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[semiloml]

cw: dry humping, grinding, cumming in pants, messy and whiny kuroo :p reblogs, comments and likes are really appreciated<33

It starts with a kiss.

Deep, slow, teasing.

Kuroo’s lips move against yours like he’s got all the time in the world, like he’s savoring every second of it—until you grind down against him.

And suddenly, he’s got no patience left.

“Fuck—baby,” he groans, hands gripping your waist like he’s trying not to lose control, fingers digging into your hips as you roll against him again. “What the hell are you doin’ to me?”

His voice is thick, breathy, already wrecked. It’s hot.

But it’s even hotter knowing that you’ve barely even touched him yet.

“Tetsu,” you murmur, feigning innocence as you grind down against him, feeling the hard press of his cock straining against his sweats. “What’s wrong? You’re shaking.”

And he is. His breath shudders, his fingers tightening on your hips as his head falls back against the pillows.

“Fucking hell,” he groans. “You know exactly what you’re doin’.”

Of course, you do.

Because Kuroo might talk a big game—cocky smirks, lazy teasing, acting like he’s always got the upper hand. But right now?

Right now, he’s a fucking mess.

“Look at you,” you hum, rolling your hips again, making sure to drag yourself slowly along the length of him. “All needy and desperate just from this?”

“Shut up—” His words cut off in a whine when you grind down harder, pressing your full weight against his cock.

Oh. Ohhh

That noise? That little, desperate sound?

You need to hear that again.

“Knew you’d be like this,” you purr, leaning down to nip at his jaw, then his ear. “All talk, but the second I get on top of you, you turn into a pathetic little mess.”

“Baby,” he groans, his hips jerking up against yours, chasing the friction like he can’t help himself. “Holy shit, don’t—don’t say stuff like that—”

But he loves it.

His cock twitches beneath you, and you can feel how badly he needs it, how close he is—his breath hitching, his hands trembling as they grip your hips, his thighs tensing beneath you.

“Gonna cum like this?” you tease, voice dripping with satisfaction. “Without me even touching you?”

“Shit—shit, I—fuck—”

Kuroo’s body tenses beneath you, and then—ohhh, fuck.

You feel it. The way his cock throbs against you, the hot, sticky mess he makes inside his sweats as he gasps through it, his head thrown back, his fingers tightening so hard on your hips you know there’ll be bruises tomorrow.

For a second, the only thing you can hear is his ragged breathing.

Then, finally, he opens his eyes, still hazy, still catching his breath.

And you grin.

“Now, do you think you can handle the real thing?” you hum, rocking your hips just a little, making him whimper at the oversensitivity.

His breath stutters, and you can see the way his body twitches with overstimulation—yet his cock still twitches beneath you, hard again already.

“You’re gonna fucking kill me.” he exhales, voice wrecked.

AUTHORS NOTE: sorry for the short break!! I will work on all my requests now!! thank you all for your great support 🙂‍↕️💞

[bbyjackie]

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[allisonlol]

holy shit,, you’re back !! i’ve been following your blog for ab two yrs now ! hope you’re doing well 💞💕

any thoughts on jouno n tecchou w a gf that’s painfully submissive in bed? (totally not projecting btw)

a/n: two years?!! omfg thank u for the support over all this time :0 !! i love this req and uhh i totally don't relate in any way

warnings: nsfw, fem reader, sexual content

(Tecchou, Jouno) With a Submissive Gf

Tecchou

he is a sweetheart...omg

tecchou gives off soft dom vibes so you being very submissive just works perfectly!!

he's not too controlling in bed and just wants to do what ur comfortable with

and even tho you're the submissive one he still ends up asking what u want him to do to you 😭

^dropping it in here that the man loves to eat pussy !! and he's SO GOOD AT IT

like to the point that he'll be begging you to let him do it...and ofc you'll be saying yes

tecchou is more a giver than a receiver but since ur so submissive you let him do basically whatever he wants

he's such a soft lover tho that he's always still so gentle with u even when he's in control 🥹

tecchou's fav position is def the missionary / mating press type deal bc he likes holding you down

^and ofc u enjoy this bc u get to look at him the whole time...like aaaah he's so pretty!!!

Jouno

perfect match tbh cuz he's very dominant

you're so obedient for him and he definitely exploits the hell out of it

imo jouno is kinda selfish in bed (not always but often) and enjoys taunting you and making u watch him get off but not urself

^he loves making you beg, and ur just so pliant for him that you'll practically be crying while pleading with him to let u cum

jouno may be harsh at first but he rewards u for being so well behaved

^you'll end up cumming like 3 times and will be absolutely exhausted by the end of it 😭

he's also very demanding and throws u around in all sorts of positions

his actions are cruel but his words are NOT!! jouno praises u and calls u all sorts of endearing names since ur so submissive and good for him 🥰

oh and this man luvvvvs bondage...tying u up and having u completely at his will?? yes ma'am!!

[onlyangel4]

can i request an smau of lovesick and sappy Lando, theyve been together for a while but theyve never left the honeymoon stage 💞

still so in love with you. ln4. smau.

lando norris x girlfriend!reader

everyone told lando that the love filled haze would fade with time. but two years later and he is still so obsessed with you.

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[marauder-misprint]

Hiii, I absolutely love your work specially the Sirius Black x Slytherin!reader ones✨️

If you have time and if you liked the idea, I want to suggest another sirius x Slytherin!reader where they are in their sixth or seventh year and reader is a pure blood and her family is a member of 28 sacred and stuff AND her parents are having this ceremony and all other pure bloods are invited. This kind of ceremonies are a good place for families to introduce their children to other pure blood kids (in this case since it's reader's family's ceremony people would try to have her notice their sons)

Also I LOVE sirius and reader banter and playful arguments. Sirius very obviously likes reader but asking reader out means making his parents proud and he hates that. But then again he likes her so much :((

So one day they argue and reader tells him that he needs to get his shit together and she's not gonna tolerate this situationship anymore. She tells him about the ceremony and how there will be families who'd love to get their sons with reader so if Sirius actually cares about her, he couldn'tat least try and pretend to enjoy the ceremony for once and attend. (I WANT SIRIUS HUMBLED AND PUT IN HIS PLACE SO BAD CAN U TELL🤭)

Sirius obviously hates this kind of gatherings and wouldn't usually go. But if it means he will have a shot with reader he would consider going.(ALSO JEALOUS SIRIUS?? PLEASEÈ I WANT THAT)

so yea he ends up going all dressed up, I'm talking hair sleeked black and tuxedo and stuff. And reader's like holy shit you could have looked this hot this whole time and you settel for a ripped band t-shirt????

(Happy ending)

anyways I hope it didn't sound weird and I wish you the bests thank you so much💕💞💓

Hi! Omg this request! ❤︎ I've been sat. The ceremony you're talking about made be think of debutante balls and I highkey based it off of Gilmore Girls, although adjusted to fit to just one girl. Reader is the star of the night.

Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

'Put your money where your mouth is'

Sirius Black x Slytherin!reader

7.2k words

cw: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, sacred 28 pureblood type stuff, sirius has commitment issues

What you had with Sirius was complicated at best. Mostly because there was nothing officially with him. His tendency to come back to you time and time again, however, would say otherwise. Not that you were any less to blame, always letting him back in when you knew he would run if things started to become anything remotely serious. Were you frustrated with his inability to commit? Yes. Was there anything you could do to change your situation? You didn’t think so. 

It was sad, you thought. You really were quite fond of him and it seemed that he liked you a lot. Your mother informed you recently that your debutante ball was scheduled for Christmas break. It was an event that would draw other members of the Sacred 28 along with few other prominent pure blood families, the ones that didn’t make the list for unknown reasons. The Blacks would be invited of course, likely bringing Regulus as he was an eligible bachelor. And you liked Regulus. You really did. He just isn’t Sirius. 

You’d been to Sacred 28 balls before. You’d been to teas and socials. It wasn’t like this would be the first time you attended an event, or met with others of your social standing. Your debutante ball marked that you had reached an age where your parents, and you if your parents took your opinion into consideration, started looking for your future betrothed. These balls were notorious for being boring for the girl, paraded around and introduced into every male approximately your age. Attending them as a guest wasn’t bad. There was always good food and drinks, sometimes the music wasn’t horrible. 

So, you aren’t really looking forward to going home for Christmas. After receiving the letter from your mother, you complained about it. Loudly. To the faces of other members of Sacred 28 families, people who would be attending this ball. 

“Be funny to have you introduced to me,” Evan smirks, sitting across from you at breakfast. “Like I don’t already know your bra size.”

Right. Truth or Dare in the Slytherin Common Room earlier this semester. 

“As if one ball over break wasn’t bad enough!” you whine.

There would also be a ball on Christmas Eve, completely separate from your debutante ball. You usually liked the Christmas Eve ball – the hall would be beautifully decorated with the best desserts around and the adults usually drank themselves into oblivion so the kids were able to get their hands on the harder stuff as well. You just aren’t sure if you’ll be in the mood for it after all of the fittings, lessons and meetings you’ll have to attend before your ball. 

“At least you already know most of who’ll be there,” Pandora says, trying to get you to look on the bright side. “Junior, Regulus, Evan, Avery, the Prewett twins, Travers…”

“Abbott, Fawley, Macmillan, Ollivander, Shacklebolt should be there too,” Priscilla Parkinson adds. 

“Wow, members of the Sacred 28 will be there? Crazy,” you say sarcastically. 

“Just trying to be helpful…” Priscilla mumbles, returning to her breakfast. 

“You two are just lucky you have later birthdays or you’d be having your balls over break too,” you say with a frown. 

“You’ll make sure the food is dece, yeah?” Barty asks from next to Evan. “If I have to listen to Father go on about how good your family is, I want to have a good dinner.”

“Depending on how much Mother lets me help plan… I’ll do my best,” you sigh. 

Your mood is soured for the day, and possibly the week if you linger too long on the idea of the ball. In a perfect world, Sirius wouldn’t have run away from his family over the summer and he’d be attending the ball with them. And in a better world, you would’ve heard from Sirius himself that he was no longer at Grimmauld Place, rather than from Regulus. The younger Black ranted about it for a while on the train to Hogwarts. 

“Merlin, this thing is over a month away. No point in being bothered by it now,” Dorcas says as you’re still fuming by lunch. 

“I was hoping my parents would opt out of this stupid tradition,” you reply with an eye roll. “I’m allowed to be upset for the day.”

“Fine, ruin your own mood.”

“She has a point,” Avery says, sitting down next to you. “If any of our families were going to drift, it’d be her parents.”

You smack his shoulder. “Don’t be rude.”

“I’m agreeing with you!” 

“Rudely.” 

“Whatever. Just don’t be mad when your parents pick me.” 

You scoff and turn your body away from Avery. As you do, Regulus takes the seat you’re turning toward. He raises his eyebrows at you but doesn’t say anything. You subtly shake your head and he gives you a single nod. That’s the thing with Regulus, he doesn’t need you to voice everything to understand you. Plus, you know that he’s not looking forward to the idea of being dragged to another ball. He’d skip the Christmas Eve ball too, if only his parents would let him. 

As you told Dorcas, you only let the idea of your debutante ball linger in your mind for the day. You let it slip your mind. It is a few months away and you have other things to put your energy toward. Your lessons. And absolutely destroying everyone in Gobbstones. But mainly your lessons and the endless amount of studying you have to do for them. It has you holed up in the library every day after your classes are done. 

“Most girls are prettier when they smile,” a familiar voice says behind you. “But you make frowning work.”

“Sirius,” you say with a steady voice. 

You don’t look up from your homework as Sirius takes the seat next to you. 

“What’s got you frowning all day long, love?” Sirius asks, leaning on the table.

Yes, you are frowning. As much as you try to not think about it, the ball lingers in the back corner of your mind. But you don’t see why you can’t be frowning while you work on homework. It’s not like it’s the most enjoyable activity.

“Where’s the rest of your entourage? You rarely make an appearance in the library without them,” you say, avoiding his question. You know he hates Sacred 28 events so why would you bother talking about the ball with him?

“You’re here. Isn’t that reason enough?” 

You look up from your book to roll your eyes at him. “Oh, so you have time for me again?” 

“I’d be an idiot not to.”

“You’re an idiot quite often then.”

“I had to… sort some things out. But I’m yours now if you want me.”

You hate that you do want him. You hate the way he makes you feel, how easy it is to smile around him, how pretty he is, how funny he is. You would say that you hate him, but it’s the opposite. 

“Do you know why I’m still taking Herbology?” you ask, looking back at your assignment.

His facial features scrunch together in confusion.

“No? I never had a greenthumb so I dropped it.”

“How come I didn’t have the good sense to do the same?” 

He leans forward to slide your assignment toward him. He scans it and smiles.

“Lucky for you, Peter and Remus are in your class,” Sirius says.

“Yeah, I know that.”

“And they’ve done this assignment.”

You raise your eyebrows as Sirius slides the parchment back your way. 

“I remember which book they used. Come with me to get it?” 

You nod. Then you’re following Sirius past rows of bookshelves until he turns into one of the aisles. He goes almost to the end of the aisle, scanning the titles on the shelves until he finds a red book with gold embossing. 

“This is it,” he says, gently waving the book.

You go to take the book from him but he immediately holds it out of reach. You glare at him and he smirks at you. You groan. You know what he wants and you know that you really shouldn’t cave this easily, but you do. You lean forward and place what was meant to be a quick kiss on his lips. But as soon as your lips touch his, his free arm is wrapped around your waist and holding you close to him. You don’t fight him. 

Soon enough, the book is laid down on a shelf and your back is pressed against the bookshelf. You and Sirius are practically entwined with each other. It is so easy to fall into old habits with him. His hands know every curve of your body, just as yours know his. 

It’s not until a prefect clears their throat at the end of the aisle that you and Sirius break apart. Sirius grins down at you as you hide your face in his shoulder. It isn’t the most compromising position you’ve been caught in with him, and certainly not the most embarrassing place to be caught. After a moment, you turn to grab the book he grabbed for you and slip out from under his arms which were still caging you in. 

“Thanks for the book, Sirius,” you say, walking away.

He follows you back to your table, which you honestly aren’t expecting. Neither of you say anything for a while. You need to get this assignment done and Sirius is apparently content with watching you work. At one point, some of your hair falls in your face and he doesn’t hesitate to tuck it behind your ear for you. You give him a soft smile before returning your focus to the book in front of you. 

I’m yours if you want me. Maybe he’s genuine this time. You know you shouldn’t get your hopes up. But when he’s looking at you like this, with such softness and adoration, you can’t help it. You’re practically putty in his hands. 

For the next two weeks, you and Sirius are constantly finding each other. You walk from class to class with his arm around your shoulders. He sits with you in the library. You sit with him at James’ quidditch practices. And then there’s all the time you spend in various alcoves around the school, tangled up in each other. 

“Someone’s back with her favorite Gryffindor,” Pandora says as you walk with her to Divination. 

You roll your eyes. Sirius doesn’t take Divination so it’s just you and Pandora on the long walk. He had given you a forehead kiss before he went off to Ancient Runes. 

“It’s not official or anything,” you say dryly.

“It never is,” she sings. She’s a few steps ahead of you when she stops and turns back to face you. “When are you going to make it official?”

“Sirius doesn’t do official,” you sigh. 

“Then why bother?” 

“Because I like him.”

You push past Pandora to get to the rope ladder. You hear her hum and follow you up the ladder. The classroom smells strongly of incense, a faint smoke fogging the air. You sigh deeply as you and Pandora gather around a crystal ball.

“Crystal-gazing again?” you ask in a hushed voice.

“Professor Whittle likes to make sure we haven’t lost our sight.”

“Not sure I’ve ever had any…”

“And yet, you’re taking N.E.W.T. Divination.”

“Easy O. What can I say?”

Pandora reaches to move the crystal ball on your table closer to her.

“Maybe you’ll see if your boy is in your future.”

“Class, remember to keep your minds open,” Professor Whittle tells the class loudly, apparently having heard Pandora’s comment. “If you are seeking a specific answer, it won’t come to you.”

When it’s your turn to gaze into the crystal ball, you try to clear your mind. Maybe the smoke would take shape for once. Maybe you would see something, a distinct curl, anything. As the smoke shifts inside the ball, you sigh. Nothing. You didn’t expect to actually see anything, but sometimes it was nice to hope. You push the ball back into the center of the table and grab your parchment and quill.

“You just wouldn’t believe it, Dora,” you say with faux-enthusiasm. “I saw signs of stress and worry in there. I fear Professor Slughorn may it out for us. At least two feet of an essay in our near future.”

“No!” she groans with a knowing smile. You have your usual go-to’s for when you don’t see anything.

After dinner, you and Sirius meet up in an alcove on the fifth floor. He comes in ranting about something he overheard Mulciber say. You listen, not really having anything to say on the topic. Mulciber wasn’t your favorite of the people in your house and it really seemed like Sirius was covering all of the bases in his rant. When he’s done, he cups your face and looks into your eyes. 

“But enough about that bastard, I got you right here.” He gives you a quick peck. “How was your day, love?”

“Crystal-gazing in Divination,” you say airily. “Looking into the great beyond!” You start giggling, still trying to talk. “Predicted that Slughorn would be giving us a long ass essay soon.”

“Hmm, no doubt. He likes to do that when we start a new unit.”

“And the new unit starts on Friday.”

“You’re brilliant. I’m sure Whittle will be singing about your prophecy come Monday.”

“Sure she will. But besides Mulciber, rest of your day was good?”

Sirius nods, kissing your cheek. “And getting better. With my favorite person, you know.”

You raise your eyebrows and cross your arms.

“I’m your favorite person, am I?”

“Ain’t that what I just said.”

“Put your money where your mouth is then, Sirius.”

He didn’t say anything, only tilting his head in confusion.

“Take me on a real fucking date. Ask me out. Let’s do something other than talk and snog.” 

“Oh.” The short response tells you everything you need to know. You groan and turn away from Sirius. “I-I’m sorry.”

The warmth of Sirius and the magnetized air that follows him like a cloud of smoke disappear. You’re left alone in the alcove. Alone again. You feel silly for having let him in, for thinking that maybe he’d stay for once and be more than an almost. You sigh heavily when you turn back around. It feels like the portraits that line the corridors of Hogwarts judge you as you walk back to the Slytherin Common Room, taking the longest route you could. 

You are tired of it. Tired of somehow not being enough for him, despite him saying that you’re his favorite person, that he’s yours if you want him. Because he’s not yours. He won’t be yours. It’s infuriating and you want to do something about it. You want to hit him where it hurts, make him feel how you feel every time he walks away from you. 

Priscilla, Pandora and Dorcas exchange worried looks when you enter the common room with a dead-to-the-world look on your face. They all know where you just came from, and they know that you usually wouldn’t be back this early.

“Something happened,” Priscilla whispers as you disappear up the stairs to the girls’ dorms.

“Course something did. It’s Sirius,” Dorcas says.

“Yeah, but that look?”

“She’s pissed,” Pandora says. “Maybe this time it’s done done.” 

As you lay in bed, you formulate your plan. You know there’s going to be collateral damage. There has to be in order for your message to really hit Sirius. You don’t want to have to tell anyone about your plan; that ensures that all reactions will be genuine. If you told someone about it, you might have been able to lessen the collateral damage. You could’ve asked Barty or Evan or Regulus for help. No. You wouldn’t drag them into this. You wouldn’t risk hurting them. 

You wait for the perfect moment. You need the key players to be in place. It takes a few days, which was to be expected. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you linger near the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. You know you look tense as you constantly scan the staircases and walkways. You see Sirius two flights of stairs away from you, walking with the rest of the Marauders. 

Go time.

You walk up to Avery. He’s standing with all of his friends, people you don’t usually talk to. But Avery, being from the Sacred 28, is the exception. He says your name once you’re standing in front of him.

“You’re pretty certain my parents will love you?” you ask with a subtle tilt of your head. 

He chuckles and nudges Mulciber with his elbow. “You know it. I can charm when I need to.”

You gag internally. You can’t let it show, not if you want this to work. You listen intently for the footsteps of four rowdy Gryffindors. 

“Then, I think we should start practicing,” you say, taking a step closer to him.

You put your hands on his shoulders and kiss him. It’s no sweet little peck. It’s not gentle. It’s forceful and rough, which is how you assumed Avery likes it. And you get confirmation when his hands grip your hips firmly. He gives them a squeeze as he returns the favor with the same amount of aggression. 

The boys around you wolf whistle and cheer. That is the reaction you were looking for from them, something to bring attention to you. Then you hear some kind of grumbling and heavier footsteps pass by. You smirk into the kiss. The Gryffindors sounded upset. 

You wait for another moment or two before stepping back from Avery. He scans you up and down with hungry eyes. 

“Good luck impressing my parents,” you say sweetly, giving him a wink.

As you walk away from him, you can feel Priscilla and Dorcas’ eyes on you, and you can hear the boys cheering Avery on for somehow pulling you, despite how you’d been attached to Sirius only days ago. 

The girls follow you into the classroom. You see Peter nudge Sirius when he notices you enter the room. Sirius is slumped over his books, the stature of an upset teenager. Your smirk grows. You take your seat and both of your friends stand in front of you.

“Avery? Since when?” Priscilla asks.

You figured she’d be more intrigued by your choice than Dorcas. Well, Priscilla would be more supporting of whoever you chose; Dorcas is going to harshly judge you for it until you’re able to explain to her why. 

“A few minutes ago.”

“I thought you didn’t like him?” Dorcas asks, putting both her hands on the desk and leaning forward. “What changed?”

You shrug. “Thought about it and realized he has a point. There is a chance that my parents will pick him.”

“Then you might as well go around snogging all of the Sacred 28 boys. Prewett twins next on your list?”

“Fawley was looking pretty fit earlier today,” you say as if actually pondering it.

You aren’t. You have no need to. Based on how Sirius is still leaning over his books as students begin to file into the classroom, your little act had the desired effect. Sirius witnessed that you could move on from him – you couldn’t but what he saw said otherwise. 

Priscilla takes her spot next to you and Dorcas pulls out her own chair at the desk in front of you. She turns around every once in a while to look at you, trying to read your mind because, of course, she did not believe you for a second that you kissed Avery because of the slim chance your parents pick him. She also knows you wouldn’t kiss Fawley if you were the last two humans on earth. 

You half expect Sirius to approach you after class is dismissed. You try not to think about it too hard when he doesn’t. You and Priscilla hook arms and walk to Herbology together. Because of that, you don’t see how Sirius glared at you as you walked out of the classroom. James put an arm around his shoulder, steering him out of the classroom since he wasn’t walking out by his own accord.

“Mate, didn’t you just complain about her asking to be official or something?”

Sirius groans. “Yes, but-”

“Ah, no buts then. You go around kissing other girls. I reckon she’s free to do the same.” 

“She’s never done it before!”

“Maybe it’s where you haven’t been able to see?”

Sirius shakes his head. “No. I know her. She doesn’t go around with other blokes. And she certainly doesn’t go around with Avery.”

“Guess she does now,” James says disinterested. “Maybe you don’t know her as well as you thought.”

Sirius frowns but lets James lead him to their next class. He tries to focus on the lectures but his mind keeps drifting back to you and the way Avery had his hands on you. He hated it. It makes his stomach churn. And it only gets worse when he sees Avery sit next to you at dinner, close. Too close for Sirius’ comfort. He sits in silence throughout the entire meal, despite James, Peter and Remus’ attempts to get him to join the conversation. 

Avery leaves the Great Hall before you. Remus has to physically hold Sirius at the table to stop him from following Avery out. 

“Don’t,” Remus hisses. 

Sirius growls. 

“Mate, what has gotten into you?” Peter asks. 

“Nothing,” Sirius mutters. 

“Yeah, and this has absolutely nothing to do with your Slytherin,” James says.

“She’s not my-”

“And I think that’s what’s bugging you,” James says, making Sirius groan. 

Then you get up to leave and this time, no matter how hard Remus tries, he can’t stop Sirius from following you out of the hall. You had a head start so it takes Sirius a minute to find you. He calls out your name. You halt in your steps. You glance over your shoulder and roll your eyes, but inside, you are smirking. 

“You guys go ahead,” you say to the girls. 

They nod and continue on to the common room. You turn toward Sirius with your arms crossed. 

“What do you want?” 

“Avery, huh?” 

“Who I kiss isn’t any of your business,” you say flatly. 

“But you don’t like him. So when did that happen?” 

“I don’t see why you care? All I ever was to you was someone to snog. I’m sure the great Sirius Black can find another girl.” 

“You know you’re more to me than someone to snog.” Sirius takes a step toward you and you can really see the pleading look on his face. “I mean it when I say you’re my favorite person. I’d rather spend time with you than anyone else. I thought you felt that way about me.”

You scoff. 

“Oh, you mean when I asked you to put your money where your mouth is? Because I wanted to be your girlfriend? When you said ‘oh’?” You shake your head. “You need to get your act together and decide if you want me or not. Your time is running out.”

“What do you mean?” Sirius asks, although he assumes you mean you’re officially done with him. He needs to hear you say it.

“My debutante ball is over break.”

His face falls. He knows exactly what it means.

“Ah, so you remember what that means, lovely. But I’m going to reiterate it anyways, you know, just in case. My parents are going to invite anyone from the Sacred 28 who has a son around our age and a handful of others to a ball. A ball where I’m going to be paraded around.” Your voice becomes more agitated with every word. “And then my parents are going to decide who I marry. Which, as I’m sure you’ve put together by now with your magnificent brain, means that Avery could very well be their choice. I’m sure his parents would love that. So would the Rosiers and Crouch and Prewett and Fawley and Macmillan and-”

“I get the point.”

“Oh, do you? Because I don’t think you do. The rest of my entire life is going to be decided by who is at this event, and Merlin, I want you to be there. So if you care about me at all, you’ll come. You’ll pretend to enjoy the event, you’ll be pleasant. Or you better get used to seeing someone else with me. Got it?” 

You turn and storm away, leaving Sirius dumbfounded in the corridor. He watches you disappear around the corner and he still doesn’t move. He doesn’t move as other Slytherins coming from dinner walk past him. It takes him a while before he finally moves and goes back to Gryffindor tower. 

Both attending a Sacred 28 debutante ball and seeing you with another guy make him want to gag. He doesn’t think that asking you out would change the fact that you’re having a debutante ball, but maybe you thought your parents would take an existing relationship into consideration? He knows the reason he hasn’t asked you out is because it would make his parents happy. You would be perfect. You’re pretty, a Slytherin and from a Sacred 28 family. You have more promise than some of the other Sacred 28 kids. 

But you said you want Sirius at the ball. Even though he hasn’t been able to overcome his disdain for making his parents proud and actually date you, you want him at the event where your parents look for your husband. And that makes his heart pound. You like him so much more than Avery or the boys. 

For the last two weeks before everyone goes home for Christmas, Sirius is more quiet than usual. There’s a nonstop debate going on in his head. Does he go to the ball? How would he get there? How would he get in? He doesn't even know when it is. Does it really matter who he likes if he’s already been disowned? He’s already living with the Potters. The only way his parents would probably even find out would be through Regulus. 

He knows that if he doesn’t want to see you with someone else, he needs to step up. He just needs to figure out if he can. 

You, on the other hand, spend the last weeks at Hogwarts trying to avoid Avery whenever you can. That boy is overly confident in his ability to charm your parents, and you apparently. Although, you may have given him the wrong impression when you snogged him. You still consider it worth it since it got the reaction out of Sirius that you wanted. And if how Sirius is acting is any sign, your words got to him. You don’t think you’ve seen him so quiet for so long, and it appears to be jarring for his friends as well. 

Priscilla is confused as to why you snogged Avery and are now avoiding him. Pandora is with Dorcas on being confused why you snogged him at all, but they help you avoid him. Evan, Barty and Regulus all find it hilarious. Barty says it’s because Avery is a bad kisser and the other two think his reasoning is sound enough. You may have also not denied it. 

As soon as you get home from Hogwarts, your mother whisks you off to a fitting. From there, it’s last minute etiquette lessons and meetings with vendors. And then another fitting and styling. You have very little time for yourself. 

You’re not sure if you expected a letter or something from Sirius, but you have the sinking feeling in your stomach telling you that he’s not coming. Maybe him being quiet was him coming to terms that it really is over between you, or he was nursing his ego because you yelled at him. Either way, if Sirius isn’t there, you hope your parents decide on one of your less annoying classmates, so not Avery, or one of the less annoying of the older bachelors still looking for a wife.

The morning of your debutante ball, James leaves the kitchen with a frown.

Then he sees Sirius lounging on the couch and asks, “Mate, you got dress robes here?”

Sirius sits up slightly and cocks an eyebrow. 

“I think so. Why?”

James runs a hand through his messy hair. “Mum says we’re going to a ball or something tonight. Sending me out for a haircut and to see if they can, in her words, tame this.” He sighs. “See you in a bit.”

Sirius watches James go out the door. A ball. He immediately thinks of you, but the Potters aren’t a part of the Sacred 28. There’s no way it’s your ball. He gets off the couch and goes to the kitchen to find Euphemia. 

“Mum,” he says.

“Sirius, yes, I heard you tell James you should have dress robes,” she says, assuming the robes were why he came into the kitchen. “Tea?”

“Yes, please. Thank you.” Sirius sits down at the table while Euphemia pours a cup for him. 

Then she sits down across from Sirius and a sincere expression takes over her face.

“The ball we’ve been invited to… it’s a Sacred 28 event.”

Sirius’ heart rate begins to accelerate. The chances of it being your debutante ball just increased tenfold. 

“It’d be too disrespectful for us not to go. So me, James, Monty, we’re going. You get the option. You don’t have to go. Not if you don’t want to. We can tell James that you’re not feeling well and he won’t be any the wiser.”

“No,” Sirius says, shaking his head. “I’ll go.”

“You sure?”

Sirius nods and Euphemia leaves it at that. She had been fully expecting Sirius to stay behind. She didn’t think he’d want to spend an evening at an event that his parents would likely be at. For a few minutes, they drink their tea in silence. Then she tells him what time they are planning on leaving and to make sure he was ready by then, assuming he didn’t change his mind. 

“I won’t. Thank you for the tea.”

Hours later, James and Sirius let Euphemia fuss over the small details of their outfits before Monty can insist that they need to leave. Sirius remembers when he got these robes. He remembers sitting on his bed and cutting the embroidered tread that spelled out his family’s motto inside of the breast pocket. Even in his hatred for his family, he knew that dress robes were essential to have and overall, this set wasn’t terribly uncomfortable so he kept them. 

Whatever salon James went to worked a miracle on his hair and Euphemia has already whacked his hand away from his head several times. The urge to run his hands through his hair is apparently quite strong – that or it’s just habit at this point. Sirius had slicked his curls back, and James gawked at how easily he had done so. 

“Hair care, my friend. And I don’t have a bird’s nest on my head every other day of the year,” he told him. 

Now, Sirius fidgets with the rings on fingers as he waits for the Potters to be ready to leave. Euphemia sees this and hopes that Sirius is making the right choice by coming with them. She makes a mental note to watch him carefully. 

When they arrive at the ball, Sirius stands a little bit back from the family. He lets them enter and be announced as a family – “The Potters.” And then he slips in to follow them. He doesn’t want to be announced. He decides he made the right choice with that when he spots Regulus across the room. His parents are already here. But so are many other Sacred 28 families and it’s easy to avoid Orion and Walburga. 

Your parents are walking around the hall, welcoming the families to their event. The Potters make sure to thank them for the invitation. James and Sirius stand behind them as they do so, not trying to draw too much attention to themselves. The Prewett twins see the boys and wave them over. James taps his father’s shoulder and whispers to him before they go over to their fellow Gryffindors. 

You’re in an upstairs room applying finishing touches to your makeup. Some woman your mother hired had already finished your hair. You keep glancing at the clock, which you swear has started moving slower. It has been like this all day. You were fussed over while your parents stressed over the last minute details and directed vendors to set up the venue. You’re just waiting for a staff member to come get you to be presented. 

Your name echoes in the ballroom. You stand at the top of the grand staircase before slowly going down it. You’re too focused on not falling on your face to even attempt to see who all showed up. And somewhere in the crowd, unknown to you, Sirius is watching you with adoration in his eyes – he thinks you look more divine than you ever had. 

You greet your parents at the bottom of the stairs and light strings fill the air, signalling the portion where you’d walk around with your parents to “meet” the boys in the room. You keep a polite smile on your face and speak when spoken to. Evan looked like he was struggling to keep from laughing. Barty looked positively grim standing next to his father. Avery stared at you with hungry eyes that made you shift uncomfortably. Regulus had his trademark stoney expression. You tried to hide your surprise when you saw James and his parents. James offered you a sympathetic smile, which you didn’t know how to respond to. 

After meeting with all of the families, too many in your opinion, it is time for dinner. Your family sits at the head table while the guests fill in the various round tables in the room. When the meal is served, you see Barty raise a toast to you; the food meets his standards, not that you really had any influence over it. Not the main meal, at least. Your mother asked what dessert you’d like served. 

Then comes the last part of the event: socializing, drinking, dancing. You have half a mind to go find Pandora, knowing she’d be here somewhere. You scan the room for her as you stand next to your parents. They are conversing with parents again because just presenting you to all the families isn’t enough to garner how well someone’s son might provide for you. Like you’re incapable of providing for yourself… 

Your thoughts still. You look away and then back again, making sure it’s not your imagination. He’s here. Sirius actually came. Not only that, but he looks amazing in his dress robes. Even from a distance, you can tell they must’ve cost a fortune. Part of you wants to chastise him for wearing ratty band t-shirts with torn jeans at school when he has the ability to look this breathtaking. You place a gentle hand on your mother’s arm and excuse yourself. Then you beeline for Sirius. 

“Sirius,” you breathe. It’s all you can manage due to your heart pounding in your throat and your general disbelief that he’s actually here for you. 

“Why, hello gorgeous,” he says coolly, taking your hand and kissing it in a deep bow. “Would you grant me the honor of a dance?”

You nod, unable to speak. He holds your hand raised to shoulder level and leads you to the dance floor. It’s so easy to dance with him, to hold onto him and let him lead. You can’t help but think that this feels right. 

“You’re here,” you manage to say quietly after one song.

“You told me to.”

You roll your eyes as the next song begins and Sirius starts to move you around the floor again.

“I’ve told you a lot of things.”

“Well, as you know, I’m an idiot quite often.”

You can’t help the smile tugging at your lips. He’s here and he’s dancing with you and he’s looking at you like he will fight anyone who tries to take you from him. And he just called himself an idiot. With each passing song, Sirius looks at you with a softer and softer gaze. It’s enough to make you blush. 

But after several songs, you need a break. 

“I need to check in with my parents. Don’t go far.”

Sirius nods and kisses your hand again. Your small smile from dancing with him turns into a wider grin. He’s here and acting like a proper gentleman. You find your parents standing off to the side, having obviously been watching you with Sirius. 

“Who is that young man?” your father asks as soon as you walk up to them. He’s eyeing Sirius as he talks with the Prewett twins again. 

“Sirius. Sirius Black,” you say, trying not to stumble over your words. 

“A Black?” your mother repeats with interest. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

You nod. “I was.”

Your father hums. You look from him to your mother and back again. You hate that they have unreadable expressions. Indifferent. You suppose it’s better than instant distaste. 

After a few moments, your father says, “Go mingle. This is your ball.”

You nod and as soon as you turn around, Sirius is walking toward you with two glasses in his hands. He offers you one, which you take. You walk around the room with him, holding onto his arm. 

“I still can’t believe you actually came,” you say after one lap of the room.

“I had to. I care for you more than you know.” His voice is soft and steady, and his tone tells you these words are just for you to hear. “I’ve had my head up my arse for far too long.” 

You chuckle softly. “I could’ve told you that.”

“You did. Several times. I was so caught up in my own bullshit that I didn’t listen. I didn’t see the perfection right in front of me.” 

You look at Sirius like he hung the moon in the sky just for you – only he’s looking at you the exact same way. The things this man did to your heart. 

Once your drinks are finished, you return to the dance floor for a few more songs. Yaxley, an older boy who graduated Hogwarts a few years ago, asks for a dance and you give Sirius a look that wordlessly says you have to dance with someone other than him despite not really wanting to. Yaxley doesn’t talk much during the single dance but thanks you when the song’s over. As he walks away, Fawley comes up and asks for a dance. And after him, Travers and Gideon Prewett and finally Barty. 

“Junior, I’m surprised,” you say with a smirk. Frankly, you’re glad to be with someone you consider a friend after people you’ve barely ever talked to. 

“Father’s going to talk to your parents again. Said I should get more acquainted with you.”

You laugh. “He doesn’t know you’ve helped me with more than one Herbology essay?”

“That man knows nothing of my life. As long as the grades come home, he doesn’t actually care. If he did, Merlin help me.” Barty spins you before holding you close again. “I think he’s saving you though. I think I say the Averys headed toward your parents again with him in tow.”

“Hopefully your father can talk until they move on.” 

Barty grins and leans in to whisper, “Love, I knew you’d love to spend your life with me rather than that twat.”

You scoff, but give him nothing more of a response. Soon enough the song ends and Sirius is back at your side.

“I need a break,” you say with a sigh.

Sirius leads you over to the drinks. He stays at your side for the rest of the night, not letting anyone else dance with you. He kisses your cheek when James comes to collect him as his parents are ready to leave. That helps connect some dots for you. If Sirius is living with the Potters, he would have come with them. But the fact that he came still means the same to you. He still chose to spend most of the evening with you. 

You find your parents and follow them around. Various families come up to say goodbye to them. You briefly see Pandora when the Rosiers take their turn.

“You look lovely,” she says before pulling you into a hug. “And I saw you with your Gryffindor,” she whispers. 

You exchange knowing smiles. There were a few more families after the Rosiers before you could go home. Your parents don’t talk about who they liked the best when you get home. They tell you to go to bed and you can discuss it in the morning. 

“Are you friends with the Crouch boy?” your father asks when you gather in the sitting room after breakfast. “Bartemius said he’s in Slytherin with you.”

You raise your eyebrows in slight shock. You hadn’t been expecting Barty to make your parents’ list. 

“We’re friendly, yes.” 

“His family has good connections with the ministry. Good thing to keep in mind,” your father adds. 

“And it’s good of you to have danced with Yaxley. His parents really are lovely. He already has a good job. You’d be very well provided for,” your mother says.

You shift uncomfortably on the couch. Of those two, you’d much rather have your parents pick Barty. He’s at least your friend, you know him. You’ve barely even spoken to Yaxley at previous Sacred 28 events. You wouldn’t even call him your acquaintance with how little you know of him. 

“That boy you were with all night. You said he’s a Black?” your father asks.

“Yes,” you answer probably too quickly and with too much enthusiasm. 

“Yet he wasn’t with Orion and Walburga when we met their boy… What’s his name…”

“Regulus is his brother,” you tell him. Would the fact that Sirius is disowned sway your parents’ opinion of him? 

“Right, right.” Your father clears his throat. “We’d like to talk to him. Being how… at ease you were with him, would you invite him over for tea before you go back to school?”

Your eyes go wide. Your parents want you to invite him for tea? 

“Darling,” your mother says, immediately catching your curiosity at their request, “you practically spent the whole night with him. He seems like a gentleman and is from a good family. We’d like to meet him properly.”

You nod. “I… I’ll write to him tonight.”

“Very well. You are excused.”

You’re smiling to yourself as you leave the sitting room and head to your room. The fact that your parents want you to invite Sirius over means that they actually care what you think. And if Sirius meant everything he said last night, he’d come and be presentable to your parents. The tea would be after the Christmas ball, but that doesn’t mean you won’t be gushing about it to Pandora and Priscilla. They’ll be wanting to know who your parents liked. 

Hopefully Sirius will accept and be on his best behavior to finish winning over your parents. Otherwise, you’ll be talking Barty up to your parents. 

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[hvnlygrl]

congrats on your celly love! i’m sorry i didn’t see it sooner bby 💞

This would be cute as a blurb or moodboard but;

Prompt 4 “Accidentally saying “I love you”” with best friend JJ would be adorable and funny 💞💞

⌞ LOVE ME ON ACCIDENT ⌝

જ⁀➴ pairing | bestfriend!jj maybank x fem!reader

જ⁀➴ word count | 0.6k

જ⁀➴ synopsis | everyone knows that the two of you are in love, except you two. that is until an accidental love confession brings you together.

જ⁀➴ notes | i love this!! thank u for requesting babe!

જ⁀➴ moodboard based on this fic!

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you were both drunk off your asses, clinging onto each other as you desperately tried to keep your balance. he held your waist, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck. the two of you being physically close and relying on each other was far from a new sight to anyone.

this, however, was something much different. pope couldn’t help but notice the way the two of you gazed into each other’s eyes, almost as if you were both longing for something. he was curious, but knew better than to even mention something of the sort to either of you, especially in your drunken states.

you could smell the mix of different alcohols on jj’s breath, his eyes glossy and red and the beads of sweat that lined the top of his hairline. he grinned at you, and your heart fluttered at the sight. “how you feelin, my girl?”

“a little wobbly,” you huff through a laugh, smiling back at him. “how you feelin, blondie?”

he rolls his eyes at the nickname you gave him the first time the two of you met. “i told you stop calling me that, it messed up my street cred.”

“oh, your street cred, huh?” you giggle. “i didn’t realize you had such a name for yourself in the obx.”

he scoffs dramatically at that, hand flying up to clutch at his heart. “ouch!”

“sorry,” you give him a soft peck on the cheek, “you totally have street cred.”

“thanks, princess,” he can’t help the way his cheeks flush red at the kiss. “you have a good bit of cred yourself.”

you huff at him, “oh yea, i’m your best friend, of course i got street cred.”

he laughs, heart pounding in his chest as you sway with him to the music. “you’re welcome.”

you give him a soft punch to the chest, “cocky, aren't we?”

“please, don’t act like you don’t love me.”

“i don’t,” you tease, squinting your eyes at him as he frowns.

“well, i love you,” he grumbles, breath catching in his throat when he realizes the tone he said it in. jj prays you don’t notice it.

“wait,” your eyes go wide for a moment, “did you just-“

“um, no.” he immediately starts stuttering, “that’s not, i don’t, no, like, i meant-“

“i love you too,” you hold a finger up to his lips. “i was waiting for you to say something.”

“me? why couldn’t you say something?” he breathes out heavily, heart still beating a mile a minute.

“well, why didn’t you?” you shrug, “i didn’t know you felt like that.”

“of course i do, how could i not?” jj says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “you’re-you’re perfect, y/n. like seriously, the perfect girl.”

now you’re blushing, face tucked into the crook of his neck, “shut up.”

“no, i mean it,” he softly caresses your face, angling your chin so that you’re making eye contact with him. “you’re actually perfect.”

“so are you.” you can’t help but notice how close your face is to his, his breath tickling the tip of your nose.

jj inches toward you slowly until his nose is brushing against yours. you take the opportunity to tilt your head upward, letting your lips meet his gently. he freezes for a moment before kissing you back, one hand pulling your hips closer as the other rests against your jaw.

pope smacks john b to get his attention as he points at the two of you in your own little world in the kitchen of the chateau.

“holy shit,” john b whispers, jaw dropped in awe. “i never thought they would admit it.”

sarah rolls her eyes, “i did, pay up suckers.”

the pogues all huff, heads shaking as they pull cash from their pockets, grumbling soft cusses at their lost bet.

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[sixeyesonathiel]

omg hello I read ur free throws and figure drawings one shot and im still so in love w how u characterized him can we please get a pt 2 or sum headcannons ate athy 🥰🥰💗💓💝💘💞💕💖

AWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON. yall have no idea how heartwarming it is to be complimented over my characterization of satoru <3 part 2 is highly possible someday!! but here's some FTAFD satoru headcanons for the mean time 😼🩷

highly recommend to read free throws & figure drawings first before reading this for the best experience <3

satoru isn’t just your multi-purpose muse & boyfriend. he is also your personal cheerleader now.

every time you finish a sketch, he’s leaning over your shoulder, gasping dramatically like it’s a masterpiece worthy of a museum. “holy shit, you’re a genius,” he says, even if it’s just a doodle of a coffee cup. he’s genuinely obsessed with your talent and brags about it to everyone.

he’s always got an arm around you—draped over your shoulders, slung around your waist, or just holding your hand like it’s second nature. you’ll be walking to class, and he’s tugging you closer, grinning like an idiot because he can’t stand being more than two inches apart.

you’re “sweetheart,” “lovey,” “honeybunch,” “starlight”—he cycles through them like he’s testing which one makes you blush the most. sometimes he throws in absurd ones like “my divine goddess of acrylics” just to see you roll your eyes.

your hoodie that doesn’t even fit him? his now. your pencil? he’s twirling it between his fingers during practice breaks, claiming it’s his “lucky charm.” he’ll give it back eventually, but only after he’s doodled a tiny heart on it.

he shows up with snacks, a new paintbrush, or some random trinket he “had to get” because it reminded him of you. “saw this and thought of your pretty face,” he says, tossing you a keychain shaped like a basketball with zero explanation.

he’s still got a knack for public declarations too. he’s yelling “that’s my girlfriend!” across the courtyard whenever you’re within earshot. you’re mortified, but he thrives on it, grinning like he’s won the lottery every time someone glances your way.late-night talks

he texts you at 2 a.m. with dumb questions like “do you think i’d look good with a paintbrush tattoo?” but it always turns into him rambling about how lucky he is to have you. you fall asleep to his voice humming through your phone.

he pokes your cheek when you’re focused, smirking as he says, “you’re too cute when you’re serious.” he knows it annoys you, but the way he leans in to kiss your pout afterward makes it impossible to stay mad.

he’s always showing off for you. at every game, he’s winking at you from the court, sinking shots and pointing at you like it’s all for your approval. “that one’s for you, babe,” he mouths, even if you’re trying to hide in the bleachers.

when he thinks you’re not looking, he watches you paint with this dopey, lovesick smile. his usual cockiness melts away, and he’s just a guy stupidly, hopelessly in love with you.

he always carries your stuff. your art supplies? he’s got them slung over his shoulder without asking, complaining loudly—“these weigh a ton, you owe me”—but he never lets you carry them yourself.

he kisses you everywhere. forehead, cheeks, nose, lips—he’s a menace about it. he’ll sneak one when you’re mid-sentence, laughing when you sputter, “satoru, i’m talking!” “yeah, but i needed that,” he shrugs.

he always checks on you. he texts you mid-day, “you eat yet?” and shows up with food if you say no. he’s an idiot about it, but it’s his way of showing he’s always thinking of you.

he drags you to the arcade because “you need a break,” then spends all his quarters trying to win you a stuffed animal. you end up with five because he refuses to lose.

he loves sleeping on you. he flops onto your lap after practice, whining about how tired he is, but really he just wants to feel your fingers in his hair. you complain, but he’s already snoring softly, clinging like a koala.

he is always proud of your achievements. when your art gets picked for an exhibition, he’s louder than you about it, dragging his teammates to see it and pointing at your work like, “that’s hers, i’m dating a legend.”

one night, he’s sprawled across your bed, half-asleep, muttering nonsense about basketball stats, when he suddenly rolls over, props himself up on his elbow, and looks at you like you hung the moon. “hey,” he whispers, voice all gravelly and warm, “if i ever stop being this stupid over you, just… kick me, okay?”

a/n : dunno if im doing this headcanon thing right it's my first time doing it XD

[hearts4chriss]

Slice of Pizza.

Horny!Chris + Jake’s!little sister

prompt: your filming with ur brother Jake and the sturniolo triplets ur meeting for the first time, you and Chris had already been secretly talking behind their backs, he finally gets to meet you in person. After the videos over he offers to take you home and he can’t resist

Contains: public teasing, horny Chris, pet names (ma, mama, sweetheart??, baby, good girl, my girl, princess), m!oral receiving, unprotected sex ( wrap before u tap ), doggy , dirty talk, phat ass reader, creampie yktv

a/n- a lot of ppl wanted this one hope u like :)) ALL CREDS DUE TO ANYONE WHO INSPIRED ME ILYSM !! ( tags ran out )

fuck fuck fuck fuck

Today was the day.

My brother Jake and I were collaborating with the sturniolo triplets, and I was so so nervous.

The main reason is that I was talking too one of them, Chris sturniolo.

We’d been talking for a little over a month and I was actually gonna meet him, but the thing is.

His brothers and my older brother Jake have no idea we’ve been talking.

let alone how much of a freak he is, as well as I am.

We’ve sent each other, images and texts and said things but I was going insane over meeting this man.

I had decided to reach out to one of my brothers friends and ex Tara fucking yummy.

my baby💞🫂

Tara help me, yk how I’ve been talking to Chris?

I’m fucking meeting him tdy bc Jake and I are collabing w the triplets.

taraa💋

baby you’ll be okayyyy

he wants you so bad trust

Chris is gonna beg to fuck you js wait 😛😛

My cheeks grew a pink hue just thinking of that, it was obviously Chris is very attractive and I’d love to have him fuck the absolute shit out of me.

so there I sat in my room wearing this outfit praying too impress him.

A white mini skirt and a fitted skims crop tank pushing my tits up even more highlighting my figure as I threw a grey zip up over it.

I walked downstairs being greeted with my brother.

Finally, took all day. Jake rolled his eyes and I stuck my tongue out

shut up come on I wanna meet these kids. I chuckle and he raised an eyebrow at me but didn't utter a word as we hoped in the car and began driving too the location.

We got there pretty quickly and I thankfully hadn't seen a text from chris today which calmed my nerves, but it was until I saw him standing outside of my car along with matt and nick.

I quickly got out the car.

holy- shit. was all I could utter under my breath at the 3 same faced men.

Matt had tattoos which i'd always loved and he was fairly attractive.

Nick also had tattoos and he was absolutely adorable I could see us becoming close.

Chris.

The one of three i'd been "sexting" and oh my fuck he was so attractive.

He had a small stubble but not too much, his pink plump lips i'd been dying too kiss and lord the all grey- I could see his dick outline was he not wearing boxers??

wow kid ur short. Chris chuckled reaching in too give me a hug

hey baby, I finally get too meet your fine ass. He whispered low enough in my ear so I could feel a wetness grow in my panties seeping from my cunt.

Hey chris! we wanna hug her too! Nick rolled his eyes pulling me in for a hug.

ur so pretty holy shit- nick said softly and i smiled giving him a thank you.

Why am I last? Matt rolled his eyes playfully and I gave him a tighter hug than the rest.

Alright, can I have my sister back? My older brother basically emerged from his tesla and they all gave me a smile and we piled into the car as we pulled out foods from, McDonalds, a pizza place, Wendy's and more.

I sat in the passenger seat and Chris in the driver whilst nick matt and jake were in the back and he started the intro

“Hey guys welcome back to another video, this time I’m actually In my car, I’m joined by…”

Y/n Webber, the better sibling. I give the camera a wave and Jake rolls his eyes at me

“And also this collab was highly requested so…”

“Nick, Matt and Chris are with us today the sturniolo triplets!” As we all clapped for a bit.

"So today we are gonna be eating a bunch of our favourite foods and just talking and yeah that’s it!" I smiled.

"McDonald’s first?" Chris asked and everyone nodded as we each grabbed fries.

The video was super funny, Chris kept making me and everyone else laugh as well as nick and Matt attacking him it made the whole thing better. Until…

"Alright last thing?" I asked and everyone nodded

I opened the pizza box letting everyone grab a piece, I watched how Chris’s almost slipped so I helped him.

"They weren’t wrong, you are the clumsiest one". I let out a soft laugh and he rolled his eyes

"Yeah yeah". Chris chuckled and I held up the pizza for him as he looked me in the eyes, god I felt something. As he shook his head slowly trying to get a bite he managed to do so after about 7 seconds.

"Is it good bro? "Matt asked him and I let out a laugh as well as nick and my brother

"Shut up Matt". Chris spoke in a monotone and everyone laughed at that as if he wasn’t just fucking teasing me, so I decided to get him back.

"Guys it’s kinda hot-" I say unzipping my jacket Chris’s eyes follow my hand on the zipper

"Right I was gonna say".. Nick chuckles eating his pizza.

I take off my hoodie leaving my tank top as is my tits sitting perfectly upright and I noticed Chris’s eyes and I smirked continuing to eat my pizza occasionally licking the grease off my fingers looking him in the eyes.

Paybacks a bitch huh

little did I know, Chris was a fucking freak

"what did you say too my brother to even allow me to be alone with you". I let out a laugh and he chuckled pulling me onto the couch.

"Im good with words baby. He gave me a small wink before pulling me onto his lap for a kiss".

"Mmm this was well worth the wait". Chris mumbles in between kisses before grabbing my ass making me gasp as he slipped his tongue into my mouth as they played together.

He moved me on his lap, groaning as my clit rubbed on his growing boner.

"Fuck- I need ur mouth so bad" - Chris rested his head on my shoulder before tapping my ass signaling me to get up.

I got on my knees and leaned up pulling down his sweatpants along with his boxers watching his cock spring out and my eyes grow wide.

The length of it wasn’t even describable, let alone the girth, the tip was a dark pink and the veins going up the side had my panties dripping.

"you gonna suck me off or keep staring because I love the sight baby". Chris smirked biting his lip down at me and I wrap my hand around him and he moaned softly.

"baby.. please I need you- been waiting so long for you to do this" - he pleaded, almost in a whiny voice of need for me and I’d been waiting to do this.

I kiss his tip first before spitting on his cock stroking him and he throws his head back on the couch cushion.

I wrap my lips around his cock hollowing my cheeks as I began to suck him off sloppily and his hand gravitated towards my hair.

"oh fuck- just like that" - he moaned softly his eyes fluttering shut his mouth slightly agape as his chest heaved as he felt my plump lips wrap around him beginning to deep throat his dick

"oh shit ma- feels so fuckin good" - he shudders on his words as his eyes open looking down at me sucking his cock, the sound of my gagging on him were enough to make him squirm, Chris’s large hand on my head guiding me while running it in my hair.

Sucking Chris off was an experience I’d never forget and the fact I was making him feel so good whilst doing it only made my thighs clench together with anticipation, needing his cock buried inside me.

his hips occasionally thrusting allowing his tip to hit the back of my throat aggressively knowing I’d be sore tomorrow.

"F-fuckk love that pretty mouth on my dick" - he shudders when my nose presses against his lower abdomen as I deep-throat him having to hollow my cheeks due to his size.

Chris always told me he loved sloppy head and that’s exactly what I was giving him, salvia and his pre cum was running down my chin whilst spit bubbles formed on the corners of my mouth and my mascara was sweating off from the tears in my eyes.

"God you look so fucking pretty sucking me off baby" - he praised, breaths in between each word pulling on my hair slightly tighter as we made eye contact and he moaned at the sight.

"there’s my girl, keep ur eyes on me, wanna see that pretty face- shit" - Chris tried to maintain eye contact with me as best he could, but the way I was looking at him alone made him cum deep in my mouth filling it to the brim and a deep moan as he came.

Chris’s cum smeared along my lips as I swallowed it and getting up off my knees and he smiled.

"C’mere, I gotta stretch you out". Chris’s fingers pressed against my panties and I moaned softly at the touch and he chuckled.

"Hold on baby, you’ll thank me later, trust me". He smirked sliding two of his fingers inside my sopping cunt making me squeal.

"Shit Chris" - I moaned as he held me by my waist on his lap stretching me out for a bit.

"hold on ma, I don’t want you to get hurt". He kissed my cheek curling his fingers making me moan in his ear.

"You feel stretched out?" He rubs my back and I nodded

"I need words princess". Chris spanked my ass and I jolted.

"Yes yes! I do, please Chris- please fuck me" - I beg and he halts his movements sliding his fingers out of me.

"On all 4s for me and strip". He taps my ass and I do so getting on the couch pealing my panties and skirt off along with my tank top allowing me to be bare for him.

"Your so beautiful, gonna fuck this pussy so good" - he pulled his sweats down fully positioning himself behind me rubbing his cock between my folds making me whimper with frustration and his hand came down smacking my ass.

"Patience baby, such a needy girl". Chris shakes his head before gripping my hips pushing himself inside me making my back arch at the girth and sudden sharp pain from the stretch.

"Chris I-it’s not gonna fit" - I cry out and he massages my hip reassuringly.

"shh it’s okay just tell me when, take ur time". He whispered, I took some deep breaths as I felt my body finally adjust to him.

"Y-you can move now" - I sigh deeply and he holds my hips beginning to thrust slowly at first.

"Oh fuck- m’faster" - I moan peering behind my shoulder and he gives me a sly smile before picking up the paste making my jaw hang open as his hips came in contact harshly with my ass.

"shit- ur so tight ma" - Chris groaned his hands grip my ass occasionally letting go to give it a slap rubbing over the soft skin.

"oh god- ur so deep Chris" - i drop my head breathing heavily before he grips my hair thrusting harder.

"huh? I wanna hear that again". He holds his grip firmly waiting for me to respond as I’m dazed out on his cock.

"f-fuck! Your so- deep" - I moan in between words shuddering in his grasp as he releases his grip from my hair gravitating towards my hips again.

"that’s a good girl" - Chris praised rutting his hips into mine, the sound of our bodies connecting and my moans and heavy breathing along with his filled the empty room creating a sex aroma

"shit Chriss" - I dragged out moaning as he arched my back making his cock reach depths I don’t think we’re possible before he paused.

"W-what are you doing?!" I whimper in frustration and he shushed me.

"I wanna watch you fuck yourself on my cock can you do that for me?" He whispers into my neck, tickling my skin, his raspy voice going to my core.

I positioned myself on my forearms arching my back beginning to move my hips back and forth on his dick and he moaned in response holding my hip for comfort.

"fuck- keep throwing that shit back on me ma" - Chris shuddered, biting his lip at the sight, my moans shooting to his throbbing cock as well as my moans fueling his ego and filling his ears

"fuckk yes- feels so good- I cried out". clenching my fists at the pleasure and the angle his dick was hitting, the tip feeling on my g spot made me shake each time.

Chris was in heaven, just the sight of this could've made him cum inside me.

"shit- there you go baby- love that ass" - he lets out a deep groan laying a smack across my cheeks making me squeal as he rubs over the soft skin as I continued fucking myself on his cock, picking up the pace, our breathing syncing picking up.

"oh shitt- yes yess!" I squirm and shake ever so slightly as his tip kisses my most sensitive spot.

"Looks like I found it". He mumbles to himself before grabbing my hips beginning to thrust his own into mine making my jaw hang open whilst only heavy breathing comes out

"shit- fucked you speechless?" He lets out a breathy moan and I can’t help but mimick his actions because he quite literally fucked me speechless.

"God you take me so well" - sound so pretty on my cock- he lays a harsh smack to my ass making me squeal out as I close my walls around him.

"Chris I-I’m gonna cum" - I turn my head to the side seeing his facial expression as my breath picks up fists clenched as his hand rubs my clit.

"come on baby give it to me" - he praises his fingers play with my pussy overstimulating it as I cried out Chris’s name repeatedly until I creamed his cock.

He pulls out painting white ropes on my back giving me a second to catch my breath.

"You okay?" Chris pants pulling me onto his lap.

"yeah I’m okay- that was- well worth it". I smile pushing the hair sticking to his forehead away.

All over a slice of pizza huh.

Shut up Chris. I roll my eyes as he presses kisses to my shoulder

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[tteokdoroki]

hello beloved aali, for your prompt game i am humbly asking for— ❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜ —with best boi kirishima eijirou <3 whatever kink you think fits best :P i hope u are well ! kissing u ! 😽💞

☆༉ — EIJIROU KIRISHIMA: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.

line. ❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜

extension. marking kink + fem!reader + nsfw.

things to note. thank u sainty baby!! hope u enjoy hehe

when he faces the world, kirishima is kind and gentle. he’s a favoured amongst all for his bright ruby eyes and friendly smile. 

but when you’re alone in your bedroom, he transforms into a completely different person — he can be rough, and mean and everything you need to get off.

“that’s it baby, lift your leg for me,” kirishima coos down to you condescendingly, the pads of his fingers sinking so deep into your fleshy thigh that it might bruise. it’s one of his favourite things, seeing all the places he’s left his claim on you the morning after — just the sight of every scratch or bump and bruise sends blood rushing straight to his drippy cock and love hormones to his brain. 

when eijirou gets like this — you can barely even think about the flash of pain shooting through you as he hoists your leg up high on his shoulder, overwhelming you with the feeling of how much deeper he can get at this ankle. his head shifts to the left, condescending smirk spreading across his lips and revealing pretty rows of sharpened pearly whites. “you like it like that, don’t you baby?” 

he presses a kiss to your calf, nipping it with his teeth and smirking when your buck upwards in response. 

your brain literally lags, barely able to handle the size of kirishima has he hangs over you — pressing you into the sheets as his heavy cock stretches you open. he pushes on despite the resistance of your tiny, weeping little hole. the public wouldn’t believe you if you their beloved red riot got like this, panting like a dog in heat, a drooling mess over you whenever he got the chance to fuck you. the sight is a picture of scandal, your cream foaming a tight ring around the base of his shaft, smearing about the place every time the red head plunges into your welcoming heat. 

“oh, baby… listen to you, so fuckin’ soaked for me, oh god?” eijirou simpers lowly, a growl brewing within his broad chest at the feeling of you tightening around him. his dick slots perfectly against your squelching walls, and the crude and lewd sound of your sexes smacking together makes him so dizzy that his head drops to your neck weakly. 

“uhuh, all f’you,” you manage to gasp out from underneath him — trapped between kirishima’s bulking body as he pounds into you and the sweaty sheets that stick to your back, tainted with both of your arousals. 

the way you sound so breathless drives eijirou insane, you’ve got him losing his cool and losing himself in you — brutally swinging his hips into you without giving your swollen, salacious cunt a second thought. “god, fuck— c’mere baby, c’mere,” he seethes meanly as if you’re not already impossibly close. a weighty hand snakes around your neck, a thumb resting on your subtle Adam’s apple as kirishima pulls your throat up to his hungry mouth. “gonna mark this pretty fuckin’ throat up, needa— holy shit!”

he cuts himself off, your ribbed walls fluttering around his monstrous dick, suffocating him inside of you. instead of rambling on with slurred speech— kirishima pacifies himself by sucking on your neck, his teeth scraping your supple skin, sinking into it to leave his mark. his groans change to sweet, high pitched moans and pleasure smooths over his frenzied brain. 

he doesn’t care now, that his teeth are sharp and pointed — he only cares for the way you wail in surprise as he leaves dark hues up and down your shoulders and neck. it’s his mark of possession, that you’re his and only his. eijirou’s hot tongue soothes the blistering love bites that he leaves on you while his arm wraps around the back of your head to keep you caged in beneath him. 

“you're mine,” the red head growls between panting in pockets, lungs heaving in sync with yours — chest to chest, pelvis to pelvis. “you've always been mine.” he reaffirms, sucking just under your ear too. mostly anywhere he can get access to. “love seeing you covered in me, no one else can have you like this. right, baby?”

you’d reply if you could, but you’re too busy choking on your pitiful groans that tell him you’re close to cumming. your nails scale their way down the muscles of his back — marking eijirou up in your own way too. letting him know he’s just as much yours, as you are his.

꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[strniohoeee]

Cupid’s Arrow

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Being ghosted sucks, but being ghosted on Valentine’s Day by your boyfriend sucks even more. Is love a losing game, or is there space for redemption?💌

Warnings: None, kinda boring. Kinda ass. Sorry love yall😼💞

Song for imagine: Love Is A Losing Game- Amy Winehouse

Another Hallmark holiday, here we go….

I can’t believe this, he fucking forgot our date

My eyes squinted as the sun setting left rays peeking in between buildings causing a ghastly beam of light into my orbs.

Rolling my eyes and looking away from the window my fingers played with the hem of my babydoll shirt. It was white with red hearts on it, perfect for today.

We had planned a nice early dinner and a walk in the town for today. I wasn’t a fan of flowers or balloons or any corny traditional Valentines Day tactics. I just wanted to spend the day with the person I loved the most. Or thought I loved the most….

See we had only been together for a year, but known each other for four. Our friendship was amazing and the first 6 months of our relationship, but suddenly it all changed and I wasn’t sure why.

We fought a lot over small things, and he would be so sneaky and shady. We barely would hangout anymore and we’d barely talk or text unless he needed something….

It all started to feel transactional and that’s no way to go through a relationship. But I decided that we should take today the day of love to lay our cards out and figure this all out.

He’s really an amazing guy, and I wanted to make this work; but I began to think he didn’t want the same thing. Looking down at my phone to zero messages and zero missed calls. I sighed a large sigh.

He was now a full hour late, and honestly I knew he wasn’t going to show up. I didn’t even bother to call or text. He showed me his true colors right then and there.

Looking back out the window the sun began to set some more. The Diner was across the street from a drugstore and the amount of men running out with flowers, chocolates and balloons made me scoff. That’s exactly what I mean. It’s a Hallmark holiday so money hungry companies can make boatloads of cash off of lousy men. Why is one day out of 365 days the only day where women should be receiving gifts to show that their partners love them. Bogus….

“Sweety, would you like to order something?” I heard lightly from behind me, snapping my head around when I was met with a cute older woman. Bright red lipstick and powerful blush on. Smiling shyly as I observed her.

“Uhh, sure, could I have a menu?” I asked her

“Oh of course I’ll head up front to grab you one I’ll be back shortly” she replied

She quickly stepped away, and a busser had brought me water over. As I reached for the straw my cutlery set had fallen off the table.

“Shit” I mumbled as I tossed the straw back down

As I leaned to grab it, someone had already bent down and grabbed it. My eyes follow their movement.

“Thank you, sorry about that” I stated as I looked up at the boy and grabbed the set from his hand.

“No worries” he said quietly, I smiled gently at him

He paused for a second and his brows furrowed for a moment.

“Do I know you?” He asked me

“Uhh maybe” I said looking back at him, but I had soon realized who he was and my eyes shot open

“Matt?”

“Y/N?”

We said at the same time. Holy shit I knew he sounded so familiar. I hadn’t seen him since sophomore year of Highschool.

“No way, how have you been?” He asked me

“I’ve been good, are you here with anyone?” I asked him as I looked over his shoulder for not only the waitress but potentially someone else coming with him.

“Oh no, no I’m here alone” he said

“Well if you want you can join me” I said gesturing to the seat in front of me

“Oh I don’t know I don’t want to intrude” he said shrugging his shoulders

“No it’s okay please sit” I said

Taking a seat in front of me, it felt like Freshman year all over again.

Matt, his brothers and I had been friends since middle school. Matt and I had gotten the closest as he was super anxious and shy and I helped him out of that bubble.

Freshman year we’d walk to this diner almost everyday and do homework as we waited for my dad to come pick us up. We had gotten really close and I even developed a small little crush on him.

Sophomore year rolled around and we didn’t have much classes together, and when his anxiety got really bad he didn’t really come to school often. But we all hung out every weekend.

That was until mid school year when my dad got stationed in Oklahoma for the military. Leaving them behind hurt horribly, but we all texted as much as we could. Obviously as we got older and made new friends we stopped texting and calling, but I still kept up with them on social media until I didn’t.

The summer before going to college my father had been killed in combat. Which prompted my mom, my sibling and I to move back to our hometown in Boston.

I was shocked I hadn’t run into them not once in the four years I’ve been back until now. Crazy how life works.

“When did you get back?” He asked me, the lovely waitress had taken our orders at this point

“Four years ago” I said bluntly

“Wow” he said shocked a bit

“My dad was killed in combat and my mom wanted to lay him to rest in our hometown. So much time had passed I didn’t even think you’d remember who I was” I said giggling

“I’m sorry for your loss, are you kidding? My mom always asks about you. I should’ve kept in contact” he replied shaking his head

“Hey it’s okay, the phone goes both ways” I said offering him a reassuring smile

Our meals had come and as we began to eat, I really remembered why I was originally here.

“No Valentine?” I suddenly asked him and I wasn't sure why

Chuckling softly he swallowed before opening his mouth “no actually we broke up a few months ago and I’ve been focusing on myself. Nick is out with his boyfriend and Chris is with Nate. I wanted to be on my own. Since this is my first Valentine’s Day alone in four years” he said shrugging his shoulders as he ate another fry

“Oh wow, four years” I said shocked as I took a sip of my cherry coke

“I thought I was going to marry her, but I get to her house one day and there she is cuddled up with Dan Camineti” he says laughing

“Dan Camineti? Oh my gosh even out of Highschool he’s still a dog” I said in pure shock

“Guys like that never change” he says laughing

“You poor soul I am so sorry” I said shaking my head

“What’s your story” he states after a moment of silence

“My story?” I ask clearing my throat

“Yeah, why you’re here alone surrounded by a bunch of couples” he says giggling

I stopped for a moment as I looked at him, did I really want to tell him I wasn’t really sure. But my mouth started moving before my brain could stop it.

“Well my best friend of four years slash boyfriend of a year ghosted me this evening. We were already having trouble in paradise and we agreed that today would be the day we spoke about it and figured out where our relationship stands; and judging by his actions I know exactly where it stands.” I said firmly

“Oof what a dick, I’m so sorry” he said shaking his head

“Looks like we hit the jackpot with our love life” I said laughing

We endured more conversations as we finished our dinner. It was now 6:30 after Matt paid our bill. Stepping out into the brisk evening I wrapped my red scarf around my neck.

“Thank you for paying” I said to him as we stepped out onto the sidewalk

“Oh of course it’s the least I could do right now” he said winking playfully.

“Hey, want to walk downtown with me and look at the lights and shops?” I suddenly asked him

“Sounds cool let’s do it” he said smiling at me

We had walked around a bit and stopped into a cafe ordering some hot chocolates. We made our way over to a small bench as we sat down giggling

“No fucking way” Matt said sucking his teeth

“Way! I totally had a fat ass crush on you in high school” I said as I took a sip of my drink

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He said rolling his eyes

“Umm because every girl wanted you and I could not handle that type of rejection” I said laughing

“There would’ve been no rejection, I had a huge crush on you too” he said laughing with me

“You’re lying” I said laughing and going wide eyed

As we were chatting I kept hearing jazz music every now and then.

“What’s that?” I asked him

“Oh that’s Juno’s on the bay” he said pointing to the restaurant behind him

Everytime the door would open for people leaving and entering a soothing jazz song would ooze out and into my ears.

Smiling at the sound my eyes drifted towards the sidewalk when suddenly something caught my eye.

“Oh my god” I say as I shot up

“What?” Matt asks me just as shocked

“That’s his car” I say as I look at my “boyfriends” black mustang parked right in front of the restaurant.

“Are you sure?” He asked me

“Oh I’m sure” I say as I began to walk over to the restaurant

Before I made it to the door I looked over into the glass window when suddenly I felt my whole world crash and burn around me. There he was sitting in front of some girl. Laughing…how could he sit there and be laughing after what he just did to me.

Tears stung my waterline when suddenly his eyes met mine and grew in size. Scooting back from his chair he shot up.

My feet moved before I could register what was happening. Stomping past the restaurant the tears began to fall.

“Y/N wait! Wait!” He called out as the Jazz music faded

“WHAT? WHAT DO YOU WANT “ I asked him angrily

“Listen to me, I’m sorry I’ve been meaning to tell you, but I just couldn’t figure out how to” he said

“I should’ve known…you were distant and sneaky and you’d disappear for days on end. I can’t believe you” I said scoffing

“Listen I’m sorry, I love you but I’m not in love with you” he said.

“I hope you have the best life. We’re done. Don’t ever call or text me. Don’t come by my house and don't dare keep in contact with my mother. I never want to see you again.” I said as I wiped the tears from my face

“Don’t don’t cry” he said walking closer

“Leave me alone” I said backing up

“Listen I’m sorry” he said inching closer

“She said leave her alone” Matt suddenly states as he walks by my side

“Matt… you’re worried about me and you’re out with him?” He says scoffing

“He’s my friend..and has been since middle school. Don’t turn this on me” I said getting angry

“Yeah friend sure let’s see how long that lasts” he says laughing

“Come on man, don’t be such a dick just go back to your new girl and leave her alone ” Matt said stepping in front of me

Rolling his eyes and scoffing at Matt he stepped away and went back to the restaurant.

Turning to me Matt begins to laugh

“Tanner Crowley? Come on Y/N he’s dumber than a door knob” he said laughing which then caused me to laugh

“He really is, but he’s so damn cute” I said giggling as we began to walk away

“You’ll find better fish in the sea” Matt said winking at me again

“Now let’s get you home” He said as we crossed the street

We lived near the downtown area so it was a nice little 25 minute walk. We spent most of the walk sharing funny memories and giggling like we were in school again.

“Oh my gosh remember when our parents caught Nate and my sister kissing freshman year” I said laughing

“Holy shit I do! My brothers and I were there at his house when his parents were scolding him it was the funniest shit ever” he said snorting

“And my sister made some dumb story up about practicing mouth to mouth for CPR training” I said laughing

“That was hilarious, man the good old days” he said clearing his throat

“They were” I replied

Sooner than later we approached my moms house. Matt had walked me to the front door.

“I had so much fun today, thank you for that” I said smiling at him

“Thank you for allowing me to sit with you as we chatted about our sad love lives” he said nodding his head

“Always!” I responded giggling

“We should hang out again soon” he said scratching the back of his neck

“I’d so love that, my mom would die to see you and your family again” I said smiling at him

“Cool… we will….uh… I will set that up” he said a bit nervous

“Goodnight Matt” I said lowly

It was a good 10 seconds of staring into each other's eyes when suddenly we both leaned in. Our lips crashed together in a cute passionate kiss. A kiss that would make me squeal when I spoke about it. A kiss that was like butterflies and fireworks in my stomach.

Pulling away we looked at each other's eyes again.

“I’ll see you around” I said smiling shyly at him as I opened the front door

“I guess I’ll see you around too, have a good night” he responded back

“Good night” I said giggling before slipping into my house and shutting the door behind me.

Who would’ve thought I’d be shot by cupid's arrow so suddenly….

The End

Idk what the freak prompted me to write this, but I could not get this idea out of my head since yesterday. Even though I’ve been gone for so long I still appreciate the support and love I’m still getting 🫶🏽🖤. Not sure when I’ll post again, so until next time I love ya 🖤

-J💅🏽

[cherriesnkisses]

HEADCANON IDEAAAAA

So like obvi Harry is known for dating models/thinner women, but what would he be like in his first public relationship with a curvier girly??? 💞💞💞💋

i don’t know how well i kept this on track because i tried to keep it a little PG lol

- well one thing is for sure: he would make it abundantly clear that he loves your body

- he wouldn’t give two fucks if you were thicker or curvier or taller or shorter than any previous girls he’s dated

- quite frankly, his only disappointment is that you didn’t come along sooner

- he’s never really been a touchy guy in public, since he’s so used to being on alert for cameras anywhere he ever goes. he’s even more alert if you’re with him (some may say…protective)

- but at the end of the day, he is a man who loves his woman and loves her curves. sometimes his hands wander! you can’t blame him!

- if you two are just stopping by the store to get some things, his hand is probably on your hip just absentmindedly

- if you two are in a club and he’s got a few drinks on him, definitely expect some touchiness

- he also will always insist you sit in his lap if the situation is appropriate

- watching movies at home, not enough seats in a booth while getting drinks with friends, showing you something in the studio when you stop by, talking about your day when you get home, etc

- there is nothing he loves more than you sat on his lap with his chin on your shoulder, one hand on your hip and the other on your thigh

- or you on his lap rambling on and on about your day, but he just has a stupid smile on his face because holy shit what did he ever do in his life to get this lucky and who does he have to thank?

- one time in the first few months of your relationship, you had an event to go to together and you wore this long dress that complimented your figure beautifully. his jaw? on the floor.

- you look phenomenal in anything you wear, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t get a little giddy when plans came up that provided an excuse for you to wear something like that again

- but, in all seriousness, there have been a few occasions where you’ve voiced your insecurities

- they partially stemmed from just society standards in general and your own mindset, but they also came from his ex girlfriends

- the first time he pried this information out of you after he noticed you were down, he was truly astonished

- i mean, look at you! look! at! you!

- you’ve got the most gorgeous beautiful stunning body he’s ever seen in his life, and you’re telling him you’re insecure?

- well, he shut that down instantly

- and he’s quick to shut down any possibilities down the line of any further insecurities blossoming

- one time, he stopped by a random shop to pick up some milk, and noticed stacks of some magazine with a clip on the cover of you two, and a horrifyingly shameful comment on your figure

- he ditched the milk, bought every single copy of this magazine, then tossed them in the garbage can on his way out

- he had to come up with a lie when he got home and you asked him where the milk was

[lsunstreakerl]

i know you're very much all dark!bull right now but holy shit that omega verse snippet 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 max and his accidental garage pack (GP my beloved 💞), max not being in the drivers pack (💔💔), max and the potential alpha's 😵‍💫😵‍💫 god I just love omegaverse and the potential dynamics and implications, it's 🤌🏼🤌🏼

thank you for writing!! 💜💕

I've never written omegaverse before so we're learning together 😭 I'm glad it's good!

the garages aren't usually packs just because like. the mechanics will sometimes form pack bonds, and the strategist/engineers might also occasionally, but it's not usually the entire garage. max trying to pack bond everyone is because he views all of them as pack, since he works with all of them closely.

generally you wouldn't find a tire gunner and PR rep pack bonding though. heat crisis max did not care about this, and made everyone scent him in a pack pile anyways.

max letting everyone in the drivers pack think he's an angry beta instead of being honest. lewis and seb letting their bias cloud their judgment instead of being like "pup. paddock pup. where tf is his supervision" (if max were openly alpha or omega they maybe would have tried to intervene, but because he's a "beta" it got brushed under the rug.)

[supd00dle]

Hello! I just wanna say a couple of things

LOVE LOVE LOVE your art style and Organic M Sonic AU. I always have a big dumb grin seeing your art on my timeline and I wish you the best of health, yummy snacks, vibes and all good things heading your way! 💞💞💞 Truly incredible

I have been snooping on your site ( im embarrassed to say every day lol ) and I noticed some old art of what looks like organic Metal Knuckles? Will you do anything thing with him and Tails doll in the future?

3. Also what are your thoughts on Android Shadow from Heroes/SHTH, Hard Boiled Heavies from Mania and Fang MK2 from superstars? Since they are in the eggman robot family ( ? )

Anyway I hope you have a fantastic day and keep up the good work! :) 🎉🌟

Here's a 2 min doodle as a gift! Sorry my drawings are chicken scratch lol

I have a couple of things I wanna say to you too.

1. Thank you so much for your kind words and support!! I'm happy to hear you feel that way about my work! 💕 I wish you the very best and I hope you have a good day or a good night! ✨

2. "Organic" Metal Knuckles was just a concept.. nothing much to it as I was only focusing on Metal. BUT!!! As I'm developing new ideas and other stuff. I'm rethinking of a new design for both Metal Knuckles and Tails (doll) in the future!!!

3. Android Shadow is pretty cool. Piss man yellow man. I know there's more colors than yellow but that one is my favorite.

I never got to finish Mania but I love the Hard Boiled Heavies from their awesome colorful design. I actually drew Heavy King not too long ago...

Unfortunately, I haven't played Superstars yet but, holy shit?? BIG FANG MECHA ROBOT??

Anyways, Thank you so much for your support and the AWESOME DOODLE!! I LOVE IT!

[boopiemadz]

𝕊𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕝𝕒𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕒 <𝟛

(!𝘔𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘈𝘜)

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yrgirlharp nationals ✅ best weekend ever i luv the oregon coast 🫶🏻

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ass.natsc if only we won smh

yrgirlharp @/ass.natsc hey i will take 2nd place any day. your just a sore loser

ass.natsc @/yrgirlharp am not. i will say i still havent taken those braids out from the last slide yet 😭

jakjaktaylor when did you take that first pic! send that to me pls!!

yrgirlharp @/jakjaktaylor lol it was right after warmups, and ofc ❤️

palmermyvan yr so sexy 😘

taissa.turner @/palmermyvan girl are you cheating on me?!?

yrgirlharp @/taissa.tirner uh, im going to stay out of this...

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yrgirlharp

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yrgirlharp fell over, killed the arcade, night out with the girls, lifes good 💗

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travmartinez cant believe you posted that

yrgirlharp @/travmartinez oops 🤭

lottiesdiary super fun night ♥️

jakjaktaylor since when do u and Travis hangout?

yrgirlharp @/jakjaktaylor since YOUR MOM

alliesoccergirl @/yrgirlharp very mature...

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yrgirlharp sigh... love you all

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lauralovesjesus aw love you too!

ass.natsc you had a bug in your hair

yrgirlharp @/ass.natsc your like the mother monkey picking bugs out of her childrens furr

lottiesdiary ⚽️⚽️⚽️ also whats with you posting Travis?

yrgirlharp @/lottiesdairy ⚽️⚽️⚽️ to you too. js posting my friends :)

lottiesdiary @/yrgirlharp ok...

travmartinez where are you getting these pictures of me 💀

yrgirlharp @/travmartinez my camera roll duh!

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yrgirlharp the vibes 🌹🪩 (ft nat flipping me off)

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ibarra_mari lookin like a snack 😝

jakjaktaylor girl whos on the first slide?? 🤨

shaunashipwreck @/jakjaktaylor IKR shes rlly out here with some man and not telling us??

palmermyvan girl are you with a BOY?!? have i taught you nothing...

yrgirlharp @/palmermyvan i have free will

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yrgirlharp 🤫🤫🤫 (ft Van flipping me off this time)

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crystalwithak SLEEPOVER!! 🥳🥳

taissa.turner k wtf mind explaining who tf is GROPING you in these pics?

yrgirlharp @/taissa.turner only if you ask nicly

taissa.turner @/yrgirlharp please????

yrgirlharp @/taissa.turner nope :)

palmermyvan 🖕this is for you letting a man touch your tits

jakjaktaylor @/palmermyvan 😂😂 seriously though? who is that?

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yrgirlharp to the boy who captured my heart 💞

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travmartinez love you harper 🌹

taissa.turner @/travmartinez WHAT no fucking way

ibarramari @/taissa.turner im SHOOK!!

shaunashipwreck @/taissa.turner NEVER wouldve thought

yrgirlharp @/shaunashipwreck suprise!

palmermyvan holy shit

ass.natsc @/palmermyvan holy shit indeed

crystalwithak congrats you guys!!

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yrgirlharp so grateful for each one of you- yes even you @/benjaminscott

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jakjaktaylor rip bra-cho-chip jackie 😓

taissa.turner yw for stealing yr phone and taking that beautiful pic

yrgirlharp @/taissa.turner i didnt even notice you took it till i looked at my camera roll planning this post 😭😭

lottiesdiary aw you guys are so cute. happy for you!

travismartinez @/lottiesdiary thank you! couldnt be happier 🙂

assnat.sc i would barf. but you guys are pretty cute.

yrgirlharp @/ass.natsc thanks? i guess?

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[1lovecarlee]

i hope u don’t mind but you drew ur oc sally!! I love her so so much ans she needs to drop the haircut she asked for asap 🙏 (+Carley)

HOLY SHIT OMG IM IN LOVE WITH THIS THANKS SO MUCH AAAJDUDHDHKWKWKALKDJDHH‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💞💗💞💞💞💗💞💕💕 IM EATING THIS AND YOU CANT TELL ME NOO‼️‼️‼️‼️💗💖💕💞💞

[bearw-me]

Light smut for Adam (hazbin hotel) with a female reader that is like skinny fat? Big hips, flat but still not completely flat stomach and big boobies, I think he would see reader for the first time by her holding with her hands her tits when aggressively getting down the stairs in front of him so they can't bounce🙏🙏 by light smut I mean just him making dirty jokes and maybe staring at some part of her body

Anyways thanks if you do it and sorry if I wrote something wrong, English isn't my first language💞💞

i LOVE your prompt 😭😭 + don't apologize! I understood perfectly! <3

𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐬 — 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦

𐐒 ft : adam x fem!reader 𐐒 cw : light smut/suggestive, no use of y/n, described reader, maskless adam, adam's a bit of a womanizer, adam is shameless plz be reminded 𐐒 summary : at one of adam's parties, he spies a total fucking babe coming down the stairs... and plans to stay by her side all night 𐐒 wk : 890 𐐒 note : if i apologized for my dirty mind/language unfortunately we'd be here all day! just-enjoy this my readers :)

The party was already in full swing.

Adam, the first man, was known throughout heaven to throw such. . . parties. If God could call it that.

Events intended for angels and the most beautiful ascended souls of Earth to celebrate, to fucking party, to have fun, and to give Adam a chance to check out the women and their. . . assets.

The 'first man' glanced around the room with a small frown, sipping from a drink he'd nursed all night.

"Oh, yeah, that so?" He muttered, only half-listening to a blonde girl next to him as she gave him the usual shit: Giggling, tossing her head back to expose the supple flesh of her collarbones. Staring up innocently at him through her long lashes. Trying to lean closer to him, purposefully giving him an eyeful of her chest.

Adam smiled, the gesture nearly a fucking grimace, as he withstood her mind-numbing yapping. He rolled his eyes, letting his hand slip to the small of her back, knowing that his heart just wasn't in it.

What the fuck was up with him?

His eyes droned over the room. Gaze snagged by pretty faces, curves and stilettos. None of them really jumped out at him.

Until. . .

His eyes snapped to a woman at the top of the mansion's grand staircase. Young and tripping over herself laughing.

You had nearly raced down the stairs in heels, sniffling up your laughter and yelping every time your ankle gave into the weight of your movements. You held your chest close, smushing the cups of your dress up, hoping to stop your boobs from bouncing. Or heaven forbid someone see you like this-gawking at the sight.

When you reached the last stair, your left heel couldn't take the abuse any longer, snapping and sending you tumbling forward.

"Holy shit girl!" Adam had caught you in his arms before you fell, your figure stumbling hard enough into his chest that it fucking winded him.

You giggled, still planted firmly into his chest in a sort of lazy hug. Adam's arms thrown over your back. His rough hands sliding dangerously low down your back at the sudden contact,

"Sorry!" You hummed, glancing up to meet his golden eyes. Both of your breaths hitching. "You're. . . You're Adam," you said softly, the breath of your parted lips kissing his neck. Faces forced so close together. His brown hair haloed quiet literally against the rooms soft light.

Adam smirked, getting a good view of your chest pressed up against his in your clumsiness. "That's right, babe," he winked, shamelessly ogling your body, even daring to squeeze your back firmly to make his hand placement known to you.

He could've groaned at the feeling.

But sucked it up and held his restraints.

You blushed, trying to stand up from his arms in a haste, only to falter again and cling onto his shoulder for support.

"Back again?" He teased, backing off enough to let you hold onto his chest.

"I'm really sorry!" You offered with a sheepish smile, reaching down to fiddle with the straps of your heels. Nearly ripping the fucking things off your feet "These damned things!"

"Hey, I wouldn't put myself through the fucking torture. . ." He joked, managing to sneak a peak at the small of your back while you leaned down.

God you were sexy.

"But they do make your legs look good," he continued with a nod, drawing his gaze back to your struggles.

You discarded the pair of broken shoes, throwing them haphazardly to the wall with a laugh.

Finally able to stand on your own, you let go of him.

"For fucks sake," you sighed, still smiling despite the circumstances, and turning to fully face him now.

Adam watched you now, intently and more considerately, fully able to appreciate you.

The dress you wore hugged your body nicely, cinched at the perfect points and accentuating your feminine features. Adam tried to force himself to look away, even feign respect for you for a damned moment, but his gaze lingered too long. Almost fully planted at your chest. "Fuck," he mouths.

"Are you going to ask me my name or keep staring like a creep?" You asked, putting a hand on your hip and raising an eyebrow at him.

That finally seemed to snap him out of whatever spell you'd cast on him.

"Oh uh."

Before he could muster out a sorry excuse, you told him your name with a smile, still blushing at his surprising forwardness.

He repeated you name, with a whisper, as if trying to commit it to memory. Testing the syllables against his tongue.

"I'm-" He began to introduce confidently before you stopped him again. The sounds of your giggles lighting a fire in his groin.

"I know who you are. Remember?" You teased.

Adam chuckled at the breath of fresh air you provided him, even managing a blush. Never the type of man to be caught so hesitant or nervous before.

You watched him stroll closer, closing the distance between the two of your bodies with that handsome smirk of his. His hand bravely settling onto the curve of your back, pulling you flush against him.

"Can I get you a drink?" He offered, quietly hoping to get the chance to stay by your side all night.