#but he sucks sm at potions

[senseichaos]

Howdy howdy! I ADORED "You Can't Run. Hell. You Can't Even Hide" The balance between absolute fear, dizzy hypnotic confusion, and wide eyed admiration that the reader character holds for Vox is immaculate! Also them calling him Mister Vox is just Chef's kiss (it is WAY too hard to find xReader fics or even just fics in general where the honorific is Mister (C/N) and I love every one I find). The clothing change moment was probably my favorite, I'll always be a sucker for the representation of being broken and rebuilt in someone's image combined with the gift of pretty clothes. I keep going back to reread the whole story.

I know it's a oneshot, but since your requests are open, I figured I'd shoot my shot and ask if you would make a part two where Mister Vox just wrecks us, preferably sexually. We did leave off on him finding us trying to run away, do we not deserve to be punished for such an offense after all he's done for us? I also would love to see if/how much Vox has to push us to slowly become happy to be his, if that's something he wants (I could imagine having a rowdy unwilling runaway as his possession would get frustrating after awhile and be terrible for his image). There's honestly so much potential for what could happen next, and even though I could stew in my imagination, I would very much love to be at the mercy of your interpretation of the funky TV man a little longer.

That said, take your time, I know you've gotten a huge influx of Hazbin requests, hell I wouldn't be surprised if someone else already requested something similar to what I requested. I also understand if you can't/don't want to fulfill this request for any reason, that's what makes it a request. No matter what, you're an amazing writer and I hope you have a wonderful day!

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AAAAAAH!! I love you sm! When I saw this request I knew I had to do it at some point! I'm giving you the name 💙 anon from now on so if you request again I know it's you!

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Forever and always

(part 2 to: You can't run. Hell, you can't hide either)

Summary: After that day you attempted to escape from Vox, you had become somewhat accustomed to this new life you are forced to be living. Or you were until Vox gives you your first day off, causing you to find something out that would change how you live forever.

Genre: Smut, Angst, Horror (?)

Warnings: Non-Con, Yandere behavior, Possessive behavior, Sadism, Masochism, Electric shocks, Mind control, Drugging, Love potion, Vox is an asshole, Hurtful language, forced, gilded cage, soul contracts, unprotected sex (DONT), Vox owns reader, dacryphilia, let me know if I missed any!!

(not proof read)

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That day you attempted to escape from your gilded cage you wished to escape again, though vox had managed to continue his control. Even when he tugged you back by your electric leash you felt that horrid sinking feeling. This was it. For the rest of eternity as you know it Vox has you. He owns you, your soul, your body, your life; or well, lack thereof. You couldn't run from him no matter what you did, he practically controls the pride ring, keeping you tethered there like a puppy on a leash is simple to him. He has eyes everywhere. You cannot hide anywhere.

Recently Mister Vox has become a lot more... Touchy. Those fleeting touches of his fingers against your back, poking against your chin, pressing into your neck, swiping against your bottom, touching against your bosom. There is an odd burning feeling to it, you don't want to enjoy Mister Vox touching you in such ways, you don't want to enjoy it when he sucks his teeth at you or licks his tongue against his gums. But you do. You can't quench that desire. Especially when he'd moved you into his room from your apartment building. He hadn't made you share a bed with him, thank Lucifer, but he had made you sleep near enough to him that you can tell when he's.. pleasuring himself. Almost as if he wants you to hear him.

You and Mister Vox have never been better, besides from such hurdles. You stay obedient no matter how badly you wish to escape his arms. To cut all of his tight bounds on your body and run away. You'd figure out how, one day, you would.

"Good morning my dear! Did you have a gratifying sleep?" This is how most mornings go, Mister Vox will wake you with a poke if your side and a coffee in hand, already fully dressed and done up. You've always considered yourself a light sleeper, so you never know how he manages to make you a coffee every morning without so much as stirring you awake. You smile, nodding softly as you pry your eyes from his two dimensional face.

"Thank you Mister Vox, uhm.. did you have a good sleep as well?" You ask, taking a sip of the perfectly made coffee. Vox smiles, nodding as he takes a seat on the side of your bed.

"Of course, my dear. So, I know you have been working very hard recently... So I've decided to give you the day off!" Mister Vox declares, outstretching his hands as he gives you a manic smile. A day off? Why? This has to be a test. he's just going to leave you.. alone? For a whole day? This has to be fake, a joke, a flook.

"Oh my dear don't look so surprised! You've been a very good girl recently so I thought you deserved a day off," Mister Vox pauses, looking up at the roof for a second before peering back at you. "Now don't think this means we don't have rules, you are to stay in here for the day. If you want to go shopping I have to accompany you, alright? But I do have an appointment in an hour so it won't be for long,"

"Remember, I have eyes everywhere.."

You laugh awkwardly, shrinking into your own figure.

"I know Mister Vox.. I wouldn't forget," You can't stop that sorrow from entering your voice, but quickly you put on that mask of a smile once again. Mister Vox clasps his hands together, that red dripping from his maw again. "Great! Now I'll see you soon, be a good girl for me, hm?" He says, ruffling your hair atop your head with a condescending gaze.

"Yes Mister Vox," you reply simply, watching as he disappears in Into a blue line of electricity, shooting into the camera.

Fuck. Now what?

You can't remember the last time you were given this type of freedom, even if it wasn't a lot of freedom. Often you were tethered to Vox's side. Everyone in the building knows that you belong to Vox. Everyone outside of the building probably knows this, too.

There's this odd feeling in your stomach, this odd feeling as if you were floating. It happened every time you drank your morning coffee, but you'd always assumed it was just that feeling of awakening from slumber. But today, oh today it is stronger than ever before. It's as if you can feel every nerve in your body be rewired, every single hair on your body stand on end. Every sensation is doubled.

What the fuck was in this coffee? What is this euphoria? What is this yearning.. this yearning for Vox? You suddenly wish he was here, with you, holding you, calling you his good girl.. m

Shaking your head to rid yourself of such thoughts, you stand from your bed, fixing the large blue shirt you wear (that vox often asks you to wear when you sleep) as you walk to the kitchen.

The kitchen in Mister Vox's room is a large area just off to the side of his desk space, lined with many kitchen appliances and red cabinets. You are determined to figure out what he's putting in your coffee, what's making you feel so emotional. Needy. Awful. You scan the room, finding the coffee machine in the corner of the room with a couple bags next to it. Coffee, sugar, creamer... Nothing suspicious yet, it seems. Crouching down, you look open the cabinets beneath the coffee machine. Looking through the half full area.

Then you saw it, a small vial hidden behind a spare bag of creamer labeled 'Valentino and Velvette: Love potion'.

Terror shoots through you, causing you to drop the vial to the floor. It shatters everywhere, leaving the pink liquid to seep into the tiles below. He's drugging you. All this time, you feeling this want for him, burning at his touch, listening to him as he jerks himself off late at night. You wanting him to do things to you. It's all part of his plan to make you his, completely. To make you want to be his.

Burning tears fall down your cheeks, humoring you as you stand on shaky legs from the tile. What do you do? Now more than ever you want an out, a loophole, a way to take your soul back from his greedy claws. Anxiety, terror, hurt, worry, pain.

You want to prevent yourself from doing anything drastic, you really do. But all you can feel is this pain, this pain as you run on your feet to the balcony door. Trying your hardest to pry open the doors as they rattle loudly, shaking them, pulling them, pushing them. This evil man can't keep you here for any longer. You'd do anything to leave, ruin yourself for him, do something awful, make yourself less attractive to him.

Nausea. Headache. Your knees buckle as an electric blue overtakes your vision. What is this? You can't breathe, Vox. Vox. Help. Your head clouds, words fill your brain and you feel yourself being wrapped up by sharp claws. You can't scream. Help me. Please.

"You really think it's that easy?" Mister Vox.

"I can't believe I trusted you alone, even for a minute. After all I've done for you, as well. After I gave you a life some would dream for. Stupid girl." He sounds mad, horridly mad. Regretful. Throbbing takes over your body as sound waves film your ears. You can feel him lift you into his arms, placing you down onto a soft surface harshly.

"How am I supposed to make you understand this? You're mine,"

Your vision slowly comes back, until all you can see is him as he stares at you from above. His eyes are dark, domineering, needing. He's ready to take. What is he doing? All you can feel is his claw as it travels up your middle, between the valley of your breasts, stopping at the middle of your neck.

"Now, my dear? Are you going to let me teach you a lesson? For being such a brat?" You gasp, feeling his hand as it circles around your neck, effectively taking some air from your lungs. You shake your head, attempting to move your heavy legs from him with wet teary eyes.

"Nonono! Get off, please, get off!" You cry, writhing in his grasp. He sighs, rolling his eyes as he clicks his fingers. Suddenly a pulse of electricity goes through you, causing a shock to blur your eyes and pull a scream from you.

"Every time you try anything I'm shocking you, Dove. Don't try to escape from me, it's not going to work," he grins, laughing at your frightened teary eyes. "I can do whatever I want to you, my dear! I fucking own you!!" He growls, using his hand that isn't around your neck to push your thighs to your chest, revealing your bare pussy from beneath your oversized shirt.

"No please.. I'll do anything..?"

"Oh I'm sorry dear, but this is what I want more than anything right now.. maybe you should have thought of this before making such a racket and alerting everyone in the building, hm?" He says, dragging his clawed finger through your building wetness. He finally takes his hand from your neck, instead using it to keep your thighs in place as he pinches your clit between his sharp claws.

"Ah! Mister Vox.. hurts..!" You wail, wiping your tears from your eyes as he continues to abuse your sensitive bud between his fingers. He chuckles looking up at you as you gasp in pain.

"Hah! Wail all you want, dear, no one can save you." Vox guffaws, finally taking his claws from your clit. Only to plunge them into your aching hole without warning. You moan out, feeling the sharpness of them inside of you as he curls his fingers into your g-spot.

Mister Vox revels in your wails of pain and pleasure, fucking you with his clawed fingers harsh and fast. His claws are surely are scratching you from the Inside, he can tell by the way your hands tremble and clasp over your lips.

You can't help but feel good. This masochism of yours that forces it's way into you. Every scratch of his fingers inside of you just makes you want to cum. You can't give him that satisfaction, you can't let him know that you are enjoying every second of his claws thrusting inside of you. This is awful. You hate it. You hate that you love it.

"Is my little dove enjoying this? Awe.. to scared to admit you fucking love this?" Vox laughs sadistically, giving you an extremely harsh thrust of his fingers into your g-spot. You squeal, vision going white for a moment as his fingers go at this manic speed. You feel your orgasm build, wishing to break through the walls and release. But you can't let it, you won't let him have that. You'll never let him have that feeling knowing he's won.

"If you don't cum I'll fucking ruin you, dove."

You gasp and choke on saliva, clawing on the bedsheets below as he forces you to orgasm. There's no getting out. He knows that you are trying not to cum. And he won't let it happen.

"Yes.. Mister Vox.." you say softly, hole clenching around his fingers as your orgasm crashes over you in waves. Vox makes sure to drag it out, giving you slow rhythmic thrusts of his fingers to watch your body contract and writhe with pleasure.

"Good dove, listening to commands for me," He says softly, stroking the side of your cheek as he kneels between your legs. You want to pull away, but once again that burning and yearning feeling fills you. That stupid potion had an effect, and you can tell. From the way you feel a dizzy want when he looks at you to the wetness that continues to build between your thighs.

"Now, I'm going to fuck you so hard.." He laughs so himself, smiling crazily as he presses his hand to his face. "I'm gonna fuck you SO FUCKING hard, you won't even remember who I am anymore! How does that sound, my little slut?" Your lower lip wobbles as more tears threaten to fall from your eyes.

"Awful.." you whisper.

Another strong electric shock goes through you, causing you to scream out Mister Vox's name in pain as your body is left shaking and aching.

From the corner of your eye, you see Vox unzipping his fly.

"Wrong answer! Haha! Wrong fucking answer stupid slut," He growls, pressing the tip of his cock to your hole without a care. There something wrong with him, he's acting more crazy than ever before. He's getting off on your fear, getting off on your pain, getting off on knowing you can't do anything but be his.

With a loud slap, Vox sinks his entire length into you. You scream, clutching onto the bedsheets for dear life as he looms over you. He doesn't even give you a moment to let you rest, immediately setting a ruthless pace with his hips into yours. Every thrust causes your vision to go spotty with the pure force he drives his hips with, groaning with every thrust as he stares completely into your face as it scrunches in a pleasurable pain.

"S'too much! M-Mister vox It hurts!" You cry, reaching out to press your hands against his shoulders, clawing into his coat. You don't even care anymore, you want at least a small bit of comfort from these strong unforgiving thrusts. Vox chuckles at this, leaning down closer so he can capture your lips in a (forced) yet passionate kiss.

His long electric blue tongue immediately finds its way into your gob, passionately fornicating it against your own as his thrusts send you into a sort of floaty state. Vox maps the entirety of your mouth, tasting every crevice of you from your lips to the back of your throat. He thrusts almost ravenously like a dog, tip of his cock sometimes painfully pressing against your cervix.

Pulling away, Mister Vox looks Into your eyes, revelling in the way you claw at his back. You whimper and moan loudly, eyes fluttering closed as a tear falls down your cheek. He kisses it away, looking up at your closed eyes with a grin.

"Open your eyes, dove. Look at me while I fuck you." You cry out, opening your eyes for him so you can see him look at you with pleasure.

"Y-yes Mister- Ah! Vox.."

He chuckles, thrusting into you extremely hard. You can see the bulge of his cock in your stomach, poking against your skin in such a way you almost want to touch it.

"I'd fucking breed you if I could, fill your filthy cunt with all my little babies so then you can't even dream of leaving.. but I can imagine," Vox rambles, taking your cheek into his hand so he can look at you longingly- and almost affectionately. If it weren't for the position you're in you'd almost be enjoying this moment.

"Mister Vox!" You cry, back arching as your orgasm begins to prod at your stomach.

"Hm?" He asks, grunting as he thrusts into you.

"Can I cum? Please! Please please please.." You beg, legs quivering wildly. Vox chuckles, giving you an adoring look as you bite your lower lip.

"Awe look at you! Asking Mister Vox to cum and everything.." Vox begins, biting his lip as you sputter on a moan. "Of course you can, dove. Let go so I can fuck my cum into you.."

You scream his name when you cum, digging your nails so hard into his back you're sure his coat has tears in it.

You'd given up. Well and truly. You wouldn't admit it. But you've finally accepted it. You belong to Mister Vox. Forever and always.

Forever and Always.

Vox gives you one last thrust, emptying his cum into you with a moan from his own lips. Eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, Vox drags out his orgasm by serving you a few more small quick thrusts, making sure every last drop is inside of you.

But when he has, he doesn't pull out.

"Mister Vox.. pull out.." you whimper, wiggling your hips against him.

"Haha! As if. I said i'd fuck my cum into you, didn't I? I haven't done that yet.. okay?" He asks, stroking a hand through your hair.

"Yes Mister Vox."

[l3viat8an]

i am the BIGGEST Asmo simp omg- theres never enough content for him :< i love him sm...

So i was hoping to ask for something!! honestly... any Asmo content is good content.... Maybe MC had accidently eaten some strong, ovary churning aphrodisiacs that has her burning and sobbing for Asmo to rail her/them into the next realm?

I dont really have specifics but god i love asmo- i just wanna see some good toe curling, back arching, eye rolling, cum filled smut with him that isnt like- three words long yk? 😭

also may i be known as ✨ or ✨🌙 anon?

Nsfw content MDNI

Hiiii ✨🌙 !! Sorry this is late and I’m not sure how  toe curling it is, but it is over 1k words so hopefully it’s okay lol CW:  possible typos I’m sorry and dyslexic AFAB reader, Sex- I mean duh lol tiny bit of overstimulation (reader reserving), some nipple play and that’s it I think!-

You’re not even sure when had happened, one minute you were helping Solomon with a some potion experiment and a puff of pink, sweet smelling smoke filled the room.

The next you’re waking up in your bedroom back at the HoL burning up and feeling needy.

You blink slowly as you sit up trying to remember how you got home and you can’t, only vaguely remembering that Asmo said he’d be home tonight and God now you hope he is.

Stumbling from your bed, you make your way down the hall and to Asmo’s bedroom.

Before you can knock, the door is swinging open and Asmo is standing in front of you dressed in nothing but a pink silk robe.

Asmo’s hair is a little messy and his eyes are glowing softly as he takes in your flushed skin, and uneven breathing, he moves to wrap his arms around you.

"I've been waiting for you sweetheart~ Solomon told me what happened but he wasn’t sure how soon you would wake up.” he murmurs as he bends down to nuzz your neck, one arm around your waist as he pulls you into his room "Come in and let me help you feel better~”

You walk inside and he closes the door behind you, moving back a step to let you breathe but that doesn’t help, his room smells so wonderfully like him, clean, sweet and perfect.

He takes your hand and leads you over to his bed, he turns and sits down on it before tugging you on top of his lap. He strokes your cheek and kisses you.

Asmo's kiss is slow and deep, he nips at your bottom lip until you open up for him and let out a needy whine. He laughs into the kiss, “So, needy~” before his lips move down your neck as he gently nips and sucks on your neck, his actions making you gasp and dig your nails into his shoulders, “Asmo, please….” He looks at you, his eyes hazy with lust and he shifts you around a bit, his hands move to help you tug ‘n slide off your clothes.

"Your skin is so soft." You hear him say in a honeyed tone as his hands roam your body, "I love it~”

You can still feel his lips on your neck, as his warm breath washes over your skin.

You let out soft moans and your body jerks at every, teasing touch he gives you until he reaches your breasts, cupping them gently in his hands. His thumbs tickle your nipples as he looks you in the eyes and says, "Extra sensitive too, this will be fun~”

You try to reply but are cut off when his squeeze your breasts, nimble fingers still, teasing your nipple and playing with them for a minutes enjoying your flushed face and soft moans.

The feeling is electrifying and you whine for more. Asmo let’s out a soft giggles at your reactions. One of his hands leaving your chest. To travel down to your neglected pussy his fingers teasing your lower lips for only a second before he’s touching your clit and you moan his name, “A-Asmo m-more please….need more of you~” Asmo giggles again and pushes two fingers into your wet pussy. His thumb still rubs your clit as he works you with his fingers and a much, louder moan leaves your lips as your body starts to tremble.

You feel hot and tingly all over and your breathing is strained as your orgasm approaches.

You keep moaning his name, almost like a prayer and he keeps finger fucking you through your first orgasm, “Heh, so cute for me~ cumming all over my fingers, good job sweetie~” He removes his hand and you hear him giggle as he says, "My sweet little toy~ so good for me~ But we’re far from done.”

Still sitting in his lap all you do is nod, still wanting more of him, whatever he’ll give you.

He moves to stand and when you grab at him he only smiles at you, “I’m not going anywhere without you sweets~ I just need you laying down.”

You move off of his lap and shift so you’re now laying down on the bed looking up at him with a small pout on your lips.

Asmo stands beside the bed for a moment pulling off his robe slowly and letting you see his own flushed skin and how hard his cock is.

His own hand moves to stroke, his neglected cock

You watch a little bead of pre-cum run down it and lick your lips, making Asmo smirk in response. He really is beautiful. The thought lingers in your mind for a second and then Asmo is kneeling between your legs as you stare at his erect cock. It makes you want him, need him more.

Slowly almost teasingly so, Asmo moves up your body again, placing warm kisses and little nips up your legs until he reaches your stomach, his lips still dancing across your skin as he rubs his cock between your folds and you feel the head slide inside you.

And fuck he’s big, even after an orgasm it’s still a stretch, but it feels amazing and you moan with pleasure as he teases your skin with his lips. He leans up a bit when he bottoms out, watching your face for any discomfort as he gives a few gentle thrusts.

“You really were made for my cock~ taking me so well everytime~” He praises as he starts moving his hips in faster, harsher thrusts.

One of his hands moves back to playing with your clit and urging you to cum again, now that he’s inside you, “Come on, sweetie~ don’t you want to cum around my cock?”

You nod and babble out how you, do, of course you do, you want that so bad and Asmo relishes in your voice and how needy you sound.

Asmo presses a quick kiss to your chest, right above where your heart is, it’s such a soft gesture compared to the way he’s fucking you practically stupid on his cock.

You feel yourself cumming again around his cock and Asmo praises you “So, so good for me~ awww sweetheart~ did it feel that good~?” His voice is breathy as he tries to hold back his own high, “Think you can give me one more? Want you to cum with me this time~ how does that sound?” Asmo almost sounds like he’s begging and how could you say no, he’s still rubbing your clit hoping to pull one more orgasm from you and it’s working, “A-Asmo…gonna -hah~ gonna cum, s’too much….” you beg and Asmo speeds up his movements, leaning down to kiss your lips. “Then cum for me~ come on, let’s cum t- mhh~ together.” His sentence is cut short with a moan, as you feel his hot cum, filling you up as you cum again, practically screaming his name.

You both sit there panting for a minute then slowly, you feel Asmo start moving his hips into yours again and look at him a bit confused, he just smiles down at you and places a quick kiss to your lips, “Heh~ oh sweetie don’t tell me you thought we were done~”

[ozzy-boy]

Scale love languages <3 i love him sm

-I fully believe that Scale has never dated anyone before you. So I honestly don't think he would know what he does/doesn't like until you start dating for real. It's a learning process for you both.

-Scale has spent a lot of time in the mindset that assassins don't have time for love or relationships. Assassins are loners. Assassins don't need anyone but themselves.

-So he's never really understood the point of dating and falling in love. You mean there's people out there who put their heart on the line? Who are vulnerable with other people?? On purpose????? Nope. No thanks. He's not interested.

-...Until you come along, of course. You certainly know how to shake things up, don't you?

-He tries for a long time to pretend that he's indifferent about you- as if you totally aren't completely rocking his world. Although, most of his apprehension just comes from paranoia/trying way too hard to seem cool.

-Once it finally gets through his head... He becomes a big fan of physical touch.

-It takes him some time to get used to, but he ends up really enjoying it. But only when the two of you are completely alone because he doesn't want the other assassins in his clan to make fun of him for being soft. No PDA for you.

-Just wants to lay his head on your shoulder and nap after a long mission. Likes it when you play with his hair

-Sleeping in the same bed comes with challenges, though. Some of those 'dragon' instincts stick around... One of them being laying on top of anything important to him like a hoard. This includes you. Expect Scale to lay on top of you in the middle of the night only to vehemently deny it in the morning.

-He likes taking you by surprise by sneaking up on you and then suddenly wrapping you up in a hug. He claims it's so that he can keep his stealth skills sharp, but it's actually just because he thinks you're cute.

-Surprisingly soft. He grows to really enjoy just cuddling and being close with you.

-He likes receiving words of affirmation, but he's really bad at returning the favor.

-For the most part, Scale is kinda cagey about admitting how he feels out loud.

-He can compliment your appearance just fine. You're hot, but that's obvious. Anyone with eyes can see that so it's not hard for him to point out. Very casual with compliments.

-But when it comes to actual feelings??? It's like pulling fucking teeth omg.

-How is he supposed to admit that your smile makes him feel warm and gooey inside??? That you've touched every aspect of his being and changed his life irreversibly? How can he tell you just how much he admires your bravery for sticking by his side even though it's dangerous? For loving him despite the blood on his hands?

-It's hard for him to be sincere with his feelings (For fear of being perceived as lame), and usually when he does admit it he's pretty blunt about it. It's kind of like he's trying to get it out and over with as fast as possible. (it's endearing though)

-Beneath the cool assassin persona he's... actually pretty lame. He's a total dork, but he doesn't seem to understand that that's something you love about him. He's really worried that you'll end up thinking he's boring and leaving, which is why he tries to hard to maintain this 'cool' persona.

-So, when you're upfront and tell him that you like him for who he is... Well, it makes him really happy.

-Good luck with gift giving. He sucks at it.

-What the hell do normal people like??? Do people these days still like healing potions?? Ancient scrolls? He has no idea!

-He's the type that will lament for days about what to get you for birthdays/anniversaries.

-I hope you like cool knives and daggers because that's what you're getting unless you tell him something specific.

-He's kind of indifferent about receiving gifts. Sure, he likes and appreciates it, but it's not the object itself that he cares about. It's more the fact that you know him well enough to get something that he really likes and that makes him feel fuzzy.

-His favorite love language is probably quality time.

-He works so much. Please help him relax.

-Scale feels most at ease when you're just hanging out together. He always has fun no matter what you're doing. Hell, he's content to just follow you around while you do stuff.

-Will trail behind you while you do chores, chatting about this or that.

-He loves doing activities together. Scale forgot during assassin training how fun normal people things could be! The two of you will have very frequent dates doing all sorts of things.

-No matter what it is, he's down. Berry picking? Sure! Laser tag? Hell yeah! Mini golf? Say no more!

-You've really opened his eyes in a lot of ways, but he especially appreciates you teaching him to let loose and have some fun instead of always thinking about work.

-He may struggle with words and gifts, but Scale is incredible at acts of service.

-Scale will do anything for you. Absolutely anything. Need someone dead? He's your guy! He won't even charge you for his services!

-Since he's still figuring out this whole 'love' business, it'll help if you lowkey give him orders. Telling him exactly what you want him to do makes things a lot easier for him.

-Sometimes he'll just linger around you like he's waiting to receive an order. Won't think twice about doing anything you ask. He likes to feel helpful and needed.

-He's the type to be snarky and say no if you ask him to get you something, while actively getting that thing.

-"Scale, can you get me some water?" "No." (He's already halfway to the kitchen.)

-What can I say, he's eager to please. To him, little acts of service are the easiest way for him to really show that he loves you. He doesn't take orders from just anyone, after all.

[draftmlpfim]

my top ten favorite mlp; fim characters atm

favorite mlp fim / eg characters

1. fluttershy and rainbow dash - i always tie #1's but still i genuinely could not decide between childhood favorite and her gf

2. spitfire - god i love her so much she's so cool (theres a theme here) and chill besides whenever shes taking charge and training recruits. she's the perfect leader of the wonderbolts until rainbow eventually takes her place

3. princess luna- sucker for redemption arcs and i like that it takes her a long time to start actually fitting in. mlp fim overuses redemption arcs sm but i personally like hers the best (also its the og one ofc)

4. sunset shimmer - lol redemption arc also my favorite design in the entire fim universe

5. sweetie belle - singer pony go crazy, loved her sm as a child and still do, shes so cute even if her cutie mark is ugly as fuck SORRY i hate the cms cutie marks

6. rara - SINGER PONY GO CRAZY also i adore her design and her cutie mark and we gotta love a childhood friend of applejack

7. gallus - hes so cool and my favorite out of the "new mane six"

8. winona - favorite of the pony's pets, shes so cutie and i love a good herding dog, she serves as a companion to applejack but also a functional part of the farm

9. zecora - mysterious zebra that lives in the most dangerous place in equestria and appears to make potions for the other characters is so mf cool but shes this low bc the rhyme scheme gets annoying after a while

10. zephyr breeze - lowkey hate him sm but hes so funny to me even if he sucks ass (which he does) also flutter brutter <3 also design is neat

[ahqkas]

HIHIHIII!! Good Afternoon!! I hope you’re doing well and taking care of yourself <3 Im SO sorry for the delayed reply and messages, I got back a few hours ago and I got quite distracted HAHAHA (aka I’m betraying my family in card games 😎),, but rlly, I hope you’re doing well, good luck in your flight btw!! Have fun and Good Luck 👀 YOURE OUR FLIGHT ATTENDANT IN THE MAKING WE LOVE YOU ‼️‼️‼️❤️❤️❤️

Anw, YES its so true that Mattheo pretended to suck bc cool guy trend, but I DO think that he’s capable of doing them all!! Honestly good on Theo for influencing Mattheo tbh 😭😭 my mans need to pass those classes to advance!! He would be a MASTER at DADA and Potions, ngl remember that scene where theres a door that shows their biggest fears ??? i think something involving voldemort would show up in mattheo’s, and that’ll be the talk of the school for a while!

OOH, I HAD THE SAME THOUGHTS ON HIS NIGHTMARES!! WERE TWINNING!! I do agree that a lot of his nightmares would contain about his past, and more specifically its most likely like sequence of events. I dare say that I think he would have a nightmare where he has to follow on his father’s footsteps and then he’s screaming on his dream— and then Theo wakes him up and stuff! Theo and Mattheo are such a good duo too, they’re there for each other in nightmares and such <3,, OOH regarding his mother, I had a thought that maybe Mattheo tried to find his Mother in both the Wizarding world and the muggle realm ngl!!

Anywayys, I hope you’re doing great and having fun! ALSOO advance congratulations for 1K Followers!! AHH u deserve them sm! Your writing is growing whenever I read it, and I’m glad youre getting the recognition you deserve for ur hard work!! Take care of yourself always, and stay safe <33 - c: anon

HIII ANGEL I MISSED YOU SMM 🥹🥹 it’s okay , how was your trip ?? i have the flight booked on sunday morning && i’m flying back on monday evening ! thank u ily <33

oooh yes that’s such a great idea !!! he’d be nervous to see his biggest fear appear in front of him && maybe he even thought it would take an appearance of something relatively small yk? maybe the women from the orphanage or the kids who made fun of him the whole childhood but deep down he knew it could also take a form of his father , which it did in the end. oh and it definitely would turn into series of whispers around the school . u just gave me a fic idea 😭😭

theo & mattheo are really special to me , i adore their bond like no one else istg . OHHH that’s really interesting ! i think so as well , he grew up deprived of his mother’s love (and father’s too) so it’s only logical he’d want to find her & maybe even demand an explanation why?

which makes me think !! what do you think mattheo would see in the mirror of erised if he looked into it? i’m planning on writing a fic on this though && i already have some ideas as to what could he see but i’d like to hear your thoughts on this 🤍

[straydogkins]

Would love to hear some of your favorite kin memories!! spreading the past life/spiritual kin love, don't let sanism control your belief system ✨✨

*hugs you* Thank you anon! We're getting much better at not Giving a Shit about what people think, which has been doing amazing things for our mental health! Sanism sucks with kin stuff, especially when you're psychotic and a system, so people treat you like you're 'betraying' others with the same conditions that don't like kin stuff, it's so rampant and I just grrr *tiger mode* /silly

ANYWAY happy stuff! (I just chose three of our top kins rn) AND THANK YOU SM I LOVE TALKING ABOUT HAPPY MEMORIES AND MY CANONS AND :D

Happiest memories: Magical girl Fyodor timeline!

Trying makeup for the first time with Nikolai and Chuu, they were both so proud of me for embracing who I am and what I wanted to do, even though it looked awful they were so supporting.

Watching Sigma break out of their shell and do some singing on the small stage at the maid cafe! I'm pretty sure Edgar did some performances with them which sounds ridiculous, but tbh he wasn't half bad at singing.

Watching Chuu smash a tray over Dazai's head in the middle of the cafe. Dazai wasn't a bad guy in the end, but I didn't like him at first because he was not used to having things not go his way, however seeing his reaction to being hit over the head by a maid and the bosses did NOTHING... That was golden.

Happiest memories: Supernatural creatures Kirumi timeline!

Running in the forest as a wolf! I was trying to understand how Rantaro felt as a werewolf, and while I couldn't become an actual werewolf, being a wolf was fun and it became a regular occurrence that we'd go out together.

I think I looked after the 'lil ultimates' sometimes. I can't remember what creatures they were (I suspect Kotoko was a fairy and Daimon was also a werewolf) but they were always getting up to mischief so I was on call a lot because I could look after them

Tbh just the mundane things from then made me really happy, like making potions for class, doing homework. I remember helping Kaito a lot with academic stuff- He was a fun guy.

Happiest memories: Keke (regular timeline)

Pretty much all of them involve Kanon, he was my partner and I loved her so much.

In my canon Tiny Stars had more Mandarin in it, so I remember teaching Kanon the pronunciation of some of the harder words. She studied very hard to get them right for the day of the performance.

Preforming at Love Live! was a big thing! It was all I had dreamed of before going to Japan and to do it and win in the end with our group felt amazing, I cried so hard.

[octo-hyacinth]

Pls Azul x Reader romance where they meet his mommy and she shows pics of baby Azul and Azul is a tiny baby because octos are born extremely little

AWWWW THIS SOUNDS SO CUTE I WANT THIS [grabby hands]

thank you for the idea now its time for me to make some food >:D

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Azul Ashengrotto ft. Baby Pictures!

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto Content Warnings: Fluff, meeting his mama, severe Azul teasing A/N: omg i enjoyed writing this sm help im in love

You had been begging Azul to bring you to the Coral Sea for months now, and each time he stubbornly refused, saying that he was too insecure to show you his mer-form yet, he needed time to prepare, etc.

But you listed reason after reason why you wanted to go there with him, and each time you pleaded with him it just got more convincing. How could he say no to you and your sweet face, after all?

So he sucked it up, made you a bag full of underwater-breathing potions, and when you had your next school break, he took you down to the beach!

You could've spent hours down there under the sea, admiring every little detail of the swirling, vibrant ocean life around you, from the coral to the whales, there was just so much to see!

"Wow, Azul, I can't believe you live down here!" You marveled at the underwater city you passed through on your way to his house, where he said his mom and step-father resided. "Can't we just stop and look inside some of the shops or something? I dunno when I'll be able to visit again."

Azul laughed lightly at how animated you were. "Dear, as long as you're with me, you can come down here with me any time you desire."

"Aww, how sweet."

You intertwined your hand with his, and took a moment to appreciate how beautiful he was under the sea. His purplish skin was soft to the touch, and with his eight tentacles you admired how smoothly he glided through the water. His bright blue eyes stood out amongst the rest of him, and overall, he was just a beautiful sight to behold.

"You're stunning in this form, you know," you smiled softly, watching his eyes widen and a soft blue blush tint his cheeks at the sudden compliment. "I mean it."

He coughed and averted his eyes for a moment, and struggled to form words for a few moments before meeting your gaze again. "Well, I could say the same thing about you, darling," he smoothly replied, and raised your hand to press a gentle kiss to it.

"Stop it." You laughed, and lightly swatted his arm. "You're changing the subject."

"That's what I do." He smirked.

"Yeah, yeah, okay, how much longer 'til your mother's house?"

"Not much longer, dear. But she wants us home by dinnertime. She's eager to meet you, you know." He pointedly looked at you. "I'm sure she'll be all over you, fussing like she's your own mother. It's just in her nature, I suppose."

You smiled fondly at the idea. "She sounds delightful. She runs a restaurant, yeah? Then I'm sure her food will be absolutely delicious!"

"Indeed."

When the water started to get darker from the setting sun, you finally reached the Ashengrotto residence. It was getting a bit harder to see, but you could distantly make out a figure in front of their door, waving in your direction excitedly.

"Oh dear, she's been waiting outside for us," Azul sighed. "I told her there's no point to standing outside all day for us. Get ready to say hello to my mother, Y/N."

"Can't wait." You grinned at him, and he felt his heart warm at the sight. A tiny smile broke across his face as well, one that only you could see in that moment.

And then you heard his mother's voice coming from the house.

"Oh, Zuzu, is that you, my baby??"

You heard Azul mutter a quiet "oh, dear" before Mama Ashengrotto came rushing up from the house, and seized Azul in a very tight embrace. He seemed to be struggling, just a little bit.

"Mama, I can't breathe-"

"Shh, Azul, I haven't seen you in so long, let me hug you!" She huffed.

He looked to you desperately, silently pleading you to help him, but you decided to stand there and let it happen, trying to stifle your giggles.

After a moment, he was released and heaved a big breath of air, but Mrs. Ashengrotto wasn't paying attention to that. Her attention was on you now.

"Oh goodness, who might this be? What's your name, dear?"

"Um, my name is Y/N. It's nice to meet you!"

You held out your hand for a handshake, but she completely ignored that, and trapped you in a hug, too.

"My goodness, you seem like a delightful soul, I'm sure Zuzu is very lucky to have found you!" She released you quickly, then swam behind the both of you and ushered you towards the house. "Come, come, it's almost time for dinner, you must be starving!"

Mama Ashengrotto's seafood dinner ended up being nothing short of delicious, and both you and Azul devoured every bite of what she put on your plate... despite Azul's grumbling.

"Honestly, Mother, I'm trying to keep myself on a diet, you know," he sighed.

"Oh hush, I know how you felt about yourself when you were younger, but now you're too skinny! A balance must be kept for true healthiness," she tutted.

You nodded along with her. "She's right. It's not really healthy to be starving yourself, I mean... you ate everything on that plate like it was your last meal, Zuzu." You couldn't help the grin spreading across your face as you remembered how his mother used that cute nickname earlier.

"Oh, be quiet," he snapped, flushing blue. "Can't I enjoy a meal once in a while without you harping on me and teasing me?"

"Absolutely not. It's too funny." You snickered.

"Aww, you two are just adorable! Reminds me of when I was younger," Mrs. Ashengrotto gushed. "Oh, I know what will make this night even more delightful!"

"Oh, please no," Azul muttered, shrinking into himself. "Not-"

"BABY PICTURES!"

An audible groan sounded from Azul. "Mother, I really don't think that's necessary-"

"Oh, hush boy, they're just in the other room. I'll be just a moment," she giggled.

You had to hold back your own laughs once you saw how mortified Azul looked. His face was buried in his hands, and he seemed to be actively trying to shrink and disappear. "Prefect, please, help me find the nearest pot to hide in. Those pictures are-"

"Right here!" She chirped, gliding in from the living room. "Y/N, you must see him as a little hatchling, he's absolutely adorable!" She set the book down on the kitchen counter, and brought you over to them, leaving Azul to sulk with his head hidden in his arms on the dining table.

She pointed to the first photo in the book of him, where she was holding a tiny baby Azul in the palm of her hand. “See, isn’t he just the cutest thing?” She smiled proudly.

“AWWWWWWWW, he’s so little!!” You cried, holding a hand over your mouth. “He’s like… the size of a nickel, oh my gosh!”

You continued to nearly cry at the continued cuteness overload the more his mother turned the pages of the photo album, and ignored Azul’s grumbling and groaning of please stop, and I think that’s enough, and he got really close to leaving the room out of embarrassment a few times, but there was something about hearing that you thought he was cute? And listening to that genuineness in your voice?? Even though he was a baby in those photos, it made him feel kind of nice knowing that there was someone other than his mother that thought he wasn’t disgusting or creepy or ugly with his tentacles and all. It made his heart feel warm and fluttery. And even with his head hidden, he let himself smile, just a little bit.

After what felt like an agonizing eternity to Azul, you both said your goodbyes to Mrs. Ashengrotto as you approached the door and got ready to head back home.

“It was so nice to meet you, dear,” she said after ensnaring you in a big hug once again. “Please treat Azul well, he’s a fragile boy.”

“I’m not that fragile anymore, Mother,” he huffed indignantly. “I’m doing just fine at Night Raven. I have the Mostro Lounge, my colleagues and classmates, and most importantly…” He gently grasped your hand in his. “…I have the lovely Prefect by my side.”

She smiled approvingly at him. “Aww, well I have faith that you two will support each other during your time at NRC. Take good care of each other, I have no idea when I’ll be able to serve you a home-cooked meal again!”

“Bye, Mrs. Ashengrotto, we’ll try to visit soon!” You waved at her as you and Azul set off once again.

Once you were far enough away, you smiled mischievously at Azul. “Why didn’t you tell me octopi were so little when they were born?”

“Oh, no.”

“Because you were SO TINY! I couldve placed you next to a coin and you would’ve been smaller than it. How did you not get swept away with the currents? How did you not get eaten? How-”

“Y/N, I haven’t the slightest idea.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” You laughed. “But I hope you know I think you were incredibly adorable as a baby.”

Azul felt his cheeks heat up. “Yes, I believe I gathered as much.”

“And you grew up to be incredibly beautiful.”

“I- that’s enough, I understand.” He was struggling to keep a straight face without turning away from you.

“Do you really, though? Maybe I should go on and really explain-”

~~~

Needless to say, you had a very enjoyable journey back home.

[mariondeux]

Hello! Can I please request a scenario with Natsume and a transmasc reader? Something with degradation or mindbreak via a potion or aphrodisiac? If that’s too much, sorry!

— SYNOPSIS ; He had you laying on your back, looking pretty all for him as he gave you a second dosage of that sweet, pink, luminous liquid.

CW ; NSFW, dub-con, degradation, mindbreak, aphrodisiacs, dom/sub, overstimulation,

WORD COUNT ; 519

PAIRING ; Natsume Sakasaki x Transmasc!Reader

A/N ; I love this Natsume card sm I had to use it for this request, it fit so well!

FEMALE ALIGNED DNI.

As Natsume lowered the test tube close to your head, a pink, luminous liquid began to drip down your chin. He smirked and scooped up the liquid from your chin and wiped his finger off on the bottom of your lip. 

“Be a good boy and swallow.”

Natsume was currently thrusting into your slick hole as you strained to take the liquid down, gasping every time your skin made contact with one another. But at this point, you'd do anything for him. As Natsume screwed you harder to intentionally make you choke, you hurriedly downed the liquid, almost choking on it. 

He chuckled as you whined about what he was trying to achieve. This was the second dose of the same potion he had earlier slipped into your drink. You’d become mindless, a slave to his cock as you instantly got on your knees just for him once the potion kicked in. 

He noticed how your hips would always buck the air seeking any kind of stimulation as he cast a glimpse down at your tiny dick. His face twisted into a mischievous look as his cock continued to penetrate you deeply, slowing down and allowing your sex to completely suck him in with pure greed.

“Want me to touch your little cock? Do you think you deserve it?” Natsume purred, his right hand excruciatingly close to your dick while his left hand maintained a strong grip on your hip.

You begged as you rolled your hips against his, nodding repeatedly and trying to nudge his hand closer to your dick., “Please touch me! I need- fuck! Your hands all over me!” You could touch yourself, but you’d be upsetting Natsume by doing that. 

Natsume cooed at you and caressed your cheek with the back of his palm before moving directly to your little dick. He took hold of it and started massaging it while peeking up from beneath his eyelashes to see you writhe and sob. You were a mess—a sweet, sexy mess. Your body was extremely receptive to his touch, and the potion was working wonders because of how strongly you responded to his acts.

“Tell me you don’t deserve me, I want to hear you say it.”

“I don’t deserve you! I don't— mmh! Deserve your cock fucking me this good right now!” You could barely think for yourself you were nothing but a cockwhore for him. You didn’t want this to end, Natsume was like magic itself, you were practically addicted to every little thing he did and the attention he gave you.

His hand rubbed your dick more vigorously as a treat for being such a good, dumb kitten. Your back rose off the bed as your legs began to tremble, letting out a loud cry before coming all over Natsume's cock. He continued to stroke your dick for a few seconds before letting go, enabling you to recline back on the bed and unwind a little. His thrusts hadn’t come to a stop, though, he kept going. Thankfully, they had slowed down to not overstimulate you too much.

“Such a good, little pet~”

[yoooespinosa]

hi!! could u do a draco x den slytherin reader based on the song enough for you by olivia rodrigo, where draco takes reader for granted and always talks and hangs with astoria then reader realises she’s not being treated well and ends up with theo? thank u !!!!

a/n: I love this request sm omg. Definitely my favorite song on her album. Might’ve got off track idk.

Bare faced, you stare at yourself through the bathroom mirror. You never been one to wear makeup, you were always too lazy to get up those few minutes earlier. But now, you couldn't help yourself from reaching for your roommates beauty products.

You added just a hint of makeup, something to make your features pop out more, enhancing your beauty. Maybe he'd notice, he might even compliment you.

The girls he dated before had worn makeup, maybe he likes that.

Once satisfied with your new look, you headed downstairs to meet him in the common room. He was already seated on the black leather coach, his satchel thrown down by his feet, all ready to head to breakfast.

You lifted your chin up, a smile taking over your face once he looked at you.

"Did you do something to your face?" He asked, a crease to his eyebrows.

"Uh, yeah." Your head lowering an inch. "Just something new I'm trying."

He nodded and started walking out the common room, knowing you'd follow him.

Your chin lowered all the way, disheartened. Maybe he just wasn't the compliment type.

You felt a nudge to your shoulder.

"You look pretty." Theo points to your face, obviously overhearing the conversation. "Although, I don't think you need it." He smiled softly.

Your chin lifted back up, heat rushing to your cheeks.

Being with Draco in a way felt like a challenge to you. You felt that you had to compete with the girls he dated before you. Girls like Astoria.

You did everything to be the best girlfriend you could be. You wanted him to feel everything you felt for him. You wanted him to be proud to call you his, like you were proud to call him yours.

So you did everything you could to impress him, to be enough for him. To be more than any of the other girls were for him.

You knew his favorite teas and how he took them. You could name every single book he favored. You even stayed up hours reading the advanced potion textbook so he'd think you were smart.

Did he even notice?

He begged you to sneak out with him one night after hours. You were hesitant at first, your parents had always been strict and you didn't think you could handle the embarrassment of a howler if you got caught.

But then you remembered. He used to always sneak out with Astoria back when they were together. Everyone knew about their late night rebellion. So if this will make him like you more, then you guess you could suck it up and go.

Your hushed giggles echoed faintly against the stone walls, on your way to the kitchens. Footsteps light while walking close to the dimmed edge of the wall.

You were almost there when you heard the familiar meow.

You and Draco made eye contact, then ran for it.

His hand was locked onto your wrist as both of your footsteps got heavier. Both gasping for breath, no longer attempting to be quiet.

He yanked both of you into a small broom closet, holding you close while waiting for a sign to take your leave.

His panting of air was hitting your forehead, moving the baby hairs that fell out of your ponytail while you were running.

When no sound came, he huffed out a laugh. Finding the situation amusing. He started laughing more. But you weren't, this wasn't something you regularly do, this behavior isn't something your parents would tolerate.

Noticing that you were silent, Draco looked down at you.

"Whats wrong?" He asked, now out of breath from laughing.

"Can we go back now?" You whisper, scared that you might get caught if you speak any louder.

He stared at you and shook his head faintly, "Yeah." then under his breath: "I'll just bring Astoria next time, at least she's more exciting."

He said it while halfway out the door, so quiet you had to strain your ear to hear.

But you heard.

After that night, Draco had strayed further from you. He tended to spend more time with Astoria. Doing the same things they had done back when they were together.

You've never thought of yourself as insecure, but when it came to Astoria, you couldn't stop yourself from comparing. Was she more interesting? You already knew Draco found her exciting, you heard it from his own mouth.

But still, was the love you gave him not enough to cancel that lack you had?

You knew he wasn't cheating, you knew he was better than that. But it still hurt when you felt as if you're competing with a girl who once had him. A girl that you so desperately tried being.

A snapping of fingers brought back your attention.

"You keep zoning out." Theo raised his eyebrows at you, pushing aside the book that was laying in the middle of you both.

Theo had taken up some of the extra time you had lately, he's been a helping hand. He was currently helping you study for an upcoming potions test, in the back of the library.

"I know," A low sigh escaped you, resting your chin on your hand. "just keep getting lost in my thoughts."

"Yeah?" He tapped your forehead light with his knuckles. "Whats swimming around in there?"

"Draco." You mumble.

He gave you a weak smile, "Astoria too, i'm guessing?"

"Yep." You popped the 'p', crossing your arms on the table, matching his stance.

He sighed, pursing his lips in thought, "Have you talked to him?"

You cast your eyes down sheepishly, mumbling a quiet, "No."

He breathed out a soft laugh, "Maybe you should start with that."

You nodded your head, throwing him a grateful smile, going back to the book that was between both of you.

After a few minutes passed, his voice interrupted the silence again, "You know," He let a breath out. "He doesn't deserve you. If you were my girlfriend, i’d never let you out my sight."

With one last meaningful look to you, he packed up his stuff and left. Leaving you there with your mouth agape and wide eyes.

You knocked lightly on his dorm door, opening when you heard a muffled, "Come in."

"Hi." You smiled at the blonde boy.

"Hey." He replied, throwing a shirt over his bare chest. It looked like he was getting ready to go somewhere.

"I actually-uh-" You rocked back and forth. "came to talk to you. About something important."

"Oh." He brushed a hand through his hair. "Can it wait? I was about to meet Astoria."

You snapped your head to meet his eyes, but he was no longer looking at you, instead grasping his satchel.

"I guess." You mumble, eyes narrowing in irritation, of course he was. "Well, just come to my dorm when you're finished, no matter how late. You can just sleep there."

"Alright, I will." He smiled at you, placing a soft kiss to your forehead, then walking past you and out the door.

He didn't come to your dorm that night.

Him ditching and forgetting plans had became more consistent as the days went on, along with meaningful glances from Theo. It was all becoming too confusing and tiring for you.

So that's why you found yourself marching to Dracos dorm once again. Communication is key, you kept repeating to yourself.

You didn't knock this time, just swung the door open. He flinched from where he was laying lazily on his bed, when the door slammed against the wall.

"Uh, okay." He blinked slowly at you.

"We need to talk." You breathed out.

He sat up, planting his sock clad feet on the floor. "About?"

"Are you cheating on me?" You knew he wasn't, but part of you just wanted to hear him deny it himself.

"What?" He shook his head, eyebrows furrowed. "No."

You nodded your head to yourself. "Okay."

"Is that all you wanted to talk about?"

"No." You shook your head. "If you want this relationship to work then you're going to have to spend time with me." Might as well just get straight to the point.

"What are you on about?" He scoffed a laugh. "We do hang out, we're hanging out right now."

"No, Draco." You state firmly. "That means less time with Astoria."

He stared at you dumbfounded. "No."

Your lips fell agape, "No?"

"Yeah, she's my friend y/n."

"And I'm your girlfriend." You argue back. "You spend more time with her than me." You throw your arms up, exasperated.

He shook his head, letting out a low humorless laugh, "You're never satisfied, are you?"

You scoffed, you couldn't believe this request was turning into an argument. "What does that even mean?" You got back to the topic. "Im not asking for much here, just the bare minimum."

"You're asking me to just ditch my friend."

"Yes, the exact thing you have been doing to me this past week.”

"I haven't be-"

"Yes, you have, don't even try to deny it." You cut him off firmly. "All im asking is to spend more time with me and less with her. Thats. All."

"No, i,m no-"

"Okay th-"

"-going to just-"

"-me or her?"

Hs voice growing louder at your overlapping words, then promptly going silent.

After a few seconds, "What?"

"I want you to choose." You spoke flatly, trying to keep your emotions at bay, you hadn't expected this conversation to go in this direction.

"What?" He repeated, blinking slowly, not liking where this was going either.

"Is it going to be me or her?" You rephrased, voice close to breaking.

"Don't do that to me." He shook his head, voice low with dread.

"Why shouldn't I?" You whispered, it was easier to contain the uneven voice like that. "Me or her, Draco?"

He didn't answer, just closed his eyes.

The silence that followed was deafening, it said everything that he didn't. Spoke the unanswered, he would choose Astoria.

When he opened his eyes, you were gone.

His mouth already forming the word, "you."

But his hesitation spoke otherwise.

Being without Draco made you realize that the love you had for him was unhealthy. You loved him so much that you felt the need to change yourself to be enough for him, for him to love you back.

You didn't want to wear makeup just to get a compliment or pretend to be good at something that you're not good at.

You don't want to feel like you have to compete against other girls for his attention that should have been given to you freely. You don't want a guy that you would have to make choose between yourself and his ex.

You want a guy that tells you you're pretty with and without makeup, that notices when something is wrong. A guy that you wouldn't feel insecure around and having the need to compare yourself to the girls he's had before.

You want a guy that wouldn't make you feel bad for feeling uncomfortable doing something that they wanted to do, then thinking you're not exciting because of it, you wanted to be found exciting in general—doing the simplest things. A guy-

"You ready?" Theo grasped your hand and interlocked your fingers together with his.

"Yeah." You smiled at him, heading to Hogsmeade, your first date.

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

hi i saw your requests were open and i love your writing so i just had to submit something! could i request something with all three of the boys? maybe the boys didn’t let her cum the night before for no reason (just for their fun lol) and she’s annoyed with them the whole day and decides not to speak with them? the rest is up to u hehe

Don‘t pout

Thank you sm! And thank you for requesting :)

Yo this is filth🗣 but what else is new

Warning: 18+

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You had been ignoring your doms all day, not even sparing them a look when they greeted you in the morning. The second Sirius sat down next to you in potions you went so far as to getting up and looking for a different group to work with.

“What the fuck was that little stunt?” He yelled at you when he caught you alone in the classromm.

“What do you mean?” You responded, raising your brow. “I didn’t do anything.”

You damn well knew what he meant, but you were too angry to care. 

“Oh so you wanna be a brat? Is that it?” Sirius raged, “Alright. You know I like to make you beg.”

“And apparently you like not letting me cum after edging me the whole night! Who does that!”

Sirius went silent at that, before he forcefully stood up from his chair and backed you against a wall. 

“You keep forgetting that we can do whatever we want sweetheart” His voice was low, dangerously so. That’s how you knew that he wasn’t playing around. “So if you know what’s good for you, you shut up and take it. Do you understand?”

You gulped, not wanting to anger him more. Without the other boys here he would have no one to ground him and your punishment would be really unpleasant. You might like pain, but not as much as James, which is why Sirius let his more extreme fantasies out on his friend, not you.

“Yes, Sir.” 

He sneered at you one last time before he pushed himself off the wall and left the classroom.

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The was a tradition you and your boyfriends had for the past year. All of you would always fall asleep in one bed, every night. It was a way to show, that no matter what happend during the day, at night you would lay your differences aside and enjoy your close proximity.

But you were still pissed and not ready to blindly follow their rules. If you were to sleep in their dorm tonight, you would definitely lose your cool and explode, which is why you stayed in your room. It was already well passed midnight when you noticed that you had left your wand on the couch in the common room.

„Oh come on“ you whined quietly and pulled your hair in annoyance. „Fucking wand.“

Getting up as slow as possible you slipped out of the room and tip toed your way down to the couches. When you nearly reached them you heard low voices and you peaked around the corner.

You boyfriends were curled up around each other around the fireplace, conversing softly. You could faintly make out Remus‘ face and James‘ head resting on his shoulder. Sirius‘ back was facing you. Remus had something in his hand and was twirling it around. Your wand.

„Fucking shit“ you whispered and decided to just turn around and get it in the morning when you heard Remus speak.

„Get over here, I can smell you, you know.“

Your banged your head against the wall in anger for your carelessness. Of course Remus would know! Stepping away from the wall you squared your shoulders and held your head up high. Walking over to them you stopped a meter or so away and held out your hand.

„My wand, please.“

Wiggling your fingers impatiently you waited, growing angrier by the second when the boys only laughed at you.

„My wand, please.“ Remus mocked and gave you a smirk. „Is that all you have to say?“

„Remus, give me my fucking-“

Your voice cut off with a painful gasp as James pulled you down by your wrist, your knees banging on the floor. Letting go of your wrist he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you closer, his nose touching yours.

„We haven‘t been around for one day and you already think that you can just do as you please?“

„James-“

He squeezed harder, nails slightly digging in and you winced at the pinching sensation.

„That is not my name.“

You shut your mouth in irritation and glared back at him, not backing down.

„Oh so you wanna play? Sirius told us what happened today. Apparently you think that you can decide shit for yourself?“

You dug your hand in his wrist and seeing him wince with the pressure brought you immense satisfaction.

„I can do whatever I want, if my doms think it‘s okay to not let me cum even if I fucking deserved it, James!“

Damn, that felt good. Both of you were breathing heavy now, a full on staring contest between you two. The others were silent, watching the exchange with amusement.

„Did you hear her boys“ James sneered „she‘s mad that she couldn‘t cum. How unfortunate..“

He twisted his hand and you were forced to turn. Pulling his hand back he pressed you flush against his chest and pulled you on his lap, Remus taking your hands and restricting them in your lap.

„You wanna cum, huh? Alright then, let‘s make you cum.“ James hissed and Sirius pulled your bottoms off, spreading your legs wide.

„Oh look at your cunt“ Sirius cooed „all sore from last night. Your clit is still swollen, baby.“

Your legs twitched when he softly thumbed over your clit. Sirius pressed a kiss on the same spot, tongue peaking out to give you kitten licks over your slit.

You felt James‘ palm enclose around your throat and tilt your hand back. His calloused fingers wrapped tightly around the sides of your soft skin, pressing and cutting off your blood circulation lightly. You felt a faint dizziness and pushed your hips against Sirius‘ face.

„Please touch me“ you begged, voice a little hoarse „Please, I need you.“

Your eyes were trained on James‘ but your words were directed towards the boy who was currently teasing you by fucking you slowly with his fingers.

When Remus was sure that you wouldn‘t fight back he let go of your wrists and joined Sirius between your legs. James hooked his arms under your knees and pulled your legs up, your cunt lewdly on display. The sight alone made the two boys groan with yearning, to see you so open and wet.

„We‘re all gonna fuck you“ Sirius drawled, adding a third finger and Remus‘ lips locked around your clit, sucking soundly while he stared up at you. „One after the other, until there is nothing more that you can give.“

Remus‘ hands pulled James‘ pants down along with his underwear and his cock curled up towards your cunt, throbbing and eager to sink into your tight hole. Sirius took his fingers out and jerked James to lubricate him, pushing his cock inside this time. James stretched you open, the a burning sensation accompanied the fullness of your pussy and you opened your legs further.

James wrapped both arms around your knees and pulled them up, pounding you deeply. Remus sat on the couch and pulled your head back, silencing your moans by making you choke on him.

„Can‘t have you scream like a whore, can we?“ He laughed, albeit a little breathless by the way you were curling your tongue around his length. He shuddered when you moaned, the vibrations making him fucker deeper in your wet mouth.

Sirius only watched from the floor, jerking himself leisurely as he watched his two best friends fuck their girl silly. Sirius liked to be the last to fuck you, when you were so full of their cum, twitching and begging. When you barley had your voice and tried to crawl away.

You trembled in their arms, as you came for the first time, squeezing James so tight he had to readjust and hold you down to chase his own orgasm. Remus pinched your nose shut and fucked your open mouth, spit leaking out of the corner of your mouth as you cried out with overstimulation. Finally Remus pulled away, fisting the base to keep himself from coming yet.

„Ah fuck yes“ James groaned, latching his mouth on your bare shoulder to keep his voice down. He came, breathing heavy as his cock pulsed inside of you and his movements slowed until he pulled out. His head fell back with a satisfied sigh and he let Remus pick you up.

Remus bend you over the back of the couch, not wasting any time. He held your hands behind your back and pushed in with a strong thrust, his pace punishing.

„You dirty bitch I can feel James‘ cum inside of you. You like that? You like being filled with our cum?“

You were gasping for breath with every push of his hips, your walls clenching and fluttering around his unyielding cock. He didn‘t care if it was too much, you were forced to take him. You were forced to feel James‘ cum leak down your legs as Remus replaced it with his own.

„Yes“ you cried out „Want it! Please Sir!“

You heard the slap before you felt it, your lust hazy brain needing a few seconds to register the pain. James spanked you again and again and again, until your flesh flushed and you had clear imprints of his hand on your ass.

„So now we‘re Sir again?“ he hissed „Now that you get what you want?“

Remus stilled, going impossibly slow now. „Maybe I shouldn’t give you my cum...“ he said, grinning when he felt you push back.

„No please“ you gasped, tears already forming „Please I need it. Want it!“

„What do you want?“ Remus pressed, thrusting hard to encourage you.

„Ah“ you shrieked „Want cum! Want cum!“

„Where do you want cum?“ James kept pressing, spanking you again. The tears were flowing freely at this point, all shreds of dignity and pride flushed down the drain.

„My cunt! Want cum in my cunt, pleaseplease-“

Remus lost his control and positions his hands on the back of the couch next to your head, using the leverage to pound into you. In this position he put his entire body weight into one thrust, hitting your spot every time. You could only lay there, body taunt and eyes screwed shut.

And then James spanked you, the pain so intense and sharp that you came again, not a single sound escaping you. Remus came just after you, so much cum that it leaked out on its own, mixing with James‘ as it ran down your inner thighs.

Remus smeared the fluids on your skin, chuckling when you whined and pushed back against his hand.

„Want more“ you pleaded and made your way down to Sirius. „Please, one more!“

Sirius cooed and stroked his hand through your hair, pressing soft kisses along your sweaty hairline.

„On your back and spread those beautiful legs for me, baby.“

You grinned and laid down, spreading your legs. Sirius smiled proudly when he saw your eagerness and gently trailed your quivering cunt with the tip of his cock.

„Such a pretty pussy, so full already. Good girl, taking us so well..“ he moaned, breath hitching when he slipped inside easily.

„See how easy I got in? See how fucked out you are?“

You whimpered at the pain of being used so thoroughly, your body protesting against another orgasm. But you soldiered through the pain, making grabby hands at Sirius.

„Kiss, please“ you pleaded meekly, pouting your soft lips. Sirius shivered at the sight, letting himself being pulled down and kissed you soundly, sucking on your tongue and biting your lips.

„Fuck I can taste Remus on you lips, that‘s so fucking hot..“ He groaned.

You let him lick into your mouth and trace every inch of your teeth and lips. Remus and James appeared on either side of you, pulling and pinching your tits. They were messy about it, stuffing your mouth with their fingers when you got too loud and soon your chest was covered in bruises.

Sirius had his head thrown back as he succumbed to his orgasmic haze, biting his fist to keep in high pitched and hoarse moans. He came so hard that the world momentarily turned white at the edges of his vision and your back arched at the sight. Your eyes stayed glued on his body, the way his muscles clenched and the veins in his neck popped.

„Oh fuck“ he whined „oh fuck, yes..“ He groaned, watching you clench around nothing when he took his cock out, smearing his head on your clit. You convulsed slightly, still coming down from your high and closed your legs as your curled up.

„So full“ you whimpered, letting James pull you to his chest and carry you towards their dorm.

„I know baby, m’gonna clean you up and let you rest. Okay?“

You nodded in relief and slumped against him, watching from over his shoulder as Remus and Sirius stayed behind a little, softly making out.

„Okay.“

Thank god, you don‘t think you could handle another round.

[littlemissnoname13]

Wisps of Smoke (Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader) - Part two

Summary: Draco and y/n find themselves drawn to an abandoned classroom every single night

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: excessive smoking, mature language, mature themes, smut, female receiving, 18+ reader discretion is advised.

A/n: a big thank you to everyone that read part one. I adore each and every one of you and your feedback sm <3

at this point, I am projecting my cigarette cravings onto Draco Malfoy. Sorry. (Smoking is injurious to health)

Word count: 3000

You can read part one over here

Friday

When your eyes opened the next morning, you found your thoughts to be littered with the kisses you shared with Malfoy.

And even if you’d somehow managed to forget the way he suckled, bit and murmured onto your skin, you had purple hickeys marking your neck to remind you. 

This was a mistake. 

Frantically wrapping your green and silver scarf around your neck, you made a run towards your Potions class but before you could even make it to class, you found yourself pulled into a small gap in the wall making your body go into an instantaneous fight or flight mode. 

“What in the actual fuc—”

You were silenced with a kiss on your lips once again. 

Draco pushed you further up against the wall and moved his lips desperately against yours—kissing your mouth senseless. 

“Do you just lurk around in the hallways waiting to sneak up on people?!” You asked in a breathless whisper as his lips made contact with the base of your neck again after he’d loosened your scarf. 

“Only sometimes.” He smirked. 

The wetness that seeped in through your panties and all the way down your inner thighs was a tell tale sign, warning you to stay away from the abandoned classroom that night. 

And you did just that.

Even if you had reached for your door that night, Adrian’s sudden arrival ensured that you stayed away. 

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Saturday

It was nearly four in the morning and anyone with a hint of sanity inside of them would have been fast asleep—if they could sleep through the ear-splitting sound of thunder that is. 

It had been raining for three consecutive nights and the sky was as clamorous and angry as ever. 

Draco scoffed to himself at the sound of sleep.

The whole idea now seemed so foreign to him. It was like he had forgotten what a good night's sleep even felt like. 

With his fourth cigarette for the night lit up and between his lips, He leaned against the glass window waiting for you to walk in wearing your insanely soft night dress that he simply couldn’t stop thinking about. 

Why was he waiting for you? 

It wasn’t like you were obliged to come to that classroom every night. 

It wasn’t like both of you now had an unspoken agreement that you’d meet up in this murky classroom to talk, make out—maybe even shag. 

How ravishing you’d look with your slip dress slipped off into a pool at your feet.

He couldn’t help but imagine you seated on the windowsill with your legs parted. He’d eat you out all night if he could. Lick up long, slow, deliberate licks up your slit and place soft, airy kisses along your inner thighs. 

The images of you straddling him with your tits  bouncing up and down as he pumped into you refused to leave his mind, leaving him all hot, bothered and frenzied with lust. 

Draco forced himself to snap out of his vision and shook his head, restraining himself from reaching towards the buttons of his trousers.

The rain clouds had started to clear up a bit and the sky had slowly started to change colours with the darkest shade of black on the top of the sky trickling down into shades of lighter blue indicating the break of day. 

He wanted to give himself hell for waiting up all night for you for the second time that week—infuriated with the way you made him feel. 

He wanted you out of his system—You and your stupid silk slip dress. 

Your stupid stupid stupid slip dress. 

But before he could even manage to make an exit from the classroom, you pounced right into him with a thud. 

The way you collided with him resembled the collision of opposite magnetic poles—powerful and inevitable. 

"Took you long enough." Draco breathed, holding you tightly against him as he desperately ran his hands along your sides feeling the fabric of your silky nightdress.

"I tried to stay away. I tried so hard." You whispered, and he instantly placed his lips onto yours furrowing his brows as you fiercely kissed him back.

“But I just couldn’t help myself.” You mumbled between kisses as he lifted you up, causing you to wrap your legs around his torso as he carried you. 

“Good.” 

Both of you knew there would be implications to your actions but that seemed like a problem for future Draco and y/n. 

You let your head fall onto his shoulder and you moaned loudly when you felt him grip the exposed skin of your thigh—his fingertips and his ring dug deep into your skin making you hiss into the base of his neck from the sting of pleasure.

If he was going to go around leaving markings on your flesh, so would you. 

It was only fair. 

You went on ahead and sucked on his flesh as he carried you all the way to the window and sat you on the windowsill. 

Hastily tugging the straps of your nightie that had imprinted itself into his subconscious, he made the smooth fabric slide right off your body and into a pool on the floor. 

“Nothing underneath?” He chuckled gazing intently at your naked body making a pink flush appear on your face as you nodded closing your legs together and crossing your arms over your breasts. 

His vision just didn’t do justice to the sight in front of him. 

The sight you exposed, sitting timidly on the windowsill with rosy cheeks woke up something primal inside of him. 

You felt him kneel on the floor in front of you, parting your legs and gently moving your arms away from your body. 

“So fucking perfect.” Draco drew in a sharp breath before leaning in to capture your lips into his, brushing his hands over your shoulders, trailing all the way down your arms and back up again. “Don’t you dare cover yourself up.” 

There was an unusually strong taste of cigarettes fused into the flavor of what felt like mint and apples on his lips and you tried to extract every bit of it—running your tongue along his bottom lip earning a feral groan from him. 

He let his hands ghost around your breast—barely touching.

It wasn’t like he didn’t want to.

He did.

So fucking bad.

But he wanted confirmation from you.

He wanted to know if you wanted this as much as he did. A sign, a sigh, a moan, anything. 

“Draco.”  You murmured into the kiss with your hands yanking on his black button down—fumbling with the buttons. 

Never had he ever heard a sweeter sound. 

Actually scratch that, your moans were even sweeter as he massaged and kneaded your breasts, tugging and pulling onto your hardened nipples. 

“Oh, Draco.” 

His given name on your swollen lips sounded like an invitation he simply couldn’t resist— so fucking innocent and mischievous at the same time. 

The lower his kisses trailed, the more incoherent your speech got. 

Wet, open mouthed, starved kisses that started along your jaw and down your neck moved lower and lower until you felt like you had forgotten every other word that wasn’t “Draco.”  Or fuck.

You felt his hot breath on your hardened nipple as he swirled his tongue around it—catching the left one in his mouth. You grabbed a fistful of his blonde hair as he started to suck and your moans only encouraged him to suck harder. 

He wanted to worship every square inch of your body, on his knees in front of you  like you were his only deity —repeating his licks on both of your nipples, occasionally stopping to litter dark purple bruises around your chest. 

Draco paused and looked up at you with his silvery greys. 

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t picture this exact scene in this head a thousand times over. 

Sure, your complete inability to stay quiet made him livid. 

Sure, the way you walked around in translucent white tops, absolutely unaware of the one too many curious onlookers pissed him off. 

Sure, he’d thought about pushing Adrian Pucey off his broom. 

But the way you sat on that window sill with your legs spread out—wetness dripping down your legs and your pretty little cunt glistening was straight out of Draco’s deepest darkest fantasy.

You arched your back bucking your hips forward and he smirked at your silent pleas.

And when the tip of his tongue gently massaged your clit, it was like your entire body was set ablaze.

You’d never felt that way before and he was just getting started—making you let out a sound even you didn’t know you were capable of making.

 It was somewhere along the lines of a moan and a gasp. Maybe a combination of both. 

After a long, slow torturous lick up your folds, he looked up at you. 

“You taste..” another slow lick “so fucking good.” 

“Please—Drac..Fuck—” 

You lost it when he started to eat you out. It was as if he was starved for this. 

He kitten licked, kissed and nipped you like he’d been waiting for this very moment—this moment with you on the windowsill with his blonde head in between your legs, fingers bunching his hair, calling out only his name with a plethora of other swears. 

And you slowly understood. 

You understood the screams coming from whoever he was shagging the other night. 

There was nothing tentative or hesitant in the way he moved his tongue. 

He knew what he was doing, he knew what he wanted, he wanted you.

“Draco—” You moaned jutting your hips forward when his tongue made contact with just the right spot. “Fuck— god Draco yes right there—ah-.” 

“Right here?” He teased as he continued to lick. With his grey eyes focused on you—the way you bit your lips and rolled your eyes back in pleasure. 

He wanted to remember it, recall and replay it in his mind for hours on end. 

He didn’t care about the mellow and golden rays of sunlight pouring in through the window glass you had your back rested against. 

He didn’t care about any fucking body or any fucking thing. 

You let out another laboured gasp when you felt him push his finger inside you. One finger at first, allowing you to get used to the sensation. 

And then he put in a second finger, the cold metal of his ring making contact with your sensitive skin. 

There was a strange feeling inside of your stomach. It was pressure—kind of like a knot waiting to snap. 

It was delicious. 

It had you begging for more. 

You simply couldn’t think of anything or anyone else. 

Whatever he was doing with his fingers and tongue—you just wanted more. 

“Please Draco—don’t stop.” 

The sounds you were making made him want to bend you over, press you against the window and fuck you mercilessly, but there was a part of him that reminded him that you deserved more than that. 

You deserved more than just a quick little fuck in this classroom. 

He wanted to take you, make you his, make you cum over and over again and although he wasn’t sure he could do the former in that particular moment in time, he sure as hell could do the latter. 

His fingers and tongue moved in perfect coordination. Each taste accompanied by his fingers pumping in and out of you. 

Draco knew you were close. He could tell by the way you gripped onto his hair while you clenched around his fingers. 

“Let yourself go y/n.” He murmured. “Yes, that’s it—good girl.” 

You felt the tight knot in your lower abdomen snap at his words, and you felt overcome with pleasure that made your legs spasm and your toes curl. 

“Draco..I think I’m..ah—”

“That’s it y/n, be a good girl and cum on my mouth yeah?”

Your high felt like an ocean wave—sweeping, billowing and crashing all over your body. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that to you.” He looked up at you, accomplished as his lips twisted upwards and you looked down at him with a peachy kind of afterglow on your cheeks.

“And I wouldn’t mind doing that again.” 

~~~~~~~~~

Sunday

A four poster bed, a nightstand and a desk full of nothing but books stacked upon one another and an opulent looking rug on the floor. 

Of course, Malfoy had his own bedroom. 

You kept telling yourself that it was the softness of his pricey pillow, laden with his scent and his thousand thread-count sheets that made you want to spend the rest of eternity there.

It certainly had nothing to do with the fact that Draco kept grumbling in his sleep while pulling you closer to him every passing second or two.

It had nothing to do with how content you felt with your bare body pressed up against him.

He still had his shirt on, unbuttoned all the way allowing you to brush your fingertips against his toned abdomen.

You could tell it was already late evening by the way bare minimum light seeped into the lake and in through the windows.

You had spent the entire Sunday in his room, where he snogged you, ate you out and gave you orgasms upon orgasms.

He was adamant with the way he said “not yet.” every time you tried to unbuckle his pants. 

You sighed and allowed your lips to graze his forehead for the briefest of seconds before shimming free from his arms. 

After sliding your dress back on, you tiptoed to his dresser when you saw a pack of unopened cigarettes on it.

Blame it on mere curiosity but you slowly took a cancer stick out and placed it between your lips—right in the far corner just the way he did it and looked at yourself in the mirror. 

Your neck was marked in a trail of purple bruises and your hair looked like it had definitely seen better days than this.

 As messy as you looked, the reflection stared back at you looking content. 

"If you wanted a smoke, all you had to do was ask." 

The husky tone of his voice startled you. He was propped up on his elbows with his messy blonde hair covering most of his forehead making you weak in your knees.

Damn you Draco Lucius Malfoy. 

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Monday 

Both of you had showed up to your potions class late—your shirt buttoned all wrong and his blonde hair in a riot of knots and tangles. 

It was the result of an intense snog fest against a wall but nobody needed to know that. 

“That’s the wrong ingredient y/l/n.” Draco scoffed pretending like his tongue wasn’t in your mouth just a few minutes ago. 

Two can play at this game. 

“It is not.” You glared at him making poor Blaise next to you wish he could just shrivel away. 

“Is too.” 

“Is not.” 

“Is too.” 

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Tuesday 

“Oh and thank you very much for getting me into detention yesterday.” You said sarcastically while he quietly smoked his cigarette next to you. 

And thank you for making me fall apart by the mercy of your fingers at detention. 

You were seated on the same window sill but this time, you had clothes on—three whole layers of clothing actually. 

“Pleasure.” He chucked, exhaling.

With his exhale, wisps of smoke escaped his lips creating a veil around you two. 

The smell had started to get tolerable, familiar—pleasant even. 

It was strange how the human mind was conditioned into latching itself onto anything that brought it comfort. 

Where there was smoke there was Draco. 

It came as a fixed packaged deal and you didn’t feel the need to complain anymore. 

“So, does Pucey know what you’ve been up to these days or is he still as oblivious as ever?

“Adrian wouldn’t notice if I went missing for a week.” You shrugged.

“Then why are you with him?”

“As cliched as it sounds, its complicated.”

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Wednesday

“I’m starting to believe I’m a terrible influence on you.” He muttered, raising only one of his eyebrows as he watched you pull out the lit up cigarette from his mouth. 

“Absolutely, without a doubt.” You confirmed, placing his cigarette between your lips attempting to inhale. 

The second you did, you were left a coughing, wheezing wreck—throat on fire, tears streaming down your cheek. 

You quickly drank the water he’d already conjured with a simple aguamenti charm and proceeded to smoke again. 

His heart felt the strange and inconvenient kind of ache seeing you make a mess out of yourself, struggling with the coughing. 

He’d also noticed how you put the cigarette on the far corner of your lip the way he did but he decided to not bring that up. 

“And why have you suddenly decided to take up smoking?” 

“I’ve grown quite fond of the taste.” You blurted involuntarily.

“Oh y/n.” He shook his head. He’d never seen you smoking so there was only one explanation and the explanation made him feel things he’d rather not.

“Cm’here.” 

His hands gently grasped into the hair on the nape of your neck as he pressed his lips on you. 

“Could have just said you wanted to kiss me.” He smirked against your lips. 

“Shut up.” You murmured back. “Just kiss me.”

~~~~~~~~~

Thursday

You always did feel bolder, livelier and happier towards the end of the week. 

Maybe it was the Fire whisky you two and brought to the classroom in his flask coursing through your veins but you felt brave. 

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to do.” You declared so courageously, taken aback by your own capability of sounding like a reckless Gryffindor. 

“And what would that be y/n?”

You pulled him by his green tie and brushed your lips on his for a fraction of a second before dropping down on your knees in front of where he was seated. 

“This.” 

To be continued....

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Part 3 teaser:

Draco watched with fascination as you tried to slip back into the remains of your silk slip dress.

“I’m sorry about your dress.”

“That’s okay.” You mumbled absently as you tried to get your dress to stay on your body.

“Here.” He said hesitantly before handing you his blazer. “Wear this.”

“Going back to my dorm with your blazer doesn’t seem like a good idea.” You chuckled as the fabric drowned you. “What am I going to tell Pansy?”

His lips quirked up into a faint smile.

“You’re not going to your dorm y/l/n.”

Part three is available here.

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[weelittleweasley]

Remember Me | Draco x Reader

Prompt as requested by @llandaaa : After finding out that your boyfriend, Draco, is a death eater, he casts the Oblivate spell on you in order to protect you. However, when trying to cast your patronus, your happiest memory is with Draco, making you unable to complete the spell. How does Draco react to your confusion?

Warnings: angst, mostly

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Thank you for the requests! Taglist can be found below! If you would like to be added, please message me!

Standing on opposite sides of the room, Draco sits on your bed, head in his hands, pulling at his hair, letting the tears slowly stream down his face. You on the other hand pace his bedroom, back and forth, biting your nails, trying to piece the puzzle together how this situation could have happened behind your back for so long. Occasionally you stop to look at the boy sat on your bed, opening your mouth to speak, but you stop yourself from saying anything, continuing to pace the other side of the room. Draco looks at his arm, the dark mark on his forearm, taunting him, teasing him, yelling at him. Duty, the mark reminds him. He hated that he kept this secret from you for so long, but he was far too afraid to tell you earlier in fear that you would have the reaction that you were having now. 

Draco was tasked with the impossible, but he had a responsibility. He had to prove himself to his superiors. If he didn’t, his life was on the line. He was just a boy and yet his family was so quick to sell him down the river as if he were nothing, but a pawn in this game of chess. “I wanted to tell you, (Y/N),” he tells you as you continue to pace back and forth. “But if I told you earlier, I ran the risk of putting your life on the line.”

Looking at him, you scoff, “But you are willing to put your life on the line?” He looks at you and gulps, not knowing what to say. “I love you, Draco. What made you think that I would be okay with you signing your life away to that monster? How do you think you are going to get out of this?” you ask him, genuinely curious to know if he had even thought of an escape plan or if he was going to completely his task. He remained quiet and looked back down at his mark on his arm. “You’re going to do it...” you say, the reality and the gravity of the situation hitting you. “Bloody hell,” you whisper, running your fingers through your hair, pulling at the roots, unable to fathom that your boyfriend was going to kill someone for the sake of evil. 

“What choice do I have?” Draco snaps, rising from his bed, anger rising with him. “He’s going to kill me. And then he’ll kill my family. He’ll kill you. I have to do this!” he yells, shaking with fury. He wished you could understand the pressure he was under. He regretted the decision of telling you about this immensely. It should have been better to keep you in the dark about this and distance himself from you. 

You remain silent when he tells you that the Dark Lord would kill you if Draco didn’t fulfill his duty. “Why would he kill me?” you ask.

The naiveté in your voice makes him laugh. You were one of the smartest people he knew and yet somehow, you never knew how much you meant the blonde boy. From the moment Draco and you became a couple, he was in it for the long haul. He swore to himself that he would do anything and everything to prove that he loved you more and more each day. Yet somehow you remained oblivious to how much the poor boy ached with love. “Because he’s killing the people I love. Don’t you see it? You mean the world and stars to me and he wants to take it away from me if I don’t do this,” he rationalizes with you.

Taking a deep breath in, you let the tears fall and you let the sadness and pain wash over you. Draco is immediately at your side when the first tear falls, cupping your face in his hands, kissing the tears on your cheeks as they fall in hopes to kiss away the pain. He wipes them away with his thumbs before you sob into his shoulder, gripping onto him, holding on for dear life. “Please,” you beg him through sobs. “I can’t lose you.”

Your words pull at Draco’s heart strings as he begins to cry, the both of you sobbing in each others arms, too afraid to lose the other. The two of you had risked a lot to be in this relationship in the first place, and finally you were so happy together, finally you were in love. And now this came along and reversed it all. 

Draco held onto you tightly, pressing kisses to the top of your head, smelling the faint aroma of your perfume, his heart fluttering at the familiar scent. It brought warm to his chest, his heart expanding with each breath and the scent. It reminded him of potions class, smelling Amortentia for the first time as he smelt your perfume in the cauldron, heat rising to his cheeks as you giggled in the back of the classroom. Immediately after that class, Draco kissing you in the hallway, telling you that he wanted to take you on a proper date like boyfriends and girlfriends do. The brightest smile on your rosy cheeks appeared after he asked you, you jumping into his arms, kissing him hard, so happy that he asked you after weeks of pining over each other. It was the happiest memory the both of you could recall. As Draco pulled away to take a good look at you, he softly smiled at you, wiping away your remaining tears before kissing your forehead sweetly. “Look at me,” he tells you as you do so, sniffling. “You won’t lose me,” he says, pulling his wand out of his pocket as you furrow your eyebrows. Draco knew what he had to do in order to protect you, no matter how much it would kill him inside. 

Suddenly, you knew exactly what your boyfriend was going to do. Your face drops in horror, mouth agape and eyes wide. “Don’t you dare do this to me, Draco. I’ll never forgive you. Don’t you dare do this to us,” you cry out, more tears pooling in your eyes than before. You weren’t going to let him do this. It wasn’t fair to you. “Please, Draco. Stop it. Please I can’t d-”

“Obliviate!” Draco points his wand to you as you scream his name one last time in horror before your face falls blank. Your vision goes white and your hearing turns into white noise. Draco watches your eyes shut and he looks at your nightstand, the picture of you two that stood proudly on top of it. You two were both laughing as Draco engulfed you in a hug. Slowly, Draco’s figure disappeared from the photo. His heart sank as he knew the memories of you two would be gone forever in your mind. He swallowed the sob that rose in his throat. Walking to you, your eyes still closed, he places a small kiss to your forehead. “I love you, darling. I’ll see you at the end of all this,” he tells you before slipping out of your dormitory and rushing back to his, holding back his tears.

Your eyes shot open as you sucked in a breath. Your eyes dart around the room, looking for someone. You had felt the presence of someone in the room, but now they had left. You can’t remember who was here or why there were here. The room looks untouched, but you feel uneasy. You reach up to your face and feel that they were wet. Were you crying? Why were you crying?

Before you could try and fathom what was happening, you hear a knock at your door. Walking over, you open the door to reveal Hermione standing there. She has a smile on her lips, but it fades when she sees your tear stained cheeks and smudged mascara underneath your eyes. “(Y/N), are you okay?” she asks, grabbing your arms, looking into your eyes as if to search for answer. “How long have you been crying?” she pulls you into a great hug, squeezing you hard, trying to take away the pain that you were unaware that you were facing.

Confused, you speak into the hug, “I’m fine. I don’t even know why I’m crying,” you confess.

Hermione pulls away and looks at you again, making sure that you did look like you were crying. Puffy eyes, tear streaks dried on your face, mascara smudged, chapped lips: all clear signs that you were crying. “What do you mean? You can’t remember?” she asks you. 

Walking into your room, she follows, looking around your room to see if anyone else was in the room. She fails to see anyone. “I can’t remember why I was crying. To be honest with you, I don’t remember anything that happened within the past hour...I remember eating dinner and now here I am,” you remain puzzled. What caused this amnesia?

“You left after dinner with Draco,” Hermione tells you. You look at Hermione confused. Draco? The name was not familiar at all. No picture of him jumped out mentally. The name brought no memories up. Nothing. Blank. Just white noise. “Draco Malfoy,” Hermione repeats. “Your boyfriend?”

You chuckle. “Yeah, right, Hermione. You and I both know I haven’t dated anyone since Dean Thomas asked me out in year four,” you push her shoulder, jokingly.

Hermione is so confused. You didn’t know who your boyfriend was? You didn’t even recognize the name Draco Malfoy? Did you hit your head or something? “You’re joking, right?” Hermione asks, lightly laughing with confusion. “You and Draco have been together for months. You even have a picture with him on your...” she trails off when she glances at the picture on your nightstand. What was a picture of you and Draco embracing and laughing was now just a solo picture of you laughing. “What?” she walks over to the frame, picking it up, blinking as if she was seeing something wrong. But then she realized the horrifying reality of the situation. “The obliviate spell...” she whispers.

“Excuse me?” you ask her, not understanding what was going on.

She realized that Draco had put the obliviate spell on you, casting away any memory you have ever had of him and your relationship together. Something serious must have happened between the two of you for him to do that she thought to herself. Hermione knew better than to poke and prod at you for more information, it would only cause you to spiral. “Um, never mind. Forget I said anything,” she tells you, squeezing your hand as you smile. “How about we sneak into the kitchens and grab a snack, shall we?”

-----

Weeks had past since that night and Draco watched you as you happily trailed the halls of Hogwarts, laughing with your fellow housemates, linking arms with Granger as you entered the Great Hall. You looked so happy, glee beaming from every pore in your body. Draco’s heart shattered every time he saw you and how joyful you looked even though he wasn’t in your life. He wished he could relish in the happiness with you, but it was far too dangerous for him to approach you and make him a part of your life again. Things were better off this way. You living separate lives and you not knowing who Draco was and what he was capable of. 

Draco every day woke up and the pain of him not having you by his side just reminded how miserable living was. He was exhausted. He wished for the day that all of this was over and he could finally breathe again without the fear of the Dark Lord looming over his head like a rain cloud. His friends asked why you two were no longer spending time together and he simply replied, “We’re two different people. Things were getting too complicated.” No one questioned things further.

As for you, your friends wondered where Draco was, but thankfully Hermione simply told everyone not to bring it up. People just assumed it was a bad break up and did not speak of Draco in front of you. You ignorantly followed along, not a care in the world, just happy to be with your friends. 

You sat in Defense Against the Dark Arts, completely drained by Snape’s lecture as Hermione sat next to you, perfectly attentive as per usual. Snape had instructed you all to practice your patronus spells while he attended to matters outside of the classroom. You groan, getting up from your seat. There were plenty of other things you would like to be doing rather than practicing your patronus on a Monday morning. “Oh come on, (Y/N),” Hermione pokes at you with her wand. “At least we’re actually doing something rather than sitting around listening to him lecture. Expecto Patronum!” It takes Hermione one attempt before conjuring a full patronus, an otter. The creature swims around the classroom as you both laugh. Of course it took Hermione one go to perfect the spell. Everyone else in the classroom struggled to conjure a patronus, some getting it immediately and other a few tries and some not at all. You fell into the latter category.

“Why isn’t it working?” you groan in frustration, flailing your wand back and forth as Hermione watches you do so. “I’m thinking of happy things, but nothing is happening.”

Neville looks over to you, “Don’t worry, (Y/N). It happens to the best of us.” You smile at him warmly as he also struggles with the spell.

You glance to the opposite side of the classroom towards Harry Potter who helps other students with their spells. “Potter!” you call out as Harry’s head darts to you. “What am I doing wrong?”

Harry walks over to you, sitting on your desk. “Well, the patronus spell is cast correctly when you are thinking of your happiest memory. It can’t be one moment where you were happy or multiple incidents of joy. It needs to be the happiest moment of your life,” he instructs simply. “Can you think of that?” Huffing, you close your eyes and scour your memory for the happiest you’ve ever been. Slowly, you begin to recall one moment. You hear chatter in the hallway and you remember yourself grinning brighter and wider than you have ever done before. You smell cologne and apples and the deep voice of a boy. You’re kissing him as he holds you tightly. He is asking you to go on a date with him. But you can’t see the boy. It’s just blank. White nothingness. White noise. The memory fades as quickly as it came. “Anything?” Harry interrupts your thoughts.

“There was something,” you open your eyes. “But I can’t remember all of it.” You close your eyes again, forcing the memory up again. The boy in front of you is a white figure, you can faintly hear him. You can recall the sensation of being so happy, kissing him, holding him, but you don’t know who it is. Who is it? “There’s someone there...but I don’t know who it is,” you say, trying to remember. You’re getting frustration, but soon enough the frustration is replaced by anxiety. “I can’t remember,” you say, shooting your eyes open. “Why can’t I remember?” you start to breathe heavier and quicker. “Why can’t I remember?” you look at Hermione, hoping she has the answer. She looks at you worried and then to Harry. This is the first time in her life that Hermione doesn’t have a solution to the problem. You’re breathing is getting shallower and your knees feel weak. The room starts to spin as you try to remember who is in your memories. Nothing is happening, but the figure in your memory haunts you now. “I can’t remember,” you start to cry as your knees give out, Hermione catching you.

Hermione looks to Harry who looks worriedly at you. “What’s happening?” he asks Hermione. She shrugs as she holds you tightly, rocking you back and forth in an attempt to calm you down. “(Y/N), what do you see?” Harry asks further.

You cry, “I don’t know! Don’t you understand? I can’t remember who it is! I hear his voice, I can smell him, but I can’t see him! I don’t know who it is! I can’t remember.” You breathe heavier as Hermione looks at Harry. She knows what is happening. The memory you’re trying to recall is one with Draco, but since Draco has cast the obliviate spell on you, anything with a memory of him is detached from your mind. 

“Where’s Malfoy?” Hermione asks Harry as Harry looks wildly confused as if to say why him? “Don’t ask questions. Get Malfoy.”

Harry hurriedly looks around the classroom before seeing Draco sitting on his desk, talking to a few other Slytherins in the corner of the classroom, not practicing their patronus as instructed. “Malfoy!” Harry calls as Draco looks over, disgusted as to why Potter was summoning him. “A little help?” Harry points to you as Draco’s heart drops and he immediately stands up.

The sight of you makes Draco panic. He pushes students out of his way, running to your side, terrified about what is going on. He crouches down next to you on the floor as you are being cradled by Hermione as you sob into her chest, hyperventilating. “What happened?” Draco asks Hermione.

Hermione rubs your back and replies, “She was trying to remember her happiest memory, but she can’t recall it. I’m certain it has to do with something that happened a few weeks ago...” Draco’s whole demeanor shifts and the anxiety sets in. This was his fault. “Did you use the obliviate spell on her?” Hermione whispers just so low enough so you can’t hear, but Draco can. Draco doesn’t say anything which just confirms Hermione’s fears. “Are you mad?”

“I did it to protect her,” Draco says through gritted teeth, wanting to hold you close to him and calm you down himself. He knew he could do it, but he didn’t want to scare you. You didn’t remember him. 

“Protect her from what?” Harry asks.

Draco flips around to look at Harry. “None of your business, Potter,” he spits. He turns back to Hermione. “Obliviate is reversible, isn’t it?” he asks, hoping that Hermione would have the answer and it was good one. He needed a win today.

Hermione shakes her head. “Unless you want to damage her memory and run the risk of killing her,” she spits, holding you closer to her chest in order to protect you from the Slytherin boy as you cry further into her jumper. “You should have used a charm rather than the spell! The spell permanently alters the victim’s memory. It’s irreversible.” 

The news makes Draco’s heart shatter. Even if he survived the dark mark, he couldn’t even get you to remember him if he reversed the spell. You were done for. Draco looks at Hermione and says, “Let me talk to her.” Hermione’s grip on you tightens. “Please, Granger. I know her,” he says.

Slowly and carefully, her grip loosens on you. She sits you up as you wipe the tears from your eyes. You look to your right and see a blonde haired boy. You’ve seen him the Great Hall a couple of times, but you had no idea who he was. You couldn’t put a name to the face. “Who are you?” you ask him.

Your words makes Draco’s heart shatter further if that was even possible. He swallows hard, trying to keep his emotions at bay. “I’m Draco Malfoy,” he speaks. Even though you had no clue who this was, his presence was oddly calming. You felt your breathing even out. “I know you don’t know who I am, but I know who you are.” His words make you confused and a little scared. “Don’t be afraid. I promise I won’t hurt you. That’s the last thing I want to do,” he extends a hand out to you, hoping that you would take it. He pleads that you take it.

The whole room is watching you two now. You look at Hermione who offers you a gentle smile and a nod as if to say that everything was okay. You look at Harry who just shook his head. Carefully, you took Draco’s hand in yours which causes Draco to sigh in contentment. When your skin touches his, there is a warm sensation that washes over and a familiar feeling that reminds you of the memory that you were trying to conjure before. You felt safe. Almost like you were home in his touch. “Do I know you?” you ask him, really searching for an answer. He felt all too familiar to be a stranger.

Draco smiles at you, giving your hand a squeeze. “In another life, yes. But right now, we’re going to have to start at square one,” he explains as you remain just as confused as you were before. But in a weird way you were okay with that. “Do you trust me?” he asks.

And oddly enough, you did.

[abittersweetsongforyou]

wtfock fic recs part 1

okay so some points

im sorry about the spacing but i cant be bothered to fix it, im sorry if i missed anything and i hope this was helpful

the classics (v popular, many kudos)

I Didn't Want To Share My Boyfriend Anymore by teen_content_queen So He's Happy by Masterless rescue my heart by themoongirl go and hold that lightning by themoongirl i've learned to lose you (can't afford to) by petitepeach and my love life waits by petitepeach Truth by MsAshlyjudd8 Carry You by clarecas Are You Jealous Or Are You Sulking? by teen_content_queen Sick Day by teen_content_queen can i try again? by lamourestout Floating in a most peculiar way by skamsnake rotten work by aholynight run and score by aurorawinds

Unattainable by sincerelysobbe

canon divergence/missing scenes/fix-its

woensdag 21:21 (redux) by eliottamoureux - the post first kiss that sander deserved living life and loving boys by TheGlassesPredicament - post hate crime, milan and our boys :( but :) all we can do is keep breathing by aletterinthenameofsanity - sander is homeless explanation Bringing A Boy Home by ForeverInIdle - Sander takes Robbe to meet his mother watch myself watchin' you by vitane - robbes crush on sander developing during the beach trip hey wolf, there's lions in here (hey wold, just see there's no fear) by tokyometropolis(mesohorany) - sanders perspective of ohn Rebel Rebel by skamsnake - sanders perspective on trying to get robbe to fall in love with him on the beach trip In which Sander and Robbe emigrate from Robbe's bedroom by orphan_account zaterdag 22:02 by wasteourdaysdreaming - sander wants to be with robbe diminuendo by noobishere - sander at the flatshare after robbe leaves for his exam and I know what you're feeling ('cause I feel it as well) by nothingbutniall - kissing in the tunnel a warning sign by themoongirl - sanders perspective after he ran out of the hotel reunited by themoongirl - reimagined ohn you don't even know who i am by lamourestout - robbe and sander getting to know each other take these broken wings and learn to fly by ladypeaceful - the hate crime gonna build you up (gonna help you believe, honey) by ladypeaceful - robbe takes sander to meet his mama

the broers

being assholes fucking asshole. by richietrashmouthtozier - jens is a dick and robbe is tired and sad The Familiar, Foreign, or Both by TOZ1ER - robbe grew apart from the broers by then he runs into them in the supermarket oké, so? by severegas4 - moyo is a dick being mostly good friends jahsdaj by the way by TheGlassesPredicament - robbe has been dating sander and is tired of hiding it Now I'm In It by cicelsticks - sander on a broers holiday, there's only one bed, and pining Low Volume by clubstocrews23 - sander is down but robbe is there for him a teenage manual on breathing by merengue - robbe comes out to jens, this one is seriously so good Fun Get Away by Masterless - jens doesnt like sander but he's a good friend

wtFOCK - Moyo season 4 by Createdforyou - screenplay style moyo season 4 written by some lovely people and very well done, even if screenplay isn't your thing i highly suggest trying it

romcom type aus that make my heart all fuzzy

Croissants by bruisingknees - sander works at a bakery, robbe is a customer, flirting ensues its an unrequited love by eggsntoast - sander works at a museum and robbe keeps visiting The finest of the meadow by allforyoumylove - two boys meet in a meadow Coffee and Croques by peaceoutofthepieces - barista!sander and barista!eliott we love to see it

My hand around the base of your holy neck by allforyoumylove - friends with benefits and we all know how that turns out

Come closer I'll give you all my love by Createdforyou - fake dating au babyyy

Christmas Dreams by Createdforyou - they're coworkers and its christmas! tell me that doesnt scream romcom

careless in its choosing by noobishere - they meet in a club its very cute

life was a willow and it bent right to your wind by nbrook - friends to lovers and its christmas and robbes boyfriend sucks

just friends by sincerelysobbe - friends with benefits with much pining

But darling, love is passing by by Createdforyou - barista!sander i mean who doesnt love barista!sander and strangers to friends to lovers

fun and funky aus that just hit

Let's Dance by msleviss- Sander is a DJ we love to see it our camp of dreams by aurorawinds - a summer camp au Falling For You by silver_etoile - soccer au babyyyyy Seek Only Love by iwritetropesnottragedies(recklesslee) - Sander goes to Robbe's highschool Jij Verliest by sincerelysobbe - robbe is a streamer and he deserves a nice boyfriend aka sander the blood of both is my limbo by tokyometropolis(mesohorany) - robbe is an angel and sander is a demon its fucking awesome i'm slowly falling away. by fockinglevendcliche - enemies to lovers paint me in trust by themoongirl - vampire!sander that's all u need to know Pizza Time by Quirlequast - robbe cant tell if pizza deliveryboy sander is flirting with him we don't gotta be discreet by noobishere - robbe and sander fake date but theyre actually really dating, aaron is just an idiot

flower moon by cicelsticks - hogwarts au v cute

love me while your wrists are bound by alsjeblieft - siren!sander is fucking awesome this one also has under 100 kudos and thats just wrong

masterpiece by sincerelysobbe - soulmate au babyyyy

For Real by peaceoutofthepieces - fake dating at christmas time what could be better

everything all at once by whalefairyfandom - robbe is a barista and sander is his coworker britts 'asshole' ex-boyfriend

love potion no.9 by thekardemomme - hogwarts au and its amortentia day

the blind date bomb by thekardemomme - robbe and sander on a blind date and it goes very well

I See You When You Run From The Light (within your eyes) by womenstan - sander is blind and robbe is an idiot but itll be okay eventually bsadhajshd

carry me through this sleeping city by aurorawinds - imo this is some of aurorawinds best work, they're neighbours and coworkers and v cute

the sports we play by dottori - this one was very fun and cute although i only vaguely know of the foxhole court it was still very enjoyable so even if you dont know the reference read it anyway

makes me feel things i cant explain

vrijdag 21:37 by wasteourdaysdreaming - the same party from told from different perspectives (one of my all time fucking favourites fr) to build a home by aguamarina - sander has a sister and she's the sweetest thing

you know i'm always at your shoulder (take your heart out of its holster) by wafflesofdoom - this is unfinished but so so worth the read anyway especially because the chapters kind of function as one-shots

hop in the corolla by noobishere - god this fic is everything to me like them on a trip together, in love, happy, being young, fuck its so wonderful

A New Sunday Feeling by foxsake5 - they're in love and horny and v sweet

Fizzy Colas by foxsake5 - its boys night out but robbe and sander are in love

in this universe by dottori - fluff fluff fluff my little heart

Suns Set Before They Rise by writingbuzz - boyfriends waking up together

lovers never lose by dottori - this has to be one of my all time favourites, perfectly cheesy i love it sm

Taking pictures of you as the light came through by allforyoumylove - this one is steamy so be warned but so tender and sweet

My hand around the base of your holy neck by allforyoumylove - friends with benefits but they're in love and its beautiful

Pull Me from the Dark by TheOceanIsMyInkwell - wow i mean wow, they both have issues and they're still learning and trying and they love each other even though they're sad and a bit broken.

Always mine, always yours by allforyoumylove - they go to a wedding and get engaged and its romantic as fuck and im crying

one through seven by dottori - robbe and sander are in love

[husbandohunter]

It’s been a while since we tackle Stardew Impact especially the Outlander one that left a deep impression on me. So I’ve just finish Albedo’s story quest and I feel like he’ll stay in Stardew aside from Diluc will be the only one that’ll think of a way to convince the farmer to go with him and Kaeya... this is so sad bruh.

Can’t this boys just get a break? How about this? They manage to get Isekai to Stardew Valley, met the farmer who then directed them to the Wizard for help and they were told it would take time to make a portal that will take them back to Teyvat safely. During their stay with the farmer, because the farmer is the only one intimately aware of the supernatural in their world aside from the Wizard, they learn how to heal.

Kaeya finally having a taste of a stress free life where he doesn’t need to be a double agent, doesn’t have to be a Calvary captain, even just for a few months

Albedo having this childlike curiosity staring wide eye at everything and anything, dragging the farmer in his shenanigans. Asking so many questions, you drunk a potion concocted by the Wizard in order to understand Junimos, what are this Junimos? Are they the same as the elemental entities in his world, aside from understanding the language of this peculiar specie what else did they get from the potion? The ability to command Junimos? The ability to control plants? Or perhaps the ability to communicate with animals—

Diluc will be restless but strangely enough his calm at the same time. He and the farmer bond with the farm work exchange tips on managing the crops especially on the grapes as well as making wine. Teaching the farmer how to wield a claymore or improving their combat abilities.

And the good byes doesn’t need to be sad.

Communication is a valid option hello! *cries in Childe and Xiao’s part*

-Birdie stricken with inspiration and thirst for fluff

P.S college sucks 🥲

Oh man, Stardew Impact (*μ_μ) this brings me back so many memories. It all started out as simple fluff but of course there is always room for complex plots hehehe... (Mihoyo I'm looking atchu >.> why does Inazuma have to be so dark?)

Kaeya would def be the one who is most conflicted about leaving and Diluc being a close second (plus he's very very stubborn so most likely he isn't going to let things go so easily *ahem* like his father) and Albedo being super smart, he doesn't seem like the type to be so attatched at first, but saying goodbye=never seeing someone again (yes Albedo, theres no way around the meaning) doesn't make him very happy. So according to Mihoyo standards, no one gets a break :')

I've always loved the idea where Kaeya can just relax (PLS) for once and not worry about his super dark and complex life. Like even in the serenitea pot some of his voicelines have to be so depressing?!?!? Honestly he wouldn't even believe in 'peaceful lifestyle' cuz this guy is major skeptical about everything, watching whats gonna happen behind his back, he has to learn to actually grasp the concept for once and just be himself.

(I was actually about to put my headcanons in Stardew Impact 3 where Albedo and Rasmodius have developed a friendship along with Demetrius so lets not talk about it :3)

I LIVE FOR DILUC HELPING US FARM PLS PLS PLS ITS SOOOO ROMANTIC. Though I doubt he'd even let his lovely s/o wield a claymore since he's an overprotective softie (i love him sm). Maybe a stick for starters.

(Yuh Xiao just backstabbed s/o when he left ._. and Childe...damn you Childe!) But welcome to college life >:) we have reading and sleep deprived schedules.

[emsvegetables]

“HELLO I LOVE HOGWARTS AUS SO MUCH TOO 😩😩😩😩 you have such great taste LOL could I maybe request hcs of Kuroo, Iwaizumi, and Matsukawa with a s/o that got hit by a bludger or fall off their broom? Thank you sm!!!!!!!!”

anon whoever you are, i LOVE U. this shit got my heart going WOOSH. and also, you didn’t specify what you wanted so i’ll just write the reader as a gryffindor if you don’t mind!!!

Kuroo:

* okay, this man is OBVIOUSLY ON THE SLYTHERIN TEAM.

* he’s the captain...and he’s also the chaser!!!!!!!

* so anyways

* you’re dating him, right????

* so he’s ALWAYS smirking at you when you’re sitting up in the stands during his practices doing homework.

* after practice ends, he makes sure to fly up to you and plop down beside you, and help you with anything that you don’t understand!!!!

* he’s a WHIZ at potions, so he’ll always help you with your essays.

* and if you guys have time??? he’s taking you on a little ride on his broom!

* OH MY GOD THAT SOUNDS A LITTLE DIRTY BUT IGNORE ME

* AHHH but he likes it when he suddenly jerks the broom down and you wrap your arms tighter around his waist.

* he’s a sly mf who does that on purpose ):(

* so one day slytherin’s having a practice match with gryffindor, thanks to Bokuto and Kuroo’s bromance!!!!

* and you’re sitting up in the stands not knowing who to cheer for LMAOOOO, your house or your boyfriend????

* you’re just minding your own DAMN business, cheering for both teams whenever one of them scores a point when one of the beaters accidentally hits a bludger straight at you.

* and you’re looking at how good Kuroo looks in his uniform when you hear someone shout at you.

* “DUCK!”

* “where?” you say, because you’re still staring at your man, AND BOOM IT COLLIDES WITH YOUR FACE FIFKFJFKF

* oh my god Kuroo instantly stops the game and flies to you immediately, and he’s looking at your bleeding nose.

* oh no Kuroo’s angry ):(.

* he stops your bleeding nose with a healing spell, and he carries you up on his arms to bring you to the madam Pomfrey, but not before telling the beater (who’s in his team AHAHAH POOR THING) to run 30 rounds around the field, and he’d better be done when Kuroo gets back.

* HES SO WORRIED and he won’t leave you even when madam Pomfrey insists he does, and only when she threatens to kick him out of the hospital wing does he step away from you to let madam Pomfrey examine him.

* madam Pomfrey secretly whispers to you that your boyfriend is really sweet, and you smile back at her with dried blood on your face and say you agree.

Iwaizumi:

* aw this man’s a gryffindor!!!!!!

* he’s obviously on the team and he’s a chaser!!!

* and you’re on the gryffindor team as nwell!!!!

* let’s just say you’re a seeker, k!!!!

* n e way you’re the power couple of the gryffindor team!!!!

* Bokuto always says that Iwaizumi is so soft for you, and Iwaizumi constantly tells him to keep quiet or he’ll hit him with a quaffle AHAHA

* y’all occasionally fly around after practice, talking and chatting about the weeks events.

* he’s always genuinely interested in what you do, and he looks at you like you’re the world, and you look at him like he’s yours too 🥺🥺

* he’s AMAZING at charms for some strange reason, and he’ll always cast little spells that’ll cause warmth to envelop you everytime the night gets a little cold!!!!

* moving on!

* okay the incident probably happens because of some stupid ass slytherins.

* you’re a muggle-born, and they look down on you for that, even though Iwaizumi literally doesn’t know why, bc you’re still amazing and no different from him?

* you’re probably flying with him and suddenly a spell hits your broom and you fly off it.

* Iwaizumi’s RUSHING after you and trying to reach you, and he catches you before you hit the ground.

* and let me tell you, he’s fucking PISSED.

* he’s hexing those idiots, and when the hex wears off, he’s punching them in their faces.

* eventually professor Mcgonagall is called, but he refuses to apologise when the professor asks him to do it.

* “why should i especially when i didn’t do anything wrong and when they’re bloody arses that think their blood is superior?”

* okay Mcgonagall is so proud of him that she lets him off without detention!!!!!!!!! eidififidiekeke

* he makes sure you’re okay after the professor sends the slytherins away, and he presses a kiss on your lips when you say you’re fine.

* :”(

* he finds a charm that’ll make your broom unhexable with the help of Akaashi, and he casts it on your broom every single time before you ride it, bc he needs to make sure something like that doesn’t happen again!!!!!!!

Matsukawa:

* HES A SLYTHERIN HAVE U SEEN HIM

* okay N E WAYSSSS

* Kuroo always says that you and Matsukawa are the most rainbow-vomiting couple everytime he sees you come up to Mattsun at the slytherin table and press a kiss to his cheek.

* Mattsun tells him to shut up, and he’ll occasionally hex Kuroo to have his tongue-binded, which Kuroo always removes easily bc he’s a whiz at non-verbal spells ):(

* but he loves it when you come to cheer him on during his practices/games!!!!!

* he finds you so cute and he occasionally gives you his robes to wear before practice in case it gets too chilly.

* WIEJFKFKIFKF

* and btw you suck at flying, so you’re not on any team.

* one day Mattsun’s smiling at you and you’re smiling at him during practice, and all of a sudden you hear Kuroo go,” (Y/N)! WATCH OUT!”

* you’re like?????

* and a bludger whacks you straight on your head and you fall backwards.

* oh shit.

* yo Mattsun is SPEEDING to you, practice be damned, and he’s making sure you’re okay.

* but you got a bruise forming on your forehead, so DAS NOT GOOD.

* oh man the second-year beater who’s just joined the team looks so nervous as Mattsun turns back to shoot a glare at him, and Mattsun tells him that if he wants to actually play in the team, he has to ACTUALLY be able to play.

* at this point you stop rubbing your head and scold Mattsun for his harsh words!!!!

* “Matsukawa. apologise,” you say, with that tone of yours and he sighs and says sorry to that second-year.

* but he rushes you to the library and insists that madam Pomfrey checks you for brain damage!!!!!!!!

* madam Pomfrey is so done with him and she tells him to shut his mouth before she performs the necessary spells on you.

* the next day the second-year comes up to apologise to you and you smile at him and says it’s fine!!!!

* Matsukawa is watching the entire exchange and his eyes are glaring at that second-year LMAOOOOOO

* “hey, glare any more and you might kill him,” Kuroo teases while drinking orange juice.

* “good, i want that to happen.”

* WORKFIFICICKFJEKWKW

HI ANON!!! I LOVE U!!! hope you liked this <3 ahhh i accidentally deleted this i’m sorry!!!!!

[c0rpsedemon]

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i'm giving you palomydes my bestie palomydes my favorite knight palomydes. he's a prince from palestine* (*most of the time it's palestine but i have heard babylon and a few other places) who's neck deep in the soap opera that is the tristan and isolde tradition (it's a big thing but basically she was married off to his uncle but oops they drank a lot potion on their way to the wedding cue hijinx) bc he's isolde's ex fiance and tristan was like. obsessed with him. when they were younger and now they want to fuck each other so bad it makes them look stupid. they also want to shove each other down a flight of stairs just as bad. i've read academic papers on his bisexuality and he has two swords which he can fight with at once bc he's that good and i have a theory the two are connected. he's described as being THE paragon of chivalry a lot and he's canonically a good singer. he's one of the hunters of the fabled questing beast (which is really just a fucked up giraffe) and is the one to finally kill it with the help of some catholic teenagers he got stuck babysitting, the questing beast plot is meant to symbolize his hopeless love for isolde or something but that's dumb bc he'd been over her for a while and a lot more into tristan. every problem in the tristan and isolde tradition could be solved if tristan, isolde and palomydes just got together and also isolde killed her husband. i love him sm which sucks bc every modern work either leaves him out or is just. really fucking racist and weird to him which i blame th wh*te for. i blame th wh*te for a lot of things wrong for modern arthuriana and it's well-deserved. i don't have an image of him but i do have this really homoerotic screenshot from the byelorussian tristan.