sweet sick

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I think I might’ve just held my precious Pumpkin for the last time tonight.
I did everything I could, I promise I did, baby… I hand fed him, gave him water by hand, made sure he was warm and loved, but your breeders were careless and you just got skinnier and weaker. You stopped eating last week. I tried and tried but I could hardly get a drop of water in your mouth. Today, when I went to feed you, you couldn’t stand or keep your eyes open, and as I held you, seeing the spot on you tummy get darker… (your kidney is failing because you can’t eat…) and trying to keep your tiny little body warm, I had to try and come to terms with the fact you aren’t going to make it. I’m so, so sorry baby, I’m sorry you had to suffer, I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.
(Left is him before vs. now… nothing should get so frail…)

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In the recent “Welcome to the Madness” manga, Yuri references the fact that he bought his WttM outfit while he and Otabek were shopping in Barcelona together. this is a short, fluffy, comic about that time.

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things you should never fucking do when writing a mentally ill character

  • reduce them to nothing but their illness
  • demonize their illness
  • write about a specific mental illness without researching it first
  • call the character mentally ill without giving them any symptoms of said illness

sincerely,

a mentally ill person who is tired of seeing people do these things (feel free to add on if you can think of other things)

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He says something back and we bitch and bicker to an impasse before catching some mischief in each other’s eyes and bursting out laughing. — We cannae do this any mair, Simon, I tell him. It was awright as young boys, but now we’re starting tae sound like a pair ay auld queens. Can you imagine us ten years on?

— Renton (Porno, Whores of Amsterdam Pt 10)

SICK

where Y/N is sick, and Harry is her favorite medicine.

As Harry opened the door to their shared apartment, he could feel the worry in his chest grow when the familiar body didn’t come running to him. He headed towards the living room, hoping you would be sitting there, safe and sound.

He found you, although that did little to calm his nerves as he noticed the little sushi roll you had wrapped herself in. He felt his heart grow with love as he looked down at the beautiful mess that he was proud to call his.

He knew that you had been feeling a little under the weather since the night before.

However, he had been assured by you that you would be fine and that he should go to work. He had left reluctantly, after making you promise to call him if anything was wrong.

The day had passed by smoothly with him calling you every once in a while to ensure that you were holding on good. That being said, the last couple of hours at the studio had become immensely busy and he hadn’t been able to contact you.

As much as he tried to come home early, he knew that he had to get the days’ work done. After finally wrapping it up and managing to get the next day off, he had gotten in the car and called you, wanting to know if he was meant to bring something home from the convenience store.

When you didn’t reply, he felt himself panicking.

After multiple calls to no avail, he took a quick trip to the store anyway, picking up a few things that he knew you would appreciate in case you had gotten sick. That included a large bar of chocolates, some medicines and a baby sized teddy bear. He drove home in a rush, trying to assure himself that you were okay.

Now as he looked at you, wrapped under a million blankets with the telly playing at a low volume, he was glad that he had, after all, been able to pay the quick visit to the store.

He didn’t fail to notice the tissue box placed near you, and the tissue that was weakly wrapped in your closed fist. He couldn’t help but smile at how adorable you looked wrapped up like that. He knelt down, pushing the light wisps of hair away from your face. He lowered the blankets so he could look at your face. He gazed with awe at the slightly red color adorning your cheeks. He often told you that your face became a mild shade of red whenever you became sick, which you always denied.

He softly whispered your name, as his hand went to cup your right cheek. He frowned when he felt how abnormally warm your skin was. His other hand went to your forehead, and he almost winced at the exceeding temperature.

Your eyes fluttered open as you sniffled your nose. Despite how adorable he found you whenever you did that, he was too worried for him to make a remark.

“Harry?” You whispered, your voice scratchy and raw because of the soreness of your throat.

“I’m here, pet. I’m here.”

Your hand went to grasp his, and he conveniently lifted it up for you, so you could have some comfort.

“When did you come home?” You asked, knowing that it wasn’t too long until he would tell you to stop talking because of the pain your throat was in.

“Just about now. You weren’t answering my calls so I got worried.” He replied, his thumb softly stroking your warm skin.

“I’m sorry, I fell asleep a couple of hours ago.” You responded, leaning in to his hold.

“It’s fine, love. Now, have you eaten anything?” He asked, realizing that he had to make sure that you had taken some food in before giving you the medicine.

He softly frowned as you shook your head. Deciding to save the scolding for later, he opted to taking you upstairs so you could rest while he made his special soup for you. You were about to swing your legs over the couch to get up when Harry quite conveniently hoisted you up in his arms. You let out a squeak as your arms went up to wrap around his neck.

“You do know that I can walk, right?” You questioned, while he carried you up the stairs to your shared bedroom with ease.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” He replied, to which you giggled and snuggled your head in his chest.

He lay you down on the bed, pulling the covers over you.

“Stay here, okay? I’m going to bring you some soup.” He voiced.

“Mhmm, or you could just get into bed and cuddle with me until I’m okay?” You suggested, still in a sleepy daze.

He chuckled before leaning down to kiss your forehead,
“We can very well do that after you take some medicine, yeah? Now hush, rest your throat for a bit.”

You smiled cheekily and made a peace sign at him, to which he snickered and took as his cue to leave.

It took him about twenty minutes to prepare the soup and get the medicines for you, before climbing up the stairs to get to you. He brought the chocolates and teddy bear along too, knowing that you could use some cheering up.

As he entered the room, he could very well see how you ducked under the covers as soon as you saw him entering.

A silent laugh escaped him as he was reminded of your absolute hate towards medicines. Even in your childhood, you had opted to take liquid syrups as long as you possibly could, before your doctor had declared your 11-year old self too old for fruit-flavored syrups.

When you had told this to Harry, he had found it utterly adorable that the strong-willed and confident girl he knew was also the one who was scared of medicines.

It wasn’t until you became sick for the first time since dating that he realized how strong your dislike really was.

He had called your mother that night, who had advised him to give you something sweet afterwards, knowing you had a sweet tooth. Since then, Harry always bribed you with chocolates and kisses, and maybe, just maybe, medicines weren’t that bad anymore.

As he set the food tray on the table beside the bed, he settled down on the edge of the bed.

“Hmm, I wonder where my oh-so-beautiful girlfriend is.” He pretended to wander, making you giggle from under the covers.

“God knows,” you replied, your hold on the covers becoming loose.

“Sure,” he remarked, before poking your leg from over the covers.

You yelped and squirmed in response, making a smile etch onto his face.

“Why don’t you join me under here?” You offered,

“So that we can live under the covers for the rest of our lives?” He retorted.

You were going to reply, but instead you burst into a fit of coughs.

Harry could hear the painful breaths you were taking, causing him to take off the covers and helping you sit up. He softly rubbed your back, until your coughing came to a rest and you were able to breathe normally.

You went to lay down again before Harry stopped you.

“Nu-uh. You are going to have the soup I made for you, and then you are going to take your meds.”

You opened your mouth to protest, which Harry quickly stopped by giving you a peck on the lips, and placing a box of chocolates and a small teddy bear on your lap. Your mouth hung open in surprise, your eyes wide with awe.

“When did you get these?’ You exclaimed, cradling the small stuff toy to your chest.

“On my way home. I had a feeling this would happen.” He replied, while settling down beside you on the bed and pulling you to sit between his legs. You rested your head on his chest, looking up at him.

“Thank you.” You grinned, your eyes sparkling from the water that had gathered there after your coughing fit.

Harry felt his heart swell with adoration as he looked down at you. He kissed your forehead, which was still hot, making him remember the actual reason that the two of you were there.

“C’mon now, missy. We have to get some food in you.” He said, picking up the soup bowl and lifting up the spoon. He softly blew on it thrice, before lowering it to your level and telling you to open your mouth. He continued the safe routine, until the soup was finished and he sat it down on the tray.

You loved how he spoiled you whenever you were sick. Of course, he was always loving and gentle with you, but the treatment that you got when you weren’t feeling your best, that was your favorite. You snuggled into his chest, placing a kiss right where his heart was. His arms came to wrap around you, making you smile.

“I know what you’re trying to do. Being all cute and cuddly so I’ll forget about the meds.” Harry, who was of course well aware with you, spoke.

You giggled, lifting your head from his chest, looking up at him.

“Dammit, I was hoping you wouldn’t find out.”

“Not happening, poppet. Now, just take the tablet so we can get you feeling better, yeah?” He said, softly poking your nose.

“But Harry,” you started, and he raised his eyebrows, knowing you were going to say something extremely cheesy, “You take such good care of me, I already feel better. We don’t need no meds.”

Harry burst out laughing at that, making you grin as well.

“As cute as you are, princess, you’re still going to have to do it.”

You groaned, burying your face in his chest,

“It’s just one tablet, pet. Then we’re done with this. I’ll run you a nice bath and then we can cuddle, yeah? How does that sound?”

You reluctantly nodded, slowly lifting your head and sitting up a little. Harry picked up the tablet and glass of water and handed it to you. Unenthusiastically, you popped the pill in your mouth before drowning it with water. As you emptied the glass and handed it back to Harry, you had a sour expression on your face, but Harry was quick to clear that by placing a block of chocolate in your mouth immediately afterwards.

A smile crept up on your face at that, making Harry cheer.

“There we go. You’ll feel better in no time.” He grinned, pulling you back to sit in between his legs, with your head resting on his firm chest. He placed a kiss on the top of your hair, caressing it with his hand. As you looked up at him through watery eyes (due to the flu), and a cheesy smile, he felt like his heart would explode with the love he felt for you. He hugged you to him tightly, nuzzling his own head in your neck.

The two of you lay there for a while, before he suggested a bath for you. You accepted it on the condition of him going on with you. He happily obliged as you two got up and headed to the bathroom. Harry got the warm water running, while you stripped off your clothes. He popped in your favorite bath bomb and took off his own clothes.

Helping you in, he made sure that the water was just the right temperature. In the bath, he pampered you to the fullest, before wrapping you up in a fluffy white towel (which he had placed in front of the hot air fan so it’d warm up), and carrying you to bed.

You giggled while being in his arms, but didn’t dare to complain, knowing that he’d declare it as his job to make sure you got complete rest.

He got dressed himself, before helping you in a warm pair of pajamas and a t-shirt of his, which was far too big for you, but you loved how it swallowed you, making you look utterly adorable to him. He tucked you under the blankets, making sure you were warm and cozy, and then left to make you a cup of tea.

While he was gone, your eyes fell on the small teddy bear that Harry had bought for you. You snuggled it close to your chest, a sigh of pure contentment leaving your lips. You were more than thankful for Harry, it was the biggest comfort knowing that he was always there to take care of you, as you were for him.  

When Harry entered the room with two cups of the honey and ginger tea that his mum used to make him whenever he was sick, he noticed the gleam of happiness in your eye. As he settled down in the bed, pulling the blanket above the two of you, you cuddled closer to him. You lay your head on his shoulder, while his arm went to wrap around your small frame.

“Feeling better, love?” He asked, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

You hummed in response, the stuff toy still in your hands.

“Thank you for taking care of me. I don’t think I tell you enough how much I love and appreciate you.” You spoke, voice still a bit gruff because of your blocked nose and sore throat.

Harry turned on his left side to face you, making you look up at him.

“Always, love. You know I’ll always be here for you, no matter what. And if anything, I should be the one telling you this. You’re always so understanding and considerate of me and my career, I can never thank you enough for that.”

“I love you,” You whispered, before his lips captured yours in a warm kiss, and you were sure that by the time morning came, you’d be feeling a lot better. And even if you weren’t, you had no worries. Because you knew that Harry was willing to take care of you for today, tomorrow and forever.

The signs as "ALL MY FRIENDS ARE DATING WTF"
  • Aries & Aquarius: Weird dweebs who make nacho baked potatoes while playing final fantasy, they act like friends.
  • Taurus & Pisces : "we are just friends" YA OK, and I'm the president of the universe.
  • Gemini & Aries: sporty cute couple where u use half of their names and refer to them both as such.
  • Cancer & Taurus: they are still your friend, they just don't leave the house, like ever, thanks to amazon.
  • Leo & Gemini: beautiful socialite power couple who knows everyone's secrets. Every. Ones.
  • Virgo & Cancer: the whole relationship is a battle of who can spoil the other more.its sweet, it makes you sick to ur stomach.
  • Libra & Leo: the beautiful socialite couple that talks shit about everyone. Not even their mothers are safe.
  • Scorpio & Virgo: one criticized your outfit and style, one criticized your soul. Then. They traded. You're traumatized but they seem happy.
  • Sagittarius & Libra: they ditch plans together and communicate exclusively with memes. Goals?
  • Capricorn & Scorpio: they will be our Supreme Overlords™ one day, but today they make oogley eyes at each other over sushi dates
  • Aquarius & Sagittarius: super casual but yet they are always together.
  • Pisces & Capricorn: classic dreamer/realist vibes, plot twist tho. Pisces is the realist and Capricorn is the dreamer.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Either Helios and Apollo taking care of a sick Icarus or helping him deal with allergy season (I like sickfics and characters taking care of each other)

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By default, Icarus isn’t a particularly cheery guy.  He’s prone to sarcasm, depression, and cynicism – even when he’s in fine health.

When he’s not in fine health, the grouchiness goes off the charts.

A long coughing fit is punctuated by two mighty sneezes and a curse.  “Is there some god of sickness so I can kick his ass,” Icarus raves hoarsely, looking around for more Mucinex.  

Helios laughs from where he’s sitting improbably balanced on the back of a kitchen chair.  “As it so happens, that particular asshole is in your apartment right now!”

Icarus looks up through bleary eyes at Helios, who’s pointing at Apollo, who’s looking at Icarus thoughtfully.

Icarus blinks.  “Wait – I thought you were a doctor?  The god of healing?  You heal people!”

“And kill them, sometimes. Both aspects of disease fall under my domain.  Though I lay no claim to this attack on your immune system,” Apollo says absently, leaning over to inspect Icarus closely.  Icarus feels too shitty to blush; he just glowers and wavers where he stands.

“…It does appear your initial production of white blood cells has failed to fight off the virus. It’s an infection now; a pity. You’ll have to go through the unpleasantness of fever and phlegm to dispel it.”

“I’ll be happy to help you kick his ass, Icarus, just say the word!”

Icarus groans and grabs a glass of water and the Mucinex, retreating to his room.  

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oh, baby [draco malfoy]

request: “Could u do Draco x reader with prompts 97 and 103 please? It would be so interesting plus I love your writing. You’re so cool xoxo” -anon

word count: ~3000

a/n: why thank u anon, i AM pretty cool! (kidding im actually SO lame like u dont even know omG) anyway i wrote this at like 3 am and im posting it at 5 am so. i’m a few hours late (like a day actually but who’s counting, NOT ME) but happy bday to the real OG man draco malfoy! now enjoy this hot mess of sleep deprivation, angst, snark, and marina and the diamonds inspiration

97: “i don’t want to have a baby.”

103: “i had to see you again.”

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Draco; How To Cheat On Astoria Greengrass | Smut

Draco Malfoy x Reader Smut


/Warning(s): Smut, cheating, swearing, masturbation.


“Not Afraid Anymore” ~ Halsey (from Fifty Shades Darker Soundtrack)


Most lyrics in italics.\


••••••••••


“So, Draco Malfoy, you want to get out of an arrangement you say?” You smirk, looking at the frustrated grown man. You and Draco work in the Ministry of Magic together. You know him from your Hogwart years, since your houses were paired together for classes you saw him often. You heard of his betrothal to Astoria Greengrass, the young, bright Hufflepuff. It was peculiar for Draco Malfoy to come to you a Gryffindor, muggleborn for help, but him and you knew why he’d chosen you. For starters, you were a muggleborn which his father despised all muggleborns if he heard that Draco Malfoy was with one he’ll lose his mind. To add on you were a Gryffindor, so double the whammy.


I am not afraid anymore


Draco was planning on doing it earlier to get out of the arrangement. Unfortunately, his plan was initiated all too late, he was already Astoria’s fiancé, so he had to do a greater damage. He had to take it to a level he have never thought of.


“Yes, L/N.” Draco sighed, knowing that you knew, you just messed with him. “And how do you intend on doing that?” You ask, chuckling a bit, playing with your wand. “I want to know how far do you want to take it to ruin your reputation and a marriage of course.” You whisper in his ear. “I think you want to break Astoria Greengrass’ heart badly, so, what is your plan, Malfoy? Because kisses and hugs, aren’t enough for her to give you up?” You giggle, biting your lip, at the now sexually frustrated Malfoy. You purposefully check your watch, “Oops, time to go. Owl me later Malfoy of your plans.” You say, walking away from Draco as he curses himself.


~*~


“One more month till my Draco gets married, can’t you believe it Lucius he’s all grown up!” Narcissa exclaims. Draco puts on a false grin, “Astoria is such a wonderful lady, despite being a Hufflepuff I prefer her over the Parkinsons’ daughter.” Lucius intervened. “Astoria is coming in two days for a visit, can’t wait for you to see her again.” Narcissa announced. “Can’t wait.” Draco mumbled.


~*~


It was the day Astoria Greengrass was going to visit Draco, Draco hadn’t told her, Y/N, of his plans completely. He had to grasp onto Astoria that she fell in love with him so deeply that he held her heart, her emotions. Draco’s parents decided that Draco would take Astoria out for a nice date. Draco dressed up in a black suit carrying red roses for Astoria. Narcissa and Lucius waited in a corner patiently, waiting for the certain Greengrass to arrive.


*knock, knock*


Draco opened the door and found a dressed up Astoria in a mid length silver dress with her parents behind her, Astoria’s parents and Draco’s told the pair to head onto their date. Astoria giggled and swirled silently as Draco gave her the roses, Draco smiled and put his arm out for Astoria to put her arm around his in which she did. They both headed to a elegant restaurant. Draco became bored quickly as soon as they sat down and Astoria began talking about wedding plans.


Draco dazed off his eyes wandering to other tables till he gulped. He spotted you with three other friends, hard drinks in hand, laughing while sipping on alcohol. You spotted him and winked, Draco’s eyes moved back to Astoria. A waitress came and took their orders. After taking their orders and walking off Draco payed attention to Astoria.


“Draco, do you love me?” Astoria asked out of no where. “I do love you with all my life Astoria. You’re the most ravishing lady I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” Draco lied to get her hooked onto him. Astoria blushed, a bright red hue.


Draco and Astoria were near the end of their date, Draco finally looking back at your table to see you drunk out of your mind your friends keeping you up and stable. Draco and Astoria began to stand up to leave, Draco and Astoria were waiting for a car to pop up as so you and your friends were waiting for a vehicle as well. You stumbled your way to Draco with out him noticing you grab his face and press your lips against him in front of Astoria and your friends.


Draco smelled a subtle hint of alcohol, but was taken away by the random kiss. “Let’s get this started shall we.” You whispered in his ear, Draco realized that you were more sober than drunk. Astoria was angered, lashing out at you, blurting incoherent words. Your friends yelled back at her, defending you, “Calm down guys. You too lady. By the way he’s a great kisser.” You chuckled playing with Astoria. Once your intended vehicle came your friends put you in the car and left.


“What the bloody hell? The nerves she has!” Astoria shouted. “Disgusting.” Draco lied, placing a fake scowl on his face. “Let’s go.” Draco said instead of waiting for a car they apparated. Astoria didn’t want to speak of the recent events as Astoria gave Draco a kiss and headed home. Draco entered the manor, “How was the date?” Narcissa blurted. “Amazing. I like to talk about it but I’m very exhausted mind if I head to my room?” Draco told Narcissa. “Of course, goodnight.” Narcissa said. “Night.” Draco replied.


Heading back to his room, locking his door, changing into his nightwear. Draco wasn’t going to sleep, he was rather wide awake from the events of today. Draco began looking at you closely trying to remember the young you. He couldn’t remember about you a lot except that you were a desire to many boys in Hogwarts, but he didn’t notice you much since you were a Gryffindor, yet you’ve matured all around with a curved figure and gorgeous looks. Draco began to fantasize about you, you looked like a angel, with a tight, ring dress that shown your shoulders.


Draco slide down his pajama bottoms along with his boxers as his member sprung free and erect. Draco put a silencing spell on his bedroom walls, before engaging in his activity. Draco rubbed the tip of his cock, rubbing the head softly, Draco moaned softly. Pre cum dripping from it already, Draco moved his hand to his shaft and slowly began rubbing up and down. Draco groaned louder, thinking of sinking his cock into your entrance imagining the tight, warm feeling of you around his cock that he yearned for.


Your breasts gently bouncing, Draco began to rub himself faster. Thinking of you moaning his name out loud it was so wrong of him to think such way of you, but he’s noticed you more than just a coworker at times. Draco wanted to pound into your slick walls, begging you to scream his name and cum for you. He wanted to see your face contour in pleasure as he came right inside you, filling your walls with his thick load. Draco moaned and began to feel himself coming to an end, beginning to move his hand quicker. Draco than imagined one last image of you, an image of you naked, Draco bucked his hips as ropes of cum came out of his member. Draco grunted, beads of sweat plastering his face, slowing down his speed riding out his high as cum was splattered everywhere. Draco casted spells to clean the mess.


Draco pulled up his pajama bottoms and covered himself, falling asleep.


~*~


Draco went downstairs, bumping into his mum. “Oh Draco, dearie, in a week the Greengrasses are coming back for further wedding planning. So be prepared.” Narcissa said. “Good to know.” Draco replied. It was Saturday and Draco decided if it was best to owl you about his interesting plans.


You heard pecking at your window, you opened woke up opening the window to see a owl with a letter. You smugly smiled knowing it was from Draco. You opened the letter and read it fascinated with his plan. You felt aroused and decided to go along with it even though of how explicit and wild it is, you knew this was surely something Astoria Greengrass will never forget and that you’ll cherish.


You owled him asking when you’ll sneak into the manor. Draco replied quickly saying in the letter, “In a week.”


When Draco received a letter back from you asking of when you’ll enter the manor he couldn’t believe you accepted the plan and Draco was very pleased by this.


Within the week of going of back to the Ministry. The two of you constantly looked at each other, only speaking when it was appropriate. On occasion you sent cheeky smiles and seductive winks including you biting part of your lips. Which made a Draco flustered, and you knew his weaknesses. Waiting patiently for the days to end so the new day would commence, getting closer to the day that will change everything.


So that day came and you were prepared, curled hair, with the same tight dress from the night you kissed Draco Malfoy in front of Astoria Greengrass, blood red lipstick and black heels. You owled Draco asking him when it’d be appropriate to come over. Draco proceeded to owl you back.


‘Now. The Greengrasses will come in twenty minutes.
~ Draco Malfoy’


You apparated to Draco’s Room surprising him. “You’re here.” Draco breathed. “Are you sure you want to do this Draco?” You ask him, wanting him to approve his choice. “I am.” Draco pulled you closer by your waist placing his lips on yours, a small gap in the door.


Draco left the door open on purpose, but that wasn’t on his mind, it was your lips, hips, body. You kissed Draco back, removing the top pieces of clothing, unbuttoning his shirt. This all happened so quickly, and oh you two were adoring this moment. “You know I thought about you in that tight dress of yours, pleasuring myself.” Draco whispered. You whimper, as Draco pulled down the zipper on the back of your dress.


Standing in the eye of the storm
Ready to face this, dying to taste this, sick sweet warmth
I am not afraid anymore
I want what you got in store
I’m ready to feed now, get in your seat now


The cold air of the room hits your body, letting the dress fall to the floor, revealing a white lace bra with panties. Draco caressed your skin, his hands moving everywhere on your body. “I just want to rip this off your body and pound into your tight pussy.” Draco groaned. “Please.” You beg. The sensation the two of you were feeling was something like never before, it had more passion into it, a sense of excitement, and lust.


Draco unbuckled his belt, removing his jeans. Draco kissed you while removing your bra, grabbing your mounds and squeezing them. “Oh Draco.” You whisper silently. Draco moved his bed covers to the side and pushed you down onto his bed, still kissing your lips. Draco was desperate to feel your walls around his member. He wanted you. Only you.


And touch me like you never
And push me like you never
And touch me like you never
‘Cause I am not afraid, I am not afraid anymore
No no no


You pulled down his boxers as his cock was throbbing needing a sense of touch. You grabbed his member and squeezed it, rubbing it up and down, Draco giving of groans of pleasure. “I need you inside me Draco.” You look at Draco with angelic eyes. “With pleasure.” Draco pinned you down, taking off your white, lace panty. Draco’s tip was at your entrance, Draco slowly inserted himself into your warm, tight walls. The both of you moaned loudly, this was finally happening your fantasies becoming reality.


I am not ashamed anymore
I want something so impure


Draco began to pump in and out slowly, taking his time. “Hmm, bet Astoria doesn’t look as daunting as me underneath you while you pound my pussy senseless.” You moan, “Oh she doesn’t even compare.” Draco grunted going faster. You moaned every time he moved his hips, going deeper each time he slammed into you, scratching his back gripping onto Draco for dear life.


“Go faster Draco. Fuck you’re tearing me apart with your huge cock.” You gasp. Draco hit your g-spot giving you immense pleasure. “Oh shit.” Draco grunted. You grabbed Draco’s shoulders, pushed him down on the bed and began riding him. Bouncing up and down, your breasts delicately bouncing. Draco’s dick penetrating your pussy deeper. Astoria wasn’t even here, yet the two of you kept doing not caring about the plan. The two of you focused on each other and pleasure.


“Bounce faster on my cock Y/N. Oh yeah.” Draco clutched your waist, bucking his hips. “Draco, I can’t hold on anymore I need to come.” You say bouncing faster and harder. “Let’s cum together.” Draco grunted. “B-But what about Astoria.” You stutter unable to speak. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” Draco told you. You leaned down to Draco to kiss him. “I’m gonna cum. I can’t go on any longer.” You bounce slower, you’re legs getting numb each second. Draco held your waist and thrusted into you inhumanly rapid. You held onto Draco’s shoulders, your nails burying into his skin, your eyes saw stars.


“Oh fuck. Holy-, ah! Draco. Draco! Draco!” You yelled, bucking your hips. “Y/N!” Draco grunted his cock began to throb while emptying a warm, think load of cum oozing into you, some leaking out as Draco started to pump in and out slowly.


“What in Merlin’s name?!” Astoria screamed, finally catching you and Draco in the act. You grabbed Draco’s blanket covers to cover you and Draco. You quickly got off Draco and sat right beside him. Astoria’s parents along with Draco’s came right behind a crying Astoria. They were all stunned, speechless, Draco didn’t care nor did you. Lucius stepped forwards and growled, “Who are you?!”


It was time to help Draco, “I’m Y/N L/N. Ministry of Magic worker and Draco’s co worker. Former Hogwarts student that was a Gryffindor. And to add on I’m a muggleborn.”


They all gasp, “Draco. Why did you do this?” Narcissa asked, stunned that her son committed adultery not by the fact you were muggleborn. “With a mudblood!” Lucius spat. Astoria’s parents scowled at the two of you, Astoria’s sobs were heard in the background. “I’m sorry Lucius, but I’ll have to call the marriage off, this is unacceptable and we don’t tolerate this.” Mister Greengrass spoke.


Draco’s plan succeeded and ended the bethrothal for good. Draco looked at you and gave you a kiss, “I did it because I never loved Astoria, I love someone else.” You smiled, Narcissa looked at the two of you with a small grin (with some disgust at the encounter), pushing a furious Lucius out the door and closing it. You and Draco heard the discussion about Draco’s arrangement, “It worked. Just in time.” You sigh. “It did.” Draco held you. “You cheated on Astoria Greengrass.” You mutter. “And I got you.” Draco pecked your forehead. “You did.” You gleamed, resting your head on his chest.


“I’ve got to say that I think I’m way more jaw dropping than Astoria Greengrass.” You implied, Draco began to chuckle at your egotistical self.


Crawling underneath my skin, sweet talk with a hint of sin
Begging you to take me
Devil underneath your grin, sweet thing, bet you play to win, heaven gonna hate me