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V.I.P I'm with the Band - 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕋𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕥 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1520071190-v-i-p-i%27m-with-the-band-%F0%9D%95%90%F0%9D%95%A0%F0%9D%95%A6%F0%9D%95%A3-%F0%9D%95%8B%F0%9D%95%9A%F0%9D%95%94%F0%9D%95%9C%F0%9D%95%9A%F0%9D%95%A5?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Glittervame Follow Bellatrix as she travels with her cousin's favorite boy band, Perfect Storm, as an official tour member. Between a billion tour stops, and pranks gone wrong, differences start to drive the boys apart. Can Bellatrix and her cousin Mackenzie keep them together and on the road to fame? Or will they fall apart before they get their own world tour?

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It's my 4 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

What the freak, that's literally a lifetime ago, throwback to my first post, and throwback to my first fic.

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Study!Theo

who prides himself on being a D1 pussy eater but when you say that you're not satisfied, he chooses to do something about it

Theo looked up from his textbook, his eyes meeting yours with a determined glint. "Not satisfied?" He echoed, a hint of surprise and a touch of challenge in his voice. His book closed with a thump, forgotten in the face of this new task. "Let's fix that," he murmured, a smirk playing on his lips as he stood from his chair.

He approached you with the confidence of an athlete approaching the field, his stride purposeful and his eyes focused solely on you. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer, your bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle that had been separated too long. His touch was warm and sure, a silent promise of the skill he was about to demonstrate.

Without breaking eye contact, Theo lowered himself to his knees, his gaze dropping to the juncture of your thighs. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he took in the sight before him. "I'm offended that you've said this," he reminded you, his voice thick with desire. "I'll keep going until you can't cum anymore, yeah?"

He didn't waste any more time talking. Instead, he kissed your inner thighs, his hands gently pushing aside your panties to expose your wetness. The first touch of his tongue sent shivers down your spine, a delicious wave of pleasure that had you gripping the edge of the table for support. He tasted you, his eyes closing in ecstasy as he explored your folds with the tip of his tongue.

Theo's technique was flawless, each stroke and flick designed to tease and tantalize. He took his time, savoring every inch of you like a gourmet meal. He knew exactly when to apply pressure, when to ease off, and when to change the rhythm. His fingers danced alongside his mouth, teasing your clit and dipping inside you, adding to the symphony of sensations.

You couldn't help but moan, your voice a siren's call that only spurred him on. His eyes snapped open, watching your reactions with the intensity of a hawk eyeing its prey. He took in the way your hips bucked, the way your breath caught in your throat, and the way your eyes rolled back in your head. It was like watching a masterpiece come to life, and he was the artist painting it with every lick.

As your moans grew louder, Theo's movements grew more urgent, his tongue delving deeper, his fingers working you faster. You felt yourself building towards something powerful, something that would shake you to your core. And when it hit, it was like a tidal wave, crashing over you and leaving you trembling in its wake.

He didn't stop, though. He knew you weren't satisfied with just one. Theo's tongue continued to worship you, his hunger for your pleasure insatiable. He pushed you higher and higher, each orgasm a stepping stone to the next until you were begging for mercy, your legs trembling and your voice hoarse from screaming his name.

Finally, with one last, lingering kiss, he pulled away, looking up at you with a smug satisfaction that was impossible to ignore. "Tell me that wasn't better," he dared, his voice a low growl.

Study!Theo

who will slip his hands up your skirt and finger you while you study, only moving when you get your answers right

Theo's eyes bore into yours, a mischievous glint dancing across his irises as he slides closer to you, the scent of his cologne mingling with the faint aroma of the freshly brewed coffee that fills the study room. You feel a gentle tug at the hem of your skirt, his fingertips grazing your skin with the lightest of touches, sending a shiver down your spine. Your heart races as you realize what he's suggesting, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"Theo, what are you doing?" You whisper, trying to sound scandalized, but the tremble in your voice betrays the thrill that's coursing through you.

"Just trying to help you focus, babe," he murmurs, his voice low and seductive. "Every time you get an answer right, I'll… well, you'll know what happens."

You gulp, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks. You can't believe this is happening, but the prospect is too tantalizing to ignore. You nod, and he winks, his hand sliding up your thigh, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

The first question lingers in the air, and you bite your lower lip, concentrating hard. With a gasp, you recall the answer and blurt it out. Theo's fingers move higher, slipping under your panties, and you feel a soft pressure against your most sensitive spot. You're torn between the need to maintain your composure and the overwhelming desire to give in to the sensation.

As the study session progresses, the tension builds, a delicious mix of academics and arousal. The gentle strokes of his fingers become more insistent with each correct answer, the anticipation making it increasingly difficult to concentrate on your work. Yet, somehow, you manage to keep up, driven by the erotic reward system he's set in place.

With each new question, your body tenses, waiting for the sweet release that comes with the affirmation of your knowledge. Your breath hitches as his touch becomes more deliberate, his movements more rhythmic. You're acutely aware of the slickness between your legs, and the way his thumb circles your clit, coaxing it to respond to his touch.

You don't really get much studying done during this…

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♥ Pansy ♥

Thanks for asking

Amortentia prompt

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𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓱𝓵𝔂 𝓗𝓸𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓹𝓮

You're wrapping up an important lesson in friendship dynamics. It's possible that you've been struggling with a friend whom you love dearly but have grown apart from. Balancing misaligned values with a deep attachment is tough -- you can only sweep things under the rug for so long. As Mercury and Venus turn direct in your friendship sector on April 7 and April 12, respectively, brace for a pivotal turning point. An intense conversation could show you a fair middle ground or prove that it's time to distance yourself.

A work-related change is on the horizon around April 12, thanks to a Full Moon in your 6th house. Someone may be about to quit, and it's not necessarily you! Watch out for additional domestic tension after Mars enters your home and family sector on April 18. Try to discharge this energy by attacking some DIY renovations, if possible. The New Moon in your sign on April 27 offers a fresh start. It could signal new developments in love or symbolize your readiness to update your identity or physical appearance. The time for transformation is now!

𝔗𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 . . .

As a new month starts, a driven Saturn-Uranus sextile on April 4 brings an interesting mix of inspirational, grounding energy. While staying in your fixed sign comfort zone is always tempting, Taurus, this is the Universe’s way of encouraging you to get out of your rut. When was the last time you tried a new dating app or at least updated your profile?

The sun enters your steady, responsible sign on the nineteenth, so you’ll be radiating that “I’m a secure potential partner vibe.” By highlighting your personal goals and accomplishments, you let other people know both what you expect from them and what they can expect from you. Being honest from the start helps you build a solid long-term relationship.

On April 27, there’s also a new moon in your transformational first house, which can lead you down a totally new path. There’s never been a better time to let go of an ex or old beliefs about love that are holding you back. This lunation offers a fresh start that allows you to embrace new possibilities, so be ready when those romantic opportunities knock.

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"I've got some skills other than Quidditch"

Fred Weasley x Y/n

Warning: Smut +18 MDI, Wrap it before you tap it, idk it's just smut. happy birthday Fred

He didn't even mean to drink it, the aphrodisiac; the drinks got messed up during one of his and George's pranks on a group of Hufflepuffs. But here he was, Fred Weasley, Gryffindor Quidditch player and all-around joker, with a raging boner and a mouthwatering desire he couldn't control.

The hoodie was the only thing he could grab before he bolted out of the Three Broomsticks, his face hot and his heart racing. The streets of Hogsmeade were crowded with students from all houses, the cobblestones slipping under his shaking legs. He had to find someplace to hide, to let the potion do its thing before someone recognized him.

He'd managed to sneak away from the rest of the Gryffindor students and had hidden in the shadows of an alleyway, hoping to find some semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos. But fate had other plans.

Y/n stumbled into the alley, her eyes wide with surprise when she saw him, her Slytherin robes fluttering in the cold breeze. The rivalry between their houses was palpable, but the potion was stronger, and Fred's eyes wandered down her body with a hunger that had nothing to do with the Snitch.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed, her voice filled with accusation. But then she took a step closer, and he saw the curiosity in her gaze, the way her pupils dilated. "What's wrong with you?"

Fred could feel the potion thickening his voice as he mumbled, "I need… I need some…help."

Y/n's eyes widened even more, and she took another step closer, reaching out to touch his arm. "What kind of help?"

He didn't answer with words. Instead, he reached out and pulled her into the alley with him, his hands fumbling at the fastenings of his trousers. He was so embarrassed he could die, but the potion didn't care about his dignity.

"You're not… you're not going to tell anyone, right?" he stuttered, his mind racing with the embarrassment of his current predicament.

Y/n chuckled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Your secret's safe with me," she murmured, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

Y/n's hand closed around him, and the world tilted on its axis. She was warm and soft, and Fred couldn't believe he was standing in a Hogsmeade alley with a Slytherin girl about to do something that would make his mother faint if she ever found out. But he couldn't stop it, couldn't stop the potion, couldn't stop himself from groaning her name.

The hoodie was all he had to hide his identity, and he used it well, pulling it down to cover his face as she dropped to her knees. The fabric was rough against his skin, but it was also a comforting barrier, allowing him to forget who he was, who she was, and just focus on the sensations.

He could feel his resolve slipping as the potion's effects took hold, turning their rivalry into something… more. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, and all he could focus on was the feeling of her mouth on him, the way her eyes looked up at him with a mix of challenge and hunger.

"You… you're so…" he gasped, unable to form coherent words.

Her mouth was hot and wet, and she took him in like she'd been waiting for this moment all her life. He felt the magic of the potion swirl around them, mixing with the desire that had been building between them all year. They had been eyeing each other across the Quidditch pitch, sniping and teasing, but now, it was all heat and need.

Fred leaned against the wall, his hands in her hair, guiding her as she took him deeper, her eyes looking up at him through the gap in the hoodie.

Y/n smirked around his length, her eyes never leaving his. She enjoyed the power she had over him, the way he trembled at her touch. She knew he'd never admit it, but she could tell he enjoyed it too.

The alleyway was cold, but Fred's body was on fire. He was lost in the sensations, his hips moving involuntarily as she took him deeper. The sound of her mouth and the occasional gasp from his own was the only noise in the otherwise quiet street.

The tension in his body built until it was unbearable, and he had to hold onto the wall to keep from falling apart.

And then it was over, and he was panting and trembling, and she was standing up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, looking at him with a smug satisfaction that was all too Slytherin.

"Feel better?" she asked, a smirk playing on her lips.

"You know, Fred," Y/n began, a smug smile playing on her lips as she straddled him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I've always wondered what you'd look like when you're not throwing pranks or causing trouble for everyone." Her fingers curled around his length, stroking him in a way that made his eyes roll back into his head and his body arch off the bed.

Fred's hands roamed her body, tracing the lines of her waist and hips before settling on her breasts. He felt her nipples pebble under his touch, the sensitive skin reacting to the light caress. His own arousal was evident, his erection pressing against her inner thigh as she leaned forward, her breath hot against his neck.

"Cute, am I?" he murmured, a hint of challenge in his voice. "You're the one who's begging for more, Sweetheart."

Y/n smirked, leaning back to give him a better view of herself. She reached down and took his length in her hand, stroking it gently before guiding it to her entrance. "Is that so?" she whispered, sinking down onto him in one smooth motion.

The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of heat and pressure that had Fred arching his back and biting his lower lip. He could feel her wetness coating him, her inner walls tightening around him as she began to move. Her movements were slow and deliberate, as if she wanted to savor every second of their contact.

"Fuck, Y/n," he groaned, his hands gripping the bedcovers. "You're so…so…"

"Good?" she supplied, a wicked glint in her eye. "I know."

Fred's eyes rolled back in his head as she picked up the pace, her breasts bouncing with the motion. She leaned back, giving him a view that was nothing short of mesmerizing. The sweat glistened on her skin, and the look of concentration on her face was almost as arousing as the sensations she was creating within him.

"Look at me, Fred," she murmured, her voice husky with desire. "Look at how much you want this."

He did as she asked, meeting her gaze. It was like staring into a pool of molten chocolate, and he was drowning in it. His eyes glazed over as she picked up the pace, her hips moving faster, grinding down on him with each thrust.

"Look at how far you get," She mumbles, tracing the stomach bulge. "All the way riiiiight here." She squeezes around him as she taps the highest point.

Her words were a balm to his bruised ego from the Quidditch match. He had never felt more desired or more alive than he did at that moment. He watched as she leaned back, her hair cascading over her shoulders like a dark waterfall. The moonlight caught the beads of sweat on her skin, making her glow.

Loosing was not an option for him, whether it came to Quidditch or to making products for his business with his brother, but as he lays there with Y/n on top of him, he can't help but feel a mix of pleasure and surprise. Her eyes gleam with a sly satisfaction as she leans down, whispering those words into his ear. He's panting, his heart racing from the exhilaration of the situation match, but now it's racing for an entirely different reason.

"Cum for me, Fred," she urged, her voice a sultry purr. "Let me see you fall apart."

With a guttural groan, Fred felt his body responding to Y/n's taunts, his cheeks flushing a deep red as he came, pleasure flooding through him. She sat atop him, her thighs tight around his waist, riding him through the last spasms of his orgasm.

Finally, she threw her head back and cried out, her body shuddering with the force of her own climax. The sound echoed through the room, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine.

"That," Fred managed to say, his voice hoarse, "was definitely worth losing a Quidditch match for."

Y/n chuckled, collapsing onto his chest. "Good to know I've got some skills other than Quidditch."

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V.I.P I'm with the Band (on Wattpad) 

Follow Bellatrix as she travels with her cousin's favorite boy band, Perfect Storm, as an official tour member. Between a billion tour stops, and pranks gone wrong, differences start to drive the boys apart. Can Bellatrix and her cousin Mackenzie keep them together and on the road to fame? Or will they fall apart before they get their own world tour?

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WHAT THE FUCK this is actually beautiful 😭

❦ cw ; f!reader. fluff.

toji fushiguro had no intentions of getting married again. even when you came crashing into his life with all the love in the world for someone so stubborn and hardened, he could never get married again.

when you taught him to style his daughter tsumiki's hair and he saw the way her eyes lit up, that "never" became "unlikely".

when toji awoke one night to megumi crying out for you after a nightmare startled him and you came running at two in the morning, "unlikely" became "maybe".

when his daughter and son said goodbye on their first day of school and tsumiki called you her mom, "maybe" became "possibly".

when toji caught a bad flu and you stepped up to take care of the kids while continuing to shower him in love and care, "possibly" became "probably".

when megumi accidentally tore his most treasured dog plushie and bawled until daybreak, toji watched as you painstakingly taught yourself how to make a dog plush from scratch. he fiddled with the velvet box in his pocket as "probably" became "soon".

as toji stands at the altar, dressed to the nines and shuffling nervously, he catches a glimpse of his daughter with a flower basket, and his son with a ring pillow, both awaiting you in wonder. toji swallows nervously as music fills the room and he catches a glimpse of you, the woman who stole his heart and made him whole once more. the burly and stoic man quickly wipes a tear as he watches you walk down the aisle towards him, the most gorgeous sight he's ever laid eyes on. suddenly "never" seems so far away, and "forever" is all he sees.

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i love people 😭🙏

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

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V.I.P I'm with the Band - 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕋𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕥 

(on Wattpad) 

 Follow Bellatrix as she travels with her cousin's favorite boy band, Perfect Storm, as an official tour member. Between a billion tour stops, and pranks gone wrong, differences start to drive the boys apart. Can Bellatrix and her cousin Mackenzie keep them together and on the road to fame? Or will they fall apart before they get their own world tour?

Book is finished: published chapters every Sunday, Wednesday, Friday

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Oh....Happy Valentine's Day

Theodore Nott x FEM!Y/n

Theo and Y/n are STEP siblings, they are not related

Warning: Smut +18 MDI, Wrap it before you tap it, humiliation, fingering, creampie, spanking, spit kink, doggy, rough sex, Theo refers to self as big brother and Y/n as sister, dubcon

Theodore, often affectionately called Theo, is the epitome of the term "Golden child."

With his mousy-brown hair and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts, he has been basking in the warm embrace of favoritism ever since their parents' marriage three years ago.

In the short time he has been part of the family, he has managed to win everyone over with his charm, leaving little room for doubt about who the apple of everyone's eye truly is.

Theo is a star athlete at school, a straight-A student, and life of the party. Theo balances his extracurricular activities with his academic responsibilities as if juggling flaming torches was a piece of cake. He's the kind of person who makes success look easy, as if it's an inherent trait rather than the result of hard work and sacrifice.

He carries himself with a grace that is both captivating and disarming. He is the life of every party, the first to crack a joke, and the last to leave a conversation without making sure everyone has felt included. His laughter is infectious, a sound that lights up the room.

No one knows what he's like behind closed doors except for Y/n, who shares a house with him, it's a side of Theo that's a stark contrast to the public's perception. 

Y/n and Theo had been sharing a house together, a token of their parent's graduation gift, to help them both financially as they pursue their dreams in the same city.

Theo brings girls home all the time, but none of them ever seem to last. One night could find Theo going down on a Burnett in the middle of their shared living room, the next night she'll find him with a girl with raven hair in the pool making out.

It's a pattern that's grown old, but one Y/n has learned to ignore, after all, it's Theo's life and he can live it however he pleases.

But don't even get her started on when she tries to bring a guy home for the once-in-a-while casual hookup. Theo turns into a completely different person, a protective big brother that she never knew existed. He'd grill the poor soul until they were practically begging to leave, making it clear that no one is good enough for her.

Y/n's friends think it's hot that she has Theodore as a stepbrother and how protective he is about boys. The month after their parents had gotten married they literally gave her a list of the reasons why she should jump at the opportunity.

"Come on, Y/n, he's like the boy version of you," one friend had said with a wink and a nudge. "Smart, good looking, athletic..."

"...and totally off-limits," she'd finished with a sigh.

They giggled, sharing knowing glances, while she rolled her eyes. Sure, Theodore was all of those things, but he was also her stepbrother. Plus, she didn't have a crush on him. Not at all. Okay, maybe just a tiny one, but it was nothing to write home about.

Her friends had only met him a handful of times, but they were obsessed with the idea of a forbidden romance. They'd seen too many movies and read too many steamy novels. Y/n knew that the reality was far from the fantasy.

Theodore was actually pretty annoying. He was always around, always teasing her, always in her space. It was like he enjoyed getting under her skin. But, she had to admit, he had his moments. Even through his "casual" relationships, Theo is incredibly attentive to Y/n. He makes sure she's okay, asks her about her day, and even goes so far as to cook for her when she's had a bad one.

He's been weird with her for the past few weeks, getting more touchy-feely than usual. It started with the playful shoves in the kitchen that turned into lingering touches on the small of her back. It's been driving her crazy, making her feel things she shouldn't.

Y/n's thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the front door slamming shut. She looks up from her book to see Theo strolling in, sweaty from soccer practice. His shirt clings to his chest, showcasing his well-defined abs. She tries not to stare, really, she does, but it's like her eyes have a mind of their own.

"Hey," he says casually, dropping his bag on the floor.

"Theo, please, not in the living room," she says, her voice a little more breathless than she intended.

He grins at her, that annoyingly charming grin that makes her knees go a little wobbly. "What's cooking?"

"I'm not your personal chef," she retorts, but she can't help the smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth.

"Come on, you know I'm useless in the kitchen." He winks and she can feel her cheeks heat up. "Unless it's eating I'm good at that." he winks.

Why does he have to be so... so... him?

"Fine, fine, I'll heat up some leftovers."

As she stands, he wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her into a side-hug. "You're the best," he says into her hair.

Her heart skips a beat, and she can feel the warmth of his breath on her neck. It's nothing she hasn't felt before, but today, it feels... different. She pulls away quickly, blaming it on the heat of the kitchen.

"So, any new boys sniffing around?" he asks, as if he doesn't already know the answer.

"None that are worth mentioning," she says with a shrug.

"Good."

The way he says it sends a shiver down her spine. It's possessive, protective. And she hates that she likes it.

They spend the rest of the evening watching a movie, their legs entwined on the couch. His arm is thrown casually around her shoulder, and she tells herself it's just because they're family now. But when his hand brushes against her thigh, she can't help but wonder if there's something more to it.

That was months ago though, now Y/n was crying in her room, her heart broken because she had just gotten dumped by her boyfriend out of the blue. Her room was a mess, her eyes were puffy and red, and her nose was definitely not as pretty as it used to be.

The door creaks open, and she sees Theo standing there, holding a bowl of ice cream. "I heard you crying," he says softly. "Thought this might help."

Y/n sniffs and takes the bowl gratefully. "Thanks," she murmurs, taking a spoonful. It's mint chocolate chip cookie dough, her favorite.

They sit in silence for a while, the only sound being the occasional sniffle from her and the scooping of ice cream.

"He didn't deserve you," Theo says eventually.

"You don't know him," she replies, but she appreciates the sentiment.

"I don't have to. You deserve someone who treats you like a queen." he says as he pulls her into his side fingers running through her hair as  he grabs the remote and puts on their favorite show.

The words hang in the air, and she can't help but look up at him. His eyes are filled with something she can't quite read, something that makes her heart race a little faster.

"You're sweet," she whispers, taking another bite of ice cream.

"I try," he says, giving her a smile.

As they watch the TV, his thumb brushes against her cheek, wiping away a stray tear. And in that moment, she can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, her friends were right. Maybe Theodore isn't so annoying after all. Maybe he's exactly what she needs.

“I wouldn’t put you through this...” Theo coos as he pulls away slightly to look into her eyes, his own filled with sincerity. “You deserve better than that, Y/n.”

Their eyes lock, and she can feel the tension in the air thickening. She’s never noticed how close their lips are when they’re just sitting together, casually talking. It’s like the universe is playing a cruel trick on her.

“You... you don’t think it’s weird?” she stammers, setting the bowl aside.

Theo looks confused for a moment before his eyes widen in realization. “You mean us?”

Y/n nods, feeling her cheeks burn even hotter.

He takes a deep breath before leaning in closer, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. “Why would it be weird?” he whispers, his breath ghosting over her lips. And then he kisses her. It’s gentle at first, as if he’s testing the waters, but when she doesn’t pull away, it deepens. His arms wrap around her, pulling her closer until she’s practically in his lap.

It’s wrong, she knows it is, but it feels so right. And for the first time in a long time, Y/n feels alive. Her heart is racing, her body is singing, and she can’t get enough of his taste.

They break apart, panting slightly, and she looks up at him, her eyes wide. “Theo..."

He couldn't resist the urge to run his hands through her hair and gently pull it, tipping her head back to expose her neck to his hungry mouth. She gasped at the sensation, her body responding to his.

He couldn't resist the urge to run his hands through her hair and gently pull it, tipping her head back to expose her neck to his hungry mouth. She gasped at the sensation, her body responding to his dominance.

"Theo...we shouldn't be doing this."

With one hand firmly gripping the base of her neck, Theodore's other hand roamed down to her thighs, his fingers tracing the outline of her panties. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, and his cock grew harder at the thought of what was to come.

He slid her panties to the side, exposing her wet, pink pussy. He groaned with pleasure, feeling his own arousal grow as he saw her reaction to his touch. He slid a single digit into her, watching as she bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan. He began to pump his finger in and out of her, increasing the pace as her hips began to move in sync with his hand.

“This right here … if I put my fingers in here.. it’ll make you feel so good. Isn’t that what you want kiddo? To feel good?”

Y/n's hands found their way to his shoulders, her nails digging in as she grew more and more desperate. "teddy...." 

Theodore's teeth grazed her neck, sending shivers down her spine, as he inserted another finger into her, stretching her even further. He could feel her tightening around him, her body begging for more.

Withdrawing his fingers, he brought them to his mouth and tasted her sweetness, watching her eyes go wide with a mix of shock and arousal. He leaned in closer, whispering into her ear, "You're so fucking wet for me, baby."

Without warning, he slammed his mouth down onto hers, biting her bottom lip hard enough to draw a drop of blood. He didn’t stop, instead using his thumb to wipe it away, bringing it back to her mouth for her to taste. The metallic tang of her own blood mixed with the salty flavor.

"This is wrong… we really can’t..." Your face flushes out of embarrassment, lips brushing against his.

Theodore leaned over her, his hand sliding down to her pussy again. He inserted his fingers into her tight, wet warmth and began to pump them in and out, curling them slightly to hit her g-spot. She whimpered and arched her back, her hips bucking up to meet his hand.

He leaned down and began to kiss her again, his tongue sliding into her mouth. He felt her hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, her teeth grazing his lower lip. He matched her ferocity, his own teeth sinking into her lip, tugging gently before releasing.

"You like that?" he murmured against her mouth, his fingers working her into a frenzy. " your little pussy’s so messy, look how much she's talkin' to me.” he says as he moves his fingers faster.

Y/n could only nod, her eyes glazed with desire. Theodore took that as his cue to slide his fingers out of her, only to replace them with his thumb. He began to rub her clit in slow circles, watching her body tense and release as she grew closer to her climax.

As she came, she threw her head back, crying out his name, her body shuddering with pleasure. He kissed along her neck, feeling her pulse race under his lips. He knew he had her exactly where he wanted her: desperate and willing to do anything for more.

"Good girl," he whispered, his hand still resting gently on her pussy. "Now, let's see if I can make you do that again."

Happy Valentine's day <3

Will you be my Valentine?

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Amethyst goes to Hartley High with the rest of her class, It all goes to shit when someone finds out about the Insets-map. Through hook-ups and dramatic public displays, follow her through her time as things take twisted turns. II HOLD UNTIL DECEMBER 23RD II 

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A Date?

Cedric Diggory X FEM! Y/n

Warning: Smut +18 MDI, Wrap it before you tap it, humiliation, overstimulation, praise, eating out, rough sex

Cedric Diggory's gaze drifted away from the parchment he had been meticulously scribing on, scanning the library with an air of contemplation. The flickering embers in the hearth created a cozy ambience, casting a warm, dappled light upon the storied tapestries adorning the ancient stones. His eyes fell upon you, nestled in the embrace of a plush armchair, engrossed in the whimsical tales of "The Tales of Beedle the Bard." The crackling fire painted your features with a soft, flickering glow as you turned the pages of endless words.

With a tentative step, Cedric approached, his Quidditch robes whispering a gentle melody as they brushed against the floor. His smile, a blend of earnestness and courage, grew as he drew closer.

"Y/n," he began, his voice a blend of Hufflepuff politeness and Gryffindor confidence. "I hope I'm not interrupting your reading."

Looking up, you met his gaze, tsurprised but pleased to see him, and closed the book with a soft thump. "Cedric, not at all," you replied, the book, now a silent companion, was laid aside with care. "What's on your mind?" You asked, the excitement bubbling just beneath the surface of your calm demeanor. 

He took a moment to compose himself, the gravity of his words apparent in the pause. "Well, I was pondering," he began, his eyes searching yours with a hint of vulnerability. "With Valentine's Day approaching, I thought... would you do me the honor of letting me join you in Hogsmeade next weekend?" The words tumbled out of him, as if he had been rehearsing them all afternoon. "I mean, as a date," he clarified, the pink blush staining his cheeks as he spoke the final two words.

Your heart fluttered like a golden snidget at the Quidditch World Cup. "A date?" you echoed, trying to keep the excitement from your voice.

The chatter faded into the background as you considered his proposal. Cedric's kindness and bravery had always drawn you to him, and the thought of spending a romantic afternoon with him in the snow-dusted streets of Hogsmeade was utterly enchanting. "That sounds wonderful," you said, smiling back. "I'd love to go with you."

Cedric's eyes lit up, and the shy blush deepened. "Really?" The candles floating above cast a warm glow over his chiseled features, making him look even more like a Hufflepuff prince.

"Cedric," you finally said, your voice a soft whisper amidst the crackling fire. "I would love to." The smile that bloomed on his face was worth more than any victory on the Quidditch pitch, and you felt a warmth in your chest that not even the burn of fire whisky could match.

Cedric Diggory and Y/n strolled hand in hand through the enchanting cobblestone streets of Hogsmeade, the quaint wizarding village nestled at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. The air was crisp and filled with the sweet scent of chocolate frogs and butterbeer from Honeydukes. The snow-covered rooftops glistened under the soft glow of the street lamps, casting a warm, romantic light on their faces. It was the perfect setting for a Valentine's Day date.

Cedric looked dashing in his yellow sweater with the golden Hufflepuff emblem standing out proudly. His hair had a slight wave to it from the cool breeze, and his eyes sparkled with excitement as they searched for the perfect spot to sit and enjoy the charm of the village. Y/n looked equally radiant in a cozy pink sweater that brought out the gentle blush in her cheeks. The matching scarf was wrapped around her neck, fluttering with the same excitement as her heart.

They approached The Three Broomsticks, the rustic pub famous for its butterbeer and cozy fireside seating. Inside, the crackling fireplace was surrounded by students and couples, all laughing and sharing stories of their time at Hogwarts. Madam Rosmerta, the friendly proprietor, waved them over to an empty table in the corner. "Cedric, dear, it's so nice to see you again and with your lovely girlfriend?" she asked with a smile as she sat them down.

With a twinkle in his eye and a charming smile, he expresses his anticipation to her. "I do indeed hope it's soon, Miss," he says, his voice warm and inviting as he follows Y/n's lead to a cozy booth nestled near the crackling fireplace.

They ordered two butterbeers and a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries and a bowl of chocolate to share, the warmth of the drink and the sweetness of the fruit a delightful contrast to the chilly air outside. As they sipped, Cedric leaned in closer, his eyes meeting Y/n's with a gentle gaze. "Thank you for agreeing to come out with me today," he said, his voice low and earnest. 

Y/n blushed and took a small sip of her butterbeer, the foam sticking to her upper lip in a way that Cedric found utterly endearing. "It's perfect," she replied, smiling. "I've never been to Hogsmeade on Valentine's Day before.”

"so what do you want to do after school?" He inquires, his curiosity piqued by the thought of their futures intertwining.

Y/n pondered for a moment, her gaze drifting to the flickering flames of the fire. "I've always wanted to travel," she said, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "See the world, maybe help people with travel to Brazil and study Herbology. What about you?"

Cedric nodded thoughtfully. "I've considered joining the Auror Department," he said. "I want to make a difference, like my dad did."

The conversation flowed naturally, as they shared their hopes and dreams for the future, the warmth of the fireplace and the sweetness of the butterbeer creating a comfortable, intimate atmosphere. They talked about everything from Quidditch to their favorite classes and even delved into the more serious topics of what they'd do after graduation.

As the evening grew darker, the lights from the candles above flickered, casting a warm glow over their table. Madam Rosmerta began to dim the lights, adding to the romantic ambiance. Cedric's hand found Y/n's under the table, and he gently laced their fingers together. The contact sent a thrill through her, and she looked up at him, her heart fluttering in her chest.

He leaned closer, and Y/n could feel his breath against her cheek. "Y/n," he murmured, "I know we've only just started getting to know each other, but I think there's something special between us."

Y/n's heart raced, and she felt a swell of emotion in her chest. "I think so too, Cedric," she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur.

He leaned in closer still, his eyes searching hers, and she knew what was coming next. As he leaned in for their first kiss, she felt a rush of excitement and nerves, her stomach fluttering like a thousand butterflies. Their lips met softly, the taste of butterscotch lingering between them. It was a kiss filled with promise and potential, a declaration of the beginnings of something beautiful.

When they finally pulled apart, they were both smiling, their cheeks flushed from the warmth of the fire and their newfound feelings for each other. 

Cedric might look like your charming boy next door but boy you'd never guess he'd be like this.

In a moment of intimate exploration, his eyes are locked onto yours, a silent question seeking permission, and when he receives your nod of consent, his smile is soft, a promise of the delight to come. He starts by placing tender kisses along the inside of your thighs, his breath warm and comforting against your skin. His fingers trace light patterns, a prelude to the symphony of sensation that is about to unfold.

As he reaches the apex of your thighs, his kisses become more deliberate, the anticipation building as he brushes his lips against the delicate folds of your sex. His tongue darts out, tasting the sweetness of your arousal, and you gasp at the contact, your body responding to his every move. His movements are slow and deliberate, a dance of passion that he has perfected just for you. Each drag of his toung is measured, designed to tease and tantalize, to build the crescendo of your desire.

Cedric's hands glide up your body, cupping your breasts, his thumbs circling your hardened nipples, adding another layer of sensation to the mix. He takes his time, savoring each moment, as if he's afraid that if he goes too fast, this perfect moment might shatter into a thousand pieces. His tongue dips and swirls around your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you squirm and moan with pleasure.

Your legs instinctively part wider, giving him better access, and he takes advantage, sliding a finger inside you, feeling the warm wetness that's been building in response to his touch. His eyes never leave yours, watching for every flicker of pleasure, every twitch of your body that tells him he's doing exactly what you need. His strokes are slow and deep, mimicking the rhythm of his mouth against your sensitive flesh.

The room is filled with the sweet sounds of your gasps and moans, punctuated by the soft wet noises of his ministrations. His mouth is insistent, never stopping, as he works to bring you closer and closer to the edge. His other hand travels down your body, his fingers sliding between yours, intertwining as he continues to explore you with his tongue.

As the intensity builds, Cedric's pace increases, his tongue moving faster, more insistent, his fingers curling inside you in a way that makes you see stars. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, your body tightening, coiling like a spring ready to unleash its stored energy. You're so close, so very close, and he knows it.

With one final, firm suck on your clit, combined with a deep thrust of his fingers, you shatter, crying out his name as the waves of pleasure crash over you. Your body convulses in ecstasy, each pulse sending you spiraling higher and higher. He holds you through it, his mouth and hands never leaving their task, until you're left trembling and sated in the aftermath.

As you come down from the peak, Cedric kisses his way back up your body, his lips leaving a trail of fire wherever they go. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear, his gentle touch reassuring as he pulls you into a loving embrace. His eyes are filled with a warm glow, a reflection of the satisfaction and connection you both share.

"You can cum all you want, baby" as He lines himself up and slowly pushes into you, filling you completely. The feeling is exquisite, a perfect mix of pleasure and pain, as your body stretches to accommodate him. He begins to move, his rhythm slow and steady, letting you adjust to his size.

With every thrust, Cedric hits that spot deep within you that makes you see white, and you find yourself climbing again, your orgasm building, the not forming in your stomach, tightening your muscles, until it explodes out of you, leaving you panting and gasping for breath.

As he feels you approaching climax, he whispers sweetly, "Cum for me, my love." His words are a catalyst, sending waves of euphoria through your body as you shatter around him.

And through it all, his eyes are on yours, watching you, drinking in your pleasure, as if it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. He whispers your name like a prayer, his voice hoarse with passion, as he reaches his own climax.

But Cedric isn't satisfied with just one, if was as if you were watching a switch flip on. He continues to rub your clit with the same tender precision, his pace increasing as he watches your reaction. You begin to feel overwhelmed, but the ecstasy is addictive. As your second orgasm builds, you attempt to pull his hand away, but his grip is firm. He doesn't stop, his fingers working you into a frenzy. His movements become more intense, his strokes deeper.

You're lost in a haze of pleasure and pain as he starts to bully your clit, forcing you to cum yet again. He chuckles, his breath hot against your neck, "Look at you, so greedy for it." Cedric's hand shifts to your throat, his grip surprisingly strong as he holds you down, smirking as your eyes widen in a mix of fear and arousal. "I said I'd be gentle the first time," he murmurs, his voice dark with desire, "You squeezing me so tight, darling." He groans as he watches himself enter and exit your cunt. "You like that?"

Your breath hitches, your body arching into his touch as you struggle to answer. "Y-yes," you manage to gasp out, your voice a bare whisper.

Cedric's smile widens, his grip tightening just enough to make you feel the delicious pressure. "Good girl," he praises, his thumb finding your clit once more. He circles it mercilessly, the sensation making your toes curl.

Your orgasm builds, the pressure rising in your core like a crescendo. You know he can feel it, the way your muscles are clamping down around his cock. He seems to revel in your desperation, his strokes growing faster, his breathing harsher.

As the climax hits, he releases your throat, allowing you to scream out in ecstasy. Your body shudders violently, your eyes rolling back in your head. The feeling of his cock moving in and out of you, coupled with the relentless assault on your clit, sends you spiraling over the edge.

He slows his pace, watching you come down from the high, his expression smug. "You're cumming again? You're so pathetic" he says with a chuckle. "But I do love it." He leans in closer, his teeth grazing your ear.

You feel his breath against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "I want you to remember this moment," he whispers, "Remember who made you cum like this." He starts to fuck you harder, his movements more deliberate. "Remember who owns you."

Your body responds to his words, your pussy tightening around him. You can feel him getting closer to his own release, his strokes becoming more erratic. "I'm going to cum," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to swallow it all, aren't you?"

You nod, unable to form words as he pulls out, his cock glistening with your juices. He pumps himself a few times before he shoots his load into your open mouth. You swallow, the salty taste of him filling your mouth. He watches you with hooded eyes, his own orgasm written all over his face.

When he's finished, he leans back, his chest heaving. "Good," he says, his voice still gruff. "Now, clean me up."

With trembling hands, you reach down and take his still-hard cock into your mouth, eager to taste him fully. You lick and suck, swirling your tongue around the head to make sure you get every drop. He groans, his hand tangling in your hair as he guides you.

When he's clean, he pulls away, a satisfied look on his face. "Much better," he says, patting your head like you're a good pet. "Now, let's see if you can handle a real challenge."

He stands up, pulling you with him. You wobble on your legs, still trembling from the intensity of your last orgasm. He turns you around, pushing you down onto the bed so that your ass is in the air. "I want to see if you can take it without screaming," he says, a hint of a challenge in his voice.

You brace yourself as he enters you from behind, filling you up to the brim. The angle is new and feels incredible, sending fresh waves of pleasure through you. You bite your lip, trying not to make a sound as he starts to move. His strokes are deep and slow, pushing into you in a way that makes your eyes water.

It's all you can do to keep from crying out as he starts to fuck you harder. His hand reaches around, finding your clit again. You whimper, the sensation too much to bear. "I'm going to make you cum so hard," he whispers, his breath tickling your neck.

The pressure builds again, the sensation of his cock stretching you combined with the relentless teasing of your clit is too intense. You feel your body tightening around him, your muscles clenching. He chuckles, his grip on your hip tightening. "Good girl," he murmurs, "Take it all."

You do as he says, your orgasm ripping through you like a tornado. You bury your face in the pillow to muffle your screams as he continues to pound into you. The pleasure is almost too much, your body convulsing with each wave. "You're wayyyy too fucking loud" He hisses further pushing your face into the pillow, his hand over your mouth as he starts to cum. He fills you up, his warm seed spilling into your pussy as you continue to quiver.

When he's finished, he pulls out, his cock slipping from your mouth with a wet sound. You collapse onto the bed, utterly spent. He stands over you, his cock still hard, a smirk playing on his lips. “you’re a little slut that just wants dick inside you all the time, huh?" He says, stroking himself idly.

You can't even find the energy to respond, your body still reeling from the intense experience. He chuckles again before leaving the room, leaving you alone in the aftermath of your first taste of true submission. The room is quiet, save for the sound of your own breathing. You lay there, feeling used and you absolutely loved it, your body covered in sweat and cum, your heart racing.

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Shorts

Y/n: What are you listening to? Percy: Love songs. Y/n, in a teasing manner: Ooh, really? You're in love? In love with who, may I ask? Grover: Why are you asking? All of us know who Percy Jackson likes. Y/n, panicking: WHO?! Percy: Grover: Grover: This is why you're still single.

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Percy: Just look at Y/n. They're so cute and adorable, right? Annabeth, seeing Y/n throwing a chair: Mhm...

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Percy gives Y/n a bouquet of flowers with a small piece of paper: I'm not getting over the fact that you stole a dollar from me <3"

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Y/n: Yesterday I accidentally stabbed Grovers leg and I couldn't decide on saying “I'm fucking sorry or are you ok?” So I panicked and I yelled, “Are you fucking sorry?!”.....he's still in the bathroom crying. 

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Y/n: I am not a whore, and, not that I’ve done the math, but, if I were, I’d be the super classy kind that gets flown to Dubai to stay in an underwater hotel.

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Percy Stressed but decides not to take a break

Y/n Notices this, and plans a little getaway for them: Strip your clothes bubble boy!

A bubble bath, some nice food, a warm and tidy bed. Just for them.

Y/n Holding Percy until they fall asleep, it helps Percy. Y/n doesn't have to, but they want to.

Y/n Who wipes Percy's tears after he wakes up from another nightmare

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Y/n Who dies in the battle of Manhattan ♡

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Illustration by saintsolis.art (me!)

I was thinking, what if after Odysseus takes out Poseidon's eye all of the god's children are born with a white (/blind?) eye.

The act being so unspeakble and uprecedented that it echoes through hundreds of years and many generations of half-bloods. To come face to face with something holy, and make it bleed...

Every time Poseidon sees one his children he's reminded that he isn't untouchable. That there was a man, once, that overpowered him. That hurt him.