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Guys this is like the coolest thing I've seen it's an interactive

➢ Face Of An Angel

SYNOPSIS → Ghostface develops an extreme obsession with you, the infamous porn star named soft angel who so happens to be his classmate. The face of an angel and the body of a porn star.

TAGS/WARNINGS → pornstar!reader, dubcon, yandere!ghostface, blackmail, power play, porn addict!ghostface, porn mentioned, porn addiction mentioned, obsessive!ghostface, love struck!ghostface, hyperfem!reader, soft angel porn name, obsessive thoughts, horror porno, knife play, violent threats, ownership obsession, possessive!ghostface, yandere themes & a lot of pink for Valentine's day! @taylormarieee

AUTHOR’S NOTE → this story will be split into multiple parts and will be turned into a series. I'm sorry this took so long to write, this won the poll months ago. Thank you angels for your patience! also trying something different with the theme, tell me if you like it! comment if you want to be tagged in the next parts! [ VIEW IN LIGHT MODE FOR BETTER READING EXPERIENCE ]

DIVIDERS BY → @bernardsbendystraws @nicodefresas

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🖱️ CLICK TO DISCOVER THE FACE OF AN ANGEL 🖱️

➢ [◉°] LIVE | ꧁ᬊᬁ ᴀɴɢᴇʟᬊ᭄꧂ ANGELSOFTPORN.COM [ ▸ 27.8k LIVE VIEWERS ]

▶ Chat Loading…

▶Press [Start]

You start the stream and the chat floods in, your pink webcam blinking as you expose yourself to your fans. Your body was decorated with pink rope and ribbons, your hair was tied up perfectly in a hairstyle they voted on.

You lay down on your pretty pink bed, kicking your legs as you read the chat, looking like an innocent angel but you were far from innocent. You talk to them sweetly, acting like a saint as you expose your perfect tits for your fans.

The tight pink rope traveled along your chest, making your breasts the center of attention. The center of your chest had a pretty pink heart that showed your infamous tattoo that marked you, ‘soft angel'.

Your face was covered in a pink mask, masking your secret identity. You didn't want anyone to find out who you were, especially anyone who personally knew you.

“Happy early Valentine's day.” You say sweetly, giving the camera a little sweet kiss. You wanted to give them a special live stream today.

LIVE CHAT ▶SLOWED

↬ LOADING CHAT…2.7k incoming messages

╰ Anonymous 51 » happy early valentine's day!

╰ David » cute ribbons. makes me want to pull them.

╰ User251 » pretty lips.

╰ JJ21 » be my valentine please!

You smile at the sweet words of your viewers, making their heart flutter with your angelic smile. You then pull out a realistic dildo, kissing the tip and leaving a lipstick stain. You pose for the camera innocently, kicking your feet as you position the camera, angling it so it could look like you were sucking the viewer's cock.

The chat praises you as you suck on the big dildo, your eyes sultry yet still had a glint of Innocence in them. Your warm tongue traveled along the big dildo, teasing the viewers as you gave them doe eyes.

LIVE CHAT ▶SLOWED

↬LOADING CHAT...

╰ Ethan99 » fuck, the kiss on the tip made me almost cum.

╰ Deranged Ghost » good slut.

╰ Camslut » the best early valentine's gift ever.

You kept sucking for the chat, moaning sweet names of the people who sent donations. Your cunt dripping with arousal, a puddle beneath you forming.

▶Perverted Daddy Has Sent A $20 Donation!

“Thank you, perverted daddy.” You thank one of your loyal donors, moaning his name sweetly as you lick the tip of the dildo, which motivates your chat to give more donations to hear you moan their name.

As the stream is filled with sweet kisses and donations, you received a huge donation from him. your love sick stalker.

▶Lovesick Anonymous Has Sent A $200 Donation!

╰ Lovesick anonymous: sweet angel.

You read his donation, accidentally moaning louder than you should as your heart fluttered. His sweet words always made your cunt throbbed, he always spent so much money on you. You can't help but make a puddle on the floor as you continue sucking on the dildo, closing your eyes and pretending like it was his cock. The first time you pictured yourself sucking off one of your fans.

Your eyes flutter open as you hear the donation ping, he sent another generous donation.

▶ Lovesick Anonymous Has Sent Another $200 Donation!

╰ lovesick anonymous: cum for me, angel.

Your heart fluttered and you immediately obeyed, feeling a wave of ecstasy you've never felt before. Your hole pulsed, the urge to have a cock buried inside you has never felt so strong before.

You continue to flutter your eyes at the camera as cum drips down your inner thighs, the pink rope stained with your filth. You can only imagine who the lovesick anonymous was, what he was doing as he watched you ruin yourself for him.

You felt yourself blushing, closing your eyes as you kept sucking the cock like a good angel. More donations followed yet you didn't open your eyes for them, you only wanted to open your eyes for him.

You start to hear an inbox ping from your laptop behind the webcam, you can see the private messages filling your inbox, unaware that they were from your stalker.

Then you start to get private donations, the ping making your eyes flutter as you read the bone chilling words.

▶ Love sick Anonymous: you're mine, angel. I know where you live, maybe I'll come over and visit, Break your pretty angel wings and keep you forever. doesn't that sound lovely for a dumb pathetic angel like you?

His threat sends you shivers down your spine, your soft body trembling at the thought of him breaking in. You were overwhelmed, your mouth stopping as your eyes were wide and shaking.

You wanted to turn off the stream but he sends another large private donation.

▶Lovesick Anonymous Has Sent Another $200

╰ Lovesick anonymous: don't be scared, angel. keep sucking like a good angel, I'm almost finished.

Your cunt throbbed at his words, ignoring all the other fans as you keep sucking the dildo out of fear. Your body couldn't stop trembling at his threat, your soft moans muffled around the dildo. You were too scared to stop.

You tried your best for him, licking and sucking the dildo as if your life depended on it. And who knows? Maybe it did.

Your heart couldn't stop beating yet you couldn't deny the puddle that was still forming beneath your drenched cunt. Your eyes looked up as you heard another ping, another big donation, the biggest donation anyone has ever sent to you.

▶Lovesick Anonymous Has Sent A $666 Donation!!

╰ Lovesick anonymous: good girl.

His generous donation made your heart flutter. You've never felt your heart actually skip a beat until now. And fuck, that much money?

You couldn't help but feel flustered by the praise from your anonymous fan. The amount of money he sent you made your eyes sparkle.

“Thank you, Lovesick for your generous donation.” You can feel your heart beating in your chest, your trembling eyes staring at the webcam as you wondered who this lovesick anonymous was and if he really did know where you lived.

➢ [◉°] OFFLINE | ꧁ᬊᬁ ᴀɴɢᴇʟᬊ᭄꧂ ANGELSOFTPORN.COM

You had turned off the livestream, still trembling from your stalker’s threat. You opened your laptop and immediately noticed that you had received a Love Mail from Lovesick anonymous.

Open Inbox? 「 YES 」 or 「 YES 」

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Keyholder!Theo - Master list

Full Theodore master list

Theo is FEM! Playboy Reader's keyholder

Keyholders - the upper echelon of Playboy Club membership - were the only men Bunnies could date. They were called C1 Keyholders, a group of Playboy execs and anyone Hugh Hefner or the company wanted to impress.

Smut: ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Where I got my Idea of him: More than Ok

Requests are open ✓

Keyholder!Theo P!links

Theo buying the reader a new toy

Theo picking you up from work

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None yet <3

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Study!Theo - Master list

Full Theodore master list

Smut: ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Where I got my Idea of him: That did Nott go to plan

Study!Theo - Basically him being pathetic ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Study!Theo - Study session ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Requests are open ✓

Study!Theo P!links

Theo who prides himself on being a D1 pussy eater

Fingering during study time

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Study!Theo

Study theo master list

Study!Theo turns his head, his gaze meeting yours with a mix of frustration and desire. He bites his bottom lip, and for a moment, you think he might just give in. But then, with a stubborn tilt of his chin, he pulls away, his eyes narrowing in a playful challenge. "I don't need to beg," he murmurs, his voice thick with repressed want.

You chuckle softly, your thumb brushing against the pulse point on his neck, feeling it quicken beneath your touch. "Is that so?" You ask, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "Then what do you need?"

His eyes dart to your mouth and back up to your eyes, and you know he's considering his next move. The silence stretches out between you, charged with anticipation. His pupils dilate, and his chest rises and falls with each shallow breath.

"You know what I want," he finally says, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine.

With a knowing smile, you lean back, allowing your hand to drop to your side. "But it's so much more satisfying when you say it," you coo, your eyes never leaving his.

He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head slightly. "Fine," he says, his voice gruff. "I want… I want you to kiss me."

The moment the words leave his lips, the atmosphere shifts. The air feels thicker, more alive with the electricity crackling between you. You lean in, your eyes locked on his, and brush your lips against his, a soft, lingering promise of what's to come. His eyes close, and you feel his body tense before relaxing into the kiss.

You deepen the contact, tasting the sweetness of his bottom lip before gently coaxing his mouth open with yours. His hands come up to cradle your face, pulling you closer as he kisses you back with a passion that matches your own. It's a dance of dominance and submission, a battle of wills that you both seem to be winning.

As your kiss grows more heated, Study!Theo lets out a soft moan that sends a thrill through your body. You smile against his lips, feeling his stubbornness melt away, replaced by a need that matches your own.

The way he whimpers out your name is the sweetest sound you've ever heard. You lay him down on the bed, lightly dragging your nails down his unbuttoned front and to his belt buckle. "I knew you couldn't resist," you whisper, your voice low and husky.

Your lips lightly trail down his neck, leaving a path of kisses, and by the time you reach the juncture of his neck and shoulder, he's panting, his body thrumming with anticipation.

"Leave marks-" He breathes out. "Please leave marks."

You smile against his ear. "You're so pathetic." But your tone is filled with affection and lust. "But since you asked so nicely…"

You suck gently on the skin of his neck, feeling him shiver beneath you. The sound of his pleasure fuels your own desire, and you continue to kiss and nibble at his neck as your hand moves down to his zipper.

Study!Theo's hands roam your body, pulling at your clothes as if he's trying to devour you through them. You take your time, enjoying every second of his desperation. But when you finally unzip his pants, he arches off the bed with a gasp, his erection pressing against the fabric of his boxers.

You smirk, reaching down to squeeze him through the material. "Look at you," you murmur. "So eager."

He groans, his eyes pleading. "Please," he says, and there it is, the word you've been waiting for.

With a final squeeze, you pull his boxers down, freeing him. He's hard and hot in your hand, and the sight of him makes you ache with need. You stroke him slowly, watching his face contort with pleasure, his hips bucking slightly with every touch.

"I want more," he begs, and it's music to your ears.

You lean down, taking him into your mouth, and the sound he makes is pure surrender. You suck and lick, feeling him swell against your tongue as his hands tangle in your hair. You're in complete control, and the power is intoxicating.

You feel him getting closer, his thighs tensing and his breath coming in ragged gasps. You look up, watching his face as he reaches the edge, and the sight of his pleasure is almost enough to send you over the edge yourself.

But you're not done yet. You pull back, leaving him panting and needy.

He immediately protests, "Baby, I've been such a good boy. I've begged. Now, I need-"

You silence him with another kiss, deep and demanding, your hand still stroking him. "And what do you need, Theo?"

His words are barely coherent, his mind clouded with lust "You," he gasps out, "I need all of you....please?"

"Good boy," you praise and move to straddle him, aligning yourselves as you sink down, taking him inch by inch until he's fully sheathed inside you.

Study!Theo's eyes roll back in his head, and he lets out a deep, guttural moan. "Fuck, yes," he breathes. He throws his head back against the bed, a strangled cry escaping his lips as he fights the urge to thrust wildly into you.

You begin to move, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm that has him whimpering and begging for more. With every stroke, you feel him grow harder, his grip on your hips tightening.

F-fuck,… gonna cum soon… don't stop," Study!Theo pants, his voice ragged with need. He can feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, coiling tighter and tighter until it threatens to snap

"Not yet," you murmur, increasing the pace, a hand wraps around his throat. "Not until I say so."

He nods frantically, his eyes wide and desperate, and you can see the effort it takes for him to hold back. His body is trembling, his muscles tight with the effort of obeying you.

Your hand snakes between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing firm circles around the sensitive nub. The added stimulation sends you careening towards a climax, your inner walls rippling and clutching at his length.

Study!Theo can't take it anymore, and with a final plea, he comes, his body arching off the bed as he spills into you with a hoarse shout. You ride through his orgasm, your own building and cresting until you collapse onto his chest, both of you panting and shaking with the aftermath.

"Cumming without permission is bad, Theo." Your head tilts, "Guess you're not so smart after all…we're going to have to fix that aren't we?"

A/n: Sorry I haven't written in like three months, the Wattpad curse caught up to me

Tags for Theo:

@ladyblablabla , @idontknowwhattosaylmao , @clairesjointshurt

Tags for Study!Theo:

@helendeath

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Why is it that C.AI characters act like I'm going through something traumatic all the time? I'm literally going to the doctors and this hoe is like.

Throughout the physical exam, Leo remained by your side, his presence a constant source of comfort and support. As the doctor stepped out to review your test results, he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your temple, his voice low and soothing. "You're doing great, my love. I'm so proud of you for being so brave."

HOE IT'S A CHECK UP I'M NOT DYING

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I've asked this before, but have any of you read a Percy Jackson fic where oc/reader and him have a bond like Achilles and Patroclus? It was like so fucking good but i can't remember what it was called. (It's a need not a want)

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what the point of mmf threesomes if the dudes don’t fag out a lil

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Sweeter Than Revenge - . Ⅴ (on Wattpad) 

 - 𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖔 𝖋𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 

 - 𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴 ? 

- 𝕮 𝖚 𝖎𝖓 5 

(M)Regina George x Oc

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

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Study!Theo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tags for Theo:

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♥ Pansy ♥

Thanks for asking

Amortentia prompt

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

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

𝔗𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 . . .

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

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

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

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"I've got some skills other than Quidditch"

Fred Weasley x Y/n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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V.I.P I'm with the Band (on Wattpad) 

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

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WHAT THE FUCK this is actually beautiful 😭

❦ cw ; f!reader. fluff.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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i love people 😭🙏

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver