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Title: A Match Made in Mischief

In the bustling halls of Hogwarts, amidst the chaos and laughter, there existed a feud as old as time itself - the rivalry between the Weasley twins and [Y/N], a talented witch whose fiery spirit matched her hair. Fred Weasley, the mischievous half of the infamous duo, found himself entangled in a web of fate when his parents arranged a marriage between him and [Y/N], much to their mutual dismay.

At first, their interactions were akin to sparks flying from wands in a duel. Every encounter was a battle of wits, filled with snarky remarks and clever pranks. Fred couldn't resist teasing [Y/N], and she retaliated with equal fervor, their banter echoing through the halls of Hogwarts.

But as time passed and they found themselves thrown together more often, a strange shift occurred. Beneath the layers of animosity lay a grudging respect, an understanding that perhaps they weren't so different after all. Late-night study sessions turned into whispered conversations, where they shared their dreams, fears, and secrets.

It was during one of these clandestine meetings that Fred realized his feelings for [Y/N] had shifted, morphing from annoyance to something much deeper. He found himself captivated by her fierce independence, her unwavering determination, and the way her eyes lit up when she laughed.

Meanwhile, [Y/N] was grappling with her own emotions. Despite her initial reluctance, she couldn't deny the flutter of butterflies in her stomach whenever Fred was near. His infectious laughter and unwavering loyalty had slowly chipped away at the walls around her heart, leaving her vulnerable in a way she had never imagined.

As their wedding day approached, tensions reached a boiling point. Both Fred and [Y/N] were torn between duty and desire, unsure if they were ready to surrender to the inevitable. But when the time came to exchange vows, they found themselves drawn together, bound not only by marriage but by an unspoken promise to stand by each other's side, no matter the challenges they faced.

And so, amidst cheers and tears, Fred Weasley and [Y/N] embarked on a new chapter of their lives, leaving behind the bitterness of the past to embrace a future filled with love, laughter, and perhaps, a little mischief along the way.

#fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley x you #fred weasley #fred weasley angst #fred weasley fic

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kawaiichaoscomputer · 4 months

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He is one of the best character in spider man into the spider and spider man across the Spider verse

okay i’m awake time to write for my silly little phone spiders

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kawaiichaoscomputer · 6 months

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It's cute

🔞 MDNI FemReader OptionalMale

“Be a good girl and stay quiet, I don’t want us getting caught”

As usual, any event you were both invited too ended up with you hauled up in the nearest empty room devouring each other. It was something about the way a suit clung to his body that made you want him to take you at any given moment.

So here you are hoisted up onto the bathroom sink at your friends birthday party, making out with your husband as his fingers attack your entrance.

He quickens the pace of his fingers in your hole, the squelching sound of your wetness is barely heard due to the pounding music outside the door. He quickens his pace, matching his slender digits with the beat of the house track playing.

He continues to whisper praises in between kisses as you tighten your walls around his fingers, waves of pleasure building up inside of you.

“That’s my girl, cum for daddy” he growls, knowing your body reacts to his commands. Ripples of pleasure satisfy you as you unravel in his arms, whimpers and rasped praise leaving your lips.

Soon you’re back at the party, face flushed from the recent escapade. You look over to him, he’s talking to a friend and smiling as they discuss old memories.

At a glance he looked normal, nothing out of the ordinary…but if you really looked, you would see the drying wet patch on the lower part of his white shirt from where you squirted all over him, and the way he occasionally brings his fingers to his lips, the same fingers that were deep inside you not too long ago.

What people wouldn’t know is the unsaid promise you can see in his eyes, the promise that says it won’t just be his fingers making you see stars later.

Not my best, so I do apologise.

Also comments and reblogs make my day ♥️

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kawaiichaoscomputer · 6 months

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Best story ever 🥹😫🫣

Professor Malfoy – Prof!Draco Malfoy (smut)

At least y/n can experience all my professor phantasies. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us motivated. Enjoy my loves! xxx

Summary: The reader works as Professor Malfoy's TA, a man she had been crushing on ever since meeting him at Hogwarts all these years ago; but kind of just pwp

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, oral (m), some face fucking, professor x ta

Pairing: Professor Draco Malfoy x fem!ta!reader (1.8k words)

“Here, let me take that.” Professor Malfoy’s voice rang in her ears, watching his hand reach out to take the books (y/n) was carrying. All she could do was nod her head, unable to speak up with the man standing this close. Could he hear her racing heartbeat? Could he tell that she was awfully nervous?

“Coffee?” Her mouth felt dry, unable to speak up, still not used to being this close to the man she was working for. (Y/n) had to clear her throat, slowly nodding her head as she stepped into his office. The door fell shut with a soft thud, a sound that finally managed to rip (y/n) out of her state, the ice was slowly melting, it allowed her to relax, to move without overthinking her every step. “Here you go.”

Professor Malfoy placed the cup down on the coffee table, watching (y/n) sink down on the all too comfortable couch. She didn't pick up on the smile tugging on his lips, didn’t pick up on the soft glance he shot her way, tongue kissing his teeth. He shuffled around, reached for the papers they still needed to grade, wordlessly sitting down next to (y/n).

“Do you have another pen for me? I think I lost mine somewhere.” (Y/n) thumbed through her bag, unable to find the red pen she had been using the past weeks. The two have built some kind of routine, after he was done with teaching his classes, where she’d support him whenever students asked questions, they found their way to his office, spending hours on end in the quiet room.

“Here, take mine.” Their fingers touched for a few seconds, a touch that shot shudders down her spine, pupils dilating as her body clung to the sensation. Fuck, she needed to get a grip, need to get over the crush she had fostered on the man for years. The two had met at Hogwarts years ago, barely sharing a word, since he was older and couldn’t care less about the younger students. But (y/n) had always found herself drawn to him, wanting to get to know him, wanting to feel his eyes on her – mere dreams she hadn’t been able to shake ever since their first run in at this university.

A comfortable silence engulfed the two, allowing (y/n) to relax even further into the couch, shuffling around to make herself comfortable. She didn’t notice the way his eyes ran up and down her frame, didn’t notice the smile he wore as he reached for her shoulder, giving her a soft push to pull her down to his lap, head resting on his thigh. (Y/n) looked up at him with wide eyes, not daring to move as he redirected his gaze to the papers he was reading.

Heat flushed through her, no longer able to focus on the papers she was supposed to grade. Her mind fully focused on the feeling of his thumb stroking the exposed part of her shoulder, making goosebumps rise on her skin. It took her a few more seconds to rip her eyes away from his handsome face, teeth buried in her lower lip as her shaky hands tightened their grip on the papers.

“You know,” he murmured his words, placing down his papers to fully direct his attention down onto (y/n). “Ever since I saw you in one of my classes, I wondered if we’d ever cross paths again.”

“Did you? I didn’t think you’d ever notice me.” A soft laugh left (y/n), hands also placing down the papers. He kept stroking her skin, hand slowly wandering down her arm, to her fingers. With her breath hitched in her chest, (y/n) felt him interlace their fingers, making her heart skip a handful of beats. The professor’s free hand found her face, cupping her cheek, with his gaze flickering between her curious eyes and her lips. She didn’t dare move, patiently waiting for him to do something, to give into the pull both were clearly taken hostage by.

His thumb found her mouth, softly tracing her lips. Draco didn’t expect her to part her lips, sucking his digit into her mouth – a movement that forced his eyes to darken. Before she could even begin to understand what he was doing, he had pulled her into a sitting position, lips clashing against hers without another warning.

It felt like her world had suddenly stopped spinning, everything was on hold, allowing (y/n) to fully focus on the feeling of his lips moving against hers. The kiss was spurred on by their longing, by the stolen glances they had shared over the past months, by their desires they hadn’t acted on till this very moment.

“If you only knew about the things you are doing to me.” He murmured his words against her lips, groaning into her mouth as her hands found his neck, tugging on his blonde roots. Their tongues met, battling a war of lust, of longing, a war both were determined to win. She crawled into his lap without breaking the kiss, clinging to him as if he was her lifeline, rescuing her from drowning in the cold, dark ocean.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for years.” (Y/n)’s confession forced a smirk onto his lips, hands finding her thighs, moving up her legs to disappear beneath her skirt. All she could do was to keep still, holding her breath as his fingers found her soaked panties, meeting her covered, pulsing bundle of nerves. His eyes didn’t dare break contact as he raised his eyebrows, wordlessly waiting for her consent, not wanting to keep on touching her without hearing (y/n) speak the words. “Please, touch me, wherever you want to touch me.”

A satisfied hum left the man, fingers successfully pushing her panties aside. (Y/n)’s quiet moans rang in his ears as he teased her clit, rubbing the soft spot to push forceful waves of anticipation through her. She tried to shuffle closer, wanting to feel more of him, desperate for him to own her body and soul. His cold fingers felt unfamiliar on her skin, a touch she had been aching for ever since she had first seen him, wondering how and if he’d ever pull her closer.

(Y/n)’s hands found their way down his chest, to his black trousers, toying with the silver buckle of his belt. A groan left the man as she freed his twitching cock, carefully grasping him in her hands. Draco watched her with amazement swimming in his pupils, gaze torn between her fingers and her features. He kept moving his thumb, forcing moans out of her whenever he added more pressure, trying to bite down the need to bury his cock inside of her. But (y/n) seemed to fight the same battle, pulling him in for another teeth clashing kiss.

“Professor,” the word was whimpered against his lips, leaving him to hum, waiting for (y/n) to keep on talking. “Fuck me, please. I’ll be good, I promise.”

Something inside of him seemed to snap, pushing her off his lap and back against the couch, hovering above her. The sound of her panties being torn apart rang in her ears, forcing a gasp out of (y/n) that momentarily distracted her from the feeling of his cock being aligned with her entrance. He sank into her all too effortlessly, forcing her walls to clench around him, needing to adjust to his size. The both of them needed a few seconds before Draco started to move, balancing his frame with one hand placed on the armrest of the couch and the other holding her thigh.

(Y/n) tightened the grip her legs had on his waist, keeping him as close as possible, not wanting to part from him ever again. Draco fucked her without holding back, sinking deeper into her tightness with every passing thrust, set on making her forget about their surroundings.

The sweetest sounds left (y/n), fingernails leaving marks on his neck, set on marking him up, set on claiming him with her heart beating in sync with his. Both tried to keep their sounds to a minimum, not daring to catch the attention of the people walking past his office, and yet they struggled to do so, connecting their lips again to swallow their sounds.

She choked on his name, eyes rolling back into her head as he nudged her swollen spot, grinning in victory about finding the spot that would push her into her orgasms' open arms. (Y/n) sneaked one hand between them, rubbing her clit to give in, to follow the call of the sensation she had been aching for for years.

“I got you, pretty girl, let go for me.” Draco felt her walls clamp down on his cock, telling him that she was about to cum, set on fucking her through her high before he’d give in. He watched her fall apart, watched the pleasure-drunken expression tug on her features as he kept burying his cock inside her tightness. It was a moment he’d never forget, Draco was sure of it, mind and heart fully taken over by her.

Draco pulled away from her before he could cum inside of her, groaning in surprise as her hand reached for his cock, shuffling around to put her mouth on him. Their eyes found back together as she slightly nodded, allowing the moaning man to fuck her mouth. She gagged around him, clawed her fingernails into his thighs, taking every inch he forced down her throat.

He twitched in her mouth a few seconds before he came, filling her cheeks with his cum, allowing a deep, raspy moan to claw through him. She greedily swallowed every drop, humming around him, wordlessly thanking him for what had just happened.

Draco parted from her with a grin, tugging himself back into his trousers, watching (y/n) reach for her torn panties, unable to stop a huff from leaving her. His chuckles forced her to give into her own laughter clawing through her, pulled back into his open arms with a kiss pressed to the corner of her mouth.

“We really need to finish these papers, but I don’t think I can concentrate knowing you’re not wearing any panties now.”

“And whose fault is this, huh?”

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kawaiichaoscomputer · 9 months

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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

#1 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone

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kawaiichaoscomputer · 9 months

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ONCE again in a life time

Once upon a time, in a magical land where fairies and mermaids lived side by side, there was a beautiful mermaid named Mira. Mira was known as the most stunning mermaid in the entire ocean. Her blue scales sparkled like diamonds when she moved, and her long blonde hair flowed just below her waist like a river. Mira loved being in the ocean and exploring its depths. She would dive to the deepest parts of the ocean and search for lost treasures or rare creatures that inhabited the depths.

One day, Mira decided to go deeper than she ever had before. She dove down into the depths of the ocean, hoping to find something new and exciting. The water was cooler than she expected, and she began to shiver as she swam. Her heart started to race as she swam through an area of the ocean that was mysterious and unexplored. Suddenly, she spotted something shining in the darkness.

It was a small, shimmering object that caught the light. Mira swam closer and saw that it was a small pearl. She held it in her hand, amazed at its beauty. Suddenly, she heard a dim voice in the darkness.

"What are you doing down here, Mira?"

Mira turned around and saw a mermaid with black scales and red fins, with a friendly smile on her face.

"I'm exploring the ocean," Mira replied, feeling a bit nervous.

"Well, you're not supposed to be down here," the mermaid said, her eyes narrowing. "This is not a safe area for fairies."

Mira looked down at her pearl and smiled. "I'm a fairy. I can handle anything," she said, holding up her sparkly wings.

The mermaid looked at her critically. "All mermaids can fly, Mira. But only a few can actually control their wings," she said, looking a bit skeptical.

Mira had always been able to control her wings, but she wanted to impress the mermaid. "What can I do to prove myself to you?" she asked.

The mermaid thought for a moment. "Well, I suppose you can fly me through the mermaid portal," she said, pointing to a small hole in the sea floor.

Mira nodded and held out her hand. The mermaid grabbed it and, before Mira could even blink, was lifted up out of the water and into the air. Mira's wings spread out in the air, and she soared through the air, feeling the wind in her hair.

When she landed, the mermaid was waiting for her. "Well done, Mira. You may pass," she said, smiling.

Mira flew back to her home in the ocean, feeling proud of herself. She had just proved herself to the mermaid who had once been suspicious of her. From that day forward, Mira felt like the world was hers, and she could do anything.

However, things would not always go smoothly for Mira. Just as she had gained the trust of the mermaids, she encountered another who did not trust her. This mermaid was known as the Queen of the Ocean, and she was feared by all who lived beneath the sea. Mira had never met the Queen, but rumors spread quickly among the mermaids about her cruelty and power.

One day, Mira was swimming in the ocean when she saw the Queen's ships passing by. The Queen was coming for her, it seemed. Mira knew that she had to leave and find a way to protect herself, her family, and her friends. She decided to fly to the surface and make a warning to the mermaids of the ocean.

Mira flew all the way up to the surface and signaled to the other mermaids that the Queen was coming. They all knew what had to be done, and they joined Mira in her fight against the Queen.

The battle was long and fierce, but in the end, Mira and her friends emerged victorious. The Queen was defeated, and her ships were sunk or captured. Mira had saved the ocean and its mermaid inhabitants, and she had earned the respect and admiration of the entire community.

From that day forward, Mira was considered a hero by all the ocean's denizens. And though she had started out as a humble and curious mermaid, she had become a powerful and courageous champion of the mermaid community.

#mermaid #fanfiction oc #my ocs

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kawaiichaoscomputer · 10 months

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Thanks for the wonderful story 💗

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The Loves of Paris and Helen - Spencer Reid (smut)

Oh boy, it’s been a hot minute huh? Thanks to @deathofpeaceofmind I got into writing this fic. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Spencer tells the reader that he’d never make the first move, since he’s too scared of rejection, but maybe the reader’s problem of speaking before thinking finally gives Spencer the much needed push to confess his feelings.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, choking, praise, soft!dom!Spencer, friends to lovers

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

header by @deathofpeaceofmind (2k words)

The city was busy, filled with people brushing past Spencer and (y/n), forcing them apart every few seconds. Annoyance was rushing through their systems, filling their veins like caffeine after drowning one too many cups of coffee. All Spencer wanted to do was be close to (y/n) while he read to her the notes he took at the screening of an old movie he watched yesterday, while all (y/n) wanted to do was feel him close as his voice lulled her along.

“So, it’s a love story basically, right?” (Y/n)’s voice was swallowed by the sounds of the metro, forcing Spencer to move even closer. Their hands brushed every few seconds, forcing their hearts to skip beats, and their lungs to ache for more air. Their relationship was anything but easy, even though both were close - probably closer than other friends they knew - and yet neither of them dared to act on their feelings.

“Yes!” Spencer kept rambling on, words (y/n) could barely focus on as she got lost in her daydream. Deep down she wanted nothing more than to pull him closer, to choose him as her lover just like Paris had chosen Helena, and yet (y/n) knew that crossing the line between friendship and a loving relationship would end just like Judgement of Paris had, in a war as brutal as the Trojan one.

“But why was he scared to make the first move? It sounds like her crush on him was quite obvious.” A chuckle rippled through (y/n) as her mind started to process the words rolling off her tongue, wondering how a man as smart as Spencer hadn’t picked up on the love she fostered for him yet. (Y/n) could still remember the first time she had begun to realise her feelings for the genius, how she had gotten lost in the story he spilled, heart skipping beats at the facts he shared with her like he was telling secrets to the night.

“Uhm, I guess he was scared of rejection? I don’t think I’d ever make the first move to be honest.” For the first time in hours Spencer found himself stumbling over his words, fumbling with the notebook he now pushed back into his bag before stepping into the approaching metro. The wagon was filled with people, pushing Spencer and (y/n) closer together, leaving both wondering if the other could pick up on their racing heartbeats.

„What? But why? As if you’d have to worry about rejection. Nobody would ever reject you, I for sure wouldn’t.“ For a few seconds neither (y/n) nor Spencer dared to speak up, eyes locked in an intense staring contest as they began to realise the weight of the words she had just spoken. She tried to clear her throat, forced to avert her gaze as a few people pushed past her, tugging her against Spencer’s chest. His hand found the small of her back, pressing her against him with a strong hold, forcing heat to arise in her system as if he was trying to burn her body.

No further words were spoken between the friends, not as they stepped out of the metro, not as they walked to (y/n)‘s apartment. It was some kind of routine between the two, Spencer would always accompany (y/n) on the walk back to her apartment, located only a few streets down from his. With their hearts still racing on, and their hands clinging to the straps of their bags, the two came to a halt in front of the house (y/n) lived in, eyes finding back to one another.

“Listen, Spence, I’m sorry for saying that, I didn’t want to make you feel uncomf-,” the rest of the sentence was swallowed by Spencer’s mouth, lips finding hers. It took (y/n) a second to snap into motion, not expecting him to kiss her with this much urgency, like a starving man clinging to any food he could find.

“You didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, I should apologise for talking this long to realise that you felt the same.” His breathless words were pushed past his slightly swollen lips, making a smile tug on (y/n)’s swollen ones. Both looked at one another with something unfamiliar swimming in their pupils, driven by the need to feel one another’s body. Her hand found his, fingers interlaced to pull him into the house and up to her apartment.

The second their bags found their way to the ground of her dark apartment, their lips found back together, sharing another passionate kiss. Spencer’s hands found their way to her waist, keeping her close as if he had touched her like this numerous times, sharing one intimate gesture after another. Both couldn’t swallow down the nervousness flushing through their veins, and yet neither of them dared to let go, chasing the highs they had been dreaming of for years.

“Are you sure you want this? I don’t want to pressure you.” Spencer’s voice was small, a hushed whisper that rang in her ears louder than any fired gunshot she had picked up on before. Her lust drunken pupils searched his, giving her a few seconds before she spoke up.

“You’re not pressuring me, Spence, I want this. Take me to my bedroom.” He guided her through the dark apartment, knowing the layout of the rooms by heart as if he was guiding her through his own home. As soon as they stumbled into her bedroom, he had her pinned against the door, slender fingers undoing the buttons of her blouse as he kissed his way down her throat. Her small moans rang in his ears, forcing a smirk to widen on his lips as he kept undressing her.

“I want to hear you, sweetheart, don’t hold back.” She could only nod, eyes squeezed shut, teeth buried in her lip as Spencer sucked on the spot that shot tingles down her spine, leaving (y/n) to arch into his chest. Her blouse fell to the ground, followed by the bra he undid moments later. “Fuck, you’re so pretty, prettier than any artwork I’ve got burned into my memory.”

“Bed, please.” Spencer couldn’t help but chuckle at the desperate whispers leaving her, taken by the heat his praises left her drowning in. His hands found her breasts, kneading her skin as he towered over her. (Y/n) had no control over her body, forced to rely on her instincts as she tugged on the fabric of his sweater, watching Spencer part from her to pull his sweater and shirt over his head. Her fingers ached to comb through his locks, wanting to tug on the roots as he buried himself deep inside of her.

“Tell me, what do you want?” She struggled to put her thoughts into words, eyes threatening to roll back as his hand found her jaw, thumb tracing the marks her teeth had left on her lower lip. “Speak up, sweetheart.”

“I,” a sigh left her as Spencer brushed his clothed bulge against her core, leaving her aching for more. “I need to feel you, all of you.”

A satisfied hum left Spencer as he kissed his way down to her stomach, fingers working on her trousers. She had soaked her panties, making Spencer chuckle in delight as he pulled the fabric down her legs, leaving her bare like an ancient statue crafted for his eyes only. His own masterpiece. His most prized possession. He’d never let her go.

“Look at you, you’re dripping baby, so needy for me.” Spencer fumbled with his own trousers for a few moments before he freed his cock, naked body finding its way back to her. (Y/n)‘s moans reverberated through the bedroom as Spencer brushed his fingers through her folds, collecting drops of her arousal before he started to circle her bundle of nerves, leaving her tensing below him.

“Spence, I need you to fuck me, want to feel you, please, want your cock so badly.” She choked on her words, gasping in surprise as Spencer pulled her to the edge of the bed, standing between her thighs. Their eyes kept holding contact as he tapped his cock against her folds, grinning at the goosebumps rising on her skin. With her hand finding his, Spencer watched her expressions change as he pushed into her, allowing her to adjust to the new sensation. “Oh fuck, god Spence.”

His raspy chuckles did little to ease the tension flushing through her body, leaving (y/n) begging for more. Only slowly did he start to build up his speed, pulling out of her to use more strength to bury himself deep inside of her. Their moans clashed together, forming an almost sinful mixture of sounds that could leave one dreaming of moments as raw as this.

One of her hands tugged on his, forcing him closer to grasp her throat, watching her eyes roll back into her head as he tightened his grip on her. Spencer fucked her without holding back, towering over like an ancient god using his power to guide her. It was sinful, and yet it felt all too fitting, like they’ve been crafted purely for this very moment.

“Touch yourself for me, baby.” He started down on her, not loosening his grip on her throat once as she sneaked a hand between their bodies, circling her pulsing clit. (Y/n) arched her back off the mattress, thighs quivering, her orgasm was close already, about to push through her without holding back.

Spencer was in awe, unable to rip his eyes from her as if he was solving a mystery that had been haunting him for years, the coil had finally snapped, everything had fallen into place. He wanted to curse himself for holding back on his feelings, knowing that their paths could have changed into this years ago. And yet he didn’t allow himself to dwell on it, building up the pressure of his rough thrusts to push her over the edge.

He watched (y/n) come undone on his cock, fucking her through her high with a proud smile before he pulled out of her. Her trembling hand pushed his away, rising up to pump his cock as fast as she could, holding eye contact all throughout the upcoming moments. Spencer came with a gasp, relieving himself on her naked chest, watching his cum drip down from her boobs. He couldn’t stop himself from scooping up a few drops with his thumb, forcing her lips apart to watch her suck on his digit.

“Fuck, I hope I’ll never never forget about this moment.” His whispers were swallowed by her chuckles, pulling Spencer down for a kiss before (y/n) murmured a soft “As if you’d ever forget something”.

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kawaiichaoscomputer · 10 months

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Shit this is so good i could read this all day

@zapreportsblog

↱ burn care ↰

➘ summary : dabi’s girlfriend takes care of his burns after he over uses his quirk on a mission with the league

➘ a/n : I’ve been putting out fic after fic and honestly it’s tiring yes, but I want to fill my tumblr page up with all these ideas I have! If you don’t want to miss out when I post feel free to turn on the notifications so that you can be alerted whenever post a fic :)

➘ Dabi x reader, league of villains x reader

The League of Villains' latest mission had taken an unexpectedly difficult turn. Dabi's aggressive use of his quirk had left him severely burnt, his skin scorched and blistered. He stumbled through the rainy night, his body aching with each step as he sought refuge at the one place he knew he could find solace—(Y/N)'s home.

"(Y/N), open up," Dabi called out hoarsely, his voice strained from pain.

The door swung open, revealing (Y/N), their eyes meeting with a mixture of concern and familiarity. "Sweetheart, what happened?" she exclaimed, her worry evident in her voice.

Dabi's breathing was labored as he managed to speak. "Mission... went south. Burned... badly."

(Y/N) didn't waste a moment. She ushered him inside, guiding him to a chair. "Sit down. Let me see."

Dabi winced as (Y/N) began to carefully examine his burns, her gentle touch contrasting with the pain he felt. She had always been his sanctuary, the one person who saw past his exterior and cared for the man behind the mask.

"I need to treat these burns first," (Y/N) said, her voice steady as she reached for medical supplies.

Dabi nodded, gritting his teeth against the pain as (Y/N) began the delicate process of healing his injuries. He watched her closely, her focused expression illuminated by the soft light in the room. The tension in his body slowly began to ebb as her healing quirk worked its magic.

As the minutes stretched on, (Y/N)'s healing power started to take its toll. Her face grew paler, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Dabi's concern grew, his eyes narrowing as he realized that she was overexerting herself to heal him.

"Hey, (Y/N), you need to stop," Dabi urged, his voice laced with worry.

(Y/N) shook her head, her determination unwavering. "I can do this, Dabi. Just a little more."

Dabi's instincts kicked in, his hand reaching out to gently grip (Y/N)'s wrist. "You're pushing yourself too hard. If you keep going, you'll hurt yourself."

(Y/N) paused, her breath shaky as she met Dabi's gaze. "I... I just want to make sure you're okay."

Dabi's grip on her wrist tightened, a mixture of gratitude and concern in his eyes. "And I appreciate that, but not at the cost of your own well-being."

Reluctantly, (Y/N) withdrew her healing touch, her hands trembling as she sat back in her chair. "I... I guess I overdid it."

Dabi reached out, his fingers brushing against (Y/N)'s cheek. "You always go above and beyond, doll. But you need to take care of yourself too."

(Y/N) offered him a weak smile, her cheeks flushed from the strain of her quirk. "I know. Thank you, Dabi."

As the intensity of the moment began to subside, Dabi's gaze softened. "You're my rock, (Y/N). Don't forget that."

The two of them sat in silence, their bond unspoken but deeply felt. Despite the challenges they faced and the dangers of their lives, they knew they could rely on each other—always there to mend wounds, physical and emotional, in a world that often sought to tear them apart.

Dabi remained at (Y/N)'s side as she took a moment to catch her breath, her healing quirk gradually restoring her own energy. He watched her with a mixture of concern and affection, his heart heavy with the realization of how much she had sacrificed for him.

"Doll, you need to rest," Dabi insisted gently, his voice a rare softness in the midst of their chaotic world.

(Y/N) nodded, a hint of weariness in her eyes. "You're right. I pushed myself too far."

Dabi helped her to her feet, his touch surprisingly gentle as he guided her towards the couch. "Sit down, I'll get you some water."

As Dabi disappeared into the kitchen, (Y/N) took a moment to reflect on their relationship. She had always admired his strength and resilience, but moments like these revealed the vulnerability that lay beneath his tough exterior. Despite his flaws and the darkness he embraced, there was a depth to Dabi that drew her in—a depth she felt privileged to explore.

Dabi returned with a glass of water, handing it to (Y/N) as he sat down beside her. She took a sip, grateful for the cool liquid that soothed her parched throat.

"(Y/N)," Dabi began, his voice low and sincere, "I want you to know how much you mean to me."

(Y/N) turned to him, her eyes locking with his intense gaze. "Dabi..."

He continued, his words laden with a vulnerability she rarely heard from him. "You've always been there for me, even when I didn't deserve it. You're the reason I keep pushing forward, even in the darkest moments. And I... I care about you more than I thought possible."

(Y/N)'s heart raced, her emotions swirling as she took in his confession. She reached out, her fingers finding his and squeezing gently. "Dabi, I care about you too. You've always been my anchor, the one who sees past the mask I wear for the world."

Dabi's gaze softened, his fingers intertwining with (Y/N)'s. "I want to protect you as much as you've protected me."

Their hands held a promise—an unspoken commitment that transcended their roles as villains. In a world where chaos reigned and darkness loomed, they had found a light within each other, a sanctuary where they could be their true selves.

As the night wore on, Dabi remained by (Y/N)'s side, their conversation a mix of lighthearted banter and sincere confessions. The rain outside had subsided, leaving behind a tranquil atmosphere that mirrored the peace they had found in each other's presence.

"Dabi," (Y/N) said softly, her gaze meeting his with a sense of certainty, "no matter what challenges we face, we'll face them together."

Dabi nodded, his lips curving into a rare smile. "Always, doll."

The night unfolded with an ease that was rare in the world of villains. Dabi and (Y/N) continued to share stories, hopes, and dreams that felt out of place amidst the chaos they were accustomed to. With each passing moment, they discovered new layers of each other, vulnerabilities they were willing to share in the safety of their shared space.

As the first rays of dawn peeked through the curtains, (Y/N) stifled a yawn, the exhaustion of the previous night catching up to her. Dabi noticed her weariness and smiled softly.

"You should get some rest, doll," he said, his tone gentle.

(Y/N) shook her head, a stubborn glint in her eyes. "I'm fine. Besides, I've had my fair share of sleepless nights."

Dabi raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his gaze. "True, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't take care of yourself."

(Y/N) chuckled, her exhaustion momentarily forgotten as Dabi's concern warmed her heart. "You're right. I'll rest, but only if you promise to take care of yourself too."

Dabi's expression grew serious, his fingers reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from (Y/N)'s face. "I promise, doll."

As the morning sun continued to rise, Dabi and (Y/N) found themselves wrapped in a comforting silence, their closeness speaking volumes that words couldn't capture. It was a moment of intimacy that neither of them had experienced before, a testament to the unique bond they shared.

In the days that followed, Dabi and (Y/N)'s connection deepened further. They continued to support each other, facing the challenges of their lives with a newfound strength. Dabi's visits to (Y/N)'s home became more frequent, not just for healing but for the solace he found in her company.

Despite the risks and uncertainties of their lives, Dabi and (Y/N) held onto their sanctuary—the space where they could be vulnerable, where their love could flourish amidst the chaos. Their bond was a source of resilience, a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was a glimmer of hope.

And as the rain returned one evening, tapping gently against the windowpanes, Dabi and (Y/N) sat side by side, hands intertwined, their hearts beating in sync. In the midst of a world that sought to tear them apart, they had found a refuge in each other, a refuge that whispered of a future where their love could thrive, unburdened by the past.

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500 likes!

#500 likes #tumblr milestone

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kawaiichaoscomputer · 10 months

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MY LOVE FOR U IS BIGGER THAN IT IS

James phelps x female reader

Its been 5 years i have met my two best friend, i missed them so much that i had planned to vist them over the summer. Im pretty they are quite with all the travling and Harry Potter movie. We been friends ever seen we were babies and to be honest i have one feelings towards a certain twin, and its been like that ever since we 15, i wanted to suprise them. So as i walked to the building i saw oliver standing talking to a blonde woman , they were chatting and lauging about something But then he turned his head a saw me.

Y/N !!! Oilver shout as the Blond woman laugh

I looked and turned as Oliver ran to hug me, i felt enjoy but then i saw the same blonde girl behind him

Y/n : are u going introduct me to your girlfriend Mr.Phelps

Oliver : hahaha very funny and yes i am ;)

Oliver : Y/n meet katy , katy meet Y/n

Katy : hello Y/n

Y/n : hello katy and btw have u seen james around, i wanna talk to him

Oliver ; YEAH HIS STANDING BEHID ONE TOM FELTON

Y/n : alright thanks oillie

As she was walking through the whole set she finally saw james but what breaks her heart.

She saw james kissing another girl, she is was about to walk out, james spotted her as he looks in her seeing her for first in 5 years

James : Y/N IS THAT U ?? he asked as he let go of girl hand

Instead answering him , you ran out as fast you can but then Oliver dropped You

OLIVER : WHAT in the bloody hell are u running

You stop and stare, as You said...

Y/n : I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE

Oliver just looking at You confuse and trying to understand what you were saying ...

Y/n : OLIVER I'M IN LOVE WITH HIM BUT HIS WITH ANOTHER , I...I ...CANT..I ..

As You cried in Oliver shoulder, Oliver looked up and see his twin just standing there looking dumbfounded.

OILVER: You met want to turn around

Feeling gulity has he should but he knows its part of the best

You turned Your head around and saw James standing look like he has seen a ghost, even worst he met heard everything.

You try walking up to him but your body wouldn't let you. Between the three of you, Oliver walk up to james and whisper something in his ear

Oliver : good luck mate you need it but dont hurt her ...

Has he left to go meet up with some friends , james decide to ran up to her

James: why you didnt tell me?

Y/n: because its only going to break our friendship , i thought of telling you but then i saw u with her ..

James laugh as he watch Y/n confuse and upset; In which he though it was very aborable to see. The girl he loved for 5 years pass. James explain to her why the girl kiseed him and it does not really matter but what matters the most is seeing his love of life cried in his brother arms

James : I love you and only You

Has he said he pulled y/n close so he could kiss her. She was very shocked on what happening

But she cant help but kiss back slowy; little did they know their friends was placing a bet behid their the backs

Oliver: HAHA Pay Up you shit heads screaming toward tom felton

Tom felton place 10 pounds onto oliver hand, has he accepted his defend

#james phelps #jamesphelpsxreader #fred weasley

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kawaiichaoscomputer · 10 months

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I MET U ONCE BUT AM NOT SURE IF I WILL MEET U AGAIN

MAD EYE : I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M MARRIED TO YOU

BELLATRIX LESTRANGE: Belive I DONT THINK SO WELL U DIRTY BLOOD TRAITOR

Y/n : MOM , DAD FIGHTING AGAIN!!! WHY CAN'T U GUYS GET ALONG !!!

....

MAD EYE; cause ur mother is a BITCH

Y/n; oh okeyy... bye im going to school.

The long way to station 9 3/4

Y/n : heyy ron how are u ?

Ron; I'm good thank u

Y/n : are u excited for this year

Ron : ywah... anyways how was ur summer

Y/n: the usual.. Mother and father are arguing again

Hermoine ; hello there Ron and y/n....

Hermoine : how are you all doing

Ron: great actually

Y/n : I'm doing great

Hermoine : good.....

Molly Weasley : y/n How are u dear , we better run along ..

To Hogwarts >3

Fred and George flew across the great hall

And saw u pass by and spilled slime over your head..

Y/n : * SCREAMS* WHAT THE FUCK

The whole great hall burst into laughter

All : laughs ( except 4 ron)

Fred : HA YESSS

George : Nice one brother

y/n : I HATE U BOTH

HERMOINE : REALX Its just a joke

Fred pulls Hermione and kisses her on the cheek

Ron: eww really...

Y/n : what i ever done to u guys?! To make feel like shit

Fred : Your a slytherin that what and also 4 breaking up with me

Ron : she did nothing wrong bloody hell you all turned into The Malfoy

Y/n ran out of the great hall and STRAIGHT into the girls bathroom

Pansy: are u alright?

Y/n : * sobs * no

Pansy : alright u are coming with me

Y/n: oh okey

They went back to great hall and ron just look at y/n

Hermoine : you cant serious

Ginny : what?!

Hermoine ; ron is looking at that ugly load of trash

Ginny : honestly hermoine what is ur problem?! After u and ron broke up, u went and dated fred and NOW U HAVE PROBLEM WITH Y/N . I MEAN SHE PRETTIER THAN U AND AWAY SMARTER BUT U DONT HAVE TO BE A BITCH ABOUT EVERYTHING JUST LEAVE HER ALONE!!

Ginny walked to slytherin table and sat next to pansy

Draco ; What Are U doing HERE U fifthy BLOOD TRAITOR

PANSY : Shut Up Malfoy dont to my gf like that !!

Blaise : OOHH

Y/n : giggles

Pansy and ginny : So what are u plannig for the yulle ball

Y/n : I am not going

Pansy : WHAT

All the students turn and look at pansy screaming her heads out

pansy : U HAVE TO GO ITS VERY IMPORTANT!!!

Ginny added also attracting alots of students attention

Ginny : PLUS LETS MAKE THEM JEALOUS

Y/n: Alright

Two weeks before the yule ball, ron ran up to y/n

Ron: hey where are u ahead ?

Y/n : to the library

Ron ; okey great i wanna ask if u wanna to the ball with me ?

Y/n : oh ronnie im very sorry but i cant , i know u will find someone better , im really sorry

Ron ; its alright but who i could ask , no one likes me .

Y /n ; try asking maria , i bet she will say yes

Ron ; alright thanks

Ron went by and went to ask maria out to the ball.

Ron : hey..maria..douwanttogototheballwithme

Maria: what sorry i couldnt understand?

Ron: would u like to go to the ball with me

Maria : YESS OFC

As y/n saw the two of her best friends hugging and smiling her bumped into someone

Y/n : OUCH

George: oops sorry

Y/n : oh not u whyyy..

George : IS there a problem * trying to reach out his hand to help her *

Y/n : no..maybe.. * takes his hand

George: * pulls her up *

George : i have a question for u

Y/n : sure??

George: will u go with me to the ball?

Y/n : hmm sure yes i will

George : * smiles*

George: great i will see u than * kiss her by the cheek and left

Y/n standing there all confuse

Time skip * cause im to lazy 🤪

They all went shopping

Ginny dress

Pansy dress

Y/n dress ( u can change it if u like )

Ginny hair

Pansy hair

Y/n hair

Ginny make up

Pansy make up

Y/n make up

George suit

As the three girls finish up there shopping they spot two people between the tree kissing and it was hermoine and draco .

Ginny was mad but pansy held her arm and said.

Pansy: dont worry have a plan * she takes a picture*

Pansy : lets go

Ginny ; oh okey love , But i cant wait to kill her AHH

Y/n just follow the two girls inside the castles

As the three girls went to the great hall all eyes are on them

All : HOLY SHIT IS THAT Y/N DAMN SHE LOOKS GOOD

Hermione and fred jaws drop to the floor

George: Woah u look great!!

Angelina: Damn girl u look amazing

Y/n ; thanks guys

Pansy and ginny : we are going to get a drink

George took y/n to dance on the floor

Fred couldnt keep eyes on y/n,and hermione was really angry

Hermoine : seriously fred u gotta be joking

Fred ; what!!!

Hermoine : Never mind

After the slow dance there was the werid sister playing there song

Then pansy went up on stage and announced she has sonwthing to say

Pansy : MAY I CAN YOUR ATTENTION

everyone just look at her wondering whats hapening

Pansy : I HAVe A SURPRISE FOR U ALL

She show every the picture on the board ( tbh i dont what am doing ) it was hermoine and draco kissing behid the tree

everyone gasp and hermoine just shock but fred was upset and angry

Fred : BLOODY HELL MOINE !!!

hermoine : its not what it looks like

Draco just ran out of the great hall as for fred and hermoine they cause a really big scene

Fred : I AM DONE WITH YOU

As fred yelled he ran out angrier and hermoine just stood there well everyone whisper

Person 1 : woah what a bitch is she

Person 2 : slut

As everyone keeps on whisper , on till professor Dumbledoor announce that all students should go back to their Common rooms

Students Speaking towards hermoine as they walk out of the great hall

All students : Aw man

Girl : thanks alot u slut

Boy: mann i cant belive this

Girl : me either

Random girl : whore

Random boy : bitch

As for pansy , ginny, y/n , George

They all went to the slytherin common room to enjoy the rest of the night

As for y/n and George who knows they met have a romantic feelings towards each other

#Hogwarts x y/n #dramoine #DRAMA #fredmoine #harry potter

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