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every day i wake up and need a lobotomy a little bit more

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LOVE FROM THE OTHER SIDE

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i’m using Internet Explorer, i hope this posts quickly. happy new year 2011

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chosen one | h.p.

a/n: the lack of harry james potter fanfiction on this site is blasphemous. if you have any recommendations (smut or fluff), please send them my way. love you!

warnings: maybe one cuss word? not proofread.

Being friends with the “Chosen One” wasn’t easy. And even harder than that? Having feelings for him. You and Harry had been friends since first year, after you left your impression on him by making fun of his hair. You were unaware of his celebrity status at the time. However, you like to think that even if you did know, you still would’ve made fun of him.

Six years of being friends with the boy had led to a lot of sleepless nights for many reasons: assisting him in his fight, helping each other with homework, late night therapy in front of the fire, and so much more. More than anything, though, was you laying awake late at night, alone in your bed, wondering how the hell you had managed to fall for the most unavailable boy on the planet. 

See, while he quite literally had all kinds of people lining up for a chance with him, he responded the same to each of them: “Sorry, I don’t have time for a relationship right now.”

It made you so upset with yourself, knowing that that was the case, yet you were unable to suppress your feelings. It drove you crazy.

A rainy night in the middle of your 6th year, Harry was in Dumbledore’s office for a reason unbeknownst to you. You and Hermione sat curled up on the couch, her listening as you talked about the boy. 

“I feel so silly, ‘Mione,” you spoke. “ I don’t have a chance with him at all, yet I can’t get these feelings out of my head. I feel… pathetic, almost. It just drives me crazy. He’s so… charming. And his confidence and attitude are just so infectious. He makes me want to wake up in the morning. I see myself having a future with him. But, I mean, if he doesn’t have time for a relationship with all the other lovely people that ask him, then why would Harry have feelings for me?”

What you didn’t realize, however, was that Harry had heard your confession. Silently shutting the portrait hole door before he had even walked in, he went to go find Ron. Harry had a plan.

It was about a week later when you and Hermione had come down for breakfast, only to see Harry and Ron in deep, hushed conversation. You couldn’t hear what either of them were saying, save for a few whispers of a ‘confession’. You figured it had to do with one of Harry’s newest ‘missions’ for Dumbledore. If you had to know, he’d tell you. 

Neither of them noticed your presence until you spoke. “Morning, boys! You’re not usually up this early. Anything important going on?” 

Ron’s face began to turn red, Harry shifting in his seat. 

“Er- hello, y/n!” Harry said. 

“Bloody hell…” Ron mumbled under his breath. The dark haired boy was absolutely hopeless. 

You didn’t really suspect anything, seeing as Harry was always quite socially awkward, despite being confident. It was part of his charm. 

You didn’t start questioning anything until about 30 minutes later, after Harry had been staring off into space for about 20 minutes… in your general direction.

“What? Is there something on my face?” you asked him, snapping him out of his reverie. 

“Your face- er, no. Will you come to the common room with me? I think I forgot- erm- something. For class.” 

You raised an eyebrow at him. “But Harry, we have a free period first- oh!” 

Before you could even question his discrepancy, the boy had gently grabbed your wrist and was pulling you towards the exit. Concerned, you turned around to shoot a look at Ron and Hermione. Both of them had the most evil smirks on their faces. Merlin… you were fucked.

Harry stayed silent on the walk (well, you were being dragged) to his dorm. He refused to answer any of your questions. His face grew redder by the minute. Finally, you were sat on his bed, watching him pace across his dorm, nervously wringing his hands. 

“Harry!” you called out, stopping him in his tracks. “I”m worried! What’s going on?”

“I had this whole big plan for how I was going to go about this. I was going to use my bottle of Felix and then we were going to have picnic with all your favorites by the lake and then when we were talking I was going to-”

“Harry, spit it out!”

“Will you go out with me?”

“...what?”

The six words that came out of his mouth made you feel like time had stopped. Never in all your years of living did you think something like this would happen. 

“Harry, this is a sick joke. I know you like a good prank here and there, but this is too far. I can’t believe-”

“It’s not a prank, y/n. It’s not a prank.” Defeated, Harry sat on the bed opposite of you. “I heard you talking to Hermione that night last week, so Ron and I came up with this elaborate plan for me to ask you out. I had a speech prepared and everything. I was about ready to piss my pants at the table.” he breathed out, flustered. 

“Yeah… you sure looked like it,” you started, receiving a snarky look from the boy. “But, if you wanted to ask me out, then why’d you tell everyone else that you didn’t have time for a relationship?” 

“I didn’t want to risk a relationship with someone else, because the only person I wanted to be with was you. I’ve liked you for so long, y/n. You don’t even know.”

You blinked at him, completely shocked. “Harry, with all due respect, I think I do know. I’ve liked you for years.” 

He looked up at you. “Can I kiss you?” 

“...yeah.” 

And a soft whisper of “brilliant!” was the last thing you heard before you saw stars beneath your eyelids. His lips met yours, the two of you connecting in a way that could only be described as… magic. He tasted like chocolate, pumpkin, and spice, and by god, was it addicting. From the one kiss, you couldn’t get enough.

Finally, after a blissful time, the two of you broke apart, breathing heavily. Your forehead met his. 

“So,” he started, a cocky smirk on his face. “You see yourself having a future with me, huh?”

You smacked him lightly on the shoulder. “Slow down, Chosen One. I can still say no.”

You grinned at him. You knew for a fact you wouldn’t be saying no anytime soon. This was the right life for you. 

#a writes #harry potter #hogwarts #harry potter smut #harry potter fluff #harry potter imagine #harry james potter #harry james potter x reader #harry potter x reader #harry james potter fluff #harry james potter smut

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It’s gonna take me the rest of the night to get past this one picture. The arms, the hair, the outfit, the grey in his beard, and the peaking tattoo. The man just screams SEX(and can make you scream during it).

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Me, a princess? Shut up!

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rest | j.p.

a/n: i can't even begin to apologize, you guys. my mental health has been shot recently. i'm probably not going to be able to do much other than the occasional drabble or blurb, but i really appreciate everyone who's been here despite my absence. i love you all so much. here’s a short piece. again, i’m really sorry. 

warnings: n/a. it’s just very fluffy. 

the snow softly blanketed the expansive hogwarts building, effectively turning the soft browns and blacks into a bright white. as the sun said its goodbyes in the early evening, you were saying “hello” to your pride and joy: james. you quickly flopped down into his waiting arms, both of you immediately taking refuge under the sheets and covers of his bouncy four-poster. as the two of you became intertwined with one another, your love only grew. your eyes were starting to close, lulled to a relaxed state by the soft repetition of his calloused hand slowly rubbing along your side. 

his scent of cinnamon, broom grease, peppermint, and mahogany smoke wafted into your senses, clouding your mind entirely. you were calm. the snow outside began to transition into a blizzard, but even as the world grew colder, your heart only warmed more. 

simply his presence did you a world of good in a matter of seconds. those luscious curls that he ran his hand through because even though you wouldn’t admit it, he knew you found it attractive; the rasp in his voice every time he serenaded you; the power he exercised when leading the quidditch team (but the wink and smirk you would get whenever he caught your eye); everything about him was just incredible. you didn’t know how such a perfect being could even exist.

“what’s going on up there?” he asked, noticing you lost in thought. 

“just thinking about you,” you responded, a small smile gracing your features as you looked up at him. 

“oh yeah?” he smirked. “well you seem exhausted, and i’d hate to be the reason you’re groggy tomorrow.” 

you simply sighed at him

he deposited an easy peck on your forehead, chuckling at your reply.

“rest, my love,” he whispered. “i’ll be right here for you tomorrow.”

#james potter imagine #James Potter #james potter x reader smut #james potter x reader #james potter fluff #james potter x reader fluff #marauders smut #marauders imagine #marauders x reader #hogwarts #Harry Potter #fluff #smut #harry potter imagine #harry potter fluff #a writes

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this is the man i love

please god this is all i ask for

i've been GOOD just GIMME

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thank you so much, love! congrats on 1k!

Fic rec

Here’s the fic recs that I promised you for my 1k celebration. These are what I’ve been reading right now and generally speaking, even though I’ve only put one imagine, you should check out every writer’s masterlists that I’ve mentioned here ‘cause they’re all awfully talented.

Characters you’re going to find recs for:

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Wolfstar x reader

Billy Russo

Logan Delos

The Darkling aka General Kirigan

Bane

Keep reading

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Pissing ass and killing rats. Happy Saturday baby

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                                                floating in outer space                                     have i misplaced a part of my soul?

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i am so obsessed with every weasley this is unhealthy

agreed

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one where the mauraders tease the reader with a vibration spell all day

warning/content: fem!reader x marauders, poly!relationship, use of a toy, a bit of a daddy!kink, degradation, punishment, some pinching, overstimulation, a theme of exhibitionism 

“Open up a little wider, yeah?” Remus coos quietly, pressing a steady palm to your right thigh to keep your legs spread apart. 

“Sorry.”  You trill, gripping the calloused palm, which belongs to James, a little tighter. 

“You’re alright.” The bespectacled boy hums as Remus slips a bullet-sized vibrator past your folds and into your entrance. It’s snug between your walls as you clench automatically around it. 

“Lemme see?” Sirius asks, drying his hands after having just finished using the bathroom. He steps forward, using his thumb and forefinger to pull away your folds and reveal the toy buried between your walls. “Y’gonna be okay with that all day, my love?” 

“Like you even care.” You snap, perturbed malice dripping from your words as he readjusts the fabric of your knickers so it covers your entrance. 

You snap your legs closed and rise from the bed with a disgruntled scowl tugging at the corners of your lips. 

“Don’t use that tone.” Remus chides as he slips on his shoes, deft fingers making quick work of the laces. “Be nice, please. You would do well to remember who’s in charge here.” He flashes you the small remote control that controls the vibrating bullet inside you. 

“Sorry.” You grumble, adjusting the pleated fabric of your skirt before bending over to tug the socks up and over your knees. 

“Y’gonna be good today, yeah?” Remus inquires, finishing up on his shoes to help tighten the straps on your Mary Janes. 

“I dunno how I can be if you’re gonna have that... thing inside me all day.” You answer honestly, your walls tightening and loosening experimentally around the sudden intrusion.  

“We’ll keep it low as long as you behave. Remember that this is a punishment,  yeah? For that bullshit y’pulled yesterday. We’re being nice and letting you get off easy.” 

“This is not easy.” 

“It is in comparison to this.” With an easy pass of his thumb over the dial, Remus brings the level to its highest notch. 

The sudden bolts of electricity that spiral through your every nerve ending lull a strangled sob from your lips as your knees concave inward. James is forced to dart forward, his hands hooking under your arms and pulling you back onto your feet. “Turn it back down, mate. Look at her.” 

Remus, feeling benevolent, turns it down to a dull roar, thus allowing you to find your footing. You keep a steady hand against James’ bicep as he hands you your satchel. “That was five seconds, bunny. I don’t think you want to see anything longer than that. And you won’t, as long as you behave. Got it?” 

“Alright.” You murmur, abashed at the prospect of getting punished like that again. 

“Good girl, puppy.” Sirius takes you from James to tuck you under his arm, peppering soft kisses along your hairline as he ushers you to the door. 

“Wanna be good.” You simper, toying with his fingers while James opens the door before traipsing down the steps.

“You are, princess. Don’t worry. Just keep your tongue in check and we won’t have a problem.” Sirius draws his arm away from around your shoulders as you find the exit to the common room. 

“Promise?” 

“Promise.” 

...

First class is the almost bearable. Even from across the room, Remus is able to fiddle with the dial to the remote until ten shades of exaltation are blotting behind your closed lids. 

“You alright?” Your deskmate inquires, placing a soothing hand upon your shoulder when she realizes the tumultuous trembling of your legs beneath the wooden desk. 

“Fine.” You answer, your tone of voice curt with affliction as an impending climax sears along your every muscle. 

Remus’ hearing is known to be impeccable, even across great distances, and the sound of your disgruntled response, or rather the lack of respect that it carries for your friend, Remus thumbs over the button up to 4; the second-highest setting. 

It takes every ounce of your available strength to not writhe, to remain stoic in your wooden seat with the droning on of Professor Slughorn. You tuck a leg underneath your bottom, making sure to angle yourself so can at least attempt to relinquish yourself of the pressure in your belly. 

“Please go get your ingredients, students. Today may be an easy day but that doesn’t mean there’s room for slacking. You have the opportunity to make up missed assignments, so do use your time wisely. I will be at my desk, should you have any further inquiries.” 

“Y’want me to get the ingredients? You’re lookin’ a bit.. pale.” 

You clench your jaw and dip your chin down in a slow nod. 

Remus presses the highest setting to warn you to use your words. 

“Yes. Please.” 

With the sudden usage of your manners, Remus turns it back down to a subtle three, and you’re able to subdue the whimpers that are beginning to stockpile in the base of your throat. 

As you stir the potion you and your classmate neglected to succeed in last week, you nearly lose count of the number of rotations the wooden spoon makes, instead your mind being heavily focused on the dull vibrations of the bullet inside your cunt. 

“Hey!” Linda’s lips are clearly downturned in a disgruntled frown as she grabs your wrist. “It’s only supposed to be twelve times, love. Not twenty. Here, lemme just finish, yeah?” 

With a slow nod, you sit down in your seat again, subtly allowing your hips to rotate in your chair to give the vibrator the ability to stimulate different spots inside your core.

Remus passes behind you, clapping an apathetic hand upon your shoulder before he dips down to press his lips to the shell of your ear. 

“You’re not so elusive as you’d think, sweetheart. Can how needy you are from across the bloody room. Merlin, I can smell it.” 

Your response is wordless, masked by the rapture that overtakes your every sense. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize, baby.” He rises to his full height. “Just know that you still have two more classes left and I can’t promise that Sirius is gonna be as nice as me.” 

As if that was nice. 

But he has a point, for when you arrive in your Herbology class, Sirius is right next to you and he’s unrelenting, despite his kind words earlier this morning. 

When Remus and Sirius passed each other in the hall, the two had conversed for a mere 10 seconds, Remus merely telling the other boy: “If she doesn’t use her manners, make sure to turn it up. She’s been a bit disrespectful.” 

He had then pulled you out from under his arm, almost a puddle of mush, but not quite at that malleable state yet, and handed you off to the brunet. “Be good!” And with that, he had run off to his next class. 

When you slip your gloves over your hands, Sirius is a firm figure behind you, his chest firm at your back. “Sorry, love, just have to get the fertilizer really quick.” As if he’s unaware of the effect his looming presence has on you. 

“Daddy, please.” 

The plea comes out in a desperate drawl, toned down to a low whisper. 

“What’s wrong, puppy?” Sirius whispers, his query dripping with patronizing mockery. 

“Turn it off.” 

“Telling me what to do isn’t going to get you anywhere.” 

“Please.” 

“No.” Sirius finally grabs the fertilizer, the warmth behind you suddenly disappearing and therefore digging a sodden hole in the center of your heart. 

When you return to your seat to repot your Buboter plant, Sirius takes it in himself to press the dial to a startling five, out of nowhere. 

A startled yelp tears itself from your throat before you have the chance to dull it down to a simmer, at the abrupt action is quickly followed by the clapping of your palm over your mouth and the a rush of heat to your cheeks. 

Sirius is forced to bite back the bark of laughter that threatens to bubble out as you all-but collapse in your seat. 

“Miss l/n, are you okay?” Professor Sprout voices her concern from across the room, bushy brows pressed together in a look of concern. 

“Yeah!” You respond, despite the intense buzzing inside your pussy. “Just f-fine. Got dragon dung all over my skirt though. Just surprised me s’all.” 

Sirius’ palm finds your back and he soothes small circles between your shoulderblades. “You alright, sweetheart? You’re looking a bit...peckish.” 

“Fine.” You grit through your teeth, opting to repot your plant from your seated position. 

“Don’t use that tone with me.” Sirius warns, and with the sight of both his hands, you can rightfully deduce that he’s no going to switch this dial down any time soon. “Know your fucking place or I’ll be more than happy to put you in it. Got it?”  

You nod slowly, although it feels as though your skin has been set on fire, every nerve ending searing with desperation for more. But that rightful addition is righteously granted to you when you shift in your seat, the bullet shifting upward and pressing directly into your g-spot. 

Your hand shoots out involuntarily, your fingers encircling Sirius’ bicep as the vibrations pulse through the spongy muscle, eliciting wave after wave of ecstacy to wash over you. 

The boys never said anything about cumming, so you’re doing it, allowing the climax to hit you with full force until your legs are trembling and you’re forced to use your other hand to cover your mouth - for you’re about to sob. 

Your fingers are surely pressing bruises into Sirius’ arm, for his white button-up is rolled up to reveal his firm forearms. 

“Did you just-” 

You shake your head, your eyes screwed shut as you attempt to come down from your high. 

Sirius scoffs, shaking his head. This is going to be a long day indeed.

Before your last class of the day, Sirius drags you into the bathroom, where James is waiting impatiently. 

“Would you believe me if I told you that she thought she could cum? And then she did?” 

Sirius hoists you up onto the bathroom counter, forcing you to spread your thighs and reveal the mess that are your panties. 

They’re soaked, a visible dark patch in the dainty lace pink Remus likes you to wear. The vibrator is still churning inside you, and if you’ve accurately kept track, it’s been four hours. 

“Take it out!” You sob, hips twitching as Sirius drags the fabric to the side to reveal your weeping cunt. 

“Merlin.” James gasps, pressing the pad of his thumb at the end of the bullet to press it further inside you. “She’s soaked.” 

“Take it out!” You echo, clenching erradicly around the vibrator. 

“Watch your fucking tone.” James sneers, pinching an angry bruise at the inside of your thigh. “Now on your feet. We’re gonna get going. We have Charms next.” 

James takes the remote from his friend and turns it down to a dull three, and with that, you’re able to suck in a proper lungful of air, for that restriction against your windpipe is finally gone. 

“Let’s get going. C’mon. Thanks mate.” James curls an arm around your torso after sending a thankful wink at his friend, leading you out of the bathroom and towards your next class. Now this class was the easiest to get through, for you’re sure that James forgot all about the remote in response to scribbling down all the notes that Flitwick was rushing through. 

But that doesn’t mean your any less susceptible to climaxing once again.

For by the time you all return to your dormitory for the night, you’ve orgasmed at least three times and the heat at the pit of your belly isn’t simmering down any time soon. 

“Just want it out. Please.” You plead with the three males, finding a comfortable position atop James’ mattress and automatically spreading your thighs. 

Remus takes his sweet time, hooking his fingers around the band of your undergarment and pulling down the sodden fabric down your thighs and off your legs. 

“Alright, let’s see what we’re working with, hm?” He squats down, hooking a leg over his shoulder so he can inspect the damage. “How were the boys t’you, darling?” 

“Siri was mean.” You blubber, the consistent onslaught of vibrations so incredibly overstimulating that you’re reduced to tears at the mere thought of the bullet still being inside you. “Put it on to five all class!” 

“But Jamesie was nice, wasn’t he baby?” James coos, leaning down to smear a soft kiss along your cupid’s boy. “Daddy was just feelin’ bad cause of how soft you were in the bathroom, hmm?” 

“Oh so you guys checked in on her during classes? Good, probably needed it after Sirius was a righteous git.” Remus hums, thumbing through your folds in inspection of how incredibly swollen you are. 

“Hey! It was a punishment, she needed to be punished.” Sirius defends himself, throwing up two defensive palms. 

“Hurts so bad.” You blubber, hips quite literally bucking as you attempt to lull them to take the damned thing out of you. 

“Alright, alright, poppet. Hold on.” Remus croons, finally dipping his fingers inside you and retrieving the small toy, pulling it from your core before turning it off and dropping it on the bed. 

A relieved sigh slips off your tongue as you collapse backward onto the mattress. 

“How many times did you cum, princess?” Remus inquires, dragging a soothing palm over your abdomen as James goes to fetch a washcloth. 

“T-Three? Four?” 

“Good job, darling. D’you want one more?” Without warning, Remus is sinking his fingers inside your cunt, long fingers flexing with caution. 

You yelp, so incredibly overstimulated that you jolt away, grabbing onto his wrist and pulling him away from you. “N-No!” 

“Alright, alright.” Remus laughs softly. “How about we get you all cleaned up and then you can tell me how much of a meanie Sirius was being, hmm?” He retrieves the washcloth from James to slowly rub it over your perspiring limbs, slipping your shoes and socks from your calves. 

“Siri’s a meanie.” 

“That’s right, darling. That’s right.” 

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okay I’ve fallen dangerously in love with how you write daddy chris ✍🏽 could you write him doing oral as daddy ? 🥵🥵

you held chris’s hand as he helped you up the stairs, the other hand holding your dress up so you didn’t slip on it. you huff and drop your dress as you reach the top of the stairs. chris smiled at you and took you into the bedroom, sitting you on the edge of the bed. you leaned back on your arms and chris knelt down in front of you, pushing up your dress. 

chris’s hands softly touched your leg, sliding off your heel, kissing your legs softly and you smiled. “you were so well behaved tonight, baby. no back talk, no teasing, you were amazing. actually.. you’ve been very good for a while, now that i think about it..” his sentence trailed off as his mouth left open mouthed kisses on the inside of your thighs. you sighed contently and closed your eyes, chris’s head disappearing underneath your dress. 

“do i get a reward?” you asked softly and jumped as you felt his fingers touch your throbbing clit. chris’s finger rubbed up and down your folds, collecting your juices on your finger and sliding them into you quickly, pulling them out and backing out of your dress. 

“look at that, no underwear. did you want daddy to touch you tonight in front of all those people?” chris asked with a heavy tone, spreading his fingers in front of your face and you watched as his fingers entered his mouth, wrapping his lips around them and pulling them out slowly to tease you. 

“please touch me now” you whisper and chris smirks, kissing you roughly as he hips rocked against yours, his hands unzipping your dress and unclipping it. your fingers brushed his beard as he pulled away, pulling your dress off your body and hanging it up on the door. chris turned around and sighed, unbuttoning his jacket and hanging it up. he slid off his shoes and pushed your legs apart. 

“you looked so gorgeous tonight, baby. i could eat you right up” chris smirked and knelt down in between your legs, pulling your hips forward and smiling as he used his fingers to spread the lips of your pussy, blowing cool air on your clit and you whimpered. “and i’m going to” your fingers held chris’s hair and guided his mouth to your pussy, eyes rolling as his tongue plunged into you. chris hummed against you and your thighs shook, running your fingers through his hair as his tongue lapped your cunt. 

“fuck, fuck, yes daddy, yes” you moan and roll your hips, draping your legs over his shoulders. his middle and ring fingers slowly slid into you, your back arching softly as he curled his fingers. 

“who’s daddy’s good girl, hm?” chris pumped his fingers slowly, kissing your thighs and tickling your skin with his beard. you could barely keep your eyes open as his lips suck around your clit. 

“i’m.. i’m daddy’s good girl” you moan and chris smiled, his hair in between your fingers with your thighs pressing tight against his head. chris’s hands roughly pushed your thighs down against the bed, squeezing your skin in his palms as his tongue flicked your clit rapidly. his fingers fucked you again, pumping his fingers fast and you squirm. 

“look at you, so responsive. are you going to cum for daddy?” you nod your head and hold your breathe and curl your toes, gasping for air and moaning. 

“fuck daddy, yes yes yes right there” your fingers held his shirt as you sat up, trembling as chris’s arms wrapped around your thighs and held you in place as he drank up every drop of you. chris moaned against you as you fell back against the bed with a groan, huffing as you try to catch your breath. 

chris stood up and his beard glistened in the light, and he smirked as he wiped it with the towel before cleaning you up. “such a good girl” he whispered, kissing your lips softly and holding your hips. “i love you, yn” chris brushed his nose against yours and you smile, holding his cheek.

“i love you more, chris” you kiss him again and sit up, unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off. “we’ve had a long night,” you stand up and take his hand, pulling him towards the bathroom with a mischievous grin on your face. “how about we wash it away in the shower?”

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yeah </3

cockiness is so attractive to me in a way and it’s so irritating. like it’s annoying. and it annoys me. but the kind of expression and body language that comes with it. the self-satisfied attitude. the smug comments. the eye rolling. the smirking. “come and get me” hand gestures during a fight. eyebrow raising with an air of superiority. it’s just like. fuck you. i’m annoyed right now. i am so annoyed right now. but oh my fuck i am also so very, very attracted right now

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i barked

Doctor: sorry sir but your body has run out of magnesium

Me: 0mg

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very adorable idiots | g.w. x reader

a/n: y’all. i am so sorry. i know i haven’t been around much lately, and i am so so so sorry. life has been kicking my ass. this was the first time i’ve had motivation to write anything in almost two months. i’m also so sorry that this isn’t smut. i know several of you want that, and i sincerely apologize that i haven’t been able to give that to you. i promise, i am trying my best. i’ll hopefully have something for you soon. i hope you enjoy this piece.

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, king george weasley

The sun was just beginning to peep out from behind the clouds when George Weasley descended the Gryffindor dormitory stairs, only to find you staring blankly at the fire.

He thought you were dead.

“y/n?” He whispered, his voice just barely reaching your ears. He walked closer to you, and then he noticed the puffiness of your cheeks, the redness in your eyes, how absolutely broken you looked.

“y/n.” This time your name was a statement from his lips. You abruptly snapped out of your trance, turning to face him. “Oh. Hello, George.”

“Are you alright?” He inquired, his usually billowy voice now laced with softness.

It made you want to die.

Not actually. You didn’t want to commit suicide. Overall, you had a great life. It was just the fact that he was so kind to you, so caring, but it was platonic. And worst of all, it was pity.

“I’m okay. I’ll just head up to my dorm. Give me a minute, we can get an early breakfast, if you’d like?”

Your words flew over George’s head, worry being the only thing clouding his mind.

“Have you been here all night, y/n?” His face was etched with concern, and every word he spoke made you feel like you were slowly, yet painfully, disintegrating. Your mind was beating you up. You could practically feel the devil on your shoulder tying up, gagging, and throwing away the angel as it broke you down.

You mustered up a smile and a quick lie.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I had a bit of homework piled up that I needed to finish.”

He saw right through you.

“y/n, don’t lie to me. There’s no homework out, and I know for a fact that you didn’t have any left to do. You were in the library with me two days ago. Tell me what’s going on, please.”

You didn’t even realize your hand was tangled with his until he lead you back over to the couch to attempt to coax your sadness out of you.

You tried to deflect it, you really did. But there was just something about him…

You were sobbing into his chest within minutes.

"Everything is so hard, George. I finally thought I was recovering after what Cameron did to me, and I thought I was moving on, especially as I started getting feelings for someone else. But knowing that he doesn't feel the way I do? It's killing me."

George's heart broke for you with every word you spoke. He wanted to yell at you, he wanted to scream out to the entire world how in love with you he was, how he would do anything for you, how you were his favorite person in the entire world. But he couldn't. Because you had just told him that you liked someone else.

He wanted to curse Cameron, your ex, for what he had done to you. He remembered the day that you came crying to him about how Cameron had hurt you, how he had left you in the hallway, his cowardice the only trait visible.

"Who do you have feelings for, if you don't mind me asking?"

He wished to at least know, so he could come to peace with it.

You took a deep breath and contemplated your current position. George had seen you with snot running down your nose, ugly crying away all your troubles. Worst case scenario, he would reject you, and you would move on.

"You."

In that moment, time seemed to come to a standstill. George couldn't believe his ears.

"Are you- is it- really?"

George's face and his stutter made you want to cry again.

"I know you don't feel the same," you started, "but I had to get it off my chest. I really, really like y-"

"y/n." He cut you off. "I am so infatuated with you. I absolutely adore you, and I have for so long. I didn't think you would ever feel the same, so I never said anything."

You stared at him, dumbfounded, as your faces grew closer together.

"Can I kiss you?" You murmured, your voice just barely comprehensible. George responded by smashing his lips onto yours.

It felt like fireworks as your tongues fought for dominance. At this point, more and more people were beginning to make their way to the Great Hall, but not even Fred's unnecessary wolf-whistling could stop you from getting intoxicated off of the taste of the man you felt so strongly for.

Much to both parties' chagrin, you and George pulled apart.

"Wow." George chuckled. "We both like each other and we just didn't say anything."

"We're both idiots, aren't we?" You asked, a blissful smile etched across your face.

"Yes!" Fred's voice rang across the common room. "But very adorable ones, at that." 

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