La plus belle âme. C'est ma meilleure amie…elle est ma soeur. Les carnavals pluvieux sont les plus amusants avec vous @sassygirlymermaid!!☁️️💦⚡🎪🎡 i miss you so much man. I’m eating stuffed crust pizza from da hut, thinking of you and our most wonderful adventures. can’t wait to reunite💜💜💜
Bucky desperately wanted to leave and was about to ask Steve if he could go back up to his room until he noticed you in the crowd. You were circulating the party with the pastries you baked and you offered them with a genuine smile on you face.
He was so taken aback by your beauty that he didn’t realize Steve was calling his name until he felt a tap on his shoulder “What?” Bucky looked over at Steve and Sam and noticed a smile on their face.
“Why don’t you go up and talk to her? I know she’s working but she’s allowed to talk to people” Steve asked before he took a sip of his drink.
Steve knew about Bucky’s crush on you and encouraged his best friend to pursue you. He knew you were a sweetheart and you would make Bucky happy but Bucky refused to take his advice and kept his distance from you. “I can’t. I’ve only spoken three words to her since I joined you guys and I don’t want to make a fool of myself.” Bucky chugged his drink before he went to the bar and stayed their for the remainder of the party.
Happy Bellarke Fam Selfie Night. I have a special guest to watch the show with tonight! This is Pepper and this is the best pic I could get of her because she won’t sit still and I love her and I don’t think I’m going to give her back.
As ever, Watson, you see but do not observe. To you the world remains an impenetrable mystery whereas to me it is an open book. Hard logic vs romantic whimsy. That is your choice. You fail to connect actions to their consequences. Now, for the last time…
You see this face? This is the face of a flawless human being and an even more astounding best friend who 1000 percent understands what it means to hear the love of his best friend’s life cry and have her heartbreak because she didn’t get to say she loved him back. Scott McCall is an angel. He’s crying with her. His heart is breaking for Lydia because he KNOWS. He’s always known. He was there for every year that Stiles fell more and more in love with Lydia. He was there to hear how one sided the relationship used to be. He saw Stiles pine for Lydia. He saw Stiles save Lydia. He saw Stiles do anything–risk his life–for Lydia. He saw Stiles help Lydia become who she really is. He saw Stiles fall in love with Lydia. He saw Lydia fall in love with Stiles, and he hears her confess her love for Stiles before Stiles can hear it himself. Scott cries because she didn’t get to say it back. Scott cries because Stiles didn’t get to hear it. Scott McCall is my hero.
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A new video from Gigi’s sister Bella’s Snapchat has surfaced, and it does not paint Gigi in the best light. The video shows the model at a birthday dinner with some friends when she picks up what appears to be small sculpture of man’s face. The man depicted appears to be Asian. After picking up the knick knack, Gigi makes a face that imitates the man’s facial features. Bella deleted the video from her Snapchat but it has since been reposted by a fan page to shine a light on the model’s offensive behavior.
‘OUCH! Stop, st- STOP IT PANSY! Argh, fuck, I think I broke a rib.’
Draco sat down on his bed, a painful expression on his face which was paler
‘You’re an ungrateful bastard’ Pansy flopped beside him pouting ‘the
whole Slyntherin house knows I’m the best on giving massage’
‘Well, I better look for someone from other houses then’ Draco made
another pained expression as he got up. ‘I can’t, I can’t walk. Argh, fuck!’ He
laid down slowly. Pansy only stared at him from the door, the look on her a
face a mixture of pity and remorse.
'I’ll get someone. Even though you were a little bitch just now.’ She
glared at him before leaving.
It’d started three days before then. He was getting ready on Wednesday
morning to practice quidditch. Everything was fine when he bent down to tie his
shoelaces, but the second he straightened his back an acute pain hit him on his
hips. It’d gotten worse the past two days to the point now he couldn’t even sit
properly without feeling it.
He laid there, thinking maybe he would have to look for Madam Pomfrey
after all. But fuck, those potions always messed up with his stomach, he’d do
anything to avoid taking them even if it meant asking for someone he didn’t
know to give him a massage. Pansy had told him she knew what she was doing but
at the end it’d only worsened it.
'It’s for a friend, you see. He’s in a lot of pain at the moment and I
was hoping you knew someone good on giving massages’ Pansy flopped down on a
chair at the eighth year common room.
'Well,’ Hermione started, closing her arithmancy book. 'I do, but… who
exactly is this friend of yours?’ She gave Pansy a look that could be
translated as 'Are-we-talking-about-who-i-think-we-are-talking-about?’
'Draco’ Pansy sighed, predicting the other’s answer. 'But… I swear he’ll
behave. And you owe me this one, right? After I brought you those French hair
products’ Pansy smirked.
'You really are a Slytherin’ Hermione sighed 'but they were actually
amazing. I’ll help you with this one but I can’t guarantee it’ll go well.’
Pansy gave her a quick hug, grinning. 'Who is it then?’
'Harry’ Hermione murmured to herself.
Pansy gasped and then laughed until tears were streaming down her face.
'Holy. Shit. Are you sure he’ll want to do it?’
Hermione gave her a little smile.
'He owes he a favor’
Pansy’s giggling was catching the attention of everyone around them.
'Who’s the Slytherin one now?’
'Tell me how amazing I am’
The girl bursted inside his dorm an hour after she’d left to find Draco
in the same position.
'You found someone?’ He got up, regretting the decision immediately.
'Ah, shit! Are they outside? Please tell me they’re outside’
'They’ll be here in ten’ Pany sat by his side and poked his cheek 'go
on, tell me how amazing I am’
'You’re amazing’ he grunted. When he looked at his friend, though, she
wasn’t paying attention, busy with a little pink bag Draco hadn’t noticed she’d
brought before. 'What-’
'Oils. For the massage’ she smirked and Draco felt blood going to his
'There’s no need for that’
'They have properties. They could help’ she started to take the little
flasks with different colors out of the bag and pile them on Draco’s bed.
A light knock on the door told them Pansy’s friends had arrived.
'I just don’t understand why… No. No fucking way.’
'Harry, please, Pansy said-’
'What the actual fuck, Pansy!’ Draco started talking at the same time
Hermione tried to stop Harry from leaving the room. 'This is… ah, shit shit-
ARGH!’ Draco’s attempt to get up brought back the striking pain on his lower
back and he felt his knees failing. The next second he was tumbling to the
ground with a loud thud. Tears came uninvited to his eyes and he bit his lips
as hard as he could to stop from screaming.
Draco didn’t look up to see who it was that was trying to help him get
up. A firm hand went on the underside of his thigh as the other grabbed his
shoulder firmly, pushing him to his feet just long enough for him to get to his
bed. When he collapsed on his bed, flushed cheeks and tears still streaming
down his face, everything he could think about was that maybe his time had
come. Die would be better than suffer so much humiliation in front of Saint
Potter, who was panting by his side.
Harry stared down at the boy in front of him, Malfoy’s face twisted in
an ugly expression. It was like he was trying to sneer at Harry but the pain
was too much even for that. Harry sighed and turned to see he was left alone in
the room with an incapacitated Malfoy. Well, shit, that was just great. Why
couldn’t people just leave him alone? Peace, it was all he was asking for after
everything. But, oh no, he had to have asked Hermione for help with his potions
homework the week before, and now he owed her this. Harry wouldn’t have denied
giving a massage to any of his friends if they’d asked him. He’d helped
Hermione, Ginny and even Luna in the past. But Malfoy? Give Malfoy a massage,
after everything, almost sounded funny.
Except it wasn’t because Harry had a hero complex and he knew Malfoy
wouldn’t ask for such a thing if he wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t even Malfoy who
came looking for Hermione, it was Pansy, which meant he probably was in a lot
of pain. He couldn’t walk, from what Harry could see.
Small flasks caught his attention, all of them pilled up beside Malfoy.
'What’s this?’ He grabbed one and put it against the light. The liquid
inside was thicker than water.
'Oils. Pansy brought them. She said they could help. Not like you need
to know this anyway since you won’t use them.’ Malfoy spoke through gritted
teeth, facing the wall opposite to where Harry stood. So he was expecting him
to leave, that cocky bastard.
'Take off your shirt then’ Harry levitated all the tiny flasks to the
ground and picked up one randomly. When he opened it the smell of cinnamon
filled the room. Malfoy stared at him like he’d gone insane.
'What do you think you’re doing?’ he asked slowly.
'Well, maybe a massage since that’s what Hermione asked me to do and I
can’t have a fucking moment of peace in this castle. And since you seem to be unable
to even walk I advise you shut the fuck up and take off your shirt so I can see
what’s wrong and finish in time for dinner’ Harry looked up to find Malfoy
gaping at him.
'Do you even-’
'Yes, I do know how to do it, you prick. And I’m using this one, so take
off your shirt’ Harry signaled to the open flask in his hands as he sat down on
the far end of the bed.
He didn’t quite know how the oil would help since he’d never used them
when he gave massages before. He liked the smell of it, that was all.
Malfoy struggled to sit down. He undid his tie, opened every button and
started to take it off, really slowly trying not to move too much, wincing everytime
he did. He folded his shirt and put it on the chair beside the bed. Harry
couldn’t help staring at the huge scars on his chest he knew he was responsible
for. Guilt settled on his stomach as he tore his gaze away.
'Lay down on your stomach’ Harry got up and sat beside Malfoy’s body as
close as he could without brushing their thighs. It was ridiculous, he knew,
since he would be touching him quite soon. Malfoy did as he was told and
stilled, realising what that meant.
And what it meant was that, like that, he was completely vulnerable. He
turned his face to Potter’s side and searched the other boy’s face for any sign
of danger but all he could see was a frown as Harry dripped the oil in his
fingers. Draco felt his cheeks heat up for some reason he didn’t understand.
'I’m going to start’ Potter’s voice was low when he spoke. Before Draco
could say anything Potter’s hands were on his shoulders, placed at the same
distance from the centre of his back. They were warmer than Draco’s skin, soft
and sticky with oil. His breath got stuck on his throat when Potter squeezed and, even though his
lower back still hurt, Draco felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. He
exaled, relaxing into the matress.
Harry maintained the rhythm for a while, squeazing and releasing
Malfoy’s shoulders, his thumbs pressing small circles on the other’s neck as he
did. Harry, then, started to let his hands go lower, maintaining the pressing
of his thumbs as he did until he reached the high of Malfoy’s kidneys. He
stopped there to smear his hands with more oil.
'Where did the pain start?’ Harry found his voice was hoarse when he
'Hm… my hips’ Malfoy sounded sleepy when he spoke. He was so relaxed Harry
had to hold back a giggle. He must really be great at giving massage if it
meant even Malfoy was enjoying it.
He stopped shortly.
'Your hips?’ Shit, he wasn’t expecting that. 'Er… okay. I’ll- I’ll
need you to lower you trousers a bit.
'What?’ Draco opened his eyes, snapping out of his daze. What did Potter
'So I can reach your hips. I can’t do much with them in the way’ he said
slowly, almost like he expected Draco to start yelling at him.
'So you want me to take off my pants?’ Draco couldn’s believe what the
fuck was going on.
'No! Just- Just open it, okay? I can do the rest…’ Draco stopped for a
second. He reached for his buttons, opened them and laid down again. He turned
his face the other way since he was pretty sure he was blushing. Shit, Potter
better know what he was doing.
Harry exhaled gradually. He most definitely didn’t know what he was
doing. Well, he did, but he shouldn ’t
be doing this. He should’ve stopped, told Malfoy to go look for Pomfrey and got
out of there.
Instead he placed his hands on Malfoy’s lower back again. He rubbed his
thumbs in circles there, with less pressure this time, and started to press
lower as he did. He reached his trousers but since the buttons were open it
hang loose on Malfoy’s hips. Harry let his thumbs go under the waist and Malfoy
Harry exhaled again. 'This will probably hurt but if it doesn’t work
I’ll know what I have to do, okay?’ He pulled his trousers lower until he could
see the other’s boxers. They were black, just like his trousers. Harry could
see the fine blond hair that covered his lower back was up.
'Just don’t break my bones’ His tone was sarcastic.
Harry had his weigh on one knee which was pressed against the matress,
both hands on Malfoy’s hips.
'Inhale’ Harry instructed. 'Hold’ Malfoy did as he was told.
'Exhale’ he pushed all his weight on his hands as quickly as he could.
Malfoy screamed and Harry cursed. They were panting, Malfoy still too shocked
to say anything.
'It won’t work, not like this’ Harry got off the bed to take off his
shoes. When he looked back Malfoy was staring at him with a strange expression
on his face, fear mixed with something else. Was it anticipation?
'This will work’ Harry got on the bed again and before malfoy could say
anything he passed one of his legs over the blond’s body, straddling him. Harry
sat on Malfoys thighs, trapping him so he couldn’t turn around.
'WHAT THE FUCK, POTTER?’ Malfoy tried to free himself but Harry pinned
both Draco’s hands above his head in a strong grip.
'I’m telling you this will work! Stop fidgeting and shut up!’
But focusing on Potter’s words was hard since all he could sense was the
warmth and pressure on his thighs, so close to his ass. He’d never felt anything
like that before, something disturbingly intimate and his whole body was
reacting as if it was. He closed his eyes, cursing inside his head as blood
rushed into his cock. Fuck fuck fuck, this wasn’t happening, it couldn’t be…
'Inhale’ Potter’s words resonated closer to his ear than before. He
shivered, inhaling as deep as he could. 'You need to relax’ Potter’s voice came
out hoarse, his thumbs still tracing circles on his hips. Draco shuddered but
felt his shoulders lose tension again.
'Inhale’, Harry repetead. 'Hold’ And Draco did.
Potter shifted on his thighs and Draco almost forgot what he was
supposed to do.
'Exhale’ he did it again, placing all his weight in his hands, his thighs
pressing hard against Malfoy’s as he did. A loud crack made Harry smile and
And then Malfoy let out a loud moan and Harry lost his train of thought.
Suddenly all the blood in his brain was going down, making his pants too
tight. His ears felt like they were full of water when he heard Malfoy hum
against the pillow.
'It worked’ Draco breathed, lifting his hips a bit to check if the pain
was still there. The motion caused his ass to rub against something hard.
Harry moaned low.
Draco’s hips rose up again, higher, rubbing harder against what he knew
was Potter and fuck, he didn’t know what he was doing anymore. And then Potter
pressed down, literally pressed against Draco’s ass so he could feel it, the
whole length even through the fabric. Potter was hard, really hard and Draco felt
his own cock twitching at that.
Draco moaned, the sound ringing in Harry’s ears. He should go, he knew
he should, but Malfoy was panting, and lifting that roundy ass for him, to rub
against him, and Harry saw his face when he turned his head to the side. His
cheeks were flushed and lips parted.
Harry pressed again, leaning forward until his mouth was just above
Malfoy’s left ear.
'Do you want me to go?’ He needed to be sure, to be certain he wasn’t
imagining all that.
Malfoy gasped, his eyes tightly shut. 'No’ He lifted his arm, grabbing
Harry’s thigh and craving his nails on it. Harry bit his earlobe, went for his
jaw and started sucking there.
Draco’s cock was throbbing beneath him, so hard he was sure he might faint
The next minute the pressure against his ass was gone making a small cry
escape his lips. Fuck fuck, Potter must have come to his senses before he
His pants were suddenly yanked down to his knees, his boxers with them.
The sudden movement ccreating friction against his cock, now leaking on the
matress. Draco was sure he couldn’t blush any harder but it didn’t stop him from
moaning when hands grabbed his arse cheeks. How come he didn’t know he could
get pleasure from there? Potter’s hands were everywhere, squeezing, pinching,
scratching the soft skin.
Harry opened his cheeks, exposing his hole and run his thumb there tentatively.
'Ah- ha fuck…’ Draco buried his face in the pillow again. This wasn’t
right, this was so fucking wrong, what was he doing moaning for…
'I wanna eat you up’ Harry didn’t mean to let the words escape his lips.
His gaze was fixed on Malfoy’s pink hole and when it contracted under his thumb
the thought of licking there, fucking him with his tongue, assaulted his mind
immediately. Malfoy shivered under him.
'Wh-What are you saying?’ the tips of his ears were even redder from
where Harry could see them.
Harry got off of Malfoy’s thighs and pushed them apart. He grabbed
Malfoy’s hips again, pulling his ass up a bit. He could see the blond’s cock
was hard and swollen, rubbing against the matress. Harry got on his elbows,
squeezed Draco’s arse again and bit the already marked skin.
Draco gasped, his head jerking to the side so he could get a glimpse of
Potter between his legs. Potter was sucking him at the spot he’d bitten before,
his hands massaging the place where his thighs met his ass. He run his fingers
there, grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled them apart. Draco drew a sharp breath.
He could hear Harry fidgeting with his own pants followed by the sound
of clothes hitting the ground. Draco waved his hand towards the door, a click
signalling it was now locked. He couldn’t even begin to think what would happen
if anyone decided to come in.
Draco felt something wet, warm and firm press against his hole.
'Fuck fuck, you can’t- ah… ahhhh P-Potter this is…’ he gave a choking
moan when Harry began to lick him relentlessly, his own moans reverberating in
Harry licked, savoured until his tongue got past the tight ring, and
then he was fucking Draco, fucking him with wet and hot thrusts of his tongue.
Draco kept pushing back, gasping as he
did, completely out of control.
Harry had never done that before but the sencond he laid eyes on Draco’s
ass, naked before him all he could thing about was opening him, filing him up to
get all those delicious sounds out of him.
Draco moaned, and moaned, louder each time. The words that came out of
his mouth were incoherent, interrupted by sharp intakes of air.
'Yes… This- fuck Potter… I-deep-deeper’
Deeper, he wanted it deeper. Harry grasped the tiny flask he’d left on
the ground and smeared his fingers with the oil again. He retreated his tongue
earning a whimper from Malfoy that turned into a sob the second Harry’s middle
finger replaced his tongue, getting in smoothly. Draco gasped, shivering
uncontrollably and Harry just stayed there, mouth hanging open at the view. His
finger disappeared and reappeared, Malfoy sucking him in while rutting against
the matress. Harry curled his finger experimentally getting Malfoy to jolt and
scream, throwing his head back. Harry caressed his thigh marked with purple
bruises, another finger going inside his hole. The blond hissed but didn’t tell
Harry to stop so he thrusted them to the base.
Draco’s brain was shutting down. The lewd sounds filling the room paired
with the smell of cinnamon overstimulating his whole body. He wanted more heat,
more pressure, more skin against his but the words kept getting lost in his
throat everytime he tried to voice his needs. And Potter, fuck, he knew what to
do with his hands, with his mouth. That fucking tongue worked like magic inside
him. Potter was moving his fingers inside him in a way Draco didn’t even know
was possible, scissoring them, thrusting them to the base.
The fingers were suddenly gone. Draco inhalled sharply but before he
could complain Potter grabbed his shoulders and turned him around. He laid
there on his back, legs spread open, cock dripping with pre come. And Harry
stared him down, took in every inch of his light skin shamelessly. Draco felt
exposed even though they were both naked. His hole twitched, stretched and
leaking all the oil Potter had rubbed inside him and Potter stared. He fucking
stared, jerking himself as he did.
Draco grabbed his own cock and began to do the same. It was unfair,
having to do it all by himself after all Potter did, that bastard. The gesture
caught the Golden Boys’s attention, though, and Draco smirked.
'i want,’ Harry bent down, their chests flushed against each other, his
mouth whispering in Draco’s lips. 'I want to put it in you’ he sucked Draco’s
lower lip. Holy fuck, he was on the edge already. Potter moved his lips to
Draco’s ear and shifted, the head of his cock now poking Draco’s entrance.
Draco felt it tingle as Potter cast a protective spell. 'I want to fill you up’
he whispered against his ear.
'Has anyone ever done that?’ he nuzzled Draco’s temple, his glans
rubbing against his hole. 'I’m going to take you’ Harry hold his cock steadily
as he pushed an inch, stretching Malfoy for him. The blond was panting on his
cheek, small sobs inbetween gasps for air.
Harry’s ability to dirty talk, even as his own mind wasn’t working
properly was something he didn’t know he could do. He was blushing, panting,
but the possessivness he felt made him talk. Malfoy was his, all his, he just
never thought that that anger, the rush of adrenaline he felt every time they
were close could be hiding something else. He always thought Malfoy was his to
take down, to fight against. But he also was his to consume, to bury himself
Harry thrust slowly, taking in the tightness, the heat engulfing him.
Malfoy was fisting his cock under him, eyes tightly shut and mouth hanging
open. Harry stopped Malfoy’s hand with his own and, with a tight grip, trapped
them both above his head. Malfoy opened his eyes, his grey irisis thin rings
around blown pupils.
'Touch my cock’ he whispered against Harry’s lips, more a command than a
pleading. Harry smashed their mouths together instead, refusing to let go of
his grip. Draco shivered under him, opened his mouth, let Potter invade his
mouth with that tongue. Fuck, that tongue that’d fucked him just minutes ago.
And Harry kissed him, his cock deep buried to the hilt inside him. He was full,
so fucking full he felt his whole body collapse when Potter started to pull
He thrust again, the friction, the pressure, sending shocks of pleasure
to Draco’s cock, up his spine, everywhere. Through half opened eyes Draco saw
Harry gazing at him, his glasses gone, his lips red, parted as puffs of air
escaped them. Harry thrust hard when he realized Draco was staring back. His
complex changed immediately.
'I-yes fuck ahh-ah…’ Draco’s whole body was trembling, his ass
thrusting back against Harry’s cock, trying to get him to go deeper.
Harry released Draco’s hands, grabbed his thighs instead and lifted
them, shoving in until his fingers were numb from the tight grip. He’d leave
marks there, crimson lines, and the thought made him moan. Harry bent down
again, his mouth reaching Draco’s neck. He sucked him there while he fucked
hard and fast. Draco fisted his cock with one hand while the other scratched
Harry’s back repeatedly.
His moans were louder now, loud enough Harry was sure people could hear
them from outside the dorm. Draco didn’t seem to care, or even realize he was
making those sounds.
The next moment Draco was contracting around him, trembling violently and
coming on their stomachs. The pressure was enough to send Harry over the edge,
his thrusts erratic as he came deep inside Draco.
Draco moaned again when he felt something hot filling him up, Harry’s
last thrusts too much to handle.
Harry flopped beside him, his limbs drained of strengh.
'Merlin’ he whispered to himself.
They didn’t speak for the next couple of minutes. When Harry got up to
leave, though, Draco reached for his arm.
'You could… we- uh… we could…’
Harry kissed him softly, almost clumsily before speaking 'Yeah, I- I’d
Draco sat down that evening with Pansy and Blaise at their common room
to warm themselves in front of the fire. He couldn’t help wincing a bit when he
'What’s wrong? I thought Potter had fixed you back’
Draco felt his face flushing immediately.
'He did! I just…’
'I’m sure he did. Just remember to go somewhere else with thicker walls
next time you call him to fix your back’ Blaise didn’t even care to lift his
eyes from the book he had in hands.
His cheeks were in flames and the expression on Pansy’s face wasn’t
‘You owe me two favours
now!’ She smirked, leaning against the couch like she’d won a bet.
‘What- Why two?’ Draco
shifted and winced again at the new burning ache.
‘Because,’ She stuck up a
finger like she needed to count all the favours Draco owned her. ‘I found
someone to fix your back’ She lifted another finger. ‘And,’
Right that second Potter
walked through the portrait followed by Granger and Weasley. He spotted Draco
immediately and, well wasn’t that great, strode towards him, leaving Weasley
with a confused look and Granger with a knowing one. He glanced at Pancy and
saw her waving at the Gryffindor girl. Fucking amazing.
‘Hey,’ Potter stood
awkwardly there before sitting on the arm of Draco’s chair. Draco knew his
cheeks were already flushed but when Potter bent down and whispered in his ear
he was sure he probably looked like a tomatoe. ‘Fancy a game of Wizard’s chess
Pansy was shaking trying
to keep herself from bursting out laughing.
‘Your dorm?’ Draco found
himself playing with the hem of Potter’s hoody. The bastard blushed at Draco’s
words, but nodded with a smile on his face.
He’d barely turned his
back when Draco heard Pansy’s voice loud and clear.
Listen, Noora Amalie Sætre. You’re a smart girl. You have to understand that every time you reject me I only want you more and more. So if you really want to get rid of me, just go on a date with me. Stop playing hard to get. Are you done now? No, one more thing… Fucking hell, you’re beautiful.