the sorting comes to an end. Another set of double doors opposite the main ones open into Ilvermony’s Great Hall, and the newly sorted first years rush inside to receive their first wands. While the wand choosing doesn’t take nearly as long as the sorting, it’s another round of waiting the upper years have to endure. There’s lots of traffic going down the two staircases from the balcony to the main floor.

“Aw, guys, that was our last sorting!” Stella pulls a face and puts her hand on her heart.

“So many lasts,” Chris adds.

“Hey, look on the bright side,” you interject. “This gets to be our first time leading the dance and the songs!”

“True.”

You finally emerge at the bottom of the stairs. You intend to try and find Draco, so he can know where to sit, but your Head of House, Ms. Angeles, is collecting last years at the back of the rotunda. You and Alex exchange an annoyed glance as you make your way over.

Ms. Angeles is attempting to count everyone, but gives up. She rests the tip of her wand on her neck and clears her throat. Everyone stops talking, lower years still filing into the Great Hall peer over at you all as they walk. “I sincerely hope that after six years you know how this is going to work!” Ms. Angeles’s voice sounds extra loud.

Next to you, Chris grimaces.

“If you don’t, stand behind someone who does and follow them. Four lines, please! And do not stand next to your house mates!”

Alex grabs you, and you in turn grab Chris. Grace and Stella follow you anyway as you make your way to one of the four lines forming. “Think again if you thought I’d listen to a single order Angeles tells me this year,” Grace mumbles.

Ms. Angeles evens up the lines until she’s satisfied. Through the open doors you can see that most everyone has taken a seat at the many tables, first years closest to the walls, with a cluster of empty tables in the center of the room for the last years to sit at. The edges of the room are fraught with excited conversations as eleven year old’s hold and compare wands for the first time, unable to contain their excitement. Ms. Angeles leaves you to take her seat at the staff table, and you all wait as the last few people sort themselves out. It’s then you notice Draco sitting all alone at one of the empty tables. He’s picked one on the edge so he blends in with the sixth years at the tables nearest to him, but it’s still a sad sight. You cover your mouth with your hands, not sure if you want to laugh or cry.

“Aw, Draco!” Alex notices, too.

“That’s literally the saddest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Stella comments.

“We have to go over there after, oh my God,” you giggle, tearing up. All your emotions from the past hour– seeing your friends again after summer, Draco suddenly appearing, and remembering you’re doing this all for the last time– are coming to the surface in a weird mix.

“Babe! Are you crying?” Alex turns around and puts a hand on your shoulder.

“No! I mean, yes, but… I don’t know, there’s too much happening right now!” You sniff, flicking away the tears that cling to your lashes. “Ugh! Okay, let’s go.” You pull out your wand and bounce on the balls of your feet, ready to get the dance started.

There is some whisper-arguing amongst the four leaders of the lines, and then they set off skipping, starting to clap in time. The two center lines wind their way back and forth between the tables through middle, while the outer lines go along the wall.

“We stand as one united,

Against the Puritan.

We draw our inspiration,

From good witch Morrigan.”

The students sitting down continue clapping while you all sing. Your line turns when you reach the staff table, and you begin to skip in the opposite direction of the other lines. Most of the first years sit at their tables and listen to the song, watching with excitement. Older students reach out their hands and you give them all high fives as you pass. Across the hall, Draco catches your eye, smiling as he watches you dance. You grin back as your classmates sing about Ilvermorny, the supreme wizard school, and green streamers come out of your wand as you twirl around.

After a long and satisfying First Feast, you jump up from your table to go find Draco. After the dance, you hadn’t been able to make your way to sit with him. Alex was also unable to find a seat near Ginny, and so you’d both suffered through the meal away from your partners. But now that it was time to go back to your dorms, you had the chance to find Draco and not be separated again.

As everyone exited from the hall, you squeeze your way over through the crowd. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He grabs your hand to keep you together.

“I knew you’d be Horned Serpent” you say, following your House mates out of the hall and towards the west staircase. “Did you pick it to be with me, or because you felt it fit?

“Many reasons,” he says. “But I will have you know I read up on Ilvermorny this summer and did think about it before I got here.”

“Really?” You’re impressed, but also that’s such a thing he would do. Draco doesn’t like unknowns.

“Of course. Got to be prepared, right?”

You don’t say anything, and instead just enjoy a moment to yourself gazing at his face. “Wait ‘till you see our common room, it’s so fun.”

You climb up several flights of stairs until you reach a large wooden door that’s covered in a grid of carvings. The door is already open, letting the steady stream of students through. “You get in my tapping certain squares in a pattern,” you say as you pass. “We’ll find it out from someone before tomorrow. And I want to take you around.”

As you enter the Horned Serpent common room, you turn to Draco to see his reaction. The Horned Serpent dorms are located in one of the five big turrets of the castle, meaning the construction leads vertically rather than horizontally. The common room is a the bottom, a large circular room with chairs, couches, and three fireplaces on the walls. Piles of books are all over the floor, separating clusters of chairs near the fires or windows, so people can study or talk in groups. Your favorite part of the common room though is the ceiling– perhaps hundreds of chandeliers, ranging from the largest one in the center to tiny ones the size of cups cover the room in a soft glow. On opposite sides of the room are entrances to the different dormitories, and you drag Draco over to the left one.

“This is to the girl’s rooms, I want you to meet my cats!”

“Can I go in there?” Draco says, unsure.

“Duh.” You roll your eyes. “I wouldn’t be taking you if I couldn’t”

You lead the way up a spiral staircase. You stop on the second landing, which is semicircular, and lead Draco to the second door.

“Hey.” You poke your head inside. Grace is already laying on her bed, reading, while Stella is at her desk struggling to open an ink bottle.

“Hey,” Stella and Grace answer in unison. “Did you bring him?” Grace asks, marking her place and closing her book.

You nod. You step into the room and pull Draco in behind you. “These are my friends, Stella and Grace.”

Draco looks back and forth between the three of you for a moment. “Are you guys… sure you aren’t related?”

Grace laughs and you sigh. “People get us mixed up all the time. Our hair looks the same from the back. But other than that we all look different, I’d say.” Your first year at Ilvermorny had been a tough one for teachers. Stella and Grace being your roommates, they were also your first friends, so you all had to endure lots of “Grace! No, er- Y/N!” “Actually, I’m Stella,” in any class and around the hallways. As you’d gotten older and the three of you had changed around your haircuts, it had gotten easier.

“Congratulations on Horned Serpent, Draco,” Grace says as Stella continues to struggle with her ink bottle. “It’s lucky you got to pick. So did Y/N.”

“Yes, she’s told me about it. And you all, too. Er, do you want a hand with that?” Draco asks as Stella slams the ink back onto the desk in defeat.

“Please.” Stella grabs the bottle and silently offers to toss it. Draco nods and catches it deftly with one hand, cracks it open in one go, and throws it back to a bewildered Stella.

“Show off,” you mutter, bending down to look under your bed.

“Hot,” Grace corrects. “You picked a better one this time, Y/N.”

You choose to ignore this comment. From under your bed, you pull a fat grey cat. “Draco, this is Benedict, one of my cats.” With Benedict’s massive body balanced against your chest, you reach onto your bed and scoop up a much smaller black cat with huge green eyes with your other hand. “And this is Sophie.” Now that you’ve woken the cats up, their voices start to filter into your head.

‘Who’s this?’ Sophie questions, sniffing the air.

‘Mom, I don’t like it, he smells different!’ Benny starts to squirm in your arms.

“Settle down,” you say, clutching Benny tighter to you. “And be nice! This is Draco, I’ve told you about him.”

“Ahem, your cats?” Grace interrupts. “They’re my kids too now, I looked after them for you while you were gone.”

“Fine, our cats.” You hold Sophie out to Draco. “Here, she wants to see you.”

Draco takes Sophie from you with some hesitation. You wrangle Benny in more securely now that you have both hands. ‘Oh, he’s warm!’ Sophie closes her eyes and starts to purr. ‘I see why you chose this one.’

‘Mom NO! Sophie don’t, he seems strange! Don’t trust him!’

“Don’t be rude!” You scold. Benny continues to writhe in your arms so you put him down, and he runs over and jumps onto Grace’s bed.

“Hah!” She says triumphantly.

“He’ll come around,” you assure Draco. “But for now Sophie really seems to like you, she’s always been the friendlier one.”

‘More like reckless!’ Benny meows allowed, but only you understand what it means.

“Be nicer to your sister!” You say to him. He sulks back and hides behind Grace.

“What are they saying?” Draco asks, intrigued. He scratches Sophie under her chin and she purrs even more.

“Benny says you smell and Sophie says you’re warm and I made a good choice.”

Draco laughs, which disturbs Sophie a bit. ‘Ah, he can be loud though! I’m too hot now. I want to keep napping.’ She leaps from Draco’s arms and back onto her little hollow in your blankets.

“It seems like they’re done. Let’s go on a castle tour.” You move around Draco to go back out the door. Stella and Grace chorus goodbye as you whisk Draco out again.

As you re-enter the common room, Draco stops you. “Can I find my room first? I want us to be able to take our time and I want to know where I’m going when we get back.”

“Oh, yeah, of course. My bad.” You start to blush with embarrassment that you’d forgotten. “Want me to go up there with you?”

“I think I can manage.” He gives you that stupid crooked smile and you immediately realize you’ve been a little clingy.

“I’ll wait down here for you when you’re ready,” you say as Draco disappears up the stairs. You settle into one of the chairs to wait, swinging your feet over the side. Several more of your House mates pass, including Alice, who gives you the pattern for the door. After what feels like an eternity, Draco reemerges from the boys dormitories looking pleased.

You close the book you’d pulled out to pass the time. “Are you with anyone you know?”

Draco shook his head. “No. You know Gao and Will very well?”

“Which Will?” You chuckle as you get up. “There’s at least 5. And Gao’s real name is Will too, by the way. We just all call him Gao.”

“Brilliant,” Draco sighs. “Also no. He’s got brown hair and green eyes if that helps.”

“Nope, two of them look like that.”

“I give up.”

“I’ll find out tomorrow and give you my opinion.”

You lead the way out of the common room and into the halls. “Where do you wanna go first?”

“I don’t care.” Draco takes up your hand. “Your favorite spots.”

So you take Draco around the castle. Ilvermorny is massive, and you show him little shortcuts along the way when you can. You take him to the halls where all the seventh year classes are located, and down to the hallway where Ms. Bell’s new history classes are taking place and halfway convince Draco to sign up with you. As you go through the halls, you greet all the statues you’ve come to know over the years. Ilvermony’s corridors are filled with enchanted sculpture, some small, some lifesize, and others so massive they require their own small rounded spaces and are situated in the middle of hallways. You take him to see your favorite, called Lady Lightfoot, whom everyone affectionately calls Lucy.

You pull Draco into her rounded hallway room, one side of which has huge windows that look out onto the East Lawn of Ilvermorny. Linda has long locks of flowing hair and is sculpted in a sheer dress. She’s in her true sculpted position, resting against a rock, when you enter.

“Hi, Lucy!” Your words echo in the empty room.

Lucy turns away from gazing out the window at the sound of your voice. “Y/n! What a lovely surprise, I should expect one of my favorite students to come and visit on the first night! And after such a long time, too.” The two of you walk to stand in front of her, and Lucy’s pale marble face beams down at you. Her stone locks fall about her face as though they were as soft as real hair. “Who’s this?”

“Lucy, this is my boyfriend, Draco. He’s from Hogwarts.”

Lucy gasps so loudly both you and Draco jump. “Boyfriend! My, you leave me for a year and come back with an English beau? And he’s handsome too!” She leans down to get a better look.

You laugh, and start to blush again. “I’m just showing him around.”

“How lovely,” she sighs, clasping her hands together. “I’m so glad you’ve opened your heart up again, Y/n.”

You draw in a short breath. This was not a subject you wanted to broach tonight, and take this as a cue to get out before Lucy spills anything else about your embarrassing lower year self. And why did everyone keep bringing it up?

“We’ve still got lots to see, but we’ll be by tomorrow. Bye!” You drag Draco to the exit and keep going down the hall. “Okay, I’ve saved the best for last. Come this way.”

At the end of the hall, you find a wooden door to the left of another big window. You tug on the door–it’s always a bit sticky– while Draco gazes out across the lawn.

“The Quidditch pitch here is huge,” he says, sounding impressed. “Much bigger than Hogwarts’.”

“Oh, yeah definitely,” you grunt, giving the door one last hard pull and it finally comes open. “That’s what we’re going to look at, but the view is better from up here.” You usher for Draco to follow you into the door.

It leads to a short set of stairs which have a trapdoor at the top. Draco closes the door at the bottom at your instruction, and you light your wand to see in the darkness. The trapdoor is easier to open, and you climb up and out.

You come out on a small landing, a circular balcony with a roof just big enough for four people to sit or stand. Draco emerges from the trapdoor and you firmly shut it behind him. “So this is what those tiny little turrets are,” Draco says.

“Yep, there’s little places like this all over the castle.” You use your wand to blow a few leaves and dust off the floor of the balcony. “Some are permanently closed, but others you can get to. This is the one my friends and I use. Mostly people use it for smoking, but I like the view.”

You join Draco in leaning against the railing. “You can see the pitch, and that building is the creatures barn, where all the magical animals live.”

You watch the sunset over the trees for a few moments before you feel Draco staring at you. “What?” You say, looking over.

Draco pushes off the railing and leans back against one of the pillars holding up the roof. “I don’t know what you’re waiting for.”

“I’m the one waiting?” You put a hand to your chest in disbelief. “I brought you up here.”

Draco opens his arms up. “Come on.”

“No.” You smirk.

Draco’s mouth drops open. “Stop being difficult, Y/n!” He pretends to sound aghast.

“I’ve never been difficult in my life,” you say airily, turning back to look out across the trees. Draco comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso and resting his chin on top of your head. Your heart flutters in your chest with excitement. Draco reaches a hand up to brush your hair away from the side of your face, and you feel his breath on your ear when he dips his head down. There’s nothing you can do to stop the involuntary curl of your toes when he presses his mouth to the sensitive part of your neck, and your resolve is immediately broken.

You twist around in his arms, and your noses brush together as your lips meet in a much anticipated kiss. An entire summer of waiting comes to the surface immediately, and you’re pulling each other close with an almost desperate need. You hadn’t forgotten how well you fit together and the wonderful ways Draco could touch you that made you dizzy with desire, but it was nice to have a refresher.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” you say unevenly between kisses.

“Me too,” he responds, just as breathless.

After several long minutes of heated kissing, you end sitting on the floor in Draco’s lap, his fingers tracing patterns along the sides of your thighs while you catch your breath.

“I know how much you like Ms. Bell, but Merlin if I wasn’t angry I couldn’t kiss you like that when I first caught sight of you.”

You let out a soft laugh, and press a kiss to his forehead. “So tell me, I want to know the story of how you ‘go here now’.”

He lets out a sigh and looks off to the side, fingers still trailing across your legs absentmindedly. “I was so tired of Hogwarts. My father always wanted to send me to another European wizarding school, but mum wanted me closer to home. I told them about how all the Exchange students from America took much more useful and interesting classes and how schooling abroad looks impressive, and after a few weeks I had them convinced. Mother was annoyed I didn’t just apply for Exchange last year, but this way I won’t get behind in classes like everyone, because I’ll graduate with you all here.

Obviously I chose Ilvermorny because you’re here. But if you’re worried about this being some grand romantic gesture I was expecting you to return, that’s not it.”

You nod, taking in everything he’s said. You brush a finger down the line of his neck to his partially unbuttoned shirt collar. “I did wonder about that. But those are good reasons. Ilvermorny is superior, anyway,” you smirk.

“Good,” he says, running his entire hand over your leg now. “I thought you might be mad that I came without telling you, but I wanted it to be a surprise. I know you do like a little romantic gesture.”

“Thanks. I really think you’ll like it here, too. I meant it when I said I’m glad you’re– hey, stop that! I’m trying to talk!”

Draco’s slid both his hands under you skirt, making you gasp. You grab his wrists and put his hands back near your knees while he laughs.

“You know, it won’t be as convenient as it was at Hogwarts. We both have roommates now, it won’t be like when we could have your Prefect’s room all to ourselves all the time,” you say.

“Yes I know, which is why I’m trying to get a head start.” He grabs one of your hands, brushing his fingers across your open palm.

Suddenly you feel a bit shy. “I hope you don’t regret transferring. It’s a lot different here than Hogwarts, and my friends can sometimes be a lot sometimes.”

“So I’ve gathered from Alex and Grace.” Draco flips your hand over and your fingers intertwine together. “I’m sure it will be fine, darling. I’ll make my own friends too, some of yours are bound to be obnoxious.”

That makes you laugh again. “I’m sure, especially since Ginny will be hanging around.”

Draco seemed to have genuinely forgotten this because he leans his head back against the railing and makes a face. “God, I forgot about her.”

“Come on, Ginny isn’t that bad! She’s less annoying than Ron.”

“They’re all annoying,” he scowls.

“Now who’s being difficult?”

He reaches out and pinches your sides, making you squeal. “No tickling! Or no kisses!” You warn.

“How about I get both?” He wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his chest, kissing you repeatedly on your cheek while he digs his fingers into your sides again.

“Nooooo!” You cry, wiggling around like your cat had earlier. You sucessfully pin one of his arms against the railings and grab his other wrist, your free hand groping at your side for your wand. He’s strong, though, and twists his arm around in your grasp to keep you from reaching it.

You wrestle for a minute, which unfortunately ends with you against the ground under Draco’s iron grip. The two of you never fully grew out of the fighting phase of your relationship.

“At least you can’t tickle me now,” you pant, blowing a wisp of hair out of your face.

Draco eyes are flirting all across your face and down your neck, just like when he saw you when he first arrived. Except it’s different now that you’re alone and pinned beneath him.

“Let me go,” you say, narrowing your eyes.

Draco stays silent and loosens his grip experimentally. You slip your arms out from his hold and instead rest them across his back, inviting him to come closer again.

You might not have Draco’s single bedroom this year, but you suppose the balcony isn’t too bad either.

#draco x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco imagine #draco malfoy x you #hp imagine #the ilvermonrny exchange

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unconsciouscelestial · 4 years

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Bone-afide Buddy

for @smitemight Sorry this took so long! Things have been busy. I really hope you like it~ What a week you had been having. Work had been absolutely horrible, and you were reminded that it was thanksgiving- which you felt obligated to go to. To make matters even worse, the date you were going to bring broke it off two days ago. You just knew that if you didn’t have a date, your step-cousin Sarah was going to spend the whole night bragging about her relationship and purposefully making your lack of a partner topic of discussion. You couldn’t stand her fakeness most days but she was always particularly awful at family gatherings.

So now you found yourself posting a profile on a dating app with the clear instructions you were only looking to make friends for a family event. It didn’t take long before you got a private message.

[Stretch: hey. sounds like you could use a bone-afide buddy]

Was that a skeleton pun? Why would he...? You checked his profile and almost fell out of your chair laughing. He was a skeleton! It was definitely a pun. Even better! Sarah vehemently hated puns. You skimmed over his profile, already pretty sure he would be perfect. Apparently he had brother he was super proud of, and he looked fairly laid back. You messaged him back no hesitation in your mind at this point.

[you: Tibia honest, I really could. Are you really willing to pretend to be my date?]

[Stretch: well when you think about it, its still a date, just platonic. no one needs to know that though. do you wanna hang out first sometime before thanksgiving so its less awkward and we're past first meeting? make it less obvious?]

[you: oh hey yeah that's a great idea actually! Do you have anything in mind?]

[Stretch: there is a sweet cafe that I frequent, its pretty relaxed and I think youd like it]

[you: sure! How about you text me the details and we will go from there? Xxx-xxxx]

The two of you spent the rest of the day texting back and forth asking each other questions and setting up plans to hang out. Thanksgiving was coming up soon, so getting together had to be sooner. The two of you arranged a day and time and you went to bed satisfied with how things were turning out.

Later that week the two of you met up at a place called Muffet's. It was a lovely cafe, run by an attractive spider monster and little monster spiderlings. You spotted Stretch at the sitting counter chatting away to whom you presumed was Muffet. You thought you were early, only to discover that Stretch had already been there for over an hour already. After a somewhat shy greeting, you ordered your fave drink and snack and the two of you sat down at a little two person table by some bookshelves and a few potted plants. The plants had a few cobwebs but it was nice and cozy. You went over the situation again, making sure that he knew he had the opportunity to back out at any time. He just chuckled, “hey its all good. we've all bean there, and I don't mind helping out a new friend”

You covered your mouth in an attempt to hide your laughing. “Did you just??” Stretch just nodded and winked, popping a sucker in his mouth. Once you had composed yourself, the two of you chatted about your family and little details. Once everything was settled you moved on to asking questions about each other. Stretch told you proudly about his brother, and a little about what it had been like on the surface for them. Before you knew it, the streetlights were flickering and you decided it was best to call it a night. You could always continue texting. The two of you parted ways, and as you watched him walk away down the side walk you grinned wide and called out.

“Hey, Stretch?” He turned his head to acknowledge you.

“Thanks a latte, it really means a lot,” you smiled. He chuckled deep, you blinked and he was gone.

The two of you spent the rest of the week texting back and forth, and playing video games together on your fave console. Thanksgiving came quicker than you had anticipated but you woke that day mostly excited. On the radio ‘I do Adore’ was playing and you got ready with a bounce in your step. Stretch was fun to hang out with, and you kinda missed him? You cleaned up and upon checking the weather, (it was actually going to be a warmish and sunny day today) decided on bright pink shorts, a green tank top and for good measure you threw on your big light yellow sweater. After grabbing something to eat for breakfast you gathered all your things, (keys, phone, wallet, check!) you put on your light purple sneakers and headed out the door. You figured you would wait on your front steps for Stretch to arrive. It was a nice enough day. He pulled up in a honey gold two door sedan and popped open the passenger door from inside. As you got in, you noticed in the back seat were a few bags with snacks and a large couple bottles of honey. You eyed him questioningly and he chuckled lightly.

“Figured it was a bit of a drive, just in case you got munchy before we got there. Didnt know if you had time for breakfast or not,”

You mentally squealed, that was super thoughtful, even though you had already eaten. You told him as much and he just nodded, turning on the radio. You didn't object, but you kinda grinned when you noticed the orangish hue that had gathered just on his nasal ridge. Apparently he had put on a playlist since Final Girl by Graveyardguy came on, and that was definitely not top 40. You turned it up, and he looked over at you inquisitively.

“Its one of my favourites right now,” you shrugged. You were glad that you had already sent him directions, sometimes trying to guide someone by memory was a pain in the ass. The two of you enjoyed the rest of the ride there, it wasnt too long of a drive. When you arrived, you jumped out of the car eager to stretch your limbs a bit. You waited by the front steps for Stretch, as he parked and locked the car. As you were waiting Sarah threw open the door.

“Ohhhhh y/n! You're here! Isnt that lovely,” she drawled out, pulling you into a very obvious fake hug. You stiffened like a board but let her do it anyway, awkwardly patting her on the back. “Yep. Im here. Yaaaay.” you retorted with a hint of sarcasm.

“Oh! But where is that guy you were seeing? Grams said you were bringing him?” she smiled mischievously, looking around you pointedly. You coughed, and pulled yourself out of her grasp.

“Yes, well you see-” you started, when Stretch's voice called out like a beacon.

“He bailed on our girl quite some time ago, so I'm the date.” He stated, pointing to a pin of a date on his sweater. When you noticed what it was you covered your mouth to hide the fact you felt like cackling. He putting his hand out to shake Sarah’s and she recoiled with a fake smile.

“Ohhh yesss. Well I see. I think I hear my fiancé calling, but please the two of you come inside.” she backed up and practically ran inside. You had to stifle a laugh. You muttered a thanks, and he whispered no problem. As soon as you stepped inside you were practically bombarded by children. A few were pulling you into the living room, some wanted you to come out back. Stretch kneeled down and beckoned them close, whispering something. They all ran off screaming and laughing into the yard, giving you some space and time to breathe.

“What on earth did you say to them?” you asked while clutching your sides laughing. He grinned in response.

“That’s for me to know, and for you to find out,”

you smirked and let it be for now. You looked around, it was a pretty full house. Your parents, aunts uncles cousins, a couple sets of great uncles and Aunts, and your grandparents too. It seemed whatever Stretch had said, had all the young kids outside in the yard. Some of the older teens were downstairs on their devices and playing video games probably. Your thoughts were interrupted by your Gram calling you, and Stretch took your hand and let you lead him over. He introduced himself quite suavely and your grandparents were clearly satisfied. The two of you sat near, and chatted a while. Sarah came in to the sitting room practically dragging her fiancé behind her, and almost shoved him in your face.

“Here Y/n! This is Greg, my fiancé. He is a lawyer, isn’t he just wonderful?” She gushed. The poor guy looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

“Nice to meet you,” you nodded, and he gratefully slid away into a corner beside Sarah's father.

“So. When did you start dating Mr. skeleton?” Sarah asked, plopping herself down beside you. You shifted over a little, but smiled sweetly.

“A couple weeks now, since what’s-his-face dumped me.” You figured most of the truth was a good idea. Stretch just nodded beside you. Sarah just smiled painfully and left you alone, she was clearly not going to get a rise out of you tonight.

Your aunt called everyone to the tables for supper, and Stretch led you to the youth table and sat down beside you. You blushed, he had remembered what you told him about thanksgivings past. After everyone at the adult table had said their stories, desert was served. The kids were nonstop telling you and Stretch their stories, and once or twice you caught him looking your way adoringly. It wasn't unpleasant, and actually felt quite natural. Like he just fit. After the meal was done, you let the kids drag you out both outside. You watched them play a few games for a while, leaning into Stretch sleepily. He just leaned back a little and let you doze off on his shoulder. When you awoke, you were laying on your front porch furniture with a note next to you. It read:

hey y/n, you had dozed off hard, so I just took a shortcut to get you home, everyone understood. Thanks for inviting me, I actually had lots of fun. cant wait to hang out again

-stretch

You went inside with the biggest smile on your face, and butterflies in your stomach.

#us!papyrus #stretch #undertale au #fanfiction one shot #reader insert #fluff #friends to maybe more trope

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jacksonswangsauce · 5 years

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I’ve missed you(m)

Requested

Jimin x Y/N

Genre: Smut with slight fluff

You haven’t seen Jimin all week and you miss him, you need him, you crave him...

It’s been a lonely day.

You hadn’t seen your boyfriend Jimin all week as he had been working overtime.

You had done pretty well with keeping busy at work and doing chores at home.

But today, you couldn’t take your mind off Jimin no matter how hard you tried! You kept picturing his pouty lips, toned body and muscular thighs.

It had been too long since you guys had sex and you were about to go crazy.

So you decided to take a relaxing bubble bath and give Jimin a call.

He answers after a few rings.

"Hey baby!" He exclaims.

"Jimin what are you doing right now?" You ask in a husky voice.

"Umm I’m on break..why?" He hums into the reciever.

Jimin lied, he’s actually off from work and is on his way to your house to surprise you!

He smiles excitedly to himself. She’s gonna be so happy!

"I miss you..." You almost whisper, reaching down to finger yourself.

He notices your change in breathing. "Y/N are you... touching yourself?" He asks.

You can hear the amusement behind his voice.

"Uhhhh Jimin..!" You let out a moan and he chuckles.

"Let me help you princess.." He lowers his voice and you shudder.

"Yes...tell me what to do." You groan, sitting up in the tub.

"What are you wearing babe? Are you naked?" He asks.

"Yeah I’m naked..and I’m in the tub." You answer, anticipating his commands.

Jimin grips the steering wheel, dirty thoughts dancing around his head as he imagines what you look like right now.

"Okay sexy, put me on speaker phone, you’re gonna’ need both hands." He says, smoothly.

You carefully place your phone on the edge of the tub and put Jimin on speaker.

"Okay, you’re on speaker!" You exclaim, ready for him.

"Grab your left breast and gently pinch your nipple..imagine it’s my hand baby..." He says, voice dripping with honey.

Using your left hand, you knead your breast just like Jimin would. "Oh Jimin..." You sigh.

With your eyes closed, you picture it’s him touching you, feeling you, holding you.

Jimin feels himself growing hard when you moan his name.

"Now, I want you to take your right index finger and put it inside you..slowly princess...slowly." His member is about to bust out of his pants, so he unzips his jeans to let it out.

"Jimin..uhh please..." You whine, wanting more.

He puts his phone on the car speaker and shoves his hand down his underwear.

"Ohhh baby...oh yeah. Add another finger for me, pump a little faster this time." He groans, wrapping his hand around his pulsing dick while trying to concentrate on the road.

"Jimin..a-are you touching yourself too?" You ask, panting.

"Oh f**k!" He swerves out of the lane a little and gets honked at.

"What was that?" You ask, still thinking he’s at work.

"What? I don’t know what you’re talking about..." He says, turning onto your street.

"Okay...never mind, I must’ve been hearing things." You say, taking your fingers out.

Jimin can hear the water in the tub moving.

"Y/N..you didn’t take your fingers out..did you?" He says. "Put them back if you did..we’re not done!" He commands, thrusting into his hand and grunting.

"Okay babe..what do you want me to do?" You ask, leaning back.

"Rub your clit for me, nice and hard. Just like how I would do it..." He pulls into your driveway and turns off his car.

"With your other hand, add three fingers into your entrance and pump!" He says, zipping up his pants and getting out of the car as quietly as possible.

He enters the house and follows your voice to the bathroom, tip toeing carefully.

He really wants to surprise you and make your day!

"Uhhhhh Jimin, I’m so close!" You moan, voice echoing in the bathroom.

Jimin stifles a laugh, he can hardly contain his excitement as he walks up to the bathroom door.

"Go ahead baby..cum for me..." He says, watching as you come undone. Your eyes are closed as you let out a moan.

He walks into the bathroom and hangs up his phone just as you open your eyes. They land on Jimin and you immediately grin from ear to ear.

"Jimin!" You exclaim, blushing with delight.

"Baby!" He smiles, bending down to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

He stands back up to strip off his clothes, sexily biting his lip as he looks at you.

Your mouth begins to water at the sight of his naked body. His lucious thighs, gleaming abs and gorgeous love muscle...

He joins you in the warm, bubbly water and you spread out your arms.

"I missed you!" You pout, as he wraps his arms around you in a hug.

"I missed you too Y/N!" He says before cupping your face and giving you a kiss.

You melt against his mouth and let out a moan as he adds his tongue.

"Jimin..." You sigh, as he nips and pulls on your bottom lip.

He smiles against your lips, loving when you say his name.

"Y/N...it’s been too long baby." He sighs, grabbing your breast and kneading it tenderly, still kissing you with passion and desire.

His erection keeps brushing the inside of your thigh and you can’t help but throb at the thought of him inside of you.

"Baby..I’m so hard..." He groans in your ear and starts grinding his member on your heat.

"Jimin, just f**k me already..." You say, kissing his parted lips.

"You want me baby? You miss my cock?" He teases you, circling his tip around your entrance.

"I miss all of you Jimin!" You giggle and kiss his chest and lick his abs.

"Y/N..spread your legs for me, I’m gonna f**k you so good!" He grunts, grinning naughtily as you spread your legs.

He pulls you closer and angles himself at your entrance before sliding in.

"Ohhh Y/N..so tight!" He moans, slowly pumping to savor the moment.

The water in the tub just barley swishing with his slow and gentle pumps.

You wrap your arms around his neck and clench around his length as he fills you up.

"Jimin... Ohhhh f**k!" You moan, as he begins to quicken his pace; wrapping his arms around your waist.

He loves the feeling of your breasts against his chest and feeling your body rub against his.

"Y/N uhhh you feel so good! Oh god-" He whimpers as you start bouncing on him, causing the water around you to splash around.

"Ohhhh Y/N!" He digs his nails in your back, thrusting harder and faster.

Your moans are echoing throughout the bathroom in a sweet symphony of pleasure.

"Jimin..ohhh I’m close!" You cry, breathing heavily.

"Hold on baby-" Jimin takes your calves and lifts them over the edges of the tub, for even deeper access!

"We’re gonna cum together!" He grunts, shoving himself in all the way, balls deep and starts f**king the daylights out of you!

"Ah-ah...Jimiiiin!" You throw your head back in pure bliss, he’s hitting your sweet spot over and over.

"F**k Y/N..uhhh..you look s-so gorgeous-sss!" His cheeks are flushed and his expression is dazed and totally f**ked out as he nears his climax.

"Ohhhh baby...I’m gonna cum!" He yells, panting as his thrusts become more sloppy.

"Me too Jimi-i-in...Oh f- ohhhh f**k!" You start to orgasm and he quickens his thrusting to finish with you.

"Y/N...OH Y/N!!! I’m-" He can’t even finish his sentence as he lets out his load and orgasms with you.

He milks out the release and looks at you with a lazy grin.

"I love you so much!" He says, out of breath and still lightly pumping.

"I love you too Jimin!" You smile, dazily.

Still inside of you, he feels himself getting hard yet again!

You giggle. "Are you getting hard already?"

He blushes and bites his lip. "I can’t help it Y/N! You’re just so sexy!" He grins, taking your legs down and pulling you into him.

He kisses your lips and rubs his hands along your back.

"Wanna’ f**k in your bed this time?" He asks, sexily smirking at you.

"Yes! Lets do it." You exclaim, reaching out to drain the tub.

Jimin stands up and hands you a towel and you guys dry off before heading upstairs to your bedroom.

Once there, you let down your hair and smile sexily at Jimin.

He grins and watches as you slowly let your towel fall off of you, your thick hair framing your beautiful face.

"F**k babe, I’m so hard now!" He drops his towel, races towards you and picks you up. Carrying you to the bed, giggling, he falls on top of you and kisses your neck.

He trails his lips down your chest, licking and biting on your soft breasts. You moan as his lips graze over your tender skin while his fingers find way to your folds.

Your juices immediately pour onto his hand, his gentle touch making your body twitch with anticipation.

He explores your walls and makes the come here motion. You throw your head back and dig your hands into the sheets.

"Jimiiiiin!" You moan out.

"Damn baby!" He exclaims, sitting up and taking his fingers out.

"It’s like Niagra Falls down there.." He smirks, locking eyes with you as he takes his fingers in his mouth. He sucks and licks your juices off and grins.

"F**k Jimin..." You sigh, as he climbs on top of you, kissing your parted lips and shoving his hot tongue in your mouth.

His eyes are dark and hungry as he pulls away.

He places your right leg over his shoulder and slowly begins to thrust into your, very wet, entrance.

"Ohhh god, you feel amazing!" He moans, throwing his head back and pumping rougher against your walls. Loving the feel of your slippery juices coating his dick.

"Jimin! Ohhh f**k right there..." You exclaim in ecstasy as his thrusting gradually becomes faster. He raises your left leg on his shoulder and pumps deeper into you.

"You like that babygirl?!" He grins, kissing your lips.

"Yes Jimin...OHHH F**K!" You yell, as he pumps his dick with all his strength and thrusts his hips as fast as he possibly can!

The mattress is squeaking while the bed frame keeps thudding against the wall with his pace.

You dig your nails into his back and he lets out a long moan, feeling himself nearing his release.

"Y/NNN!" He yells. "Y/N...Ohh-Y/N!" His breathing quickens and he’s panting your name, over and over.

His eyes are scrunched shut in pure bliss.

"Y/N ohhhhh... sh-SHIT-" He lets out a glorious moan as his cum shoots into you.

You can feel him twitching and shuddering against you.

"C’mon Y/N! Cum for me..cum for Jimin!" He grunts, gripping your thighs and trying to help you cum.

You’re so close! One more thrust and...

"Jimin...uhhhhh!" You finally orgasm and he kisses you all over, helping you ride it out.

He collapses next to you and immediately wraps his body around you. Not wanting to break contact for even a minute.

"I’ve missed you soooo much Y/N!" He smiles, dripping in sweat and looking sexy.

He loves how flushed your cheeks are and your dazed expression as you kiss his swollen lips.

"That was so good!" You sigh against his mouth.

"god I love you Jimin!" You grin, pulling away.

"Y/N..I have a confession..." He smiles excitedly, playing with your hair.

"What is it?” You ask, rubbing his smooth chest.

"Well, you know how I’ve been working overtime this past week?" He says, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

"Yes! I missed you every second.." You pout and kiss his chin.

He chuckles and continues.

"I wanted the extra money so I could take us on a trip to Thailand!!!!" He exclaims, grinning from ear to ear.

Your face lights up and you squeal. "Really?! Oh my gosh I’ve always wanted to go there!!! Are you serious Jimin?!!" You exclaim, sitting up.

He sits up as well. "Yes! Baby we need a vacation, just the two of us and I know how much you’ve wanted to go there...so why not?!" He grins, squeezing your hands in his.

"Thailand?!! Oh my god Jimin!!!" You smile and wrap your arms around him.

"I’m so sorry I haven’t been around this week. I really missed you baby..." He sighs against your hair and strokes your back.

"It’s okay, we can make up for that lost time..." You smirk and give him a peck on the lips.

He smirks and pulls you under the covers with him, both of you giggling with happiness.

"I love you sooooo much Y/N!" He cooes, rubbing his cheek against yours as he hugs you tight.

"I love you too! Wait-are you..?" You ask, looking up at his face.

Jimin blushes and hides his face in his hands. "I’m sorry...it’s just you keep turning me on-"

You can’t help but laugh at how cute and sexy Jimin is right now.

"Well..let me help you then..." You smirk, keeping your eyes on his as you slowly take his length in your hands go down on him. And you give him the most incredible, soul sucking blowjob he’s ever experienced!

You had him screaming your name, praising the hell out of you and your gorgeous mouth for the insatiable pleasure you were causing him.

He was seeing stars by the time he came, hard, into your mouth.

Needless to say, you and Jimin spend the rest of the night having the most passionate, bed rocking sex you’ve ever had and make up for all the time you didn’t see each other. Taking breaks in between to catch up on each other’s lives and just love on each other.

When you were both worn out by 4am, you and Jimin cuddled up under the covers. Wrapped in each other’s arms, you guys fell asleep and dreamed about all the fun you would have together in Thailand.

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