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a guttural moan bubbles from ethan’s throat as his head tilts back. his rough hands grip your hair, creating makeshift pigtails as he slams your face into his pelvis, leaking cock repeatedly finding a home in your throat. your eyes dribble tears as your mouth dribbles bubbly drool, the sticky stands coating his cock and dripping onto the floor as he tugs you closer, pubic hair tickling your nose as you try to breathe through it.

you shift on your knees, the wood flooring surely causing bruising and imprints. your nails find his thighs, pushing into the muscle as his hips thrust to meet your face, the pacing brutal now with two moving pieces. you gag, trying to relax your constricting throat like your stepbrother had taught you.

ethan releases your hair and you're quick to pull back, attempting to slow your rough and ragged breathing. your throat burns and you reach to touch it, your hot flesh meets your hand as you wrap your hands around it. you look up at your stepbrother, searching for approval and signs that he was being satisfied by you.

he leans over, light pants fanning your face as he begins to smile, "y'okay?" you shakily nod, closing your mouth to breathe through your nose. his thumb finds your lips, hovering over the expanse before swiping at the corner, collecting the spit that laid there. his finger glide over your mouth again, smearing the cooling substance over your burning lips.

ethan's face approaches yours, nose nudging your runny one before he places a slow kiss to you sticky lips. "ready?"

you revel in the closeness, holding off on giving him an answer in hopes of having his face this close to yours for another second. he gives you a peck, "hm?"

you nod, licking the perimeter of your mouth as he pulls away, searching for any remnants of the taste of his lips. your stepbrother guides his aching cock towards your tongue, sighing contently as you took him in your mouth, suckling gently at his head.

you can sense his impatience, taking him deeper with each bob of your head. his hands caress your cheek as he stares down at you, holding eye contact as his fingers tangle themselves in your hair.

“such a good sis,” he pants, nestling himself deep in your throat as he finds his pace again. “i’ll ask her out soon, i promise, okay? until then, you’ll still help me, won’t you?”

Dating Nanami Kento

Minors DNI

Word count: 500 ish

Tags: smut, fem reader, masturbation, oral (m receiving)

Nanami Kento has a decently high sex drive, you just wouldn't know it for a long time because he's such a gentleman about it. He won't kiss you on the first date, except for a peck on the cheek. Even when the kisses start to get heated one night a few dates in, he still won't touch you anywhere intimate, definitely no groping. He won't mention anything about you two sleeping together since he's waiting for you to bring it up when you're ready.

Of course that doesn't mean he's not sporting a raging hard-on from you wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your breasts up against his chest when you kiss him, because he definitely is. And it also doesn't mean he's not fisting his cock to the thought of you as soon as he gets home from your date, needing to let all that built-up tension out (although not before he sends you a quick text that he got home safe and had a great time with you ❤️).

He's never asked you to send nudes, he wouldn't want you to think he only wants you for your body, but that doesn't mean he's not jerking his almost painfully hard cock to one of the selfies you sent him that he thinks you look especially beautiful in. His hand is a blur over his thick girth as he pumps a fat load of cum onto a paper towel with a low groan of your name while he looks into your eyes on his phone screen. He looks incredible when he cums too -leaned over slightly, his blonde hair falling forward, his face flushing and his mouth hanging open, the hard muscles of his stomach clenching and flexing as his orgasm peaks and his cock pulses with the force of all that hot, thick semen shooting through it.

He'd be ashamed to admit how often he cums to the sight of your face alone, or how one time his cum shot out a little farther than he thought it would and landed on his phone, covering your selfie in it, and now he secretly fantasizes about getting to cover your gorgeous face with his load in real life. You'd never be able to guess any of this from your new boyfriend's overly courteous behavior, but when you offer to go down on him a couple of weeks later, Kento's brain short circuits for several seconds before he manages to sputter out a "o-only if you want to, darling."

And he tries so hard to stay reserved, but the moment you wrap your lips around the swollen tip of his dick and your warm, wet mouth envelopes him, he's throwing his head back and hissing out a soft "fuck!" And when those beautiful eyes of yours look up at him while your mouth is stuffed full of his fat cock, he knows he's absolutely done for.

++ 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈/𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

[summary] sukuna wants to bone you and he makes it yuji’s problem.

[cws] fem reader. masturbation -> yuji. sukuna has vivid fantasies about reader v.v

Yuji thinks you’re a nice girl.

You’re funny, cute, sweet, and you’ve put him on his ass a few times during training and left him thoroughly impressed.

But he doesn’t like you … like, like you like you.

You’re cool to hang out with, play games with, train with, and sometimes he prefers you over Megumi when he’s thinking of getting up to some mischief—all in all, you’re a good friend, but that’s all he sees you as, a friend, and he’s sure you feel the same about him.

…

So why can’t he stop fisting his cock to thoughts of you? Because of that damned curse taking up residence inside of him — the dirty pervert.

Sukuna’s got a thing for you, a nasty thing that puts lewd images in Yuji’s mind and makes his hands and cock ache to touch you. And Yuji doesn’t want to think about these things, no! He doesn’t want to think about how you’d look on your knees, teary eyes looking up at him as your lips stretch wide around his cock. He doesn’t want to think about how you’d look knuckle deep in your pussy, back arched and toes pointed as you fucked yourself. He doesn’t want to think about how tight and warm and soft and perfect your cunt would feel wrapped around him, no, he doesn’t want to think about any of those things!

But that’s all Sukuna thinks about, everyday all day - Yuji gets no reprieve.

If he sees you in the morning, your usual smile on your face as you greet him with a ‘hey, itadori!’, an image of your smiling face is flashing through his mind, except this time there’s spurts of cum on your swollen lips and your tongue is lolling out, eagerly waiting for more.

If he happens to glance over at the wrong —right, Sukuna always snarks back— moment during training and see that Maki’s got you bent in a precarious position, suddenly all he can see is images of his cock slamming in and out of your cunt, puffy lips slick and your cum coating his base, coarse hairs there weighed down with his and yours essence.

It’s sick, perverted, and he can’t do a thing about it but what he’s doing right now in the privacy of his dorm; choking back moans as he fucks his fist to the thought of you, hips bucking up off the bed as Sukuna pushes forth an image of you sat atop him, doughy thighs bracketed around his hips, fingers splayed out on his chest as you meet his thrusts.

He swears he can feel it, feel you - feel the heat of your cunt wrapping around him, feel your slick coating his shaft and dripping down to his balls, feel your nails digging into his skin as your pussy flutters and you come—

“Fuck me.” Yuji doesn’t know if that came from him or Sukuna, and he doesn’t have time to think about it before another image is flashing, this one starring you with your face pushed down into the pillows, purple nails contrasting perfectly against your skin as he spreads your cheeks open to watch your cunt swallow up his cock.

Yuji groans as his thumb, big and calloused, roughly swipes over his leaking tip, hand tightening around his base as his heels dig into his mattress. There’s a pulling feeling at his cheek, and a fierce heat envelopes him as Sukuna’s deep drawl filters out in the room.

His words are rough, quick, breathy, and Yuji desperately wishes he’d shut the hell up because he doesn’t want to think about how ‘warm your pussy is’, or how it ‘probably squeezes real tight when you come’, or how your ‘tits bounce when you’re getting fucked’, or how you’ll probably ‘squeal, moan and cry like some bitch in heat when he plays with your little clit’—you’re his friend, and he yours, and it’s so fucking wrong to be thinking of you like this, and it’s all because of him.

The next and final image is a quick flash, no more than a second or two, and Yuji snaps his eyes shut as his teeth grind together, veins along the backs of his hand bulging as his cock twitches in his grip. Ah.

Your thighs are spread, gapped open and limp against the ruined sheets, while two of his fingers spread your lips open, a white gush of cum dripping out of your stretched hole and trailing down between your ass cheeks.

Yuji shudders, eyes slowly blinking open to see the mess he’s made on his stomach and chest, and he lets out a weak groan as he turns to bury his sweaty face into his pillow, already dreading the next onslaught of images that’re sure to bombard him soon.

illicit affairs (part two) — d. malfoy (draco's pov)

synopsis : Draco watched as Y/n slowly walked out of his life and wonders why their relationship is considered illicit.

warning/s : angst, fluff if you squint hard enough, profanity, written in first person, pureblood! reader (this isn't really important & would only be implied)

author's note : like promised, here is part two of illicit affairs 🥳 but i feel like i didn't write it properly 🥲 hopefully, you guys get the message i'm trying to get through!

<- part one | part three ->

leave the perfume on the shelf

that you picked out just for him

sixth year

"why is it that you no longer wear your signature perfume? I used to love it" that was probably a dumb and unnecessary question to ask

but can you blame me? I just need the slightest reasons and I would gladly start a conversation with her. as crazy as it sounds, I'd most definitely take every opportunity to talk to her.

she was silent for a moment, luckily it was only us sitting by the fire, "there's absolutely no reason for me to wear it but i'm glad you loved it"

i hate this. i hate the awkward silence between me and her, i hate that she's distancing herself from me and i hate that i am pretty much aware of it, i hate not being able to tell her how much i adore her, i hate not being true to myself, i hate—

"i'll go to my dorms now, it was nice talking to you" she didn't wait for my response and continued to walk to her dormitory, i hate when she's formal, it's as if we weren't friends.

so you leave no trace behind

like you don't even exist

"good morning!" I say, rather awkwardly than I hoped for it to

"hello, Draco" she smiled and walked past me

I watched her retreating figure like I always do now that she tries to cut every interaction short.

I hate it.

I hate it when she acts as if nothing ever happened between us. I hate that she no longer wears her perfume. I hate that she's slowly starting to slip past my finger tips.

I fucking hate it.

because she was leaving my life, slowly. so slow that I could see her disappear bit by bit. like, she was packing her things to move else where.

from her presence, to her perfume. it's as if she never even existed with how carefully everything connecting to her disappeared from my life.

take the words for what they are

a dwindling, mercurial high

"you look gorgeous" I whispered, hoping that it was loud enough for y/n to hear, hoping that she knew that it was directed at her, not Astoria.

I felt guilty for dancing with my soon-to-be wife and wishing it was y/n I'm holding.

soon enough, when Harry and Y/n stopped dancing, I excused myself.

"I'll go out for a moment" not waiting for Astoria's reply, I started walking away. I walked behind Y/n, grazing my hand against her waist in the process, hoping that she gets the message.

and that's how we ended up in the restricted section of the library, where we spent the next hour hugging and exchanging kisses and i love you's while looking through the different books in the shelves.

i love you, looking back, I started to wonder whether or not she took my words seriously.

"impossible! he can't...actually mean it!"

but according to the conversation I overheard, she took it as a dwindling, mercurial high.

a drug that only worked

"we're okay, we'll figure this out together, but let's not think of that for now" my kisses were denied when she pushed my head away and sat up.

"we all know we can't do anything about it" she argued and pushed me off, "listen, baby, we shouldn't restrict ourselves from loving who we want and I definitely won't spend my life married to someone I don't love, so believe me, I'll do something about it"

"but you two are set for marriage—"

"but I love you, not her" she stayed silent and I smiled, "so, do you trust me?"

"yeah, of course, I do"

the first few hundred times

"do you not trust me?!"

"NO! I FUCKING DON'T!"

and that's the thing about illicit affairs

and clandestine meetings and stolen stares

illicit? our relationship is nowhere near illicit.

it's not wrong to love someone, what's wrong is to pretend to love someone.

if it were Astoria I'm in a relationship with, that's illicit. but y/n? why would our relationship be illicit? because I'm bound to marry someone I don't want to marry?

"you okay, mate?" only then did I realize that I have been gripping my knife so tightly as I watched as she laughed with Saint Potter.

"we know you've been...feeling bad since she ended things with you but—"

"I just don't understand! why now? why—"

"why not now, Draco? did you think she'd want to wait 'til your wedding before breaking it off?"

"there will be no wedding!"

"oh I wouldn't be so sure if I were you" Daphne says, "my mum wrote to me this morning and mentioned that they might start planning yours and Astoria's wedding, if I were you, I'd start getting into action"

I spent the rest of supper thinking and secretly staring at y/n, who seemed to be doing the same.

they show their truth one single time

"i love you"

but they lie, and they lie, and they lie

"do you love me, still?" I say, not too bothered by the students who I knew were eavesdropping in our conversation

"as a friend, yeah"

we both know she's lying. and I know she's aware of the fact that I know she's lying.

a million little times

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Hii can I request a Draco x female reader in where Draco is crushing on reader but reader is oblivious and dense?<33

Thank you for your request! I´m finally back from my vacation (it hasn´t been long enough by any means) and need to get back into writing again now, so I really hope this turned out alright. But basically, these are about 7k words of Draco simping for the reader (maybe a bit too much to actually be in his character). However it was really fun to write, so I hope you´ll enjoy reading.

Clueless

Draco´s head snapped around when he heard a familiar giggle only a few meters away from him. The Professor standing in front of the class long forgotten, he watched with widened eyes, how you nudged Pansy playfully, before the Slytherin girl whispered something into your ear, making you burst into laughter once more. Quickly, you brought a hand to your mouth, trying to stifle the sounds threatening to escape it. Once you had somewhat managed to calm down again, you straightened your back and took a deep breath, before you leant over to Pansy, apparently wanting to answer whatever she had just told you, but when your gaze caught something in front of you, you seemed to change your mind, because instead, you grabbed the quill that until now had been lying on your table uselessly and scribbled something on a piece of parchment, before you lowered your head, looking into the book in front of you. Draco watched in awe how you brought the tip of your quill to your lips as you got lost in the text you were reading. Even though he couldn’t be sure over the distance between the two of you, Draco strongly suspected, that by now there would be a faint stain of ink smudged over your lips. You narrowed your eyes, bringing your head even closer to the book, seemingly coming to a part of the text that was harder to understand than the one before. Or maybe just harder to decipher. The ink in the old books you were working with was from time to time almost fainted, and the curved font itself was already hard enough to read. But regardless of what had caused the shift in your posture, it made some strands of hair fall into your face. But while Draco couldn’t help but admire how perfectly they framed the shape of your face, only stressing your most beautiful – so pretty much every single one of your – features, you didn’t even seem to notice, too lost in the world of the book you were currently working with. Just like Draco got lost in you. Oh, how much he wanted to brush that hair out of your face, taking in every single detail of it, while he would twirl those strands of hair around his fingers. And he could brush away the ink that would stain your pretty lips with his thump tenderly or he could just press his lips on yours so it would faint just as well and then he would…

“Very well, Mr. Malfoy, since apparently you have already finished your task, would you mind sharing your results with the rest of the class?”

Draco snapped out of his trance and blinked up in irritation. Professor McGonagall was standing in front of him, looking at him with narrowed eyes, her lips pursed. Slowly, the Slytherin began to fade back into the world surrounding him. Because unlike it had felt for him only seconds ago, it wasn’t just you and him in this room, but instead, the entire transfiguration class, including the Professor. And every single one of those people was now looking at him. Draco felt their eyes lingering on him and cursed himself. How could he have been so stupid to let himself get distracted that easily simply by how absolutely effortlessly beautiful you looked? But now he would have to face the consequences. He glared up at the Professor, trying to give his face a humble look.

“Excuse me, Professor, but I´m not finished yet.”

“It looks more like you haven’t even started.”, Professor McGonagall returned with a disapproving look at his empty parchment.

“I was still reading. I´ll start the essay soon.”, Draco promised, trying to prevent his face from heating up.

“Well, I suggest next time you will open the book to do so.”

He heard his classmates snickering in the background. Draco clenched his jaw and had to try his hardest to not take an issue with Professor McGonagall. He knew this would only make things worse. If that was even possible right now. Because after all, he was not only being humiliated in front of the entire class but also you. And that was something Draco didn’t even dare to think about.

“At the end of the lesson I expect an entire role of parchment on my desk from you, Mr. Malfoy.”, the Professor spoke up again. “And if you won´t be able to finish it today, you will hand it in tomorrow. Is that clear?”

Draco nodded slowly, teeth gritted. Professor McGonagall knew very well that it was sheer impossible to finish the essay in this lesson and that this afternoon, Draco would have to be at the pitch for some Quidditch practice. He was certain that if he would have been one of the Professor´s precious Gryffindors, especially one of those of the Quidditch team, she wouldn’t have been that hard on him. He was sure of that. Still, he knew he wouldn’t win this argument, so he kept his mouth shut.

Professor McGonagall nodded.

“Very well then.”, she said, before turning around, shifting her focus to his classmates again.

Draco let out a small sigh, before letting his gaze wander around the classroom. He could see some of the Gryffindors shooting him some gleeful glances, but Draco just ignored them. It wasn’t until his gaze settled on you, that his haughty façade started to crumble. Because the moment his gaze settled on you, you looked up from your book as well, your gaze meeting his. Draco´s heart got stuck in his throat as you threw the boy a small compassionate smile, before breaking the eye contact and focusing on the book in front of you again.

Draco´s heart was pumping so loud in his ears that he feared you might hear it on the other side of the classroom, but you didn’t look up again. Still, just those few seconds Draco had been in your orbit, made the boy forget why he had been so upset only minutes ago. The Slytherin couldn’t help the small smile that made it to his face. Maybe all the trouble in this lesson had been worth it after all.

And when Draco heard Blaise´s amused voice mutter beside him: “You´ve got it bad, man.”, he couldn’t even argue with it.

Later that day you were sitting in the common room with Pansy, chatting about all the world and his wife. At some point, Draco´s strange behaviour earlier that day came up as well. But while Pansy was snickering over how absolutely dumbfounded Draco had looked when Professor McGonagall had pointed out that the boy hadn’t even opened the book he had claimed to read, you rather felt sorry for the fellow Slytherin.

“Don’t be so hard on him, Pansy, I´m sure there was a reason that he was so distracted in that lesson.”

“So? If we all wouldn’t have to work just because we have a reason not to do so, I wouldn´t be present in half of the classes.”

“Oh please, what good reason would you have to miss our lessons?”

“They bore me.”, Pansy sighed out dramatically. “And the people annoy me.”

“Even though I totally understand, I´m rather sure that this is not a valid reason.”, you giggled.

“And what do you think Draco´s oh-so-mysterious, understandable and totally important excuse was?”

You shrugged your shoulders. Because even though Draco and you already knew each other for several years and you were rather close – at least by Draco´s standards – and you were quite curious about what had been on the boy´s mind earlier, you had absolutely no idea what could have distracted him that much that he would forget absolutely everything around him.

“You really have no idea?”, Pansy asked, as she glanced at you, looking almost irritated. “Absolutely none?”

“Do you?”, you responded.

Now it was on Pansy to shrug her shoulders, while her gaze dropped down to her lap, and she started fiddling with her hands.

“But regardless of that,”, you continued, not even noticing how Pansy relaxed next to you when you dropped the topic, “I think McGonagall was too hard on him. I mean, we all zone out from time to time, don´t we? And she really didn’t need to give him that much of extra work. That´s just unfair. Especially because she knows for sure that Draco has training today. If she already wants to give him some extra work, she could at least have given him some more time, don’t you think?”

But before Pansy could open her mouth to agree with you, the door opened, and a rather annoyed-looking Draco entered the common room. The frown he held on his face, however, softened immediately, the second he spotted Pansy and you sitting on one of the couches. Quickly, he made his way over to you - not without barking at some first years, standing in his way – and let himself fall on the couch as well, directly next to you.

“For real? In your jersey?”, you frowned. Not that you actually had something against the blond boy wearing his Quidditch uniform, that looked unfairly good on him, actually it was quite the opposite, but the last thing you needed today was some mud smudged over the couches and – due to the fact Draco had by now wrapped an arm around your shoulder – also all over your clothes.

But Draco only gave you a smug grin.

“Relax, love. I already showered and put on a new one. Only for you obviously. I know how much you like to see me in it.”, he winked.

You cursed the moment you had admitted to the blond boy in a moment of weakness that you actually thought that he looked rather good in his jersey. This, however, had been in your second year at Hogwarts, when Draco had joined the team and had been really nervous about his first actual game. And even though you had only said it back then to calm him down – and because it was the truth after all – until this very day, several years later, Draco still loved to remind you of the fact that you had called him handsome back then at every chance.

“If you say so.”, you grumbled.

Still, you finally relaxed into his arms and shuffled a bit closer. You had to actively keep yourself from inhaling his scent deeply. You simply adored it. For you, it felt like home. Simple as that.

“I guess that´s my call.”, Pansy grinned, as she got on her feet. “Enjoy your time, you two.”

You looked at your friend with narrowed eyes.

“Why you wanna leave? We still got some time before dinner.”

“Yeah, but I really don’t want to disturb the two of you.”, she winked.

“You know you could never disturb us, Pansy.”, you laughed, while Draco muttered something incomprehensible under his breath.

“Also, I am very sure that Blaise needs my help with… something. See you around.”

And with that, Pansy disappeared quickly, leaving Draco and you behind.

“That was strange, wasn’t it?”, you asked the boy next to you, who just shrugged his shoulders in response.

“It´s Pansy. What did you expect?”

You nudged him.

“Careful, that´s my friend you´re talking about. And yours too, by the way.”

“And that´s exactly why I´m allowed to say this. But even when it comes to my so-called friends, I´m thankful for every second that I´m able to steal you from them and have you all for myself.”

You felt the familiar blush creeping onto your cheeks that always appeared whenever Draco made some snarky remarks that could make you suspect that after all, you were something special to him. Just like he was to you. And that bastard was fully aware of the effect he had on you and used it to tease you endlessly about it. Just like he did now. And the only way you knew to answer this was with a just as big smirk as he always held on his face when he told you those things.

“Of course you do. Everyone does. I´m just adorable.”, you said, puffing your chest as much as it was possible now that you were trapped in Draco´s arms.

Said boy just sighed and placed a small kiss on the crown of your head, making you shiver.

“Oh, you have no idea, love.”

But just as you wanted to melt into Draco´s embrace, you felt him tense next to you and curse under his breath.

You sat up again slightly and turned your head to look at him.

“What is it?”

“Nothing.”, Draco sighed, but the lines of worries showed you differently. “Just that stupid homework from McGonagall. I still have to write almost half a role.” He let out another sigh before he pulled you close again. “But that can wait. Right now, I´m exactly where I want to be.”

Even though his words flattered you, you wiggled out of his arms and sat up straight.

“You might be where you want to be but not where you are supposed to. That woman will let you serve detention until the end of the year if you don´t hand in that essay until tomorrow. And I certainly won´t let you pull an all-nighter.”

“This is going to be an all-nighter anyway, love.”, Draco contradicted, but you shook your head in response.

“Not if I´ll help you.”

“(Y/n), no. You don’t have to.”

“But I want to.”, you pouted.

Draco let out a small laugh.

“Oh please! Nobody wants to work on Transfiguration voluntarily.”

“See what I´m willing to do just to spend some more time with you?”, you winked. “Now, c´mon. If we go to the library now we´ll still be able to work for an hour until dinner.”

And if you wouldn’t have been so determined to help Draco out and wouldn’t have strode away with long steps without even waiting for a response, you would have seen how Draco blushed vigorously at your words, justifying that he let you help him not with the fact that he was desperate to spend some more time with you, but reasoning that somehow this extra homework was your fault after all.

You had been wrong. Until it was time for dinner, several centimetres of the parchment were still empty, the blank space promising an all-nighter after all. Even though you might had even been able to finish the task completely, if it wouldn’t have been for Draco getting distracted by the very same thing that had gotten him into sitting here in the first place. Because just as it had been back in class, also here, in the dim light of the candles flickering on the walls, the Slytherin couldn’t help but notice how absolutely perfect you were. And because of that, the quill in Draco´s hand was hovering uselessly over the parchment most of the time, while its owner was busy staring at you, while you flicked through the pages of some books, providing Draco with some information you considered as potentially useful. Unfortunately, most of the words you were saying weren’t even processed by Draco´s mind. No, he was too busy staring at the movement of your lips when you spoke, the way your eyes mirrored the glimmering of the candlelight around you, the slight frown you held on your face when you tried to filter the most important information from the books in front of you, the way your fingers caressed the pages of the old books tenderly and how you…

“Draco? Draco are you even listening?”

The boy let out a quiet groan. Apparently, everything that could go wrong today would also proceed to do so. Because how should he explain to you that while you did your best to help him and sacrifice your free time to do so, he acted ungrateful and didn’t even listen to you without giving away the reason he simply couldn’t concentrate on anything at all as long as you were in the same room as him?

Draco ran a hand over his face before he nodded.

“Of course I am. Go ahead.”

But instead of doing so, you leaned back in your chair and eyed your friend closely.

“It was a tough day for you, wasn’t it?”, you asked, your voice sounding so much more compassionate than Draco thought he deserved.

And while with everyone else, Draco would have firmly denied that he had bad days at all, or would have blamed everyone else but him for everything that had gone wrong today, when it came to you, he simply couldn’t bring himself to argue. So instead, he just shrugged his shoulders in defeat.

But before you could answer, a boy walked up to your table, letting himself fall onto the chair next to you.

“Here you are.”, the Slytherin said, eyes fixed on Draco before he turned around to you. “Fancy to see you too, (Y/n).”

You smiled at him.

“Likewise, Adrian.”

Adrian Pucey mirrored your smile before his attention shifted to Draco again.

“Flint asked me to look for you. After the training today was… expendable, he wants us to meet up after dinner once more to talk about our tactic. At the pitch at nine.”

You saw the indecisiveness in Draco´s eyes as they flickered in between the parchment in front of him, still waiting to get filled by the words he so desperately needed to put down, and the older Slytherin. You knew Draco well enough to know that the boy was fully aware of where he had to set his priorities today, yet you also knew that he most likely wouldn’t dare to contradict Adrian and therefore Marcus Flint, who happened to be the Quidditch captain, himself.

So before Draco could even open his mouth, you quickly stepped in.

“Draco can´t join you tonight.”

The two boys looked at you with irritation, even though you liked to think that Draco looked also thankful at your words.

Adrian raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“So the two of you finally managed to get your act together and go on a date?”, he asked with a cheeky grin. “I´m sorry, (Y/n), but I´m afraid Marcus won´t let this slide as an excuse. Even if it´s a pretty girl like you.”

You let out a small laugh.

“Charming, Adrian, but Draco and I actually have a date tonight.” If you would have paid more attention to Draco than his teammate at that moment, you would have seen how the boy tensed in his chair, trying to hide all the emotion in his eyes at the mere thought of the two of you finally being together in a way, he had always wanted you to be. However, your gaze was fixed on Adrian, as you added: “Just the two of us and a dozen Transfiguration books. I guess you heard what Professor McGonagall did today?”

Adrian nodded, looking at Draco compassionately.

“And there´s no way you can delay the deadline?”

“Not if we want to make sure that dragon won´t let me serve detention during our next game against Gryffindor.”, Draco spit out through gritted teeth. “I bet she´s only been waiting for a chance like this.”

Adrian sighed in defeat.

“Screw it, we can´t risk that. And Flint´s gonna think the same. I´ll talk to him. Maybe you can meet up tomorrow before the next training to give you a summary. But for now, I´ll leave you alone so you can continue this.” He gestured at the books splattered on the table in front of you before he stood up. “Good luck with this. And (Y/n),” He turned around to you, a playful smirk playing around his lips. “Since what Draco and you are doing here is for strictly academic reasons, does that mean I still stand a chance?”

You couldn’t help the blush that crept on your cheeks at his words. It wasn’t like you were actually interested in the older boy, not at all, and you highly doubted that Adrian´s words were anything but a tease, still, his words flattered you.

“Keep on dreaming, Pucey.”, you giggled, not quite able to look him into the eyes, as you were still focused on trying to hide your blush.

“Maybe I will.”, he winked.

But before he could add something, Draco interrupted him.

“Now get lost, Pucey! We still got work to do.”, he barked, his eyes shimmering coldly as he stared at your housemate.

Adrian raised his hands in defence.

“Don´t worry. I´m already gone. She´s all yours.”, he said, before he actually turned around and walked away, leaving Draco and you finally alone again.

When the boy was gone, you slammed the book in front of you shut with a heavy sigh.

“I think we should leave it for now as well. We can continue after dinner in the common room. But now I need something to eat. And I think you do too.”

You looked at the Slytherin sitting on the other side of the table in expectation of a response, but it seemed like Draco hadn’t even heard what you had been saying. Blankly, he stared at the spot Adrien had stood only moments ago, with an intelligible expression on his face.

“Draco? Draco, did you hear me?”, you asked, your eyes flickering between the Slytherin and the blank spot next to you.

“Why did he say this?”, Draco suddenly asked, not even answering your question.

You narrowed your eyes in confusion.

“Who said what?”

“Pucey. This thing about standing a chance with you. Why did he say that?”

You let out an uncertain laugh, not sure why Draco was bringing this up now.

“I don´t know. He was just joking I guess.”, you shrugged.

Draco nodded, still not looking at you.

“Is there something going on between the two of you?”

The laugh that escaped you now, was genuine.

“Adrian and me? Salazar no! Why would you think that?”

“But you get along great, don´t you?”, Draco pressed.

“Yeah. Yeah, I suppose so. I wouldn’t say we are close or anything, but he´s nice. I like him.”

Finally, Draco tore his gaze apart from the blank spot and instead looked at you. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat as his grey eyes raked yours, nothing in his face giving away what he was thinking.

“You like him?”, he spat, stressing the second word as if it was something nasty lying on his tongue.

“Why are you so surprised about it? I mean, he´s everything a Slytherin is supposed to be. Smart and cunning. Plus, he´s a great Quidditch player and he´s actually quite nice, isn’t he?”

“So? Aren´t I all of those things too?”

There it was. After all, his strange behaviour could be once more explained by his pride. Obviously, Draco was all these things as well. Hell, he was so much more than this. And you loved every single part of him. However, his behaviour was from time to time rather… challenging. But you didn’t mind the slightest. Because, unlike many other people, you knew how to deal with it.

You smiled at the boy calmingly.

“Obviously you are. And that is why I like you as well. Well, at least to name a few things.”

Something in Draco´s eyes changed, his anger seemed to subside and made place for something else. Yet, once again, you weren’t quite sure how to read it. Because while Draco seemed to be soothed by your words, there was also a sadness lingering behind the small smile he threw you.

“So, that´s all there is?”, he asked.

You nodded.

“That´s all there is. No earth-shattering friendship. And “, you added after a moment of hesitation, “Also nothing else. No romantic interest or whatever you have been trying to imply.”

“I didn’t imply anything. That´s what you were construing, love.”, Draco answered, with a sly grin on his face, but you noticed how he visibly relaxed into his chair again. A reaction, that made your heart flutter in your chest, just as the stupid nickname he called you from time to time.

But before you could think about any potential deeper meaning behind his words, Draco stood up from his chair and stretched his stiff limbs, a view that made a small sigh leave your lips involuntarily.

“We should really leave for dinner now, don’t you think? I´m already starving.”

“Sure. Great idea, Draco. Why didn’t I think of that?”, you smiled, trying to fight the ironic undertone in your voice. You didn’t quite manage to, but Draco didn’t seem to notice, with his wand he already conducting all the books to their firm places.

“That´s what I´m here for. Always happy to help you, love.”

“What would I only do without you?”, you sighed dramatically.

“Your life would definitely be so much more miserable.”

“Well, I´m afraid I can never allow you to walk out of my life then.”, you smiled at him.

“As if I ever wanted you to.”, Draco muttered under his breath. Only a faint sound in your ears, like the whispering of the wind, and you weren’t quite sure if you had just imagined it. You just really hoped you didn’t.

After dinner, Draco and you were finally able to work on his essay effectively. This was mainly due to the fact that Draco strictly forbade himself to even look at you once until he would have finished the last stroke of his quill.

It was almost midnight when Draco finally set the last dot, ending exactly at the end of the final line. He dropped the quill next to the parchment and leant back in his chair with a heavy sigh.

“And McGonagall really thought this would be a challenge for me. I bet that crazy cat lady was only hoping I would fail so she could get me to serve detention for the rest of the year. But I´m a Malfoy after all. It takes more than a stupid essay to get me down. Don´t you think so too, (Y/n)?”

When you didn’t answer, Draco glanced to the side, where you were sitting. Even when Draco was done with the research you had helped him out with and only had to write the conclusion and had offered you that you could already go to bed, you had refused to do so, suggesting you could proofread the essay after he was done. And even though Draco had assured you that you didn’t have to and if you really wanted to, you could also do so the next morning, you had told him with a shrug of your shoulders that you would wait for him anyway. You were rather sure that you couldn’t fall asleep knowing that while you were lying in your cosy bed, Draco was still up and working on his homework. And that´s what you had told him too, even though you had had to suppress a yawn when you did so.

But now that Draco looked at you, he realized that for once in your life, you had actually been wrong. You could easily fall asleep while he was still working. Because here you were, proofing yourself wrong. A small smile crept on Draco´s lips as he watched you, your head bedded on your arms that you had crossed over the last book you had been reading. You faced Draco, but your eyes were closed, your lips slightly parted, as you breathed steadily. The boy felt a wave of affection washing over him, as he saw you sound asleep like this. Because even though you hadn’t stayed awake like you had promised, you had stayed with him. You had rather fought the sleep by his side until you had eventually lost the battle, than returning to your dorm, leaving him alone. And after all; how could he feel anything else but adoration when you were looking so perfect, even in your sleep. So beautiful and carefree, making Draco believe that even with all the bad things happening in this world, everything would turn out just fine, as long as you would just exist?

He could have sat there all night, watching you sleep, but eventually, the thought settled in, that if you would stay like this for hours, in a probably rather uncomfortable position, your shoulders crouched and your neck twisted, you would wake up in the morning with stiff limbs and probably in pain. And that was something he couldn’t bear to see. Not after everything that you had done for him today. Quickly, Draco considered his possibilities. He couldn’t leave you like this, especially not all by yourself, but he also couldn’t get you to your dorm, since if he would try carrying you up the stairs, he would probably fall and break both of your necks. The Slytherin´s gaze wandered through the by now completely abandoned common room, until it settled on one of the couches. It surely wasn’t perfect, not good enough for you, but it would do for a night.

Draco made his way through the room to the couch, fluffing up the pillows and got the cosiest blanket ready, before he walked back to you. Careful and anxious to wake you up, Draco picked you up, freezing when you slightly shifted in his arms, but you only let out a small sigh, before you melted into his touch, not opening your eyes once.

Finally, Draco reached the couch, laying you down, loosening the tie that you were still wearing around your neck in accordance with the dress code and tucking you in. When he had made sure that you were as comfortable as possible, Draco stopped in his tracks for a second to take in the sight of you. Carefully, he brushed some strands of your hair out of your face, having to resist the urge to press a kiss on your temple.

“Sweet dreams, love.”, he mumbled, before he went to one of the armchairs nearby, and sat down as well. He wouldn’t leave you alone tonight, not only because he just couldn’t bring himself to leave you yet, wanting to be in your presence for as long as possible, but also because he couldn’t bear the thought that you wake up, alone and irritated, confused on how you had gotten there, being all by yourself. No, Draco would be there when you would wake up. He would always be there for you, no matter what. That was the last thought on Draco´s mind before he slowly drifted off into sleep as well, the image of you sleeping angelically on the couch still in sight, even when his eyes were already closed.

When you woke up, you needed a moment to orientate yourself. Only when your eyes got used to the dim light surrounding you, you realised that you were not in your bed, but in the common room. Slowly, the memories of the last evening started to set in. But some parts were missing. You still remembered how you had been sitting at one of the desks with Draco and waiting for him to finish his essay. At some point, your eyes had gotten more and more heavy, but you had refused to close them. You were rather sure that at some point you had failed and fallen asleep.

This however didn’t explain why right now, you were lying on one of the couches, covered with a blanket, while the fire in the fireplace had almost burned down, the only source of light being the embers, still gleaming inside. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, before letting your gaze wander around the room. That´s when it settled on a figure sunken down in one of the armchairs not far away from you, their blond hair reflecting the shimmer of the ember.

You felt the warmth flushing through your body as you watched Draco sitting there, his head resting in one of his hands, a small frown on his face, even though he was sleeping. By now you could somewhat imagine what had happened after you had fallen asleep and the mere thought of Draco taking care of you, making sure you were comfortable, before he passed out in the chair himself, exhausted from the hard and long day, made your heart beating faster in a way only Draco could do. If that boy only knew what his random acts of kindness did to you.

But as you were watching him, mesmerized by the view and lost in your thoughts, arguing with yourself whether you should wake him up so Draco could actually get to bed or just let him sleep where he was right now, the boy stirred in his sleep, before slowly opening his eyes, and straightening up in his chair with a yawn.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”, you smiled, and Draco´s head spun around, the confused look on his face giving place to a grin.

“Says you, love. An entire herd of trolls could have clumped through the room and you would have still slept like a baby.”

“Can you blame me?”, you yawned.

Draco shook his head, still smiling.

“Not at all. But that´s why you should really go to bed now. We need to get at least some hours of sleep.”

With a heavy sigh, you let yourself fall back onto the couch and looked at Draco with puppy eyes.

“But I´m so comfy right now.”

The Slytherin arched an eyebrow.

“More comfortable than your bed?”

“Warmer. And also,”, you cuddled yourself deeper into the blanket, “You are here.”

Oh, if you only knew what your words did to the poor boy´s heart. But instead of telling you, Draco only grinned cockily at you.

“But maybe I want to go to bed.”

“Or you could just join me here.”, you teased him even though you made your voice sound as innocent as possible before you added in a more serious voice: “Unless you actually want to leave. I get it. It was a long day and if you want to go to bed…”

But you hadn’t even finished the sentence before Draco stood up and walked up to you with long strides. Lucky for him, you didn’t even notice how wobbly his legs felt when he walked up to you, praying he wouldn’t stumble over his own feed, and how relieved he was when he finally sat down next to you. You huddled closer to Draco, who wrapped an arm around you and sighed.

“You know I just can´t turn you down, no matter what you ask from me, don´t you?”

You felt your cheeks heating.

“You´re just too good for me, Draco.”, you smiled.

And you meant it. You knew over all Draco surely wasn’t what people would describe as the good guy, but to you, he was just perfect. And the way he treated you was so much more than you could ever ask for. If you only knew what you did to deserve it.

“There´s nothing as too good when it comes to you, love.”, the Slytherin smiled, before placing a small kiss on the crown of your head, making chills run down your spine.

“No, I mean it. You are. You are perfect in every way. And I have absolutely no idea why you are doing all of this for me.”

A low chuckle rumbled in Draco´s chest.

“You really are that clueless, aren’t you?”

You sat up a bit straighter to look at Draco properly. There was amusement shimmering in his eyes, that were otherwise filled with so much adoration that it made you forget everything else around you. You narrowed your eyes, as you scanned his delicate features.

“Care to enlighten me then?”

If it wasn’t for your own blood swooshing in your ears, you would have probably heard Draco´s heart beating so strong he was afraid it might just jump out of his chest any second.

“Think about it, love.” He stressed the nickname in a way he had never done before. It had always rolled from his tongue so easily, but this time its weight was lying heavily on you. “For what reason do you think I am doing all of this?” Your breath got stuck in your throat as Draco raised his hand, his thumb brushing over your cheek, before he tucked some strands of hair behind your ear, his hand coming to a halt there, fingers tangled in your hair. “For what reason do you think I always want to be near you?” His gaze flickered over your face, scanning all your different features closely, as if he wanted to memorize them forever. “For what reason do you think I get so distracted in a goddamn class by how absolutely beautiful you are that I´m not even able to do my work and even when I have to face the consequences I still rather spend my time looking at you and listening to your voice than dealing with it, even if this will only get me into more trouble?” Was that what had happened? Had Draco actually been so distracted by your sheer existence that he just couldn’t bring himself to care about the class anymore? “And why do you think I got so upset when fucking Pucey had nothing better to do than flirt with you when all I wanted was to spend some time with you?” Draco let out a shaky laugh. “Do you have any idea how hard it was not to hex him then and there? Because trust me, it was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. Maybe the only thing harder than this…” His eyes finally came to a halt, meeting yours, so you could see all the raw emotions lying within them before his gaze dropped to your lips, where it stilled. “The only thing harder than this is to be around you every day, acting as if we are nothing but friends when all I want to do is to hold you and kiss you and to tell you how much I love you and continue to do so for the rest of my life.” Draco let out a breath he hadn’t even been aware he was holding, resting his forehead against yours. “Because it´s the hardest thing in the world, loving someone so much, who is just so oblivious to absolutely everything you say or do.”

Until that very day, you had no idea that a heart could stop beating and hammering in your chest so fast at the same time, but this was exactly what was happening to you right now. All the emotions flushing through you were way too much but at the same time you knew it would never be enough. Not when it came to Draco. Your voice was only a whisper, but you were just relieved that you still had one at all, when you whispered: “Maybe you should just stop pretending then. Because maybe this is all that she is hoping for.”

Draco hummed in response.

“But maybe this is just so much more than I could ever hope for. So much more than I deserve.”

“You deserve to be happy, Draco. And when it comes to me – I´m willing to do whatever I need to just so you can be.”

“Stay with me, then.”, he whispered against your lips, his voice sounding husky. “That´s all I need.”

You nodded.

“I will.”

And when your lips finally met Draco´s all the doubts either of you had ever had just vanished into the air. Because you both were certain that this was right where you belonged. Nothing that felt as good as this kiss could ever be anything but just how things were supposed to be. Within seconds, the world fell into place for you, Draco asked himself how he could have ever doubted that you didn’t love him the same way he had loved you ever since he could remember and you wondered about how you could have ever mistaken Draco´s behaviour for anything but what it actually was. Love. A love that had built up over all those years the two of you had been friends, something you had always known had been there but had never acted on, something that had grown just so much stronger with every single thing the two of you had been through and a love that would continue to grow with everything that you would witness together from this very second on.

When finally, Draco pulled away from you and looked into your starstruck eyes, he couldn’t help the sly grin that made it to his face.

“And you really had no idea?”

You shook your head, the blush on your cheeks only deepened.

“Merlin, (Y/n), how oblivious can one be?”

“Maybe you should just stop beating around the bush from time to time and just tell me what´s going on, Malfoy.”, you returned.

Draco chuckled and placed a small kiss on your temple.

“Fair enough.”, he agreed.

You raised an eyebrow in response.

“Really? That´s it? No arguing? No distraction? No teasing? Merlin Draco, do I need to be worried?”

“Don’t get fooled by it. This is only for tonight. I have a lifetime to do all of those things now. Because I can promise you that now I have witnessed this once, I will never let you go again.”

You rolled your eyes and let out a dramatic sigh.

“What have I only gotten myself into?”, you groaned, but at the same time, you got more comfortable in Draco´s arms again, feeling the tiredness slowly sneaking back into your body that had been forgotten over everything that Draco had told you before.

“Don´t tell me you would want it any other way.”, Draco grinned, as he pulled you even closer.

And oh, he was so right with that.

“Don´t you dare, Blaise!”

“What? You want them to be late for class?”

“Just give them five more minutes.”

“What difference does that make?”

“It gives me time to fetch (Y/n)´s silly muggle camera and capture this moment for eternity. “

“You wouldn’t let them forget anyway.”

“Obviously I wouldn´t. I have to tease them about this for the rest of their lives.”

“Admit it, Pansy, you only want to do so because they look just adorable.”

“Well, maybe. A little bit. But that doesn’t mean I can´t use it against them.”

And Pansy and Blaise were right. Draco and you, cuddled up under a blanket on one of the couches in the common room, Draco´s arms wrapped around you, and your head resting on his chest, the morning sun shining through the window was a lovely sight indeed. And even though Draco would claim to hate his friends for showing around the pictures later everywhere, telling everyone an absolutely heartwarming and totally made-up story about how the two of you had ended up there, secretly he was thankful that they did. Because like that they showed everyone that you were finally his, just like he had always been yours. And maybe – just maybe – he would keep a copy of the picture in his nightstand and in the nights he didn’t sneak down to the common room to cuddle with you until the sun would rise again, he would pull it out, staring at the picture of you in his arms, both of you with a faint smile on your lips, until he would fall asleep. But honestly, he couldn’t wait for a time when he wouldn’t need a photo anymore to look at you, because you would fall asleep next to him every single night and he could just look at you instead. Because who needed a picture when the reality was just so much better than all the dreams he used to have about it, back when he hadn’t even had the faintest idea that not even the best ones would come close to the feeling of actually having you in his arms?

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Oneshots

Teacher Appreciation Day (Fluff, SFW)

A first-year muggle-born Hogwarts student decides to get their favorite potion professor a gift for teacher appreciation day.

I Understand (Fluff, SFW)

Professor Snape notices you are failing his assignments all of a sudden and offers you accommodations to improve your grade before you graduate from Hogwarts.

Renovations at Spinner’s End (Fluff, SFW)

 You are a muggle who is married to Snape and you decide to renovate your home on Spinner’s End while he is away teaching at Hogwarts.

The New Potions Professor  (Angst, Smut, NSFW, Minors DNI! 18+ Only!)

It’s Severus Snape’s first year teaching at Hogwarts. You had dated for a short period while he was still in school and he broke your heart when he ended things between you. What will you do now that he is your professor? BitterSweet Beginnings (Part 2 - Final Part) With your impending graduation date soon approaching Severus Snape breaks your heart once again. Years later you see him again in the least place you’d expect, a meeting of The Order of the Phoenix. You enact a plan to get revenge, but it soon goes south and you fall head over heels for the heavily guarded man once again.

Your New Man (Snape x Reader x Lucius, Angst with a happy ending)

You are dating Lucius, but you can’t seem to get over your ex, Severus Snape. What will you do when he shows up at Malfoy manor for your party to celebrate your anniversary with Lucius?

A Day in the Life of Severus Snape: A Rather Mundane Tale

Get a glimpse into the rather boring life of Severus Snape!

He’s Your Son Through and Through! (SFW, Dad Snape, Fluff, Cute)

Severus and his wife receive an owl from their son concerning his OWL grades.

How Did We End Up Here? (SFW, Fluff, Snape x Reader)

In a Snape lives AU, the reader recounts the main details of their dating history with Severus Snape before their wedding.

Severus the Bitch (NSFW, Smut, Friends to Lovers, Snape x Fem Reader)

In a high-school AU where Severus Snape is reimagined as the drug dealer and DND loving Eddie Munson from Stranger Things, the reader is becoming all too aware of her growing crush on her best friend. Does he have feelings for her as well?

If Only For a Moment Longer (SFW, Fluff, Snape POV)

A Birthday Tale (SFW)

Severus Snape receives a rather poorly wrapped gift for his birthday.

Thank Merlin for Sweatpants (generally SFW but allusions to sex)

Severus Snape is caught outside of his chambers wearing sweatpants when an alarm sounds throughout the castle in the dead of night.

Longfic

The Knight and The Prince (Snape x Transmasc FTM OC)

Part 1 Part 2

Emery Knight, the newly appointed Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts, experiences some backlash due to him being trans-masc. It seems the only person willing to stand up for him and his rights is the snarky Professor Severus Snape. Will they become friends or perhaps something even more?

The Solitary Daffodil *HIATUS*

Severus Snape is dead… or at least he was dead. Nagini’s bite fatally wounded him, but something went wrong while his life was flashing before his eyes. Now, Severus finds himself as a ten-year old child again. Determined to change his fate he embarks on the task of killing Voldemort during the first wizarding war before he has the chance to kill Lily and mistakenly implant a part of his soul into Harry.

Headcanons

My Personal Headcanons: Part 1 , Part 2

Oddly Specific Headcanons: Animals/Pets

Young Severus Snape 

Suit Shopping With Snape

Snape x Hufflepuff

Requests

What’s Up with Those Two? (SFW, Fluff, Snape x Professor Reader)

Fred and George Weasley are up to their usual schemes. What will happen when they overhear a rather odd conversation between you and Professor Snape?

The Surprise of a Lifetime (SFW, Fluff, Slightly Suggestive, Snape x Professor Reader)

You plan a surprise for Severus’s birthday!

A Devious Plan (SFW, Fluff, Snape x Professor Reader)

A student comes up with a brilliant plan to try and get Professor (Y/N) and Professor Snape to confess their feelings to each other.

A Potion Mishap (SFW, Fluff, Snape x Professor Reader)

Snape’s experimental potion goes wrong leaving you drunk af.

On the Arm of the Enemy (SFW, Slight Angst with a happy ending, Student Snape x Student Reader)

What will Severus do when he sees you at the Yule Ball with Sirius Black?

Truth or Dare (SFW, Fluff, Student Snape x Student Reader)

You are involved in a game of truth or dare with Snape and the Marauders.

Tag You’re It! (SFW, Fluff)

You join in on a game of blind tag with a group of first years. Unbeknownst to you, Severus is watching.

What Are You Hiding? (SFW, Fluff, Snape x Reader)

Severus is convinced you are hiding a deep dark secret from him when you start avoiding him.

Potion Brewing Date With Severus (SFW, Fluff, Snape x Reader)

You ask Severus out on a date to buy potion ingredients and then you make the potion together.

They’re Friends? (SFW, Platonic Professor Snape x Professor Reader)

You’ve been best friends with Severus since school. How will the students react when you accidentally let that slip along with the fact that Severus was a victim of bullying?

Only Yours (NSFW, Smut, Snape x Reader)

The new professor is after your husband. Will Severus remain faithful?

Meddlesome Minerva (NSFW, Smut, Snape x Reader)

Minerva unknowingly interrupts some classroom “playtime” for you and Snape.

Long Awaited Confession (SFW, Fluff, Angst, Student Snape x Student Reader)

Severus has had a crush on you for a long time. How will he confess his true feelings?

Learning From Severus (SFW, Fluff, Student Snape x Student Reader)

Severus tutors you in school and soon you both develop feelings for each other. What will you do when Severus starts becoming more and more distant?

You Think of Me? (SFW, Dad Snape w/ daughter, cute and fluffy, Drabble)

Severus finds out that his daughter uses memories of him to cast a Patronus.

Babysitting With Snape (SFW, Fluff, Drabble)

You and Severus babysit Harry for Sirius while he is away.

The Steadfast Crush (SFW, Fluff, Age Gap, Snape x Reader)

You’ve had a crush on Severus since you were a first-year student and he was in his fifth year. You continue to crush on him well into your adult years. Will he also develop a crush on you?

I Thought We Were Just Going To Sleep? (NSFW, Smut, Snape x Reader)

You spend the night with Severus for the first time. What will happen when he finds out that you sleep naked?

The Best Date (SFW, Student Snape X Student Reader, gender-neutral, fluff)

Severus Snape has been set up on a date by his friend Lily. How will that date go?

The Sketchbook (Snape x Reader, SFW but does contain sexual themes)

Severus finds the reader’s sketchbook, some of the drawings are innocent but others are not so.

Marked Man (Snape x Reader, SFW but a bit suggestive)

The reader sees Severus’ Dark Mark for the first time. How do they react?

Pretty boy | Fred Weasley

!Mature Content!

Just the thought of Fred gripping the sheets while you’re practically sucking his soul out. Him trying to stay quiet, one hand slapped across his mouth, eyes rolling back to his skull. Small whimpers still manage to escape him as you hollow your cheeks. “Mmhm” His chest raising up and down. Your hand finds its way to his neck as you bring your face closer to his. “Now now, Freddie” His eyes glued to yours, eyebrows furrowed together “Be good for me, pretty boy”.

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A/N I had an ice cream today, the spring is finally here friends.🌸

one shot / series masterlist

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requested →  love me while you can: pancreatic cancer causes a certain professor to visit you in the hospital. part i, part ii

requested →  potions advanced: amortencia, the love potion.

original →  those sweet, little notes: your professor gets a note.

requested →  he comes in the night: the man in black robes saves you.

original →  i fall apart: stress gets you the best of us, and your professor notices.

requested →  other side: you help severus heal from lupin’s attack, along with a few other things.

requested →  never caught a feeling this hard: hate turns to love.

original →  bully comfort: who says kids aren’t mean?

requested →  remind yourself of who i am: you try to take control - bad idea.

requested →  just this once: sexting…through owls. Boy, he’s tired.

requested →  fire desire: you’ll never say no to him again.

requested →  but here’s to hoping: my, is he flustered.

requested →  your only touches: dolores umbridge has no good intentions.

requested →  bad day: he knows how to brighten your mood.

requested →  knock, please: you two can barely get an uninterrupted moment.

requested →  thanks for the landing: snape proves to be a good landing pad.

requested →  stay close to me: he knows how to take care of you when you’re off.

requested →  honest mistake: he really didn’t mean to.

requested →  groovy glasses: snape learns some modern lingo

requested →  snapped by a word: he doesn’t take kindly to you being called a derogatory name.

requested →  notice me: is that his girlfriend or his cousin?

requested →  don’t think that: you’re falling, but he’s there to catch you.

requested →  troubles in my way: breaking an arm isn’t so bad.

requested →  langauge, please: since when can he speak french?

requested →  great hall hours: sirius black’s escape makes perfect timing.

requested →  no promises for anyone else: being a rebellious student has its pros and cons.

requested →  on the snow: the forbidden forest is terrifying.

requested →  makes me wonder: you snap at draco and severus laughs the hardest he has ever laughed.

requested →  what i got: being snape’s favorite artist has its perks.

requested →  hold me please: dolores umbridge is a despicable woman.

requested  → family time at hogwarts: bring your child to work day for the snapes’.

requested →  i’m here to listen: he’s back from a meeting with voldemort.

requested →  sos: you can’t remember a whole lot.

requested →  thigh ride of your life: i think the title explains it all.

requested →  do i have to tell you more?: he’s here to boost your confidence.

requested →  paralyzed: how did he fall in love with you, someone the complete opposite of him?

requested → longed for you: a potion takes a turn. sexpollen!au

requested →  from the dining room table: he becomes a protective older brother.

requested →  one way or another: students were bound to find out.

requested → breathless: love at first sight.

requested → little one: severus snape with a breeding kink.

requested  → potions: veritaserum: the weasley twins trick reader into drinking veritaserum

requested → mornings like this: a domestic, simple morning with severus snape

「 harry potter 」

requested → deep pressure: reader helps harry destress.

requested →  o children  → reader and harry dance together during dealthy hallows.

「 draco malfoy 」

requested → in a new body: draco bullies reader about her weight/looks, but he recognizes his mistake.

「 remus lupin 」

requested →    tea and gobstones: he gets to know you better, thanks to the golden trio.

requested →   sucker: it’s been years since he last saw you, and if he was being honest, it wasn’t a good lasting impression. part i, part ii, part iii

requested → at the top of the stairs: you tell your friends that you are a werewolf as your father listens in

「 neville longbottom 」

requested → two more: two more people, twins, specifically, know about you and neville’s relationship.

「 george weasley 」

baker’s special touch   → george weasley & the rest of the clan go to texas roadhouse where the redhead falls for one of the bread bakers.

peach lipgloss  → the reader, an avid lipgloss wearer, grasps the attention of certain redheaded twins.

nights spent under a bedsheet →  i , ii : george weasley and reader are in love with each other, stealing glances while watching horror films.

「 fred weasley 」

peach lipgloss: →   the reader, an avid lipgloss wearer, grasps the attention of certain redheaded twins.

「 everyone x reader 」

requested → in your arms: reader has a stillborn baby and everyone reminds them that they are not alone.

Busy Bee

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x slytherin!reader

Summary: you may have accidentally fallen asleep on draco, but in your defense, he was really comfortable to sleep on! now, though, you're forced to face your feelings for him and do something about them

Word Count: 2.6k+

Masterlist

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“Blaise, move your big arse away from my comfy spot.”

You had a tiring day of classes, and wanted nothing more than to just relax for the rest of the night. You had gone back to the Slytherin common room to hopefully see some of your friends and just wind down for the night. 

Everyone in Slytherin knew there was one special spot on the lounge couch that was reserved for you. You had spent countless hours and dozens of nights in that exact spot either studying or just hanging out with friends. That was your spot, and when you came into the common room, everyone knew to make way for it. 

Blaise chuckled and raised his hands in surrender. “Sorry, (Y/N), didn’t realize you’d be back so early.”

“Early?” You exclaimed as you jumped into your spot. “I’ve been busting my butt all morning for these stupid exams. I’m exhausted.”

Pansy groaned from her spot on the floor. “Why don’t you just cut yourself a break once in a while? It’s no fun when my best friend is too busy for, like, anything anymore.”

You frowned. “I’m not too busy for you! I’m here now, aren’t I?” You grabbed a blanket from the stockpile you kept in the common room, and wrapped yourself tight in it. 

Pansy rolled her eyes with a smile. “Yeah, yeah. You’re just in time to hear about the latest shit with Emma.” 

Pansy had a wild grudge against this poor Hufflepuff girl who didn’t even know that Pansy was beefing with her. It was quite funny, honestly, but you loved Pansy enough to let her moan on about what annoying thing Emma does everyday. 

“Oh goody.” Draco came out from the stairwell into the common room with a roll of his eyes. “Another go round of how insufferable you think that Hufflepuff is.” 

He glanced over to see you cocooned in your blanket and let out a soft laugh. Draco took his seat next to you and laid his arm over the back of the couch behind you. 

Draco intrigued you. Over the last year, the two of you had grown quite close. You considered Draco a good friend, but you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t wish it were more. Draco was kind. He was flirtatious and charming, but he was sweet and gentle with you as well. Sometimes you thought Draco may have feelings for you in return, but you were far too scared to confront him about it. 

“Well, for starters, we already know how much of a know it all she is, but for some reason she has to showboat just how smart she is. You’d think she was a Ravenclaw what with how obsessed she is with being correct.” Pansy said. 

Blaise started to respond to her squawking when Draco shifted closer to you. Blaise’s voice drifted away as you focused your attention to Draco. 

“You alright, Dray?” You asked. 

He smiled slightly. “Yeah, just trying to get comfortable. Salazar knows Pansy will be talking about this nonsense for hours.” 

Draco dropped his arm from the back of the couch to wrap around your shoulder and pull you into him. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest, silently hoping Draco couldn’t feel the intensity of it. 

You tried to hide the grin threatening to break out on your lips as you snuggled closer to his chest. This was definitely a first for you guys. Though you and Draco had been quite flirty, he’d never been so open with his physical touch before. 

“Then she had the nerve to choose me as her partner. Like I would ever consider her!” Pansy glanced over at you and did a double take when she saw you wrapped up in Draco. Her eyes grew slightly, but she averted them with a clear of her throat as to not make it obvious. 

“And then, she had the audacity-“

“She really is quite obsessed with this hufflepuff, huh?” Draco whispered to you, quiet enough for Pansy not to hear. 

You looked up at him. His face was so close to yours, your noses were practically touching. You bit your lip as a smile threatened your face. 

“Yeah,” you whispered back as you stared into his eyes. “Leave her be though, it keeps her entertained.”

Draco chucked, his minty breath hitting your face due to your close proximity. Your own breath caught in your throat. You hadn’t realized just how close you were to him. You could feel your stomach doing cartwheels as you took in all of his glorious features up close. The glimmer in his eyes, the point of his nose, the curve of his lips. 

“I didn’t see you earlier,” Draco shifted the conversation, pulling your gaze from his lips back to his eyes. “What were you doing all day, busy bee?”

You blushed at the nickname. “I was just in the library writing up essays and study guides for our finals.” You let out a yawn, the reminder of your morning making you realize just how exhausted you were. 

“Sleepy?” Draco murmured in your ear.

You nodded your head with a mumbled ‘yes’, then rested your head on his shoulder. Draco wrapped his arm tight around your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible. With his other hand, he softly combed his fingers through your hair.

You hummed as you closed your eyes. “You’re comfy,” you sleepily mumbled. 

Draco chuckled. His fingers brushed against your cheeks every once in a while as he gently continued combing through your hair. 

As you felt yourself falling asleep, you could hear Draco shushing Pansy and Blaise to ensure they didn't wake you. 

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The next morning you wake in your bed, unsure of how you got there. You must have gone up sometime in the night and just not remembered. 

With a shrug, you stood up and stretched your arms over your head. Pansy was snoring in the bed next to you. You tiptoed over to her and gently shook her awake. 

“Pansy,” you called as you shook her some more. “Come on, babe, time to wake up.” 

She just grumbled and swatted your hand from her shoulder. You huffed. Pansy was terrible in the mornings, and for some reason unknown to you, she didn’t believe in alarm clocks so you got stuck waking her up every morning. 

A mischievous idea came to mind, and with a smirk you jumped on top of her sleeping body. 

“Ahh!” She shouted as you frantically shook her awake.

“It’s wake up time, Pans! We’ve got to get ready for our charms exam this fine, beautiful morning.” You said with a laugh. 

Pansy sat up and pushed you off of her so you laid on the bed instead. “Geez,” she grinned as she rubbed at her sleepy eyes. “Who knew a night with Draco would make you so chipper this morning.”

You sat upright in crisscross as your smile fell. “Wait, what?”

You had spent the night with Draco? But that didn’t make sense, you woke up by yourself in your own bed. Plus, you would have remembered if something had happened between the two of you. 

Pansy saw your confused expression and chuckled. She grabbed a pillow and gently swatted you in the face with it. “Not like that, you silly. Salazar knows if you slept with Draco you’d have probably died of happiness.”

“Hey!” You whined as a blush started creeping on your cheeks. “I’m not that crazy for him.” 

“Oh, please,” Pansy scoffed with a slight smile. “I saw the way you cuddled up with him last night. I almost had a heart attack for you when I saw how close you were! Go (Y/N), go (Y/N)!” She cheered. 

You laughed and pushed Pansy away from you. “Shut up!” Your giggles died down as you recalled how you laid with him last night. “Was it really that obvious?”

“Girl please! I thought Draco was gonna scoop you up and run away with you. You should have seen the look on his face when you fell asleep on him. He looked at you like you hung the damn stars in the sky.”

Your heart fluttered. You knew there was something going on with you and Draco, but by the way Pansy was talking, though she had a knack for exaggeration, it sounded like he really did have a thing for you. 

“So, what do I do now?” You asked as you slightly rocked back and forth on her bed. 

“Are you joking?” Pansy deadpanned at you. “(Y/N/N), you gotta go get your man! I’m tired of watching you two drool like little puppies over each other just for nothing to come out of it.” 

Your cheeks flushed. It had been a long time of this back and forth with Draco, and you decided you were ready to see where it got you. 

“Okay, I’m gonna tell him next time I see him.” You said. 

Pansy cheered. “Yes, finally! Now hurry up, I’ll help you pick a cute outfit that has ‘date me’ written all over it.” 

You chuckled as Pansy eagerly jumped up and ran to your closet. She grabbed your shortest skirt, a white button up top, and your Slytherin robes. 

“Pans, how is this any different than my usual outfit?” You asked as you stood from the bed and joined her near the closet. 

“Ah, my sweet (Y/N), it’s not about the clothes you wear, but how you wear them.” She grinned as she threw the clothes into your hands. “Put them on so I can work my magic.”

You chuckled and stripped out of your pajamas to put on your school outfit. Turning back to Pansy, you said, “Okay, now what?” 

She devilishly grinned. Pansy pulled your skirt even higher up your legs to expose just a bit more of the skin there. She unbuttoned the top two buttons of your shirt and fixed your boobs so they popped out a little bit more. She wrapped the robe around your shoulders, but let the front open so you could see everything underneath. 

“And no tie,” she added, “that way your shirt can stay that way.”

You chuckled. “You get me into all these crazy shenanigans, you know that right?” 

“You know you love me.”

“Yeah,” you added wearily, “but what if it’s too much? I mean, we still have to go to class. It’s not like I'm only going to see Draco.”

“Who cares?” Pansy asked as she started to dress herself in a similar manner. “Let the other boys stare and show Draco that you’re a hottie who other boys can get at if he decides he’s gonna be a wuss today.”

You laughed. Pansy always knew just how to make you feel better. “Alright, let’s get out there, then. Don’t wanna keep all the boys waiting.” You winked at her. 

Pansy smirked and wrapped her arm with yours. You walked out together and down to your first class that you shared. 

Luckily for you, Draco did not share the same period for charms as you. You thought if Draco was in the class you would have surely failed your final. 

You felt pretty confident in your answers, and soon enough class was dismissed. 

Your heart beat out of your chest as you said your goodbyes to Pansy and walked to your next class: one you shared with Draco. 

Nervously, you picked at your clothes as you walked to potions. On your way there, you couldn’t help but notice all of the random students staring at you. Boys, and girls, sneaked peaks at you as you walked past them. 

It felt nice to be noticed, you just hoped Draco would react in a similar way. 

Speak of the devil.

There Draco stood in all his glory. He leaned against the wall outside of the potions room looking you up and down. Draco’s lip was trapped between his teeth and he sized you up. 

“Bloody hell, (Y/N).” Draco mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear over your rapidly-beating heart. 

Draco pushed himself off the wall and started walking towards you, meeting you halfway. He didn’t say anything. All he could do was stare. Draco knew you were gorgeous; he’d be a bloody fool to not have noticed it before, but there was something about the way you looked that made his head spin. 

While he shouldn’t say it, Draco had always imagined how you would look after he’d had his way with you. He didn’t ever want to seem like a creep, you were too sweet for that, but that just made him more curious. 

In all honesty, he didn’t know you had this in you. 

“Uh, Draco?” You asked. Draco had zoned out as he stared at you. You could feel your cheeks getting warm and you took in how awestruck he looked. 

“Hm?” He glanced back up into your eyes. “Sorry, sweetheart, you just- you just look incredible. Well, you look gorgeous everyday, just you look gorgeous and sexy if that makes sense.” 

You raised an eyebrow almost teasingly. “Oh, so you think I look sexy now, huh?” You don’t know where this newfound confidence came from, but you liked the way Draco’s eyes widened as you crossed your arms over your chest, pushing your boobs out ever so slightly.

Once he recovered, a smirk adorned his handsome face. “I always think you look sexy, now I'm just seeing it in person rather than my dreams. And speaking of dreams,” Draco grinned devilishly, “how did you sleep last night, darling?” 

You had almost forgotten about the confusion of the night. “I slept well. I think.” You chuckled as you pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. “I don’t exactly remember getting to bed, though. Care to enlighten me?” 

Draco chuckled, “You fell asleep, quite adorably I might add, and I as the gentleman I am had the privilege of carrying you up the stairs and tucking you in for the night.” 

You smiled, “how come you didn’t just wake me?”

Draco’s cheeks tinged pink. “I, uh, I just knew how tired you were from your morning and I didn’t want to disturb you. Hope that was okay.” Draco rubbed the back of his neck a little awkwardly. 

You grinned and reached up to squeeze his arm. “It was really sweet of you, Draco.” 

The two of you stared at each other for a minute, the silence held some tension, it had some longing imbedded into it. 

“Draco…” 

“Do you want to go out sometime?” Draco cut you off. 

You gaped at him. “Like a date?”

Draco smiled, “yeah, exactly a date. I knew I’ve liked you for a little while, (Y/N), but when you cuddled up against me last night, I had this thought that I wanted to do it again. And then again after that too. You held onto like you needed me, and, uh, I really liked that.”

Draco blushed a little at his confession and shuffled his feet around nervously. 

You couldn’t help but grin and wrap your arms tight around his neck. Draco was a little taken aback by your quick movement, but surely sunk into your hug and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“I’d love to go out with you, Dray,” you whispered as you were pressed so close to him. “I’ve been hoping you would ask me out for a long time.”

Draco pulled away, but still held his hands on your waist. “Sorry for keeping you waiting so long, darling.”

You giggled and grabbed Draco’s hands to pull him towards the classroom. “Come on, Slughorn doesn’t wait for anyone and I need to do good on this exam.”

Draco chuckled and let you pull him along to class. He couldn’t wait to finally take you out on a date. 

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Chasing After You

warnings:none

summary: Fred has made it his goal to get with the good girl, and deep down she wants him too.

part 1?? maybe- 

A/n I know this isn’t hotd but I love Harry Potter so… REQUESTS OPEN 

Ever since he met you, he knew he had to have you.

You were too good, too pure, you were a straight A, goody-too-shoes student and that intrigued him, or maybe it was whenever he cracked a joke in class or pulled some insufferable prank on a professor you always seemed to smile, and try to hide it, but he could see. 

So, he made it a goal to get you to like him. He knew you had a boyfriend, but he was a twat anyways, smug and entitled. 

………….

You were walking to your charms class, books in hand and pushing a loose piece of hair behind your ear, when he approached. “That’s a lot of books you have there,” you looked up at the tall redhead, and smiled slightly. “You mean, the ones your supposed to have for this class?” 

“I’m not one for books,” you shook your head, “why don’t you help me? From what I hear, you’re quite the smart one,” he put his hands in his pockets keeping up with your fast pace. “Or you could use the books assigned to you,” you both walked into class, and you sat beside your friend Angela giving her a smile as you opened one of them, he sat next to you placing both hands on the desk and connecting them together. “This isn’t your seat,” you looked at him with an unamused face, “I bet you he won’t notice, and if he doesn’t you have to help me,” 

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pairings: draco malfoy x fem!gryffindor!reader, platonic!golden trio x reader.

word count: .9k

summary: Draco Malfoy was your least favorite person in the world, and you thought the feeling was mutual. What happens when you realize he’s actually obsessed with you?

part 1

Hogsmeade was your all time favorite place, especially in winter. Dressed in your favorite patterned scarf, big black jacket, long tights, and black boots, you felt warm and cozy. You and Hermione have your arms draped around each other’s shoulders as the two of you exit the Three Broomsticks, the taste of Butterbeer still on your tongue.

The two of you giggle at who knows what, stumbling from how hard you’re laughing. The slight falling of snowflakes doesn’t effect your mood, you watch as one lands on your nose as you and Hermione come down from your fit of giggles, choosing to focus on what you guys came here for; Christmas shopping for the boys.

Harry and Ron were a pain in your arse, but that didn’t mean they two weren’t simple. They wanted quidditch gear for when the season starts up again in spring. Easy as pie for you and your seemingly infinite money.

You and Hermione’s feet leave footprints in the snow, it crunching beneath your boots as you walk to Spintwitches Quidditch Supplies. Your smile seems untouchable as you walk with a pep in your step, staring down at your shoes. When you look up your smile falters, a frown threatening your lips at the sight of him.

White blond hair, a tight hoodie and a jacket thrown over that. Malfoy stands with Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott on either of his sides. He leans against the wall of Honeydukes that leads you down into an alley. He nods along to whatever Nott was saying, clearly not paying attention. His eyes drift from his friends to yours.

Draco Malfoy is, simply put, your least favorite person in the entire world. There are no words to describe the absolutely anger the boy causes you. His arrogance and disrespect towards you and your friends is a mood sourer, and he was ruining your amazing day with just one look at you. His effect on you was irritating, and you could feel your own heart race and hear your breathe hitch when his blue eyes met yours. Fuck.

Your warm eyes turn cold in an instant as you watch Malfoy smirk. He reaches a hand up to ruffle his already messy hair as he starts to walk over to you and Hermione.

Too busy glaring at Malfoy as he saunters over, you miss the knowing look Nott and Zabini share with Hermione.

“Just ignore him,” Hermione urges. You give her a look, a pout plastered on your lips. She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.

Easier said then done.

“Well, well,” Malfoy taunts. He’s grinning over at you, hands tucked into his pockets as he tilts his head at you, not even bothering to glance at Hermione. “Look who escaped the clutches of her boyfriend,” he spit, the words directed toward Harry, even though he wasn’t your boyfriend. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

Your eye roll is immediate. “Why don’t you mind your own business, Malfoy?” you sneer, before sarcastically saying, “Surely a man like yourself has much better matters to attend to then bothering some Gryffindors.”

Malfoy’s smirk deepens as his eyes flicker down your body for a moment. “Don’t cut yourself short. I prefer it here.”

“Can’t we go, Y/N. Please.” Hermione tugs on your arm, already dragging you up the hill, away from the boy who seemed to never be capable of staying away from you.

“Yes, please,” you groaned, throwing your head back and rolling your eyes as you linked yours and Hermione’s arm together.

You can hear Malfoy’s footsteps behind you as he hurries to catch up to you, desperate for whatever he gains from annoying you. “Running away so soon? I knew you were a coward,” he exclaims.

That makes you pause, turning around, eyebrows scrunched in aggravation. “Excuse me?” you scoff, releasing Hermione’s hand and rushing to where the boy stood. “I’ll punch you in the face just like I did third year, don’t doubt that.”

His eyes sparkle as he looks down at you, your threat bouncing off of him. “Believe me, I don’t doubt you. Never have.”

What in the bloody hell was he on about?

”Mate,” Nott called from behind him, deep voiced annoyed with his friend. He raises his brows at Malfoy. “Let’s go.”

He shrugs at his friends, sticking his hands into his pocket. He smirks at you, tongue coming to press into his cheeks. His cheeks are red from the cold (or, maybe, from his raging crush on you).

“I’ll see you around, L/N.”

“Screw you, Malfoy,” you sneer, hair whipping as you trudge up the hill to meet Hermione where she stands, looking at the pair of you with an unimpressed expression.

When you make it to her, you link your arms together again. You smile at her. “Shall we?”

Hermione rolls her eyes, but nods.

When the two of you begin to walking, you stick your tongue out over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of Malfoy still standing where he last stood, watching you.

Draco doesn’t bother trying to hide his smile.

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| draco malfoy |

One shots:

picnic. (s,f) you and draco skip class on a sunny day

butterbeer. (f) requested. hufflepuff!reader and draco softness, a date to the leaky cauldron

new york. (s,f) draco goes to stay with you in new york the summer after you graduate

other woman. (f,a) requested. draco’s father tries to get him to leave you for a woman that would make them proud.

forgiveness. (f) dad!draco is offered a position as the coach on Scorpius’s little-league quidditch team

the hills. (s,a) requested. dark!draco calls you up at night when he needs you

the hills (2). (s,a) requested. dark!draco just can’t seem to stop, and you’re addicted

the hills (3). (a) requested. draco tries to get you back before you marry the wrong person

slytherin parties. (s) requested. Draco is forced to wear a maid costume after losing a game at a party, and a game of truth or dare takes it to a new level

slytherin parties (2). (s) requested. Draco flips the rolls at the next party, putting you in your place

slytherin parties (3). (s,f) requested. Cedric gets invited to one of your parties 

unrequited. (s,f,a) requested. unrequited love with Draco, where he has to get you back before it’s too late

benefits. (s,f,a) requested. FWB with Draco is all fun and games until you develop feelings

summer love. (a,f) requested. You and Draco fall into a summer love, only to have the Malfoys wreck your plans

birthdays. (s,f) requested. you give Draco a special birthday present

birthdays (2). (s,f) requested. you and Draco celebrate a year today 

full. (s) equested. you and Draco expand your sex life

mahogany. (s,f) requested. professor draco

broom closet. (s,f) requested. draco takes you to a broom closet to deal with his annoyance 

rough. (s,a) requested. enemies to lovers, where you share a room on vacation 

corrupt. (s,f) requested. you take care of sub!draco

infidelity. (s) requested. Draco hooking up with his maid 

lingerie. (s,f) requested. Surprising draco with lingerie

needy. (s,f) requested. you help sub draco take care of his needs

holy. (s) requested. priest!draco fucking the reader in his office

 crucifixion. (s) requested. priest!draco cleansing you of your sins

Blurbs:

fatigue. (f,a) requested. you get overwhelmed and faint on draco

sauvage. (f) draco smelling like dior sauvage

soft. (s,f) requested. super soft morning sex with Draco

polaroids. (s,f) requested. you send sexy polaroids of yourself to Draco over summer break, and he’s animalistic when you reunite

weak. (s,f) requested. draco with a mommy kink

dandelions. (f) soft!draco making wishes with you.

fingers. (f) requested. soft nights with dom!draco 

out of love. (a) requested. draco falls out of love with you

storms. (f) draco helping you sleep 

denial. (s) draco teases you when you withhold sex

pathetic. (s) dark!draco gets off on his sub’s embarrassment 

hormonal. (f) requested. draco comforting you on your period 

cars. (s) requested. fucking draco in a car

changed mind. (f) requested. Draco caring for virgin!reader

Headcanons:

sleepy sunday mornings. (f) mornings with husband!draco

Do you think you could write a part two of The Right Thing? It’s so good🥺👉🏼👈🏼

the right thing² | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x slytherin!reader

word count: 3,5k

summary: where draco and y/n meet again after her betrayal

a/n: i know it took ages but i finally managed to write the sequel to the right thing, yayyy!! since this is one of the few stories that i came up with by myself from scratch, it truly means a lot to me and made it so much more difficult to write a part II because i really wanted it to be perfect >.< so many of you have been asking for a second part, so here we finally are (check out the first part here) <3 please make sure to leave a comment and reblog, it literally means the world to me and is so important! thank you for reading and for the constant support, i love every single one of you ♡♡♡

warnings: angst, violence/abuse, mentions of blood, mentions of severe injuries, mentions of death

universe: harry potter

Shocked and completely stunned, Draco stares at where you were still standing a few seconds ago. Where you were standing before you vanished into thin air and disappeared. Barely believing what just happened, Draco’s mind torments him by repeating how the dagger flies straight towards you over and over again, which is why Draco’s legs suddenly go very weak and he collapses.

He feels his mother trying to lift him back onto his feet, but Draco’s body no longer obeys his commands. The uncertainty is killing him. He is too weak and all that is left of his body is an empty and lifeless shell. Narcissa talks to him, but her words don’t get through to him, her voice far away, like hearing a sound through masses of water.

You are gone and with you, you took a part of him.

Draco doesn’t understand why you did what you did. Why you stood up for the enemies, for the people you were supposed to be hunting down and hand over to the Dark Lord. That was your task, your job as a Death Eater.

But by helping and freeing them, escaping with them, you decided against your own kin. Against Draco.

The chaos that surrounds him now as his aunt ferociously screams and can hardly be contained is only shut down when Voldemort steps into the living room through dark shadows, exactly on the spot where you disappeared moments before, a vicious grin on his lips as he is holding his wand in his bony hands, ready to strike. As soon as he takes a look around, however, his facial expression changes drastically.

The pain that Draco has to endure shortly afterwards is unbearable.

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Breathing heavily, you are roughly placed on top of a wooden table, your entire body trembling in pain while the people around you blur before your eyes, turning into mere silhouettes. Tears stream down your cheeks from the excruciating pain, your hands clasped around the dagger whose sharp blade has disappeared into your abdomen, streaked with blood. During apparating here, it felt like your entire body was falling apart, shredding, bursting. Hardly able to grasp a clear thought, there is only one thing that comes to your mind at this moment.

“D-Draco.”

“She is bleeding out! We need to do something”, you hear Hermione say from afar, your world spinning around you as your limbs grow limp and the blood in your veins slows down. You perceive that you are being touched, here and there you feel a little sensation, but your eyes no longer focus and black dots cloud your vision.

The pain you feel as the dagger leaves your body is unbearable.

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Slightly limping, you follow the others through the corridors, some of which are now hardly recognizable as such. There is rubble and ash everywhere, no wall remains intact. But some of them keep the castle upright with their last strength and allow you to escape through the long hallways. Hermione leads the way, the map of Hogwarts imprinted deep inside of her, so you won’t get lost, with you and Ron close behind. Harry has gone the other way with Luna and Neville to help other students.

Your hand gently pressed against your side where, beneath layers of thick bandages, the wound inflicted by Bellatrix denounces, makes itself known with every step, taunting you. Your will is stronger though and you don’t let it influence you, following your new friends to a part of the castle that had remained more or less intact. What you did not expect, however, is that two Death Eaters are waiting for you, wanting to put an end to this. Two Death Eaters who look all to familiar to you: Dolohov and Goyle Sr.

“Ah, ah, ah. Who do we have here?”, Dolohov laughs enthusiastically, his wand playfully waving between his fingers as if neither of you were remotely a threat to him. Immediately, he gets your blood pumping through your veins with that disgusting grin of his.

“If that isn’t little Y/L/N”, Goyle Sr. adds as they both slowly walk closer to you. “Foul traitor.”

“Your father is so terribly disappointed in you, dear. Oh! And don’t even get me started on the Dark Lord. He really wasn’t thrilled when he heard about your betrayal”, Dolohov mentions with mock pity, lower lip pushed out in a pout. The mention of your father makes you heart beat even faster and the thoughts you have been suppressing ever since come crashing down on you.

“Your poor father, he suffered a lot because of you”, Dolohov laughs mischievously, turning the seething anger inside of you into a roaring fire. “Your mother really died in vain just to give birth to a monstrosity like you. What a shame, I truly liked her.”

With those last words, he finally goes too far and you immediately fire off a magic spell that sends him slamming across the corridor and against he last remains of a stone wall. Ruthlessly, you let out all your anger on Goyle Sr., who ends up lying on the ground next to his friend, unconscious. Dolohov, who gets up quickly, doesn’t have a change against you and your friends anymore, but still manages to cause a streak of purple flames with a sudden slashing movement of his wand at the last moment, severely burning your arm. Eventually the two Death Eaters are knocked out and weakness overcomes you for a few seconds, making you stagger sideways. If it wasn’t for Ron and Hermione quickly supporting you, you would have made contact with the hard ground.

A while ago, these two men were part of your family, they had the same goals as you before you decided to follow the only right one. You can vividly remember Dolohov teaching you new curses and Goyle Sr. raving about your upcoming marriage to Draco Malfoy.

Draco.

“Come on, Y/N. We have to move on!”, Ron shakes you back into reality, to the here and now, before you regain enough strength to stand up unaided. Without further talking about what just happened and the ease with which you suddenly defeated the two wizards, you continue running through the hallways, which are echoing with agonized screams and explosions. The flesh wound caused by the flames on your forearm burns at the contact with air and the puncture site on your abdomen tugs uncomfortably, slowly eroding your strength.

After escaping Malfoy Manor a few days ago because of your help, there wasn’t much time to calm down and rest. Fleur and Hermione have done their best to sew up your wound and hurt you as little as possible in the process, but such a deep and fatal wound will take time to fully heal, probably leaving a scar that will forever remind you of your actions. Time you simply don’t have.

To this day, even now as you walk and fight through Hogwarts with two parts of the Golden Trio, you are not sure if your decision was the right one after all. Guilt plagues you every night, and the looks that Draco and his family gave you while committing your incredible betrayal haunted your dreams. You will never forget the disappointment on their faces, this sheer bewilderment. You have hurt numerous people who were so important to you with your actions and yet, you know deep down that it was the only right thing to do.

After a few minutes of fighting your way further through the castle, you come across the rest of your group that is currently in the process of defeating three Death Eaters. Quickly, you join the fight, but as soon as the Death Eaters see you, it suddenly seems a lot more important to kill the traitor than the Chosen One that the Dark Lord has been after for ages.

“Y/N!”, Harry shouts at you in panic, but unfortunately any warning comes too late and you are thrown through the air, landing on the hard ground several meters away with a loud bang. Desperate and in pain, you try to push yourself up with your arms but without success and you collapse again while the others are cornered by the Death Eaters.

A pain you haven’t felt in a long time runs through you all of a sudden and you quickly look at your arm, the source of this sudden pain. The black snake slowly coils around the skull, the tattoo moves on your skin and makes you cry out in pain before the realization hits you hard and you roll onto your side.

“Harry! He is coming!”, you yell at him, clutching your arching arm to your chest. Harry’s eyes widen when he hears you and he immediately understands what you mean. Luna and Ron rush in your directions to pick you up and flee with them, but unfortunately, they are nowhere near you when the ceiling above you is hit by a Death Eater’s curse and collapses with a crash. Some of the pieces come dangerously close to you before the loud noise disappears and you find yourself separated from your group, from your friends.

Groaning in absolute pain, you pull yourself closer to a rock in front of a wall, finally managing to lean your back against it. Breathing heavily, you open your jacket, already tattered from the fighting, and look at your lower body. The thick bandage intended to protect your wound is almost brimming with blood. Softly cursing to yourself, you press your palm onto the red bandage, unable to suppress a cry of pain.

You should have suppressed it, however, as you have now drawn attention to yourself and you hear footsteps that are suddenly coming in your direction. Knowing that you are not able to escape in your state, you aim your raised wand at the end of the hallway, just waiting to cast the first spell you can think of to keep whoever it is away from you.

You just didn’t expect that person to be Narcissa Malfoy, turning around the corner. You are speechless for a moment, and without really thinking about it, you lower your wand as soon as her eyes meet yours. Abruptly, she stops, eyes wide and her own wand ready to fight, aimed squarely at you. If you didn’t know better, you would imagine her hands shaking with every step she takes towards you. Even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t have the strength to raise your wand now. Seeing her gave you a glimmer of hope, until bitter reality caught up to you.

She is a Death Eater and her only goal is to hunt down Harry Potter for the Dark Lord. If she runs into the traitor while doing so, she can quickly defeat her too.

But Narcissa does nothing of that sort, but suddenly lowers her wands as she seems to realize something, running towards you with quick steps, lifting her long black skirt so that she can get to you even faster.

“Y/N!”, she loudly says upon approaching you, noticing your dire condition. “Oh god, what happened? Dear, are you alright?”

Since you didn’t expect such a reaction, you are left speechless and the incredible pain you are still enduring doesn’t help. You open your mouth several times to answer her, but you can’t get a single word out. You don’t deserve her sympathy. Not after what you did. Not after you caused her so much suffering.

When Narcissa looks down at you and sees your wound, she sucks in her breath sharply, but quickly catches herself and looks you in the eyes.

“We will fix this, Y/N, ok? You just have to.. hold on a little longer”, Narcissa talks to you caringly and thinks about how to best get you out of here as quick as possible.

“Narcissa- Please don’t”, you stop her movement and grab her hand, unintentionally spilling your blood on her skin. You look at her with tears in your eyes. “I d-don’t deserve it.”

Horrified, Narcissa looks at you, examining your face for any signs that you actually mean what you are saying, and opens her mouth to say something, but…

“Mum?”, a deep voice suddenly sounds behind Narcissa and she turns around, giving you the opportunity to look at the corridor as well. Draco.

His body clad in a black suit that is already covered in dirt and ripped at the arms, Draco stands there looking over at you, the hand holding his wand clutched tightly at his side. As your eyes meet, pain rips through your broken heart, another piece breaking off. It feels like an eternity since you last looked at him, and yet a sense of security suddenly washes over you. Although Draco is exactly the person you can’t expect any protection from anymore.

But you didn’t think that he would come rushing towards you the second he realizes whose eyes he locked with. He kneels in front of you, taking your face in his hands firmly while leaning his forehead against yours. He should yell at you, he should ask you what the hell you were thinking, he should loathe you, and yet he touches you so tenderly as if you had never done anything wrong, as if you didn’t tear his heart into a thousand pieces.

“Oh, thank Merlin, you are alive”, Draco repeats over and over like a mantra, running his hands over your body without ever touching it for fear of losing you again. On the other hand, you thought that you were already lost in his eyes anyway.

“Please, Draco. Don’t-”

“I only saw how the dagger disappeared with you. It rushed right at you and I thought- I really thought..”, Draco stutters, not able to finish his sentence, and puts his hand on the back of your head, pulling it to his chest so he can place several feathery kisses on the crown of your head. “You are alive.”

With his hand on your cheek, he now looks deep into your eyes and although you expected to see pure hatred and raging anger in them, they are bathed in hope and affection only. The relief of knowing that you are alive even made him forget how much you actually hurt him. A pale scar runs along Draco’s cheek to his left eye that wasn’t there when you last saw him, and you hate yourself for it. Whatever happened to him, you weren’t there.

You raise your trembling hand to touch his skin, but as soon as you do so, Draco already grabs it and pulls it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. Your engagement ring is still glittering on your finger and Draco’s slightly simpler ring is still where you last saw it, on his finger. A quick stray glance at Narcissa, who is eyeing you with concern, is enough to finally make all the dams burst and the tears flow down your cheeks.

You thought they hated you. You thought you would never be able to face them again without them wanting you dead. But you were so incredibly and terribly wrong.

They are still your family. The family you never had but found in them. Family supports each other without limits and they are here now, with you. In the worst of times, they came to rescue you. That is what makes a true family and no blood in the world could ever compare.

“I’m so terribly sorry”, you whimper as Draco pulls you into the most loving hug you so desperately needed.

“Don’t apologize, angel. Please don’t apologize”, he softly whispers in your ear before kissing your forehead several times, wiping away your tears with his thumb, although there are some tears running down his own face as well. “You did the only right thing.”

“W-What?”

“You opened our eyes, Y/N. Family is and always has been the most important to us, but we seem to have lost sight of it”, Narcissa tells you gently, stroking your hair. “All these years we’ve been blinded. We supported something so terrible, contributed to what happens today, but that has to stop now. Never again do we want to be responsible for the suffering of others.”

A huge, heavy load falls off your shoulders and it seems to be evident on your face, because Draco softly runs his finger along your chin again.

Narcissa is right. You too have supported all of this for far too long, your father dragged you into all of this, even before you were born you were doomed to follow the Dark Lord unconditionally. Unlike Narcissa, unlike Draco, unlike your mother, you were the first to finally turn on Voldemort. And now they will follow you.

Everything ends today.

However, when you want to rise up to pull Narcissa into a hug the next moment, you are quickly thrown back into the bitterness of your reality. Your huge wound is still gaping at your stomach and the pain is unbearable. Narcissa and Draco exchange looks before Draco scoops you up in his arms without any hesitation. No matter how careful he is, you still whimper in pain and your vision is once again littered with black dots. Before the darkness invites you in, you hear the last few words between Draco and his mother from the distance.

“She needs help or she will-”

“I know someone who can help us.”

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Sharply inhaling as if you were about to drown and are now surfacing, you awake from your unconsciousness, only to be greeted by three figures romping around you. Fear and terror runs through your veins, not knowing where you are or with whom.

“Vulnera Sanentur”, a deep voice repeats three times in a row, and you have to blink a few times to finally make your eyes focus. It is only when you see Draco, Narcissa, and Professor Snape in front of you that you realize all your pain is gone in an instant.

Looking down at yourself, you are in shock to see that the spot where your huge wound inflicted excruciating pain upon you is gone, only a small scar left to remind you of what you experienced. Carefully, you run your hand over it and when you don’t feel any pain, you look around, not knowing what to say or how to say it. They saved your life. Again.

“Now that she will be among the living for a bit longer, we must proceed with the plan”, Snape says bluntly, turning to Narcissa who is still eyeing you with concern. When your eyes meet, she manages to muster a small smile.

“What plan?”, you question, sitting up with Draco right by your side, just in case.

“Even though we have done horrible things, being at Voldemort’s side for years turns out to have its perks”, Snape explains gravely, motioning for you to follow.

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You are completely surrounded, with only Death Eaters swarming around you who would like to see you dead immediately. And right in front of you, amidst the circle of his companions, is the Dark Lord himself. He clutches his wand in his bony hands, a victorious grin on his serpentine face. His malicious laughter rings out and soon everyone on his side joins in.

“Now it will end like this”, Voldemort speaks up in a voice as if announcing your end to the whole world. You stand back-to-back with Draco, your hands that are not holding your wands intertwined. Next to you your friends – Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George, even Neville. They all stand by your side, facing the enemy for one last battle.

“You will never defeat us”, Draco announces proudly, telling the truth. Because Voldemort feels so sure about his victory that he apparently lost sight of how his followers feel about him. That is why he doesn’t see how the majority of his Death Eaters, including your father, who just had their wands pointed at you, is aiming at him now. That is why he doesn’t see how many have turned against him in all this time he has led with fear and terror. So, the last thing he sees is everyone turning against him and condemning him to death together, making the world a better place again.

As soon as he turns to ashes and dust before your eyes, you can’t believe it at first. And you don’t seem to be the only one with that feeling, because there is pure silence. At least for a few long seconds, until suddenly, loud and trembling, cheering breaks out and everyone is laying in each other’s arms.

Relieved, Draco pulls you into such a tight hug that it takes your breath away and the next moment, many other arms are wrapped around you. It is finally over.

There are a lot of casualties, a lot of injuries, a lot of dead. But in the end, you are still here, Draco and you, breathing, standing. And you created your very own happy ending for yourselves by doing the right thing.

LOVE IN THE DARK

Summary: You can’t continue to love Draco when it’s only shown in a rooms four walls.

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader (friends with benefits)

Word count: 3.5kish

Warnings: Idiots in love, crying, angst.

A/N: Wow! I am seriously SO surprised with the response I got with “Heather”!!! Please read part 1 before this one! I loved that part so much and I’m so happy all of you did as well!! I hope this one lives up to the first 🥺 “Love in the dark,” by Adele is the theme song for this 💚💚 also tumblr is being super glitchy and erasing some sentences and doubling others after i posted this?! I’m so confused !! Sorry about that 🥺

All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other side nor this one.

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions.

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This was your favorite thing to wake up to.

You had woken up maybe five or ten minutes ago, but you couldn’t manage to get out of bed yet.

Not when you were wrapped in your favorite emerald green silk sheets with your favorite person next to you.

Draco laid there, naked underneath the sheets, with one hand under his neck and the other resting on his chest. His eyes were closed, soft snores coming out his lips, his face was relaxed, and he looked beautiful.

But your favorite thing about waking up next to Draco was how his hair looked.

His blonde bed hair, almost white, was your absolute favorite thing to look and play with. His morning hair didn’t have any type of product in it since he always showered before bed. Which let his natural curls come into play. You loved the way his soft hair felt in between your fingers.

You loved the way his curls fell over his face and he looked like an angel.

So insanely beautiful.

“Good morning, my love.”

His deep, raspy morning voice sends goosebumps all over your skin.

His deep, raspy morning voice sends goosebumps all over your skin.

Maybe that’s your favorite thing.

It’s another thing you add to your mental “Favorite things about Draco list.”

“Morning,” you whisper as Draco leans in to kiss your lips.

He slowly kisses your lips and moans into your mouth as he starts to get out of the bed. He pulls himself away from you and winks, “Gotta pee real quick.”

You roll your eyes at him as he rushes into the lavatory that conjoined with his room. You follow him as you both do your business. Both giggling at each other as you both wash your face and brush your teeth. It should feel awkward doing this naked, but you were both so comfortable together... that it wasn’t.

You leave Draco alone as you rush back into the warm bed, you wrap the sheets around yourself and hum in content.

You turn on your back, placing your arms underneath your neck, and ponder something.

“Dray?”

Draco is already coming out of the lavatory, wiping his hands on a clean cloth, and pulls out a pair of sweatpants from his dresser drawer.

“What’s up, love?”

You sit up on his bed and hold the sheets against your body as you wonder if you should ask the question in your head.

Fuck it.

“Do you ever think about doing this with someone else?”

Draco’s movements halt, his eyes go wide, and his hands froze as he was typing the strings of the sweats.

“What?” He blurts out and sits in front of you.

You blush at your question. Your hair falls around your face and you avoid his questioning eyes.

“Like… with Heather??”

You look up at him again.

He’s fish mouthing for words as his mouth is agape, his eyebrows fur together, and he lets out a hiss of air.

“I mean…” he starts and you shut your eyes already regretting your curious question.

“I don’t want to know! I don’t even know why I asked,” you rush to say.

Draco’s hand reaches yours, “I have never thought about doing this with anybody else.”

You met his eyes. He’s being sincere.

“But..” now it’s you furring your eyebrows together as you think about his answer.

“Don’t you fancy Heather?”

You see him hesitate with his answer.

“I… yeah. I-I do.”

There it is. The final tug on your heart that makes it fall apart. You sigh as you close your eyes and grip onto the bed sheets.

You suddenly feel cold. No more warmth surrounds you and you start getting out of the bed. You move to your drawer, which yes you had a whole drawer in Draco’s room, and you had more than a whole drawer in here.

You’re favorite baby pink mug that was strawberry themed sat next to Draco’s favorite one on the dresser counter next to the kettle. Draco had actually gotten it for you in one of the shops, he said he thought of you and even wrapped it up for you. Thus it became your favorite mug.

Your favorite green cardigan was hanging on the coat rack with a spare robe of yours. Your cute cow slippers sat on the side of the bed.

Your bra was hanging on the doorknob. Your panties were on the bedroom floor.

A green butterfly clip was on his nightstand table.

Your clothes was mixed with his in the dirty laundry pile. Tomorrow was laundry day for you guys.

You grip onto the dresser drawer as you try to not to try as you suddenly realize how intertwined your life is with Draco’s.

How intertwined it is… in only this room.

You guys didn’t exist like this outside of this room. Or at least not to peering eyes.

You sigh as you hastily pull a clean pair of undies onto your cold body. You suddenly feel exposed in front of Draco.

You never felt this way in front of him. You can see Draco in the corner of your eyesight and he’s just watching you. You snap on your bra as you continue to tug on whatever piece of clothing you see first.

You continue to shove your feet into some shoes and that’s when you feel Draco’s hang on your arm.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving, Draco. I-I’m going back to my own room and living my own life. I..” you pause and look up at him as his eyebrows are furring in confusion.

“You what, Y/N?” He asks as you both are now staring at each other. His hands are gripping onto your wrists. As if he’s scared you’re going to disappear into thin air if he lets you go.

“I can’t do this anymore, Draco.” You look away from him and down at your feet.

You hear his breathing quiver and he lets go of your wrists when you start to move away. You pick up your bag, shoving things into it as you walk around the room, and you sigh as you feel tears pricking your eyes again.

You look at Draco, you pull on your cardigan, and he’s looking at you in shock. His face is full of despair and he looks absolutely crushed.

“What do you mean you can’t do this anymore?”

“Dray,” you whisper as you wipe away your tears and huff out a bitter laugh. His sad eyes watching your every move.

You do a small twirl around the room and point at him, “This! I can’t do this anymore! I can’t keep us a secret anymore! There.. there isn’t even an us to begin with! We’re just fucking around as friends with benefits and we’ve already reached our end. You want to be with Hannah, then go bloody be with her! I won’t be the body that keeps your bed warm while you picture me as somebody else. This thing between us has gone way too far! I-I can’t let myself be that person, Draco!”

Tears are running down your cheeks as you sniff and wipe them away. Draco’s eyes are filling with tears.

“You’re my best friend. Please don’t do this,” he says with a broken voice.

“But am I anything else?” You spat at him before you think clearly and your hands form fists against your side.

“What?!” Draco half yells at you as he runs a hand through his hair.

“Am I more than just your best friend? Am I more to you than your little secret? Am I more than just this bedroom? More than these four walls that contain us??” You feel as if your are begging him to say something. Your words are begging him.

All Draco had to do was say something. Say something more. If he confessed he loved you or felt the same, you wouldn’t walk out of this room and all would be well. Nothing would change and you could speak about becoming more.

You watch Draco closely as he looks at every inch of your face. He’s so close to you, but somehow feels extremely far away.

“Please, Draco. If I leave this room right now…” you sniff and more tears fall down your cheeks, “Everything changes.”

He hesitates with his answer and he closes his eyes with a sigh. No words leave his mouth and you scoff at him.

There’s your answer. But were you really expecting anything else? No, you truly weren’t.

“I’ll come back for the rest of my things later,” you say as you walk out the door and slam it shut. You wait, for just a second, hoping you’d hear Draco rushing to the door and calling out to you and begging you to come back. Begging you to stay and not leave and that he secretly loved you as well.

No movement was heard from the closed door. No yelling Draco. No rushed footsteps.

Nothing.

You swallow the lump in your throat, tilt your head up, and proceed to walk down the long steps away from his private bedroom. You wonder if you’ll ever come back here again.

Was all this really over between you and Draco?

What about the lifelong friendship you had with him? You doubt you’d ever be able to be only friends with him. Not when you were in love with him.

It was Saturday morning so you knew everybody was going to be off at Hogsmeade today. You continued down the hallway as you wipe away your tears. You debate on going to Hogsmeade and drowning yourself in drinks to forget the aching pain in your chest.

You weren’t even watching where you were going when you suddenly bump into someone and yelp when you feel yourself start to fall down.

You reach out to whoever it was that you bumped into and you feel their arms wrap around your waist to stop your fall. You fall into their arms instead and you hear a deep laugh against your body. You look up to see Cedric Diggory holding you in his arms. You gasp as you quickly fix yourself and get back to your feet.

You start to apologize to him when Cedric brushes you off, “Don’t worry about it.”

He notices your tinted cheeks and red rimmed eyes, his face turns into worry immediately, “Are you alright, y/n?”

You nod at him, “Yes, perfectly fine. Thank you. Just had a rough morning, that’s all.”

He eyes you suspiciously, but doesn’t question you further. He seems a bit nervous as he rocks on his feet. You think he looks a bit cute in his Hufflepuff colored sweater.

“What are you doing right now?” He asks in a quick rush.

“I-I.. what? What am I doing right now?” Your eyes go a bit wide because why is Cedric Diggory even talking to you? You don’t believe you’ve ever had a conversation with him before this moment.

His cheeks start turning red as he smiles at himself, “I’m going to three broomsticks. Meeting up with a couple other friends… and….” He looks at you with a smile and you’re returning the look with a confused one as he continues, “And I was wondering if maybe.. maybe you’d want to join me?”

“Join you and your friends?” You ask in confusion. “You’ve never spoken to me before, Cedric.”

He sputters out an embarrassed laugh and rubs the back of his neck. “I’ve never caught you without Malfoy by your side.”

Your heart tugs a bit and you give Cedric a small smile, “Right.”

“You can invite him if you’d like.”

You have a feeling Cedric wouldn’t like that, but he’s just too nice to not offer. You debate on what to say as you watch Cedric watching you with nerves. You didn’t really feel like spending time with anybody right now, but what else were you going to do other than cry alone in your room? You felt hanging out with Cedric wouldn’t be too horrible.

“Okay,” you say and he breaks out in a big smile. “Awesome,” he says, his eyes crinkling, and you both start to make your way to Hogsmeade.

You two, surprisingly, fall easily into conversation while you walk to the three broomsticks. You both soon meet up with his friends, who are pretty surprised to see you at his side, but are all too nice to question it.

It does surprise you at how easy it felt to have fun with them and you wonder why you hadn’t hanged out with them before today. But you know it’s because most people avoided you because of your friendship with Draco.

After many butterbeers, fire whiskey shots, and some shared platters between all of you.. you feel happy, tipsy, and full. You feel full of warmth again. The sun has already set outside and Draco hasn’t crossed your mind while you continue to laugh at the bickering conversation between the Weasley twins.

That’s until you notice platinum blonde hair walk through the front door.

Draco walks into the bar with Heather Umbridge at his side.

Your laughter dies out quickly as you watch them, all your attention is focused on them, and your mouth feels suddenly dry.

She looks perfect in her lavender colored sweater that contrasts her dark hair and pale skin. She looks beautiful.

“Look who just walked in,” Cho Chang yells at the table. They all look frantically at the door and some of the boys whistle.

You look at them in confusion and Cedric rolls his eyes at the group.

You look at him in curiosity.

“She’s had a thing for Malfoy for a while now. She’s been waiting for the right moment to pounce on him. I guess she finally found it,” he tells you as you turn back to look at Heather and Draco. If looks could kill.

Draco’s eyes are already on you. You see a look flash on his face when he sees Cedric whispering in your ear, his arm laying easily on the back of your booth, and you look too comfortable for his liking. But as soon as you see that expression, it’s gone just as quickly.

Heather spots you all, her hand wraps around Draco’s, you feel green start slithering into you as you clutch your jaw, and you watch them as they come towards you.

Heather smiles at you all, “Room for two more?”

The Weasley twins nod as the scoot more in their side of the booth. Heather sits down and tugs Draco into the spot next to her, her arm still wrapped around his, and she’s smiling so big you think her face might break.

You roll your eyes to yourself, avoiding Draco’s stare, and you continue to sip on your cherry drink. Your favorite.

Conversation easily starts to flow again with the group and nobody notices the awkward tension between you and Draco. You fall into the conversation with your new friends again. You try your best to avoid any interaction with Draco even if you do feel him staring at you the entire time.

You try not to jump when you feel Cedric leaning into your ear, you notice Draco’s hand squeezing his butterbeer too tightly, and you turn your head to Cedric. He smiles a smile that tells you he’s feeling pretty tipsy as well.

“Want to get out of here?” His pretty blue eyes staring at you in wonder.

You ponder if you should or not, but you soon nod at him as you bite your bottom lip. His mouth breaks out into a smile as he looks back at the group. He starts telling them you guys are going to head out already. You allow yourself to look at Draco for the first time tonight.

His eyes are furious as he stares at you, his mouth frowning, and his breathing is picking up slightly.

You slid out of the booth once Cedric gives you a tap.

“You’re leaving already?” Heather pouts at you, you turn to look back at her, she’s leaning her head on Draco’s shoulder, smiling a toothy smile, and Cedric answers her with a wink.

You ignore her and turn back to Cedric until you feel a familiar warm hand grip your wrist. You try to tug it out as you quickly look at him with a scowl and anger fills you.

“Let go,” you tell him as you bare your teeth. You see Heathers face fall when she notices what’s going on. She sits up and it suddenly turns extremely quiet at the table. Even Cedric halts in his steps.

Draco doesn’t let go. Instead he says, “Are we still meeting tonight to study potions?”

You scoff at what he asks you. That was always your secret question to each other when you wanted to ask if you were still on for your nightly sleepover. Sometimes you didn’t even need to ask each other. It was always a given. But right now... the fucking audacity.

You tug hard at your wrist for him to release you and he does. You stare down at him, his eyes wide, and you pout at him. “Fuck you,” you snarl at him as your storm out of the bar. You hear some of the group members gasp lowly.

You and Draco have always been attached to the hip and have never said words like that to each other. Especially never in front of anybody. But you didn’t care anymore. You were too hurt to care.

You start making your way towards the castle, a little wobble because of your state, but you are almost running. Tears are pricking your eyes as you tug on your cardigan since the cold night air wasn’t in your favor.

“Y/N!” You hear a voice yell. You roll your eyes as you can’t believe he followed you. You halt your steps and open your mouth to yell at Draco, but instead you see Cedric.

You gasp a little because you realize that you also ran away from Cedric. Unintentionally.

“Are you alright? Whatever that was back there... was intense,” he stares at you with a questioning gaze.

“We just aren’t getting along right now,” you say. Even if things aren’t right between you two. It still wasn’t anybody’s business.

“Right,” Cedric says as he gives you a smile. You smile back as you watch each other.

“Would you... maybe... wanna go back to my room?”

You bark out a laugh and cover your mouth. You giggle, “A bit forward, aren’t we?”

Cedric blushes. “I swear I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Right,” you say with a teasing smile. Are you flirting with him? You wonder.

“Unless you want something to happen.”

You feel Cedric getting closer to you and you still. You’ve never thought about anybody other than Draco. You’ve never even kissed anybody other than him.

You weren’t sure if it was your broken heart or your tipsy state that lead you to say, “Maybe I do.”

Cedric smiles at your response. He wraps his hand in yours and you both start to walk back to Hogwarts. You wonder if anything will happen in his room tonight.

You soon find yourself at the Hufflepuff side of Hogwarts and he leads you to his room, which surprises you, because turns out he’s head boy. Now your standing in the middle of a yellow theme room with yellow silk sheets and it makes you nervous. You’ve never even laid in a different colored bed before.

You hope you aren’t making a mistake.

While you were in Cedric room, Draco Malfoy was storming into Hogwarts with Heather at his side.

“Stop following me,” Draco snaps at Heather and she halts, but pulls his hand roughly.

“I don’t understand,” she cries out to him as he rolls his eyes at her. He can’t deal with this right now. He needs to find you and explain himself. He’s a bloody idiot.

“What don’t you understand?”

“I thought you liked me!” Her face is beat red in anger while she stares at Draco.

“I don’t! I never have. You must have gotten the wrong impression,” he says carelessly as he turns around and starts speed walking towards the Hufflepuff area of the castle. He hears Heather huff and puff in anger, but he can’t let himself even give her another moment as he races to you.

He hopes he can reach you before he thinks about what might be happening right now with you and Diggory.

Maybe if he wasn’t such a bloody idiot, he wouldn’t be running down the Hogwarts hallways in distress that you might by laying with someone that’s not him.

Letting someone else touch your skin, kiss your lips, and feel you in ways only he ever has.

“Fuck!” He cries out as he feels his heart tearing into pieces at the thoughts and images running through his mind.

He hopes he isn’t too late.

‘Hate The Club Pt.2

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part 1 here

PAIRING: Aged up! Earth!42 Miles x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Smut, Slow Burn, Fluff

WARNINGS: Nudity, Strong Langauge, Alcohol, Strip Clubs, Strippers, Vaginal Sex, Degradation + Praise kink, Breeding kink, Mild Spitting, Cunninglus, Fingering, Blowjob, Sub!Reader, Stripping, Grinding, Slight choking, Public sex? (you'll see), Dirty Talk, Dumbification, Oral sex.

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“im miles morales”

You were snapped out of your thoughts at those words as you looked down at his hand. jesus christ they’re large, you wonder how’d they feel inside you-

“pleasure to meet you Miles Morales” you shook his hand hesitantly, staring up at him through thick lashes with a small smile, you couldn’t lie you were a nervous wreck. Out of everyone he could’ve chose he actually picked you? He’s never done this to any other dancer before..you thought back to Diana’s words.

He smirks at you, waving off his guards in attempt to leave him alone as your boss gives a thumbs up before leaving. “when your ready, show him to the private vip rooms y/n” she waves off walking away to talk to the other dancers.

You give one glance in your vanity, you looked good enough, nothing was smudged. Unknowist to you though, Miles was dragging his eyes up and down your figure, his gaze lingering on your chest as if undressing you with his eyes.

You turn back around to face him, getting up as he follows behind you. “..Allow me to show you to our rooms” you try to sound confident but something about him trailing behind you made you feel super self conscious, your voice wavering as you tried focusing on the rooms ahead.

His eyes followed your body, halting at the way your hips swayed when walking as he spoke “..You were quite good out there, don’t think iv met a dancer with that much potential” there was a change of tone with that last word, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it as you blushed lightly, leading him down a hallway, opening a door for him ushering him in.

“Thankyou, i’ve only started a couple months ago. From what I heard ‘Thee Miles Morales’ only shows up once in a while” You say softly, walking in behind him as you locked the door, you couldn’t help it, you wanted to know what was in that unreadably mind of his.

“Im a busy guy, mamí” He says huskily, his voice lowering a octowave at the petname making your knees slightly week. R&B music was playing slowly, as red lights flashed in the room, lighting the place up, in the centre was a pole as he moved to sit at the back of the room on a velvet couch.

You watched him relax, manspreading, you couldn’t help but dart your eyes between his legs before flicking them back to his face. He smirked.

“Didn’t your parents teach you it’s rude to stare mí amor?” He teased grinning, white canines showing sending a slight shiver down your spine.

“I like to appreciate what’s in front of me..” You snap lightly, trying to keep your composure as you stepped towards the pole, his gaze lowering to your body every now and then.

“You don’t wanna play that game with me baby or you’ll just end up not leaving this room until im done with you” He snaps back, eyes lidded slightly at your remark.

Your head was lightly spinning with lust now, oh boy did you want to test that theory, it peaked your interest knowing what he could do to you without anyone knowing, especially in a public place like this.

I bit my lip standing in-front of him, remembering that i still had a job to do and messing about with clients was against the policy unfortunately in the case as I reluctantly changed the subject. “So baby, what would you like me to do for you?..Im all yours in this room” You purr, circling the pole whilst maintaining eye contact.

“Nah nah don’t give me that bullshit, I think y’already know what to do mamí” He laces his words with his heavy accent, making heat pool in your stomach.

“Came here to see your lil’ show” He speaks again, his eyes uncomfortably staring into yours as he intertwined his fingers together as if judging you, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

You hum a hint of mischief in your eyes, Eager to please him, you start circling the pole, moving in-front of it as you dropped down on your heels, back arched against the pole as you circled your hips against it, the r&b music matching your rhythm as your ass grinded against the pole.

His eyes lidded some more, darkening a little as he looked down at you, watching your every movement, his eyes maintaining intense eye contact with you.

His stare was making you feel a certain way at this point and was hard to concentrate as you looked to your side, breathing out subtly in stress, standing back up as your legs hooked onto the pole, climbing onto it as you prompt yourself upside down, your curves hugging the pole as you slide down.

“Don’t look that way baby, Keep ya eyes on me y’hear me?” he punctuated his words with a tap to his temple, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as you looked back at him nodding, almost loosing your balance at his words; feeling your cheeks heat up. thankgod to these red lights for camouflaging your current state you thought as you maintained the eye contact, landing in the splits as a cool down.

The music switched now, to a more sensual r&b song as you got on your knees, crawling towards him slowly as you put both hands on each of his knees. From here he had a good view of your cleavage right in-front of his cock, speaking of which was bulging slightly as he looked at you amusingly.

This gave you a confidence boost knowing you had at least some effect on him as you stood up, climbing into his lap and staddling him as you body rolled for him, hips and waist swaying calculatingly at the song as you wrapped your manicured hands around his neck for stability.

His eyes darkened impossibly more at this, his large hands coming up to grab your waist, slotting himself perfectly as if your waist was made for his hands as he guided you, his eyes watching your body hungrily, drifting to your chest then back to your face.

You felt electric coursing through you at his touch, making you feel hot as you felt his bulge under your thigh, a slight ache beginning to grow between your legs, arching into his touch as if this wasn’t anymore harder than it needed to be.

Miles licked his lips, his hold on you tightening as he felt a slight grind of your hips against his hard on before releasing you entirely.

Confused, you left his lap, standing up between his legs, hot and bothered.

“Something wrong?” You asked concerned, panting slightly.

Miles ignored you, reaching into his pocket pulling out 2 stacks of cash, throwing it at the ground near the pole.

“Strip.” He said huskily.

Your eyes widened in disbelief as you furrowed your brows at him. “w-what?” you stuttered out.

“I said strip for me, princesa” he repeated, his voice low and deep at the petname as he rested his chin on his hand almost amused at your reaction.

Your swallowed thickly, your heart and brain battling each other. You weren’t allowed to do this, no dancers are allowed to engage sexually with clients for a safety reason but at the same time there was this heavy tension between you and him and you didn’t know whether or not you’d have a chance to do this again. You couldn’t deny your growing lust and desire for him.

“What you want baby cmon. More money? you best answer before I end up doing it myself and ripping those clothes off you, because your driving me fucking crazy amor” his harsh words made you feel lightheaded compared to the sweet pet-names as you still said nothing, stood frozen in place until he beckoned you with his finger, drawing a come here motion with his fingers.

You were at a loss of words, feeling yourself slowly grow damp at his previous words as you stepped closer to him in consent. You couldn’t resist any longer you were eager to feel him-…to have him feel you- to have him inside you.

he pulled you in by your waist, looking up at you for any protests in which you nodded giving him the sign to continue.

Not a moment later, he gripped your sides of your bodysuit, ripping it apart easily exposing your bare tits to him, bouncing free from its restraints as you gasped. you didn’t have any panties on so you here you were, nude in-front of the man you wanted so bad.

His eyes darkened instantly, intently studying your body, his gaze wandering to each curve, each dip of your waist and hips and to your breasts and plush thighs. To you it looked like he was about to devour you as he bit the inside of his cheek, you could see a vein throbbing in his neck as he did so.

You felt shy under his gaze but also turned on at how easily he managed to rip it as you squirmed a little when he pulled you in by your waist, letting you straddle his lap, his hard on prominent and brushing against your bare cunt making a inaudible gasp leave your mouth.

He chuckled at your reaction, laugh deep in his throat, as lust filled his eyes. “fuck..your gorgeous y’know that?” his voice low as he lets out a low growl, his hands roaming your body, squeezing and feeling every curve and dip as his eyes fixated to your exposed state.

You panted heavily at his words, hands resting on his broad shoulders, As he pulled you in for a kiss, his lips smashing against yours roughly, fighting instantly for dominance in which you easily submitted to him, his mouth opening yours delicately as his tongue invaded your mouth, he tasted like vanilla and caramel as your tongues swirled against each other with you gasping into the kiss. His left hand moved to your ass, slapping it causing you to moan into his mouth as he pulled back a bit, biting at your bottom lip, smirking at your reaction.

You pulled back, a string of saliva connecting you two as his hand travelling up to your breasts, groping and squeezing them gently as his mouth trailed down to your jaw, leaving butterfly kisses and gentle bites before moving to your neck.

You whimpered at his actions, hips bucking slightly for some friction, you were a desperate mess at this point, that kiss wore you down to nothing at this point as he kissed down your neck, sucking on it, leaving hickies in its wake as he squeezed your tits roughly.

“a-ah..miles-“ You whined at his treatment on you as he kissed down your collarbone, trailing to the valley of your breasts.

“Can’t get enough of this beautiful body sweetheart..” he groans lowly, taking your left breast into his mouth, engulfing your nipple onto his wet tongue, the sensation was too much, your back arching into his mouth as he sucked roughly on your peak, his tongue swirling around your areola.

You moaned softly in response, eyes squinting shut as he switched to your right breast giving it the same treatment, your hips subconsciously bucking into his own, grinding down onto him as your hands grasped his braids.

He stopped his actions at your grinding, panting slightly at the sensation as he bucked his hips upright, pulling away to peel off his hoodie.

Your jaw grew slack at what you saw, his body was nothing compared to underneath, he had muscular biceps, not too big but definitely had some muscle there as you trailed a hand to his subtle abs. Your nails scratched lightly against him as he groaned lowly grabbing your hands and suddenly pinning you underneath him.

He let go of your hands, grinning as he kissed down your body, his hands rubbing your plush thighs affectionately as he trailed kisses down the valley of ur breasts, to your stomach, all the way to your pelvis before stopping.

“Spread your legs for me hermosa” he whispered almost demandingly as he looked down at you. His hands underneath your thighs.

You nodded in response, mind too full of lust to care at this point as you widened your legs for him, revealing your dripping pussy.

He groaned loudly, his grip tightening on your thighs as he stared at your pussy.

“Poor thing is just crying for my attention huh?” he smirked, rubbing his hands up your thighs as you squirmed.

He leaned down between your legs kissing your inner thighs and biting on them, sucking hickies into each of them and trailing upwards but not to the area you needed him most.

“..please…” You panted heavily, hands throwing themselves at his head tugging in frustration as you looked down at him.

“Shh..i got you mamas jus’wanna take my time loving on you” he looks up at you before flattening his tongue on your clit.

Your hips jolt at the sudden feeling, your hands gripping his hair again as you cried out in relief at the feeling of his wet tongue on your clit. He sucked it a couple times, his mouth engulfing it before drawing figures of 8 with his tongue. The lewd sounds reaching your ears as you closed your eyes.

“..mmnh!” you whine as he pulls back, thumbing your clit as his tongue licks a strip from your slit all the way up, he doesn’t fail to notice how your thighs widen further for him as he chuckles.

“Lemme hear you baby, you feeling good?” he rasps as he thrusts his tongue into your pussy, a choked out moan escaping you as he pushed his face further into your pussy. Eating you out like it’s his last meal.

“o-oh-..” You choke off into moan gripping his hair tightly as your eyes roll back slightly, his wet muscle grazing your g spot deliciously as your pussy clenched around his tongue, his nose bumping against your clit each time you grind against his face making him take you further into his mouth.

He groans slightly into your pussy, the vibration making you feel euphoric as you arch your back, your thighs shaking as Miles pins your thighs down, tongue lapping up your never ending juices as he mutters how good you taste.

He pulls back a little, his index and middle finger suddenly shoved into your pussy, thrusting slowly as you cry out in pleasure, your pussy throbbing at how large his fingers fill you.

“Tell me what you want baby hm, you wanna cum? Wanna make a mess on my fingers? or my mouth?” he smirks knowing you can’t answer, too fucked dumb to respond as he feels you clenching around his fingers tightly.

You nod incoherently, mouth open agape as you feel his mouth come back to sucking your clit and thats all it takes to drive you over the edge. Your eyes rolling back as your back arched painfully, hips twitching as you gushed all over his fingers. A pornographic moan escaping your mouth as you ride out your orgasm.

Miles pulls out his fingers, dripping with your slick as he growls loudly, his mouth lapping up your orgasm as you twitch in overstimulation, hands desperately tugging his hair in sensitivity.

“n’more…pant…s’too much..” you cry out, thighs shaking as you pant heavily as he pulls back crawling up towards you.

“My bad baby, just tasted too good” he grins, pushing his slick covered fingers into your mouth.

Even though you were exhausted, you sucked on them, eager to please him as you tasted yourself on his fingers, he audible groaned pulling you up as you sat up for him, his fingers leaving you mouth as he stood up undoing his pants.

You watched as he tugged his jeans down, his boxers showing off his painful hard on as he tugged it down revealing his fully erect cock, standing 7inches tall. Your eyes widened at the length and width as you saw precum ooze from the tip, your stomach having butterflies at the thought of it fitting inside you.

He laughed slightly at your reaction, as his fingers threaded through your hair, your hand eagerly coming to wrap around his shaft pumping him a few times.

He winces, eyes looking down at you as he gripped your hair tighter. You took this as a sign to keep going as you kitten licked the tip, his precum salty on your tongue as he cursed under his breathe.

Without a second thought you took his cock into your mouth, half of it inching down your throat as you it hit the hilt making you gag. Your sounds euphoric to Miles as he gripped your hair roughly, trying to control himself not to thrust into your mouth right then and there.

“oh..shit…” he moans, his deep voice making your pussy clench over nothing as his sounds were addicting to you, stirred you to keep going as you moaned around his length.

He thrusted into your mouth slightly, his head lolling back as you gagged, tears brimming your eyes as he pulled out of your mouth.

He looked down at you grinning. “..Jesus christ you were gonna make me cum before i even had the chance to fuck you” he says breathlessly as his hands come to cup your jaw taking in your fucked out state which to him, turned him on more.

You smiled tiredly as he laid you back down, him laying between your thighs lining himself up at your entrance. Your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer as he inched himself inside you.

You both moaned in sync, the delicious stretch making your brain go fuzzy as Miles bottomed out with a thrust, balls deep inside you.

“Oh..fuck- goddamn your so fucking tight.. baby” He groaned, his head resting in the crook on your neck, letting you adjust.

“m-miles!” You moaned out, wiggling your hips slightly silently telling him to move, your pussy clenching around him like a vice.

“Relax f’me baby…fuck-“ He moved his head back up pulling you into a kiss as he started thrusting at a steady pace, his biceps flexing as you struggled to kiss back, moaning into his mouth, making him smile.

Your manicured nails raked down his back, scratching him and holding on for dear life as he pistoned his hips faster at your moans. Your body shaking with each thrust, his tip hitting your cervix and making you feel impossibly full.

He pulled back from the kiss, his hand reaching to your throat as his other hand gripped your waist as he spat on your pussy. “Your doing s’good f’me baby…sucha good girl f’me…” he groaned, leaning down to kiss your neck.

“o-ohh god…miles” you moan loudly, your pussy clenching at his hand around your throat and the thought of his spit on your pussy. You could feel him everywhere at once, his mouth on your neck, his hands, your bodies smushed together.

“You like that? huh?…You like when im fucking you like a slut?..fuck..your such a whore for me aren’t you?..just begging for your pussy for be destroyed by me” He insinuated his words with a squeeze to your throat making your eyes roll back, nodding as you squeezed around him, cockdrunk over him fucking you so good.

“Aw..is my baby too fucked dumb to answer?..I’m gonna constantly use this pussy whenever I want..bet you’d like that wouldn’t you? Me staying inside you 24/7 like the good girl you are..what would the others think of you walking in and seeing you like this?” Miles growled, his hand coming off ur throat to press at your lower stomach, feeling the bulge of his dick against his hand.

You were babbling incoherently now, brain melting at his words, just constant pleas and yes’s! coming out your mouth as you could feel your orgasm approaching for the 2nd time that night.

He grabbed your hand from his neck, pressing it to your lower belly. “You feel that baby?…feel how deep i am inside you?…s-shit your milking me..” He groaned at your tightness, pushing himself impossibly deeper into your cunt.

Your eyes widened at his words, drool slipping out the corner of your mouth as i grabbed his jaw pulling him to you.

“C-cum inside me-..miles!..ah” You moaned, looking at him with lidded eyes, the coil in your stomach twisting tightly.

He smirked at your request, panting heavily as his balls slapped against your ass with each thrust. “M’gonna breed you baby don’t worry…ill fill you with my load” He chuckled at your fucked out expression, his hand coming to swipe away the drool off your mouth as he pounded into you at a inhumane pace.

Hearing his words drove you over the edge, snapping the coil inside you as your back arched, muscles spasming and pussy locking onto his cock as you creamed all over dick. Mouth open in a hoarse moan of his name. as your eyes rolled back to your skull, you felt like you were on cloud 9 as Miles helped you ride out your orgasm, your facial expression setting him off as he groaned loudly, his seed filling you up to the brim as he thrusted lazily, pushing his seed deeper inside you.

You both laid there panting, coming down from your high, Miles pulled out of you slowly, you whimpering at the feeling of his seed dripping out of you.

“Are you okay?..” He panted, looking up at you and brushing your cheek affectionately.

“Yeah..Im okay” You breath out smiling at him, hands wrapping around his neck pulling him against your chest.

You both laid there, cuddling each other enjoying the post glow and enjoying each others embrace until a knock on the door interrupted you guys.

“Oh my god! Y/N! you fucked MILES DIDN’T YOU? I KNOW YOUR IN THERE. Girl i need all the details!” You heard Diana’s voice booming from the otherside of the door, along with her squeals. You laughed rolling your eyes as Miles scoffed.

“You’d better tell her how you can’t walk for the next couple days then.” He Smiled.

Ethan Landry as a Boyfriend Headcanons (SFW AND NSFW)

I was bored so rewatched Scream 6 and these just popped into my mind, hope you enjoy!

Warning/s: 18+, Fem!AFAB!Girlfriend, language, mentions of smut, oral, p in v, riding, sub!Ethan, begging, mentions of orgasm denial, degrading kink, praise kink, sweet and soft Ethan, you get the picture

Word count: approx 600

SFW

Very, very clingy. Feels completely out of touch when he’s not around you. The boy will follow you around like a little lost puppy

Big on physical contact. He likes to always be holding your hand or have your arm tucked into his

Yah, he’s touch starved

He’s literally obsessed with you.

Like, to the point where it’s probably concerning to those around you

He’s a shy little bastard though

Gets overstimulated in large groups of people so will absolutely cling to you for dear life in malls

But he really likes going shopping with you and helping you pick out clothes

He absolutely LOVES when you play with his hair

He’ll lie with his head on your lap for hours just relishing in the feeling of your fingers running through his curls

Likes to fall asleep with you in his arms, or the other way round depending

He’s a big spoon little spoon switch for REAL

He blushes every time you pay him a compliment

“You look really nice today, baby”

INSTANTLY RED. How cute is he?

Bless his heart, he’s not a good cook at all so you’re the one who ends up doing the cooking

But he’ll try his best to help until you have to kick him out of the kitchen for somehow burning water

But he’ll sit at the table and watch you cook away with a big old smile on his face

Doesn’t really use pet names himself, but loves it when you call him “baby,” “babe,” and “honey.”

His love languages are quality time, physical touch and words of affirmation

He could sit and listen to you talk about your day forever

He’s the best to gossip with

“And then he told her to fuck off!”

“Shut up, no he didn’t? What happened next??“

Such a good boyfriend, right?

NSFW

He’s a needy little fucker

Like HONESTLY so fucking needy

Such a sub it’s not even funny

Two words: PUSSY WORSHIP

He’ll literally be begging to eat you out until you cum

Over and over again

Will always want to make sure you’ve had at least a couple of orgasms before he even gets his cock out

LOVES when you fuck his face, I don’t make the rules

Absolute master of eating pussy

Guys got the kind of mouth invented for going down

Loves messily sucking on your clit and getting your juices all over his face

He’s such a slut for you, he’d go out of his way to make you feel good

Don’t ask me why, but he’s a thigh and tits kinda guy and pussy obviously

He likes when you’re on top when having sex, completely dominating and taking full control

He himself doesn’t have a dominant bone in his body

Begs really prettily

He absolutely 100% whimpers

He’s so fucking vocal

Likes when you pull his hair when you’re fucking him

Really riles him up

Won’t say it, but loves to be denied of release

Actively wants you to deny him so that when you grant him permission, the satisfaction is just oh so much better

Again, won’t say it but he loves when you’re blowing him and after he already cums you keep sucking

THAT kind of over stimulation? He likes

He’ll be sobbing, saying “thank you, thank you” over and over again when you let him cum

Likes when you look into his eyes while blowing him too. Does all kinds of things to him

Goes absolutely wild when you praise him

He’s playing with your clit just right?

“You’re such a good boy, baby.”

He’d be trying not to bust then and there

He also loves being degraded

Call him pathetic and needy and he’ll be a whimpering mess, almost sobbing from your words and especially if you’re overstimulating him

But balance out the praise and degradation

He’s a very sensitive guy in more ways than one

When you’re riding him he’ll be gazing up at you, hands on your hips watching your tits bouncing and just feel like he’s in heaven

Loves loves loves when you touch yourself in front of him

Really enjoys lazy, early morning sex

But loves long sessions in the afternoon even more

As I said, deny him and he’ll last as long as he can

Don’t deny him? Baby will cum just from eating you out alone he fucking loves it

What can I say? He’d do anything that brings you pleasure. He’s just that kinda guy

a spiders bite

pairing: spider-man!ethan landry x female!reader

WC: 1.5K

warnings: cursing, mention of panic attacks. should be it!

summary: ethan doesn’t seem to understand that his actions are hurting the people that love him.

A/N: spider-man au is like top 5 best AUs! definitely plan to write more in the future for ethan and others. i like to think i was the first one to mention jack as a peter parker varient (i wasn’t the first) honestly would be down for a part2 if there are requests/ideas.

also would love to plug @echnated​ for their WONDERFUL spider-man!ethan x black cat!reader and @burnyouwithacigarettelighter and their spider-man!ethan series💗💗

@alecmores my editor🫶🏻

been in the drafts since april 22

masterlist / ethan landry

“you’re an idiot. an actual idiot!”

“how am i-“ “you could have gotten killed or revealed your identity!” a swift smack to his chest with the back of your hand.

“how about a- a thank you, you know? instead of this hostility?” ethan yanked the bug-eyed mask off his face and his pillow of curls stuck out in all directions. 

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18+ // boyfriend Megumi (21+) // female reader

Megumi is strangely insistent that you wear your earbuds when you go out shopping today– you always do. Listening to music in busy environments helps you feel calm, as if there’s nobody else there.

But it seems that you’re not going to be listening to music today as you receive a call from your boyfriend, telling you not to speak.

He continues, telling you he’s hard for you, telling you what he wants to do to you. His low voice is soothing in your ear, but you’re getting very distracted from the task at hand.

You hear him moving around, you imagine what he might be doing.

You’re not surprised when wet, slapping noises enter your ears.

You can only sigh and bite your lip, trying to continue shopping.

His breathing gets heavier as he strokes and squeezes himself impatiently.

He starts moaning and sighing, pumping faster, adding more lube.

You’re just about to reach over and put something in your basket when you hear him again, his voice needy and low, “want you…”

Fuck. Your hand wavers, your cheeks flush pink. You can’t believe he’s doing this to you.

Of course, you love him talking to you and moaning for you at home, but in the supermarket?

“wanna feel you on my dick, princess”

His tormenting continues.

“need you to come home”

He pauses, breath hitching in his throat. His hand suddenly stops moving. He takes a few deep breaths, almost panting.

To your shock he lets out a whine, “please”

Fuck.

He starts moving again, you hear his hand pumping his length, wet and hard.

He stops and starts and lets out hot breaths and moans of your name.

He’s torturing himself.

He’s doing it for you.

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So Nice (Mamaguro x F!Reader x Toji Fushiguro)

Words: 3k // mdni

Mamaguro = Mamagumi (to me they are the same person and mamaguro just sounds better)

Tw: dark content: noncon/dubcon, somno (noncon), drunk reader gets taken advantage of, grooming, power imbalance, predatory behavior, perv!mamaguro, toji is enabling and enjoying, age gap, petnames, mommy/daddy kink, reader is clueless, panty stealing, obsession with reader implied, mastrubation, oral (f->f), toji is professional shoe remover, mind games, probably will have a part 2 I have more thoughts

Teaser: "You're just so sweet, (Y/N)-chan," she sighs and slips your panties on. They hardly fit over her plump, perfect ass.

don't perceive me

Living with the Fushiguros is fine. You hate it. But it's nothing they do. You feel bad about it because they don't want you to pay rent and this whole arrangement is just way too nice. That is what you hate about it. You curse Megumi for still when you have your daily phone calls.

"How's it going?" He asks. "Are my parents nice?"

"I still hate you." You say.

Megumi moved for college while you got into a school nearby which meant you would just keep living at home. It just made so much sense to Megumi that you moved into his old room given your situation at home.

They made the decision for you. You couldn't say no. Megumi asked his parents, they agreed, they moved all his stuff and then told you and gave you the keys as they broke the news, getting ready to take you to ikea to get furniture for you. How could you say no?!

Megumi and you have been friends for a very long time and perhaps you can argue that his parents raised you more than your own. You practically lived at theirs already. But still. It felt weird. Not giving them anything back.

You tried to do all the chores and get groceries as often as possible. Your job didn't pay much but you could give them a little. It would make you feel better.

The Fushiguros are a fancy couple. Their apartment is fancy. In a modern high-rise building on two stories. You know they are rich and that the money they spend on you probably is pennies to them but you just wish you could offer something back.

》》》》

It is late when Ms. and Mr. Fushiguro come home from their date.

"She's probably scrubbed the whole apartment," she laughs softly. "She's so tense… she shouldn't be… she knows us."

"It's kind of adorable," Toji opens the door for his wife. "And we don't have to fight about who does the chores."

"Funny," she looks back at him and her coat slips off her shoulders. Toji catches it right before it hits the ground and hangs it up. He gets on his knees and undoes the straps of her heels then takes them off for her, discarding them in the shoe rag nearby.

Mamaguro pats her husband's head like he's been a good puppy then walks into the open kitchen/living room space. "(Y/N)-chan, we brought you– ah," she smiles, seeing you passed out on the couch. "Adorable indeed."

She puts the food in the fridge and pours two glasses of water for herself and Toji, sitting on the counter.

"Baby, say, you think she's hot?"

Toji chokes on his water, looking at his wife with lowered eyebrows to grasp her intention. "She's not ugly." That seems reasonable to say.

"Well, I think she's so hot."

Toji puts his glass down and grins. "No, no, darling, you're not thinking about fucking your son's best friend who is living with us."

"I am surprised you aren't," she kisses the corner of his lips then walks to the couch.

"What are you doing?" Toji whispers and follows.

"I just want to see her." Mamaguro kneels before your sleeping form. It's not like she's not already seen you in vulnerable situations. You should fully close the door when you change, that's hardly her fault. But she could never get the full view. You are wearing your sleeping shorts and a loose t-shirt with it that has already hiked up to your belly button. Mamaguro slowly pushes the hem of the shirt up higher until your breasts spill out.

"Would you look at that," she smirks, seeing your pierced nipples. Your tits are so beautiful, she can hardly hold back. She wants to devour you, always has. You'd look so good all fucked out for her.

"This is so fucked up, mama," Toji says but he's grinning, eyes fixed on your sleeping form and the way your breasts rise and fall with each of your sound breaths.

"Come here," Mamaguro takes his hand and pulls him to her side, undoing his dress pants. His large palm strokes through her dark hair.

"She will wake up."

"She won't. And you want to," she grins up at him, freeing his very much erect cock from Toji's briefs.

"Heh," Toji licks his lips. Who could blame him? His wife is being a menace.

Mamaguro spits on his cock then uses her hands to twist Toji's length, up and down, thumb pressing into his sensitive slit ever so often. She can get him to orgasm fast, knows his body as good as her own after years of marriage and love. Their fire never died.

"Shh," she hushes when Toji is getting just a little too loud. "You don't wanna wake our precious darling."

Toji bites his lip, dazed eyes meeting his wife's beautiful, crazy, blue ones. He looks at your pierced tits again, how you're sleeping there all innocently, exposed so lewdly to them without your knowledge.

"Yes," Mamaguro husks, making her husband ejaculate on your sweet, firm breasts. "So perfect, look."

Toji runs a hand over his sweaty forehead, needing a moment to recover. It does look perfect and Mamaguro's heart-shaped eyes don't help at all. She's so into this. She's crazy. She pulls your shirt down again, his semen staining the light blue. She can't wait for you to wake up and wonder what you spilled on yourself. She is so wet.

"Cmere," he hooks an arm around her and throws her on his shoulder. "You're crazy, mama."

》》》》

Mmaguro had no lewd intentions at all. She swears. She wanted to ask you what you want for dinner… that's all. She opens the door, she never knocks, just a gap and stops instantly hearing the soft hum of what undeniably is a vibrator. Your TV covers the noise but only as long as you're behind the closed door.

Your grey panties have a visible stain, your legs spread wide as you rub the vibrator up and down your folds.

Her hand slips into her own underwear, toying with her swelling clit as she watches the damp spot on your cute undies grow more prominent.

What if she'd walk in now and just help you out? She can't see your face from this angle but she imagines it. Your brows tugged together, blushing, lips parted. She needs you.

"Oh… hmmmm," you moan softly and your legs tremble. Mamaguro lets out a soft sigh herself but this beautiful display isn't enough to make her cum.

Later that day she comes in to collect your dirty laundry. In the privacy of the laundry room she rummage through it until she finds those same grey panties.

"Jackpot," she smiles, stuffing them in the back pocket of her jeans and getting the laundry started. She then disappears in the bedroom, taking off her clothes and laying down in the center of the bed.

She starts feeling her busty chest, pinching and tugging, then her hands dip into her soaking folds, rubbing her clit. Mamaguro smells your dirty underwear, licks at it hoping to still taste your cum. She moans.

"You're just so sweet, (Y/N)-chan," she sighs and slips your panties on. They hardly fit over her plump, perfect ass.

She rubs her swollen cunt through the fabric, rubbing whatever of your essence she can get into herself until she cums.

"My wife… is a fucking panty thief," Toji grins, standing before the bed. Mamaguro was so horny she didn't even notice.

He grabs her ankle and pulls her to the edge of the bed, pushing your ruined panties aside with one finger before entering his wife's soaking cunt. He fucks her for hours and your panties never come off.

》》》》

"You two don't get into trouble," Toji says and kisses his wife. You understand he has to go on some business trip of sorts and then visits his friend and Megumi on the way back.

"Of course not," she smiles. "You don't make any trouble."

He blows in her face and hugs her again. You want what they have. You feel so bad for watching them constantly, their small displays of devotion. You don't want them to think you're a creep.

"Bye, (Y/N)!"

"Bye, Mr. Fushiguro!" You call and wave. The door closes and Mamaguro smiles at you.

"So now that it's just us girls, what should we do?"

Oh, and she has fun planned.

The next day you come downstairs in the late morning to grab breakfast. You and Mamaguro watched her favorite romcoms until super late in the night. She fell asleep at some point, her head fell into your lap. At first you didn't know what to do but then you just gently ran your fingers through her raven hair and let her sleep. She is the most beautiful woman you know and you didn't want to wake her when she was so peaceful. You fell asleep at some point as well and you don't know how exactly but you ended up waking up in her arms, pressed flushed to her. You then decided to head to bed. The couch isn't comfortable to spend the night on after all.

"Good morning," you call. There's a bit of panic in you. What if it is awkward now? You basically cuddled last night. But it wasn't awkward at night so why would it be now.

"Morning, (Y/N)-chan," she walks around the kitchen counter and you swallow. She's just wearing a sheer rope and her underwear. But this is her apartment, if she wanted to be naked that would be fine with you. And you're both girls. You can be comfortable like that with each other… it's normal.

"Did you sleep well, Ms. Fushiguro?"

"Not really. When you sleep next to someone every night and then they are gone, you notice it."

"That makes sense," you sit down. "Can I do anything for you?"

"I thought we go shopping today."

You should have said no. Your guilt only deepens with every thing she buys you. And she doesn't stop. She just does no matter what you say. So many expensive clothes.

"Just try it on, it will look so good!"

And then you do and when you walk out of the changing room she smiles softly. "We are taking that."

"Ms. Fushiguro, I really don't feel comfortable with you buying so much for me. I could never pay you back," you finally say, standing there in some designer store with a cute dress on your body that could buy food for months.

She gets up from her seat and walks toward you, running her knuckles softly over your cheek. You smell her saffron perfume. It smells lavish, expensive and sexy. Megumi really has her eyes, like a copy of it. The soft smile wrinkles around her eyes are so cute.

"Darling, let me spoil you, kay? I'd rather spent my money on a cute thing like you than anything else," she says, no, it's a soft whisper. She turns away and you swallow hard. Your blood is boiling, your breath is shortened.

Mamaguro grins to herself. "We can work something out if you feel like you must pay me back."

"Okay!" You say quickly, voice faint. At this point you'd do anything.

"We will take that and the shoes!" She tells the sales associate.

"Thank you," you say, digging your nails into your palm. The dress is perfectly sitting on your body. You do want it.

Later that night as you clean up the kitchen together you take all your courage and finally ask. You are sure she just said it to ease your mind, that you could pay her back because you both know you never could. Not with money anyway. If she wants you to scrub the grout until it shines again… you will.

"So… how can I repay you?" You ask.

"Sleep in my bed tonight. So I won't be so terribly lonely."

"Okay," you say quietly. You will definitely not tell Megumi about this.

Night rolls by and you should really not be this nervous. It's just sharing a bed. She said she sleeps better when someone is next to her. That someone is usually Toji of course but a body is a body.

You crawl in and turn your back to her, thinking it would be the most respectful thing to do. "Goodnight, Ms. Fushiguro."

"Goodnight, honey," she hums and turns off the lights. The bed shifts and she slips under the covers as well. You close your eyes after a moment but then her hand slips around your waist, making you the little spoon.

"Is that okay?" She whispers. Her fingers move a little under your shirt to feel your skin. "Can I do that?"

"Y-yes." You can't say no and there's no reason to. You're just… comforting her… right?

Mamaguro waits until she is absolutely certain you are sleeping. It takes so much self control. She is breathless, pressing her thighs together to ease the throbbing. She needs you. Her hands roam your sleeping body with the utmost care, pinching your nipples gently, feeling your curves. She is addicted. Her fingers gently dip into your panties, feeling the neatly kept pubes.

What if she would just wake you up, her face buried in your sweet cunt? What would you do? She wants to bite into your neck but she knows she can't. She rolls on her side of the bed and spreads her legs, gliding a finger through her wet folds.

Mamaguro takes care of herself, never taking her eyes off you. Then she takes her position next to you again, softly running her cum soaked fingers over your lips, sharing it with you. "Goodnight, honey."

》》》》

You close the door and sink to the ground instantly.

It was your second college party. It was so much fun. But you didn't know your limit. Not at all. You have never been so drunk. The Fushiguros will find you passed out right next to their shoe rag in the morning, probably in your own vomit. You feel like vomiting. No. No. Don't think about it. Just don't.

You hear a little chuckle and look up. Like you have to really look up because Mr. Fushiguro is tall. Like really tall.

"We've all been there, kiddo," he laughs softly.

"Cmon," he grabs your ankle and lifts your foot up, making you tumble back and your ass lifts up.

You try so hard to press your thighs together but you are pretty sure your whole butt is exposed to him anyway. At least you are wearing cute underwear. He takes your platform heels off then throws you over his shoulder.

"Do I weigh anything to you at all?" You giggle.

"No," he says.

"I need to throw up," you say.

"I know."

"Mama," he calls and lets you down in the master bathroom, sitting you on the edge of the tub.

Ms. Fushiguro giggles and hugs your face, "did you have fun, honey?"

You nod and smile.

"How'd you even get home like this?" Toji asks.

"Dunno," you slur.

"Next time just call," he chuckles.

"Cmon," Mamaguro pulls at the straps of your dress. "We don't want to ruin your cute dress."

"Heh."

You protest a little but you really can't. At least you're wearing cute underwear.

Ms. Fushiguro holds your hair back as you throw up eventually, hushing you softly, stroking down your spine and up again to comfort you. Once you're done she makes you drink some water and then helps you brush your teeth.

"You're so nice to me," you whisper, half asleep.

She helps you walk and you want to leave to go to your room but instead she stirs you toward the bed. "You should stay here. We should keep an eye on you."

"Hmmh, am fine."

"It's no bother."

Toji takes your upper arm and pulls you onto the bed and against his chest. Ms. Fushiguro cuddles up to your other side. You don't know if you imagine it. You must be. All the alcohol. Her hands roaming your body, Mr. Fushiguro is playing with your breasts. You must be imagining it. You must be.

"Told you they feel so good," she says smiling at her husband.

"Didn't doubt it." He twists your pierced nipples until they hurt.

You jump a little when he kisses your neck, nibbling softly at your delicate skin. Mamaguro tugs at your panties. The room is spinning violently.

"W-what–"

"I'm just being nice, honey," she cooes. "You said I am so nice."

You feel the lacy fabric scratch your thighs and you reach down to hold onto them. Mr. Fushiguro takes your hand however and prevents it. "Shh, mama's just being nice to you," he says into your ear, holding you close to his body.

"Look at how pretty your pussy is, (Y/N)," Ms. Fushiguro says with the biggest smile on her face.

She ghosts her finger over your clit and you press your thighs together, you try to… she's holding them open.

"Shh, just relax. Mommy will make you feel so good."

You gasp feeling her kiss your vulva, kiss your clit and flick her tongue at your entrance. You are too intoxicated to do anything and soon you find yourself going limb. Mr. Fushiguro kisses you, swallowing your cute whimpers and moans as his wife eats your pussy like it's life sustaining. His fingers are tangled in her hair.

Mamaguro has waited so long. She is in a complete haze, working her tongue on you so skilled and savory. Her eyes are completely black, little hearts flashing in them as she looks up at your perfect body, seeing you quiver in her husband's grip. She wants more. She wants so much more. But this is good for now.

"Cum for me, baby," she cooes. "Cum for mommy and daddy."

And like a trained little puppy your body complies, arching and trembling on her tongue. She links all your juice up, she could live off it. Then comes up and kisses her husband first then you. These kisses are sloppy and messy with so much spit they get you drunk all over again.

"Such a good girl. Now go to sleep, precious. This was such a nicr dream, wasn't it?"

You don't know why you would have such a dream. It has to be a dream because you wake up in your bed, dressed in your party dress. It just can't be. They would never.

"I'll never drink again."

Slay

im writing a latina!reader x ethan landry fic

AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME