#prank gone... right?

[fanficshiddles]

Prank Gone... Right?, One Shot

Thanks for the prompt, I hope you like it! heartangel1331 submitted: tom and reader are on set for a movie as costars and have an age gap. readers friends who also work on set know reader has a crush on tom but what they dont know is that he likes her too and theyre very flirty together. so her friends pull a prank on her and fill her trailer with toms pics on the walls n all (like how it was with Sebastian stan iykwim) and reader gets rly embarrassed but the tom comes and see it and is all smiley and gigly and then teases her about it and later her friends find out and are surprised and the somehow include smut if u want. And hes very dominant thruout

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You couldn’t believe your eyes when you walked into your trailer to find the place plastered in pictures of your co-star, Tom Hiddleston.

‘Oh god.’ You groaned and put your face in your hands.

Your friends knew of your huge crush on Hiddleston, always teasing you about it. It didn’t help that they worked on set too as crew. So it was easy for them to gain access to your trailer.

‘I’m going to kill them.’ You muttered.

‘Who are you going to kill?’ Came a smooth voice from behind you. You’d not shut your trailer door yet as you were still standing just in the doorway, in shock.

‘Tom!’ You squeaked and spun around quickly, eyes wide as saucers.

He was smiling widely at you, then you noticed his eyes move from your face to the trailer. You tried to move back into his line of view as you attempted to come back through the door, to get it shut, but Tom was too tall and strong he just had to take a step inside and you couldn’t go anywhere.

‘Well, what’s all this?’ He asked, chuckling.

‘It’s not what you think…’ You groaned, your face heated up like fire. You wanted the ground to open up and swallow you, you were so embarrassed. ‘My friends clearly thought this would be a good prank.’ You grumbled.

Tom couldn’t stop smiling and laughing as he looked around at all the pictures. You were a bit surprised that he wasn’t angry or running away in horror. He seemed rather amused about it.

‘Aww, and here was me thinking you just admired me so much.’ He grinned and winked at you, making your flush even worse.

‘I… I do admire you!’ You blurted out quickly, then couldn’t maintain eye contact with him, feeling too shy.

Tom reached out to you and put a finger under your chin, raising your face upwards to look him in the eye.

‘Do I daresay I am making you flustered, pet?’ His grin grew even larger at the look on your face.

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. He was totally right, but you were more than flustered.

‘I’ve seen the way you look at me, and the way you react around me…’ He spoke low, his voice coursed through your veins making you tremble.

You did think that he had been flirting with you before, but you thought that was perhaps how he was with everyone. But now, you weren’t so sure.

‘I get the feeling your friends did this as a prank, but because there’s some truth behind it… hmm? Come on, pet. Use your words, like a good girl.’ He brushed your cheek with his thumb.

If your knickers weren’t already on fire, they certainly were now. You almost melted right there on front of him, and he could tell his words were affecting you.

‘There is…’ You whispered, his ears only just picked up on what you said.

His smile grew larger again. He slipped a hand round into your hair, holding you still as he leaned down and kissed you, softly at first but it soon became very heated.

Tom’s large hands roamed down your body, making you melt into him.

‘Does… does the age difference not bother you?’ You whispered to him as he backed you to the sofa and started removing your clothes, along with his own.

‘Not at all. Does it bother you?’ Tom asked as he gently pushed you down on the sofa, then crawled on over the top of you.

‘Nu uh.’ You said as you shook your head quickly.

‘Good.’ Tom grinned and began kissing down your body.

As soon as he got his head down between your thighs, he had you singing for him. You were surprised you didn’t rip his hair out as you gripped on hard, his tongue was so sinful as he made you cum in his mouth.

You wanted to repay the favour, but he had other ideas. He moved up over your body, positioning himself between your thighs. You could feel his heavy, hard cock pressing against your cunt. He began kissing you, his tongue delved into your mouth and you could taste yourself against him.

When he had you distracted, he reached down between you both to guide himself into you, filling you so well you gasped into his mouth. He toyed with your clit as he bottomed out inside you, letting you adjust for a moment before starting to pick up a steady rhythm.

You were glad that your trailer was at the edge of the rest, so your screaming and moaning wouldn’t be heard by anyone else.

Tom lapped up every moment of taking you, finally. He had wanted you for so long, he was just waiting for the opportune moment to appear. And now, at last, he had you writhing beneath him, impaled on his cock as he rocked into you.

‘I… I’m going to cum… Tom.’ You whined.

‘Shh, it’s alright, pet. I’ve got you. Let yourself go, cum for me.’ He nibbled on your neck.

You let out a cry as you came, he revelled in the way you clenched around him tightly, pushing him into his own orgasm too. He growled deep in his chest as he finally made you his.

After coming down from both of your highs, Tom pulled you into him as he moved onto his side, keeping you very close. He stroked your back, feeling goosebumps rise on your skin under his fingers.

‘Are you still with me, pet?’ He asked softly.

You nodded, but shyly hid your face into his neck, making him chuckle.

But a burst of panic shot through you when your trailer door flew open and one of your friends just came bundling in.

‘Hey, are you ready to go get… ohhhh my god!’ Your friend gasped when she saw you on the sofa, wrapped in Tom’s limbs. She quickly covered her eyes and turned away. ‘Never mind! Saw nothing! Next time put a tie on the handle!’ She shouted and rushed out the door.

You burst into fits of the giggles and Tom laughed too.

‘Well, at least she will see that her prank worked in your favour.’ Tom chuckled.

#Tom Hiddleston #Tom Hiddleston x you #Tom Hiddleston x reader #one shot #prompt #prank gone... right?

[izuke-the-zombie]

🌸 A little bit half-ass, not much effort into this little comic🙃 but I think we all know where all that attention went to😘✨lol

Kind of got the idea from that spider Virus game from that one episode I don't know what it was called but I thought it'd be funny

🐵Monkey King SiMpInG for Mac, You know our Monkey King is going to download it and play on HARD MODE! 🎮( lmao😆💖✨)

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #lmk #sun wukong #six eared macaque #doodle #monkey king #macaque #lmk mk #Mk #mei #lmk mei #prank gone wrong #cringy Monkey King sipping hard #half-ass attempt comic #mac dating sim #dating sims #just realized I didn't even put the word (need) on the last pic also I didn't spell (actually) right. #I am cringe #shadowpeach

[kylejsugarman]

i adore the breaking bad scene where all the guys at don eladio's place drink the poisoned tequila and start dropping dead because we the audience understand that this is an act of revenge that gus has been planning for years to avenge the death of his business and romantic partner, but jesse was never told any of this so he just got brought to a baller pool party by his new scary boss, a hot girl sat on his cock, and then everyone started dying and shooting at each other while he just stood there like

#syd squeaks #no one bothered to tell him that gus was going to pull a revenge prank gone right because he was the new guy #breaking bad #the idea of jesse trying to explain this experience later on to walt and walt hitting him with the 'jesse what the fuck are u talking abt' #jesse pinkman #gus fring

[ley-med]

Mission accomplished

Kept scratching the inside of a door of a very dark room until husband opened it to see which cat got stuck. Nearly pissed his pants, but at least I got him out of his gloomy and stressed out thoughts (now he's plotting his revenge)

#actual footage of me #prank #gone right #yes im a doctor no i will never grow up

[pzos-amiserableidiot]

was watching tiktok and a video had the song michael in the bathroom playing and I was vicerally reminded of being in middle and high school and mom always mentioning how much I looked like my dad (his name is michael) and how I slowly was able to start noticing it too and whenever I sang the song it reminded me of him and I felt like we were overlapping too often felt like id never be anyone but a shadow or his mirror and then i began learning i was trans and now the song makes me think of him even more (he’s not a bad dad he tells me he’s proud of me and stuff there’s just two really big moments he unknowingly failed and one long continuous one but he loves me and he’s proud and he supports me and he didn’t mean it and ive learned to make that enough) and the weird flashback I got when I heard that song and overlapping with his face and how if I transitioned I almost fear I’d be his clone and yeah Anywyas banger song

#the moments were that time he told me how he used to want something to be wrong with him and he’d cut himself to try and prove something was #and he showed me his incredibly faint scars and this was after I told them I was depressed and his solution was to tell me he faked it???? #and didn’t even see anything wrong or worrying that he’d cut himself or was self destructive or wished something was wrong so he’d have #something to blame for being the way he was and like DAD THATS DEPRESSION but I was too numb and shocked and felt so so so betrayed becuase #it felt mocking at the time like his way of comforting me. his child. was to fucking show me his scars and be like I faked it so I know #it’s real and sorry I don’t understand WTF DAD #Other time was when he gave me his phone to play Pokémon go and I betrayed his trust (he didn’t like anyone going through his phone) and #went looking through and found Grindr and saw some shirtless photos and people messaging before I left #dad had a shirtlesss photo on there. and I had to pretend everything was fine and erase the evidence and give the phone back and help look #for furniture for our new house and never tell mom cause she’s been through so much already (I really shouldn’t have known I wasn’t her #therapist but this is about daddy issues right now not the mommy ones) so anyways I never told him and years later he told me his friends #signed him up for Grindr as a prank and to make friends and that’s why he thinks someone from his work I pranking him by signing him up #for a gay furry dating site and yet I saw him on his bed sometimes messaging people and yeah #oh and the long continous one was not divorcing mom and defending her saying she loves us when she rejected me and my sister for being trans #and being gone for most of my childhood working and never understanding the fucked up dynamic of home that took place and resenting him for #ruining the perfect routine (sharp words scary feelings always wanting to cry) #anyways michael in the bathroom always gives me weird feelings #cause I hate and love my dad and I looked up to him so much and loooking like him would’ve been a dream but sometiems the wrongs he did #come back haunt my thoughts and I want to scratch and tear apart every feature that makes me look like him. I look nothing like my mom so #there’s nothing physical to tear apart (I just act like her sometimes and have to force myself not the throw up and attack myself from the #disgust)

[orbillusion]

bye guys I'm closing Tumblr forever

#/j #but seriously #i am emotionally devastated #and destroyed #and no longer capable of looking at this site without thinking about sad clips about parents grieving their children #and the fact that even the admins #the ones playing those kids were probably attached as well #remember when Philza equated Tallulah (maybe Chayanne too?) to losing his 5 year hardcore world #remember when Mike and Pac played the prank on Foolish about killing Leo and Foolish was pissed off because he thought #that they had killed his child #oh fuck me man #Like what happened to “always juntos” #they were supposed to be together forever #remember when Wilbur left his daughter a few months ago and Tallulah started leaving poppies for every day he's been gone? #Now that count won't ever be right #Now Wilbur is going to come back to an empty house and wilted Poppies stuck in a chest because the person leaving them there is gone and #can't take care of them #Now Vegetta is going to log on and go to Foolish's to try and find his daughter only to find an empty bed and a discarded hat

[unproduciblesmackdown]

brian colson is a halloween friend; so just a normal friend with a little twist: when one performance of the phantom where he gets to go on as the phantom is over he ceases to exist

#goosebumps the musical #like it's also gonna be weird for zeke and brooke b/c like your new trifecta member basically died lmao #like yeah he died For Real back in the day but his being a ghost was totally normal. then he's like Okay I'm Gone plus you're startled like #you do run smack into the real ghost after all. that would be surprising on its own. and it's your normal friend. and he's out byeeee #it also surely will get its own post but shoutout to the Amazing dialogue from ms walker on the phantom unmasked track #switching from theatre enthusiasm for ''wow the middle school actors did Great (via half just genuine responses)'' to like #a lively yet matter of fact ''No i Haven't'' regarding knowing where tf zeke is (also an alarming element lol having zero info abt that) #right into the teacherly exasperation ''about rewriting the script. on opening night!!!'' #which also implies Further nights likely lol. so at least in addition to [finding out your ghost role isn't actually a ghost] [finding out #your horror role has to do romance] [you do One prank for real but then you're getting repeatedly pranked too And blamed for it] #[you get framed which Would be alarming on its own even like what the hell lmao] [it's all good until here's brian w/the steel chair] #like let him actually be able to do the part even lmao. after all that. #that ms. walker exasperation but it's fine really is the energy i imagine for [tina is more amicable towards this duo who continues showing #up for theatrical productions too given that they were in the guys & dolls ensemble & if that becomes anything of a trifecta you're gonna #have like all their individual And group and potential Every Duo chaos lmao] #like sure maybe there's any degree of balance & reining each other in as well lmfao but still quite a handful #like they could both all be driving ms. walker up the wall And be reliable as theatrical contributors #i'd say yknow fine to leave unsupervised even but the trapdoor incidents lol....they'd probably be more careful abt that in particular #who knows if the Experiences here would make one very Generally more cautious or not #they don't exactly realize emile didn't plan on killing them at all; ghosts are real; but it was a normal friend w/a little twist #tina could bring some more backstage safety minding & she would Have to behave a bit abt role jealousy / not being outright mean lol #that is; to in turn be consistently friendlier w/brooke and zeke out here lol. angry not our buddy... #but it's easy enough for someone w/that dynamic who'll come through in the end and is funny / elevated to Become Friend or simply more of 1

[chaotictomtom]

chews on the bars of his enclosure (nice friend i made during a week long workshop who kept contact with me is asking if we want to come to the pool with his friend and my bf and i CAN'T even tho i WANT TO because i have lumps of flesh i wish to tear off AUGH i hate it here)

#would give kidney for instant top surgery right now right now right neoooooOOOOOOW #tomtom_is_rambling #goes insane ++++++ #could technically go!!!!! got a binder i could fuck up it's okay i needed another one anywqy #or like try out swimming with the tapes!!!!!! i have a shirt that's made for swimming #but i wish i could try swimming like this not in public and with like only bf or close friends!!! #don't want to push my luck when last time i got pranked by the tape as it just STOPPED STICKING TO MY SKIN OUT OF NOWHERE #NOT EVEN 30MIN AFTER I'VE PUT THEM ONE.....ANYWAY. #legit still not over this moment i now fear what was heaven for me. i could have gone this whole summer being a little less in the dumps #but now the only thing that made me go out and not kill me by being too tight + making me overheat IS NOT. A THING I CAN TRUST ANYMORE... #anyway. sorry. gotta respond</333333

[jheqiawrites]

Awe, my sweet oblivious love birds...

#mlb fandom #mlb fanfic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanworks #pranks gone right #adrien agreste #marinette dupen chang #cat noir #adrienette

[flarebean]

comic idea i will never actually draw:

fade, going through a totally normal morning routine

at some point in the comic she waters a plant someone on her retrieval raid got for her. there is a follow-up panel after she leaves the scene where the person, or someone else who knows, says to another person: "she still hasn't figured out it's a fake plant?"// "well if <the gifter> hasn't given up the ruse yet, I'm certainly not telling her"

other jokes include her making a token effort to brush her nightmares' teeth because somehow, despite being made of ectoplasm, it has more ectoplasm of different, stringy, material properties stuck between its teeth, and the Radiant Youths™ asking her weird things in the hallway, like 'so do you know what kind of underwear brim wears' (no, and she doesn't want to know), 'does cypher have a face?' (she's pretty sure he is in fact in possession of a face, she hasn't seen it though.) and 'do you think viper will be very upset if i do backflips outside her lab until she notices' (on the offchance that viper finds out by walking into your flailing body with a stack of lab notes and a rack of dangerous chemicals in hand and you will be very, very sorry)

#valorant #fade #valorant fade #fake plant watering prank gone RIGHT (REAL)

[leibholz-moved]

— my hands are always freezing in the winter *sob*.. thinking about stealing k.’s gloves, or discreetly putting my hand in his pocket when walking together.. thinking about him gently massaging the stiffness out of my fingers, oh so casually not letting go of my hand for hours at the time …

#but also. sneaking my ice cold anaemic-ass hands under his shirt prank gone right #🗡 insubstantial as seafoam or the memory of home #💖 txt

[hubmuses]

THE PRANK GONE RIGHT. // ( cont. )

at the head being thrown back by @atychis and the escape of a sigh, Loki was bursting at the seams. his laughter barely contained. he reached over and gave her one good pat on the shoulder, " good one, bud. " before his laughter lets out into happy tears. a successful prank on his end, going in the perfect direction of mischief.

once he collects himself , which takes a good long while, he's asking her, " did you see that coming ?? I've been waiting for an unsuspecting target. your reaction was TEN STARS." he shrugs out his hand, " I'm loki by the way. and by your reaction you must be a mischief goddess. "

#🐍: thread. #prank gone right. #🐍: OMG WHAT SHE DID. NO. I CANT.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for getting my best friend killed?

I swear to God, it was an accident.

My (27) BF (34) has a reputation for getting himself out of any jam you can imagine; and at first it was just a fun little thing the friend group noticed: there goes Oily J wiggling his way out of trouble again. but as the meme evolved in the group, it got to the point where we'd loykey started getting him into situations just to see how he'd get out of 'em, and he akept getting out of em. He was having fun with it too same as us. "Oh you guys," he'd say, "getting me into situations again," before laughing it off and getting out of it, so it was enrichment for our shared enclosures, and as time went on, the situations got more intense.

The trouble is, it turns out that putting a man in too many situations eventually gets the police interested. And not local hobsknockers cops either; they was like, proper three-letter FEDs. They put out a bounty on any information pertaining to his capture and everything. It was good money too so I thought, hey why don't I put J in another situation he can wiggle out of like always (and he'd wiggled outta worse before, so I thought this one'd be relatively mild), and at the next boardgame night (cause it was too late to do anything special for this one) we can buy some extra strong booze and get absolutely blitzed while having a giggle about the situation.

Boardgame night, and we were playing some social deduction nonsense or another and he says: "One of you is gonna betray me tonight." and I can't help but think, looking back on it, that he knew. It's stupid, I know he was talking about the game, but the way he said it, it was like he knew. We all felt it, and we had a big round robin round the table taking turns promising that we'd never betray him. And I said it so easily cause I thought it was true. Sure, I was gonna talk to the feds about a bounty; but, I fully expected my big beautiful oily boy to wiggle his way out of the trouble I was 'bout to cause, and that's not a betrayal. I wasn't lying. I didn't think I was lying.

My big beautiful oily boy didn't manage to wiggle his way out of it. They killed him and I got my blood money. He's gone.

He's gone and I'm devastated, crying, mourning. I loved him so much. We all did. And I can't stop thinking that it's my fault: that I'm the reason he's gone. and it is. and the guilt is eating me up inside. and I just need to talk to someone about it. So, I tell the rest of the group what happened in the group chat, hoping they'd understand that I didn't want this. I didn't want the government's blood money. It was supposed the be a prank. some joint enclosure enrichment. He was supposed to wiggle out of it like he always does... did, i mean.

They call me, among worse things, the asshole and kick me from the group chat. And, I know it's my fault he's dead: I know that. If I didn't do what I did, he wouldn't be dead right now. But, I didn't mean it for it to end up this way. He was supposed to be okay, damn it. I loved him. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #fandom aita #unreality #i never know how to tag the bible ones #also i don't think this is explicitly jesus christ superstar but for some reason it put me in mind of it #so that's where the extra option is from idk #specifically in my head is one particular production of it that a friend showed me when we were like. 17 #anyway i'm in love with how this one plays with modern language #good enough to post on purpose

[just-your-average-supervillain]

DP x DC: The Rivalry

It's a little-known fact among the Watchtower residents that there is a fierce rivalry going on amongst its members. On one side, the Flash, a core member of the Justice League. On the other, Daniel "Danny" Fenton, Head of Engineering for the Watchtower.

Nobody knows when the rivalry started. Some rumors say that it began when, after hearing the Flash rant about how stupid it is to believe in ghosts, Danny took the effort to reroute all of his outgoing calls to the advice line of the JLD. Others say that after Danny doubled the max speed of one of the jets, Flash took it upon himself to have a joyride in it and then submit a complaint about it being too slow... twelve separate times, each one no more than 24 hours after Danny had finished the last speed improvements.

Ever since, the two have been taking potshots at each other with pranks large and small. Danny arranged a standard maintenance check to change room authorizations... resulting in the Flash being unable to access the kitchens for a week. In return, the Flash spent an entire week replacing every single cup of coffee Danny had with the cheapest, most watered-down decaf he could find - and he swapped out the mugs for Flash-branded ones as well. Danny's modification of the Flash's suit to change colors to randomized sets of the most eye-searingly-bright, clashing colors possible for exactly one second after being exposed to the Speed Force were met with "Kick Me!" signs taped to Danny's back.

But... surely this has gone too far, right? Flash... really can't think of what he can do to top this.

He stares as every single Watchtower engineer zips between tasks using the Speed Force as if it's nothing. It's not a permanent change, thank god, he can see the packs on them that apparently give them the Speed Force, but it's still ridiculous.

You know what, no. He's just... not gonna engage with that. He turns around and leaves the engineering department.

It becomes a lot harder to avoid engagement when, over the course of the day, he has to witness each and every member of the Justice League speed around with a Speed Force pack of their own. Shouldn't Batman and Wonder Woman be above this sort of thing? Why does Superman need to be faster?!

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #dcu #Danny adds a more subtle version of his reverse-engineered Speed Force to Bruce Wayne's suits - as in the ones he wears to interviews #now Barry has to spend a MONTH seeing theories of Bruce Wayne actually being the Flash on the front page of every newspaper he reads #he DOES eventually ask Danny for a custom version of the color-changing version of his suit to cycle through the rainbow during Pride Month

[slytherinslut0]

enemies w/ tension. | slytherin boy headcanons

author's note: feralism inside. readers be advised. eighteen plus.

- your enemies reaction to you bending over in front of them.

Draco Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy, as your enemy, was an absolute arsehat.

He’d purposely go out of his way to make your life a living hell whenever he bloody could.

The teasing and pranking was relentless; from accidentally spilling a particular shimmering potion on your white uniform blouse, rendering it perfectly see-through and exposing your bra to everyone in potions class, to pulling out your seat when you weren’t looking; he’d done it all.

He was an absolute menace, but you also knew there was something more to it than that, something possessive, something obsessive.

And you thought this for a multitude of reasons, but the main one being that he admitted he was into you while drunk at a common room party. which of course he denied the next day, and every other day since, choosing instead to be as annoying as ever.

but on this particular late evening, assigned as partners for a class project, you found yourselves alone together; the tension high and the banter relentless.

“Draco, please stop acting like a bloody child for five seconds.”

He’d roll his eyes, fighting a smirk. “Pleading for mercy are you? How adorable.”

You’d huff, staring at him with your arms crossed out of frustration as he held your quill above his head, just out of your reach.

“No, I’m pleading for you to stop being so goddamn insufferable. Give me my quill.” You’d hiss, entirely irritated.

Of course he’d just laugh, wetting his lips as he analyzed your frustration, revelling in the fact he’s so clearly gotten you going.

“Here.” He’d sneer, all before tossing it half-way across the room. “Go fetch.”

by this point, your blood was boiling, but you wouldn’t miss the glint in his eyes, the one that told you he was enjoying this a little more than he should be.

With a frustrated sigh, you pivoted sharply, seizing the perfect opportunity. As you closed in on your quill, a deliberate hair flip cascaded over your shoulder. Slow and sensuous, you bent at the hips, hands trailing down your sides, tracing the subtle sway of your body reaching for the quill. Picking it up achingly slow, on the ascent, you locked eyes with Draco over your shoulder, a sly smirk playing on your lips.

Draco’s typically poised demeanor faltered as he watched, an involuntary pause freezing his features. His steely gaze, usually cloaked in arrogance, softened into a momentary bewilderment.

The realization hit him like a revelation, and before you could even process it, he was up and out of his seat, one hand gripping the back of your head as he loomed over you.

“What the fuck was that?” His voice was torn, shredded. “Quite the fucking tease, huh?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You blinked, grinning. “I simply picked up my quill.”

His grip on the back of your head tightened, his pupils blown wide with lust. All his restraint was gone.

“You’re a fucking filthy little thing “ he leaned in closer, wetting his lips as he glimpsed yours. “Do that again and I’ll fuck you right here, right over this desk.”

Blaise Zabini.

Blaise fucking Zabini. Your enemy? You guessed you could call him that.

Mainly because all the guy ever did was sabotage your bloody love life. Every single damn chance he got.

And not even in a traditional asshole type of way, like by scaring dudes off or threatening their livelihoods--oh, no.

he scared them off by just being himself.

You’d known Blaise since first year, being that the two of you are from the same house and share the same friend group,

but, all the two of you have ever done, since day bloody one, was banter and bicker like a pair of fucking first years.

But as you matured, that friendly banter slowly transitioned into something more, something that neither of you seemed willing to acknowledge.

Something that you knew was about to boil over, at any given moment. and perhaps, that moment was today.

you sighed in frustration, watching as the guy you’d been talking to all night began to make his way through the crowd, finally taking the hint and excusing himself after Blaise had just ever-so-kindly invited himself into your conversation.

“Why do you have to ruin everything?” You took a sip of your drink, glancing at a smirking Zabini through narrowed lids. “Do you not want me to find love? Do you truly hate me that much?”

“I did you a favour, trust me,” he’d quip, flashing those perfect pearly teeth at you. “Dude would have bored you death.”

“The great Zabini, doing me a favour?” Your eyes widened, and you’d stifle an amused scoff. “Sure you’re feeling okay?”

As Blaise was poised to respond, you fumbled with your wand, inadvertently dropping it onto the wooden floor of the common room. Acting on instinct, you bent down to retrieve it, sensing Blaise's eyes lingering on your backside for an unnecessarily long moment as you slowly straightened up.

And when you finally looked over, you watched as he brought a hand up to his mouth, attempting to hide his grin as he shot you a knowing, wide-eyed glance, his body tensed as though he was fighting to restrain himself.

but after only a few seconds, he’d step closer, his hand grazing your arm as he leaned in.

“Excuse me miss, but I think you’ve made me drop something,” he’d pause, watching your eyes as you met his.

“I’m sorry?” You snorted. “what are you-“

he’d pull you closer, bringing his mouth toward your ear. “you made me drop my fucking jaw…”

you’d blink, caught off guard. “Blaise-“

“That ass is fucking perfect,” he murmured, wetting his lips. “cant hide it anymore, princess…i want you bad.”

Lorenzo Berkshire.

“Enzo-earth to bloody Enzo,” you emitted an audible groan, sinking back down into the chair beside him.. “can you please at least fucking attempt to help me?”

Enzo was uninterested in your pleas, truthfully, he was uninterested in anything you had to say. Paying no heed, he sat slouched, head nestled in his arms on the desk, seemingly oblivious to your presence.

you sighed. this was going to be a long damn class.

“Enzo, please? you can sleep after class-“

He grumbled softly under his breath, neglecting to raise his head from the desk. However, he pivoted it towards you, his bleary brown eyes meeting yours.

“can you knock it off?” his voice was a shredded rasp. it was clear he was exhausted. “don’t you ever get tired of hearing your own voice?”

You scoffed, irritation evident on your face. This was the typical Enzo conversational experience--a constant exchange of snark and jabs. It baffled you how a man so fucking attractive could also be so damn daft at times.

“i don’t, actually,” you huffed, trying to keep your composure. “but i certainly get tired of your ignorant attitude.”

that managed to get at least a chuckle out of him, even if it was a half-assed one.

“spicy today, i see.” his lids fluttered back closed as he muttered, “bite me, darling.”

“you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you teased, your voice taking on an arrogant tone. “masochist.”

Enzo emitted a snort, a hearty chuckle escaping from his chest in response to your suggestive jab. Progress was evident, and you sensed the need to elevate things to the next level if you intended to secure his assistance.

Making sure his eyes remained closed, you slyly nudged your quill, sending it tumbling off the table and onto the floor. A mischievous smirk played on your lips as it hit the ground, and Enzo's eyes snapped open, fixing on you.

Maintaining the intense eye contact, you slowly leaned over in the chair, letting the seductive sway of your movements accompany your reach for the fallen quill.

you could feel Enzo's gaze following your every movement as you retrieved the quill with a lingering touch--all while a subtle, suggestive smile danced on your lips.

the second you straightened out, Enzo sat up straight, clearing his throat, tongue darting out to moisten his lips as he fought to collect himself.

“what’s the matter, Enz?” you quipped, unable to control yourself. “thought you were tired?”

“don’t play with me, angel.” he muttered, leaning closer. “please, Merlin, don’t fucking play with me.”

you’d snicker. “help me with this assignment and i’ll let you touch it.”

“deal.”

Mattheo Riddle.

you and Mattheo were enemies for one reason, and one reason only--his suffocating arrogance.

perhaps you were the only girl in the school who called him out on his bullshit, perhaps you were the only girl in the school who didn’t fall flat at his feet anytime he simply breathed.

and Mattheo, well, he wasn’t used to this type of treatment. and he certainly wasn’t keen on the fact he couldn’t get you in his bed with a mere second long glance.

of course, you were fully conscious of the fact he was hot as fuck, but your self-respect and dignity outweighed your sexual desires, which in turn, created fiery spats every-time the two of you were near each other.

And so, here you were, paired with him for a research assignment; the two of you alone in the library on a Sunday night, while he was totally hungover. And as insufferable as ever.

“Mattheo, give my fucking textbook back.”

He’d groan, rolling his eyes as he tucked the book under his arm, hugging it to his chest while seated sluggishly.

“Come and get it back, then.” He’d utter, smirking. “I promise I don’t bite…hard.”

You fought back a scoff. “You won’t be able to bite at all if you don’t cut it the fuck out…it’s almost ten o’clock we need to start this.”

Mattheo rolled his eyes, again, his tongue piercing the inside of his cheek as he pulled the book out from under his arm, and stood up, moving over to the bookshelf behind your chair.

With suffocating snark, he knelt down, shoving the book onto one of the shelves lowest to the ground, all before turning back around and smirking at you, crossing his arms over his chest and shrugging casually as he cocked an eyebrow.

“You told me to give it back.” The arrogance in his tone was nauseating. “You didn’t specify where.”

“First of all, that’s the wrong shelf,” you’d mutter, watching his eyes follow you as you pushed up from the chair, veering closer. “And second of all, you’re not funny.”

Mattheo poised for a sharp retort, ready to counter with his usual biting wit. However, his words stumbled into silence as he observed you drawing near.

With a swift, almost calculated movement, you bent at the hips to retrieve your book beside him. The fabric of your skirt dared to venture higher up your thighs than convention allowed, leaving Mattheo momentarily entranced and rendering his intended response obsolete.

But the second you straightened out, meeting his eyes, lips teasing a knowing smirk, he was on you.

Your back slammed against the shelf as he grappled your hips, shoving you back. he towered over you, his lips pressed directly against your ear as he growled;

“You shouldn’t be bending over like that in front of me,” his voice was torn, shredded, and he finished the sentence off with a sharp “ever.”

your heart was hammering. “Why not, Matty? Didn’t enjoy the show?”

“You have no idea what that ass of yours does to me,” he groaned, his grip on your hips tightening. “Every fucking day I imagine railing it--I imagine fucking the attitude right out of you…you should know better than to tempt me.”

Theodore Nott.

“Look at that,” Theodore quipped, his snarky grin practically evident in his tone of voice. “top of the class again. how does that L feel, huh?”

you grumbled, rolling your eyes so far into the back of your skull that you were seeing white.

“don’t get cocky, Nott.” you nearly snarled, the frustration seeping from your lips like breath. “it’s not a good look on you,”

theodore merely chuckled, knowing that was a complete fucking lie.

cockiness was an infuriatingly good look on him, and that was solely due to the fact that the objects of his arrogance were damn impressive achievements that could make anyone green with envy.

the man was unfathomably smart for an arrogant jock whose life was dedicated to being the best quidditch player to ever exist.

clucking his tongue, he’d shoot you a knowing glance. “you sound jealous, bella. what’s your grade?”

as he tried to lean over to glimpse your mark, you pulled your paper away from him, scowling. “how about mind your own business, hm?”

he’d chuckle. “never been known for that, have i?”

Before you could formulate a response, Theodore snatched the paper from your hands, leaning away to sneak a glance at your mark. Your groan of irritation resonated, signaling your exasperation with his antics.

Annoyed, you reached over to grab your paper back, your low-cut blouse exposing more of your chest than you’d intended.

As soon as Theodore’s eyes fixed on your chest, noting your breasts practically spilling out of your shirt, he paused; his fingers involuntarily releasing the paper without further fight, his lips parting and eyes darkening.

“merlin,” he’d breathe, his voice torn. “you trying to give a lad a fucking heart attack, wearing a shirt like that?”

your cheeks grew warm, his eyes not once breaking from your chest as you straightened back out in your chair, adjusting yourself.

“it’s rude to stare, Nott.” you’d say, fighting a grin. “didn’t your mommy ever teach you that?”

Theodore let out a low groan, edging his body closer to yours. His lips dangerously neared your ear, and he couldn't resist sneakily glancing down your shirt, unable to control his wandering gaze.

“it’s rude to tease, Bella,” he’d purr, his voice a dark murmur. “and truth be told, i can’t quite help myself…”

you huffed, unable to stifle your smirk. “sounds like you need a refresher in manners.”

“Oh, principessa,” he’d retort, his voice laced with need. “you can refresh me in anything you want as long as i can see more of those perfect tits of yours.”

Tom Riddle.

Tom Riddle was an absolute brilliant genius;

a good man. a private, by-the book type of student.

and if you were being completely honest with yourself, this was precisely why the two of you didn’t quite get along.

it seemed as though Tom had it out for you, as though he had some sort of personal vendetta to make your life a living hell.

At every opportunity, he wielded his prefect powers to land you in trouble for something. Perhaps, in all fairness, you should have known better than to sneak into the restricted section of the library or prowl around the castle late at night,

but, gods. couldn’t he just cut you some bloody slack for once?

Admittedly, you were afraid to cross Tom. You weren't eager to be on his bad side, but at the same time, you weren't prepared to entirely abandon breaking the rules and having fun just because you were aware he could catch you.

so instead, you learned his schedule, where he’d be and at what times, knowing how to effectively avoid him.

the man was a cunning genius, you knew he could effectively destroy you if he so pleased.

but, on this particular night, he was set to be patrolling the dungeons for at least another two hours, giving you plenty of time to sneak into the library and do a little research.

and everything was going extremely well, hidden in the restricted section, blanketed by the nights encompassing darkness, when you noticed your shoelace was untied.

Bending down to address the matter, a peculiar sensation tingled through your senses as you completed the task. A subtle shift in the atmosphere hinted at an approaching presence, and just as you straightened up, the hushed cadence of footsteps drew closer.

Before you could pivot to face the intruder, their looming silhouette materialized behind you.

A towering figure, their breath, warm and palpable, brushed over your ear as they leaned in, setting your nerves on edge.

“you shouldn’t be bending over like that in public,” the voice was a deep, dark rasp in your ear, the arrogance in the tone unmistakable. “some people might think you’re a little slut.”

heat rushed you, your thighs clenched. “and what if i want some people to think that?”

immediately understanding your suggestive remark, Tom wasted no time before grappling your hips and spinning you around to face him, one hand slithering around your lower back and grasping a palmful of your ass.

“filthy whore,” he’d growl, his voice shredded now, barely restrained. “breaking the rules and showing off that perfect ass for anyone to see…calls for punishment i’d say.”

his teeth found your neck and you whimpered, clutching onto him. “i’m-“

Tom pulled back, meeting your eyes. “bend over the desk, now.”

#sorry #i got extremely carried away #18+ au.

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[chaosandmarigolds]

More Simon Riley and Pre-k teacher? Duh, cause I've been thinking about it for too long :0

Thinking about how the first day retirement!Simon would've gone when he was babysitting pre-k's little boy

Simon actually spent forty-two hours getting the house 'Ollie' proof, after you sent a two-paragraph long essay on how 'rambunctious' and 'high-energy' your three-year-old could be

Simon that never felt so happy as he opened the door to see you with Oliver on your hip, a small part of him wishing that you didn't have to drive to see him

Simon who never wanted the moment to end when you gave him a hug once you told Oliver to go run inside, smiling ear to ear as you handed him the backpack and lunch pail and a small remark on 'how he would make just a fine dad'

Simon which when Oliver wanted ice cream quickly whipped out his phone to text you to make sure the little guy didn't have any allergies

Simon who has your name saved with a <3 beside your name (something he will die with...and that Oliver noticed)

"dat's mommies name."

"right-o, laddie."

"Has heart, ooo, mommy likes hearts, 'ister Riley."

Simon with an ice cream in one hand and Oliver's hand in the other walks through the park, ensuring his silence on the matter

Simon who pushes Oliver onto the swing set at the playground about ten minutes from his house, not caring to look at how all of the mom's looked at him in awe because he had you, and you trusted him with Oliver- an honor he would never forake

Simon who carried Oliver park for two hours at the park since the little guy was just...so so tired, and began to think you got the kid all wrong, this little thing couldn't be so high energy that you had to warn him about it

Simon as he sat on the ground watched Oliver in the backyard, spending the next forty-nine minutes jumping on the tiny trampoline Johnny had given him as a prank gift- was carefully sweeping up the broken glass on the ground since Oliver sent on a little...run through the house as soon as they got home

Simon was exhausted when your car pulled into the driveway around six pm, your clothes a little worse for wear, and your hair frizzled out from the humidity

Oliver who took the opportunity to go through the zipped up and dusty bag that sat on the side of the sofa, finding Simon's old balaclava, being three chose to put it on

Simon who lets the hug linger as you thank him again for watching Oliver, only lets go when he hears your faint gasp and you move to walk in

Simon who swore his heart fell into his stomach when he saw the three-year-old with the old tattered thing- no! He hadn't washed it in- The kid was too-

'Oh my gosh! baby, where'da get that?'

'Ister Rileys."

'Really? well you look so so handsome but I think Mister Riley doesn't want you goin through his stuff'

Simon never though he would be affected by a little kids puppy dog eyes until he saw Oliver's, so he quickly shakes his head and tells the little dude that when he gets it washed its all his

Simon who would give so many more things than a war-run balaclava to see you and Oliver smile again

Simon who helped Oliver take a few of his things and was confused by the boys insistence on leaving his dinosaur with him

Simon was never more flattered when you explained that you always told Oliver that you would come back for his dinosaurs, so his want to leave them meant Oliver wanted to come back

Simon who really should've invited you in for dinner...Well, he would have all of summer to try again

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