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[merylittlefreak]

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[aribluedreams]

Slytherin Boys Reacts

Slytherin Boys x fem!reader!

Summary: Things you do that they find attractive.

Warnings: none. Pure fluff.

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Mattheo Riddle

When you hold onto him.

Mattheo likes to feel your hands wrapping around his arm at every moment he can. Feeling your hands roaming around, holding into his bicep firmly, sometimes even resting your cheek against it. He liked it when there was fabric in the middle, when there was nothing of the sort –making him want to use slevesless t shirts more often-, and even when you two were laying down on his bed with nothing in between you both.

He just loves it. When you are walking next to him and you hold his arm for support. When you need to adjust your shoes and you hold onto him. When you hug his arm while standing next to each other, seeking confort in him without even realizing. He doesn't shows it, but all those gestures makes him lose his whole mind in seconds.

 “Hi Matty” you whisper, locking oyur arm with his, resting against his bicep “I missed you today”

“Hello, my love”

Maybe he just like to feel you close.

Tom Riddle

When you get mad:

To be honest, you didn’t really get mad that much. It was in rare ocassions or something really important because in general you were a chill person that didn’t care much about what others think about you. So it was weird for you to even raise your voice at people.

Except, of course, if they are talking about your boyfriend. Yeah, Tom was a sadistic prick most of the time with those who deserved it. (And with those who don't too) You knew he won’t hesitate to hex someone, specially if they are looking at you for more than two seconds in the wrong way. So, naturally, you were as protective of him as he was of you, normally making people cry with just a few words.

Different to Tom who used his wand, you went straight to the words. And how much he enjoys that. He just think you are the most attractive creature in the whole world –magical and non magical- just for being mean to someone else. Even if they deserved it or no. He just liked hearing your voice, elegantly shutting down someone else.

“That was the most attractive thing my eyes have ever seen… and I see you everday, love”

And he’ve never hesitated to tell you it.

Theodore Nott

When you speak in italian.

Theo was a little surprise when he realice your learnt italian just for him. You were always catching some phrases here and then, and with some books help, you manage to understand more than you will ever imagine. But this time he notice that you weren’t just cassualy learning it, but more like you were really taking your time to translate something else other than his curses.

That’s why he was so surprise when he heard you actually speaking it. The first time he heard you? Oh boy, he was in heaven. Yeah, you have a little accent impossible to avoid, and some words were a bit rusty. But he didn’t mind. He loved it. He even looked at you in silence for a whole moment, making you ask yourself if you said something really bad. Honestly, you woulnd’t be surprise because you’ve been practicing some words with Mattheo and you ended up cursing him withouth him even knowing. But no, your boyfriend’ silence came from the fact that he was shocked. Something he let you know when he smirked like he won the lottery, asking you to say something else in his native language just for him.

You might not be allow to speak english ever again.

“Are you trying to kill me or something, tesoro?” he lean in for a deep kiss “Because it’s working”

It was working better than any curse.

*Tesoro: My treasure”

Regulus Black

When you sleep on his bed.

Regulus knew you have troubles sleeping sometimes, for not saying most of the nights. It was kinda hard for you to close your eyes and relax when there was no one next to you, him to be more specific. There has to be lights on, meaning the plastic stars glued to your ceiling -a gift from him-, so you could rest at night when he wasn’t there.

But even like that sometimes you just couldn’t manage to rest properly. Thats why you sneak around the hallways to get to his dorms, getting under the blankets to lay down next to him, hugging him from behind to feel his presence there with you.

Sometimes, you even go there when he isn’t in the room, covering your body with the blankets and inhaling the perfume on his pillow. One that he didn’t tell you, but it was him who sprayed it with his cologne almost every day for you to be able to feel him there even if he wasn’t physically.

The image he loves the most is when he comes back from quiddicht practice, just to find you hugging said pillow, sleeping like you normally can’t just because you feel him near you with just that smell.

“Reg?”

“I’m here, pretty” he tossed his jumper to the side “Keep sleeping, I’m right here”

He was, indeed, right next to you.

Blaise Zabini.

When you maintain his eye contact.

You weren’t really shy when it came to him. You were confortable around Blaise, enough to do a lot of things you would never do with someone else. And that includes not giving in when he helds eye contact with you.

And he likes that. He likes how you keep looking at him after you caught him staring right at you, offering him a little smile of fake innocence. As if you didn’t just melt him with just that gesture. As if you weren’t aware of what you did to him with just a simple look at your eyes.

“Blaise, are you with us, mate?”

“Not now, Malfoy. I’m having a staring contest”

One he wasn’t planning on loosing.

Draco Malfoy.

When you wear heels.

Draco comes from a family that is used to have elegant parties at least once a month. It’s not something new to anyone, even less for you. But, to tell the truth, it was something you had to get used to when you started dating him. The fancy dishes, the stares, the expensive dresses.

And the heels, of course.

You weren’t used to wear them until he bought you your first pair of heels. He did it because he saw you looking at them at Hogsmade, thinking you would want to have them for the next gala. But in the end, he fooled himself considering he just had to see you, ending up mesmerized by just how good you walk in them. It was like he fall in love all over again the first time he saw you using his gift.

“I think you hae a little drool over there”

“Mother, stop bullying me”

[writingangst]

Russian Roulette

Summary: Simon Riley takes notice that the reader has a specific way of reloading her gun, which results in him being paranoid to the point he misreads the situation.

Simon Ghost Riley x Reader

Warnings: violence, angst, cursing, torture, hurt/no comfort.

Words: 2.3K

Part two

This was a prompt from Character.AI by user @/kstzii and I had to make this account to post because it really hit the angst spot for me. Hopefully, it does the same for you.

The echo from your sniper rifle was stifled by its silencer as you scored another bullseye. You felt someone's gaze burn into the back of your head. But once you turned, you couldn't see anyone. Must've been my imagination. You reassured yourself as you went back to attempt another shot. No bullets. You quickly reload and reposition yourself to fire off another round.

“What the hell was that?” Your lieutenant's voice called out. You swiftly turned to him. “Reload again.”

“What?” You were caught off guard, the slight hint of a Russian accent slipping out. Shit. You instantly clear your throat to switch back to your usual British accent.

“Are you deaf? I said reload again!” He repeats, his voice booming.

You rearange yourself from your position lying on your stomach, onto your knees, the head of your riffle touching the dirt beneath you. You look at him through slightly narrowed eyes. “Now, why would I reload when I just switched to a perfectly good mag?”

His jaw clenched. You noticied how he was trying to hold himself back. He did this often. You were sharp with your tongue and tended to use it on him often. In more ways than one. Though this time, he didn’t quite seem like he was enjoying it.

“You know exactly what I mean. That was a Russian reload,” he crossed his arms over his chest, the veins in his arms were prominent. It brought you back… No. This was serious.

You laughed it off, seeming unbothered. You were cool. Calm. Collected. Everyone knew you weren’t one to be thrown off your game easily. But this certainley was doing just that. You weren’t about to let him see that though.

With a scoff, you turn your back to him to get a better hold of your gun. “I reckon you haven’t slept, Lieutenant. Could be playing tricks on your sight.”

“I know exactly what I saw,” his tone was cold, but with his clenched fists you knew this was a ticking time bomb. “Do. It. Again.” He ordered in a firm tone. It left no room for any arguments.

You’re stagnant only slightly. There was uneasiness in your stomach at what this could mean. You knew Simon, and you knew Ghost. This was the latter, but you weren’t going to let this play out the way he wanted it to.

“And if not?” You challenge as you turned towards him, eyes sincere as you looked deep into his conflicted ones. “This gonna end in friendly fire?”

In long strides he stepped forward, coming to a halt right in front of you. He pulled you up by your elbow, but you never lost your grip on your weapon. With him being 6’4, you had to crane your neck to look him in the eye. His towering frame was imposing, making you feel small.

He leaned closer, just like he had so many times before. His body only a few inches from yours, but instead of it having the burning effect it usually did, now you were just feeling uncomfortable with the interaction. He was doing this on purpose. He was trying to intimidate you.

“What do you have to lose?” He countered, his voice low, a rumble to his chest.

You took it as a challenge.

With a clenched jaw, you took a step back from him as he severed his grip on your skin. You rid of the magazine wedged within your sniper and your eyes never leave his as you do so. Taking another mag from your tactical gear, you shift to do a simple tactical reload.

He watched you intently, his eyes glued to your every move. You didn’t break a single swet. And even though it seemed like something inherently intimate, you knew it was everything but. Once you finished and kept your straight face on him, he stepped towards you again.

He looked pissed as his eyes flickered to the mag that you just placed into your gun.

“That…” he stated through gritted teeth, gripping your chin with force between his thumb and his forefinger. You were forced to look at him head on. “…isn’t a British reload. Now tell me, who are you really?”

“I’m a simple sniper, sir,” you reply without skipping so much as a beat. “I was chosen for this task because of my outstanding sniper skills.”

Silence ensued.

Then you continued. “But you knew that already. You read my file,” you hissed back at him. “And you’ve trained with me for months, been in my bed, so what exactly are we implying here, Lieutenant?”

He kept his grip on your chin, his fingers digging into your skin. You noticed how he continued to get frustrated that nothing was out in the open like he previously thought it was. He expected you to be defiant, not secretive. A piece was missing and he was paranoid. Something wasn’t right.

Suddently, you’re smashed against the closest tree and your rifle was hitting the ground. You wince as a gruff pained noise falls from your lips once the air is knocked out of you. His vast hand squeezed your neck. Not enough to cut your air supply. Yet. But enough for it to be uncomfortable to breath. There was a sense of betrayal in his eyes and you knew he had assumed the worst.

“You’re a lying Russian spy,” he murmured into your ear with such force you thought you’d faint.

You struggled against him. “I am not Russian, nor am I a spy,” you rasp out as best you can, but you feel him crushing your windpipe. You wouldn’t lie to yourself. You feel hurt. He was one of the closest people you had since joining the 141 task force. Which made you angry. That’s when hurt vacated to make room for the feeling of deception. “But I will not explain myself to you when I have a job to do.”

You attempted to push him off but he was stronger and bulkier than you, making it almost impossible. You understood there that there would be no reasoning with him. Sleep deprivation and high stress levels were obvious indicators of this. You both had been on the field for days, and he had been the one doing most of the lookouts in order for you to get a bit of shuteye. You won’t be a good shot with heavy lids, sweetheart. He once said to you.

“What were you sent to do, huh?” He asked, his voice had lost its edge and now he just sounded distant. “Spy? Assassinate me?”

“Paranoid motherfucker,” you hissed, holding onto his forearm to steady yourself against his grip. “Screw you.”

His eyes narrowed, his grip loosening only slightly. “You sound surprised. You can’t honestly tell me that you expected me to not investigate the mysterious sniper with a Russian reload and accent?”

“And I’m almost certain you couldn’t find a Goddamn thing about anything and that’s why you got me cornered,” you stated as a matter of fact. “I’m not whoever the hell you think I am, and this paranoia is serving to have this mission go south if you don’t let me get to my gun.”

He laughed this time. Honestly, laughed.

You scrunched up your nose. Fuck you, Ghost.

“You don’t think I have dirt on you, sweetheart? I have files on you, more than you can count. I know you, better than you think,” he paused for a second. “I know your weaknesses, likes, dislikes. Everything.”

You laugh bitterly. “I don’t doubt that. Hey, I even had a hand in the shit you know because I trusted you. That still doesn’t mean you know jack shit about what happened in Russia. You’re so inclined? Ask Price!”

“I asked Price!” His hand gave your neck a quick squeeze and you saw how his body trembled. “He didn’t know a damn thing. Said your file was locked and he was denied access. Now why the hell would that be, huh?”

You snorted. “He said that to protect me. I had the whole record wiped. None of this concerns you, Lieutenant. We all went through shit, and you think you’re the only one that’s allowed to be a ghost? Fuck you!”

His eyes narrowed at your words. “Why would he protect you if you have nothing to hide? That makes no sense and you know it.”

“Because my trauma is my trauma! And you have no business budding into it!” 

“And if it’s something that could jeopardize the entire task force?” He muttered, his patience wearing thin. “If it could get everyone killed?”

“You’re an idiot if you think Price would let me anywhere near this damn task force if he considered me a risk,” your voice was cool, but your heart was thumping in your chest. You attempting one last shove that surprisingly caused him to let go. You wheezed when the pressure was off your trachea and you coughed to catch your breath. 

He watched you silently.

Once you composed yourself, you looked back at him as you held your neck. “I thought we were fucking friends, Ghost.”

“Friends?!” He spat exasperatedly. “You really think I would consider you my friend when I know you’re lying? You think I make friends with people I don’t trust?” His eyes were cold, his tone cruel and bitter. “Tell me why I shouldn’t put a bullet between your eyes for the simple deceit.”

Aside from the pain emitting from your neck, there was a hollow ache in your chest that was capturing your attention as well. You would relive the trauma if that would mean getting the job done. But when it came to Simon Riley, he was as good as dead to you.

“I was held hostage by Russian forces for 18 months.”

His stance faltered at that. You don’t think you had ever seen him lose his footing like he had in that instance. And his eyes… Christ, he had never changed his expression so fast. What the hell was that? Pity? He could go screw himself.

You continued. “Anything you can think of in torture, triple that. What kept me alive for so long was the fact they wanted to use me. The only way I got out of the constant abuse was the training. So excuse me if I picked up on a thing or two. Even the Godawful accent that creeps into the British one,” you cleared your throat. “I’m not your enemy, Ghost. But you’re right. I’m not your damn friend either.”

As you explained your past, his eyes never left yours as he listened carefully. He expected many things, but he hadn’t taken into consideration you being a literal prisoner to Russian forces. For once in his life, he was speechless. The thought that you had lived through a year and a half of torture at the hands of the Russians was something he could barely imagine.

His gaze had softened, but he hardened again when something wasn’t clicking for him. “Doesn’t explain why your file is locked.”

You snorted humorlessly. “Ever heard of Price’s little sister?”

His eyes widened at the mention of her. The captain was hush hush about the matter, but it was a well known fact he had family within the military. And that she was KIA some time ago. “What about her?”

“You’re looking at her.”

Those were the last words he expected to come out of your mouth. Shock and surprise flashed behind his mask as he finally realized what this meant.

“You’re…” He paused, trying to process the bomb that just exploded in his face. “You’re Price’s sister?”

“In the flesh,” you replied with the same cold tone he had been using earlier with you. “You’re not the only one trying to be ghost. You’ve just never been questioned by the task force on it like you just did to me.” 

What could he say to that?

“I took a bullet for you, Lieutenant,” you reminded him. “What fucking spy does that for the opposite team?”

His jaw clenched and you saw how his mask flexed due to it. His eyes showed how he replayed that memory in his head. It was something he thought about constantly. You had saved him, and he hadn’t seen it coming. He had been so focused on you being a spy that he hadn’t stopped to consider that you were actually on his side.

“I never should have questioned you,” he admitted, his voice quiet as he met your gaze again.

Your hand shot up to stop him from saying anything else on the matter. “It’s done. We’re done here.”

He watched as you walked away to pick up your gun, his mind racing with thoughts but they were too fast for his tongue. He knew he had messed up. He had completely misjudged the situation with the accusations thrown at you when in reality your connection to the task force was stronger than even his.

The irony in the situation wasn’t lost on him, but he didn’t find it funny.

“Wait,” He sighed, taking strides to catch up to you.

“This is unprofessional, Lieutenant,” you stated, dusting off your weapon as you checked for any malfunctions. “We’re in the middle of an active operation. I’m done talking.”

He exhaled a frustrated sigh as you dismissed his attempt at talking to you. He knew you were right, that the mission was what mattered now. But he couldn’t help the feeling that he needed to apologize. It was clawing at his chest, the emotion raw in his throat, asking to be let out in word vomit.

“You can’t honestly expect us to just ignore what happened and continue on like normal?”

Silence followed.

You didn’t even look at him.

“Go back to being Ghost, because Simon Riley is fucking dead to me.”

[yukiiisx]

c.ai when

i did not spend like hours here n bro jus goes like this omg

[celestialzdiviner]

➸ Sugar Daddy Sylus?!

Tiktok credit: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS2NL4YvJ/

Scenario:

If {{user}} told anyone that her husband — aka Sylus — likes clinging onto her as she cooks, no one would believe her. Because why would they? The leader of Onychinus, the most feared man in N109 Zone — clinging onto a woman? They would scoff at that thought. However… That is exactly what is happening right now. As {{user}} tries to cook food for their dinner, Sylus is right behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist as his chin is placed on top of her head. His thumb would occasionally caress her exposed skin as they listen to the music being played in the vinyl record. “Can you get me the pot?” {{user}} asked, not stopping her chopping. Sylus hummed, tightening his arms around her waist for a second before letting go and opening the cupboard. “Anything else?” He asked as he grabbed the pot and gently placed it beside her on the counter. Suddenly thinking of something that might be fun, {{user}} smiled as she stopped chopping — turning around to face him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Yeah, I need a million dollars!” {{user}} giggled as she leaned closer to Sylus. “It’ll be in your bank account in the morning.” Sylus, not knowing that she said it as a joke, immediately agreed as he placed his hands on her waist once again — pulling her closer to him, practically leaving no space between their bodies.

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[dan1elaa]

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ NEW ANDREW GRAVES BOT !!

• ANDREW GRAVES …

೯⠀⁺ “What are you doing here? ᰋ

— in which . : when you want to get away from your complicated relationship with Andrew and the current situation you were in, just for the soul purpose of boredom starting to get to you so you decided to sneak out to your only sorta best friends house, but Andrew somehow managed to find you …

[brklnnvv]

ℂ.𝕒𝕚 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕘

just a little note from me, i think it's pretty obvious which characters i created when i first started, they're not as well developed of course, but i would just like to say, the daemon, matt, jack and morgan bots, are in fact my most recent, and most well developed (better responses, deeper convos and such and such). so don't expect as much from the rest lol, still hope u love it <3

4/14/2025

It has come to my attention that there’s bots that appear in my catalog don’t appear on my account, the links work, you just won’t find them on the app, just straight from here.

𝕯𝖆𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓 𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓 *🍷| brothel indulgences *🤰🏼| a lovely surprise *🌼| to comfort (Targ niece) *🪻| to comfort (Hightower girl) *🫅| Taking you for a dance *🌻| the flower of the Hightowers *🤰 | starting your labourings *👑| sleeping beauty au *💔| speaking up. *🌡️| he falls ill (Hightower girl)

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 - 𝓛𝓪𝓼𝓽 𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓘𝓷 𝓢𝓸𝓱𝓸 *💋| love at first sight

𝕵𝖔𝖍𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖊𝖘𝖊 *🛤️ | hiding away *📠| the man in the suit 𝕷𝖊𝖙𝖔 𝕬𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖘 *👑| distant husband

𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖙 𝕾𝖒𝖎𝖙𝖍 *💋| more than friends *🏠| house hunting *🫀| a tangling of heartstrings

𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖓 - 𝕻𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖅𝖊𝖗𝖔 *🪡 | his sanctuary

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[m00nprincessai]

Dohwa Baek

Now I know that I did something wrong. 'Cause I missed you. [ANY POV] - 8 years later

Dohwa Baek came from nothing and now had everything. Fame, Money, Success--- he's South Korea's most famous idol turned actor. He could have anything he desired, except for the only thing he ever truly wanted. You. His former high school classmate-- the one who made his mundane existence brighter-- the one he couldn't have. He hasn't seen you since he left those eight long years ago, but that doesn't stop him from thinking about you on nights like this when he's drowned his feelings in a bottle of soju. So what is he to do when you're suddenly standing right in front of him all these years later?

[starkeydreams111]

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[kisseswithstyles]

hey ya'll!! I'm a new C.ai creator (literally started today :p) but i just wanted to share my first bot and see what you all think!!

Harry Styles, 2013 - He Came Home.

[m3phist0pheles]

just made an ao3 account and posted my first fic

[merylittlefreak]

Harry Styles (2010) - Your boyfriend dumps you on prom day

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[aribluedreams]

Slytherin Boys Reacts

Slytherin Boys x fem!reader!

Summary: You kiss them out of the blue.

Warnings: none. Pure fluff. You can find this in my old tiktok.

Masterlist!

Mattheo Riddle.

At first you thougt it was going to be really difficult to take Mattheo by surprise. He was always very aware of his sorroundings and didn’t really let his guard down. Sometimes not even with his brother, who he obviously knew his whole life. So, you were a bit surpresie that your plan worked. Because you found him alone in one of the corridors near the Slytherin Common room, resting against the wall while trying to lit up a cigarrette.

You say it as the perfect oportunity, sneaking around to get closer to him as subtley as possible, before jumping on him to kiss his cheek the same way he did yesterday, when you weren’t paying attention to anything. It was simple, fast, and now you had to run for your life before he got the chance to process what you just did.

“What…?”

You manage to hear his voice, asking himself what just happened. But you didn’t stay to listen to it, trying to run away from him as far as possible, with no luck at all. Because it took him a second to come back to life, moving behind you to wrap both arms around your waist, raising you from the ground a bit, manteining you captive in between his embrace.

“Nooo”

You didn’t even have time to enjoy your victory, not even laugh about it, because he already got you in his arms, ready to not let you go again. Although, the good thing about it is that you heard him chuckle near your ear, sending a shiver down your spine that told him everything he needed to know. It made you relaxed even, letting your weight go on him while he turned you around to face you. To kiss you properly.

“You didn’t think you could get away just like that, did you?”

Tom Riddle

Surprising Tom was extremely difficult, for not saying impossible. You knew that, he knew that, his brother knew that, pretty much every student there knew that. That’s why you didn’t exactly try to take him by surprise. Instead, you use the privilege that came with being his girlfriend, sitting next to him in one of the sofas the common room had.

He didn’t look up from his book, nor did he say anything about how close you were with him. He knew that most of the time you were around him like that, relaxing next to him without having to actually start a conversation. He liked that, you liked that, everything was perfect. So, he didn’t mind the silence, inhaling your scent, that he knew by memory by that point.

That was his first mistake.

Becuase he relaxed. He relaxed himself enough to allow you to lean on him like you normally did, before striking at him with a kiss to his cheek. Again, fast and simple, but this time you make it mean a lot, becuase it was the first time he realiced just how much he could let his walls down when he was with you.

You didn’t hear those thoughts tho, standing up from the sofs as fast as you could, running to your room. Your giggles could be hear from where he was looking your direction like he couldn’t believe you manage to make that. Like he couldn’t believe he was smiling lightly to himself, the book in his hand forgotten long ago, and a sudden realization in his mind that won’t go away anytime soon.

You did get away with it this time.

But you won’t next time.

Theodore Nott

Theo was a pretty chill guy.

He’ve been your friend for as long as you can remember, even if everyday that passed, you convinced yourself just how badly you wanted him to be more than that. Yeah, you liked the friends phase because he was the sweetest boy ever, always so patient with you. But it’s been like this for a couple of weeks, where the only thing you can think about it’s him and how much you wanted him to kiss you.

That’s why you decided to do something about. Taking the opportunity when you saw him sitting at the great hall, playing with his foor without listening to what his friends were rambling about. You thought he was too caught up on his own world, making it the perfect moment to sneak around and stand right behind his body. He even got startled when you put your hands on both of his shoulders, before leaning in to kiss the expose skin of his neck like it was a normal thing for you two.

You even smirk when you felt him shivered under your tocuh, finally letting him go to run away from him, giggling while you take a sit next to your friends at least five places away from him. Next to Pansy, to be more especific, who was waiting for you with a knowing look.

“Nott, you are blushing”

“Shush it, Malfoy”

Regulus Black

Regulus was a the silent guy you loved admiring everytime he was around you. He was tall, handsome, charming, and his eyes were one of your favorites things in the world. Unfortunaly for you, he was from your same house and same year, but he barely interacted with people. He was silent, calm, and didn’t really like people around him, so it was difficult to approach him for something else than asking for a book.

And normally, you were happy with just looking at him from affar, just admiring his beauty like you thought you never did with anyone else. It was okay, until it was not. Until you decided you wanted to be brave and do something about those huge feelings creeping inside you like a monster. That’s why the moment you spot him sitting in one of the library’ table, you decided to stop fearing what could happen.

You sat next to him, tapping his shoulders when he didn’t realice there was someone else next to him. It was the gente touch that made Regulus come back to earth from his book, looking your way before being surprise by your lips crashing against his. It wasn’t even his cheek, this time, you wen’t straight to his lips, taking away his first kiss in the most unique way. In an even more special way when he realiced that the one kissing him was you, his ultime crush.

“That was…” He whispered.

“The best kiss I’ve ever had”

And you didn’t hesitate to answer with a smile.

Lorenzo Berkshire

You loved spending time with Lorenzo, even if it was just chilling around in his room, talking to each other while laying in bed. That was exactly what you two were doing right now, with you resting against his pillow while listening to his rambling about a Ravenclaw boy that helped him make a potion in Snape’s class today.

You were interested in what he was saying, you swore. But you couldn’t help and look at his face with more attention than you normally did. He looked so cute like that, that you ended up kissing him out of the blue, stopping his story so he could kiss you back properly.

He didn’t even question you, actually. Neither did he attemp to stop it. He just continue the gesture like it was a normal thing, cupping your face gently to make the kiss more prominent, sharing it until you both couldn’t breath anymore. And, to your surprise, right when you broke appart, he jsut continue with his story like nothing happened.

He was something else.

“I didn’t know Ravenclaw’s liked me that much”

“You really are something else, Enzo”

But you liked it that way.

Blaise Zabini

You and Blaise were pretty confident with your levels of pda. None of you care what others might think when they see you making out in the middle of the hallways. Nor when you walk around the castle holding hands, kissing like it was a sport.

Maybe that’s why you didn’t hesitate to stop him in one of the hallways near the Great Hall, taking his hand in yours to turn him around and face you. And when you had him centimetres away from your face, you kissed him like you haven’t seen him in days. Not that he minded considering he reciprocated the gesture, going as far as holding you closer to his chest by the waist.

You realice you weren’t going to be able to scape anymore, smiling through out the kiss, indicating you didn’t mind the improvised make out sesión you yourself created. Who did mind, were his friends, who groan at the sight, knowing they lost Blaise for the rest of the day.

“You to are disgusting”

“So are you, Enzo”

Blaise did flip him off.

Draco Malfoy

Draco and you weren’t in great terms. You even had to admit that sometimes, you liked his friends more than you liked him. But, even like that, you couldn’t deny that teasing him was your favourite hobbie nowadays. Right when you notice just how irritated he could get by only listening to a couple of your words.

That’s what led you to sit next to him on one of the Black Lake benches, interrupting his little talk with Theodore Nott. The same boy who looked at you as if he knew you were up to something not good, smirking almost to himself, keeping his eyes on you two because he knew that was gonna be good.

The idea made you giggle, alerting Draco with your presence, giving him a sense of restlessness that quickily fade away to surprise when you pressed your lips to his. A short kiss but deep enough to let him savour exactly what he has been missing just for fighting against you. And the worst part of it is that you didn’t even let him say anything about it, standing up and walking away like you did nothing of the sort.

The poor guy was in shock.

“Who’s blushin now, uh?”

“Oh piss off, Theodore”

[laughterlust]

So it's been brought to my attention that there's not one, but three c.ai bots of Rags.

So naturally, it's time to take the piss out of them. 👍

Like bruh I read this first one in the voice of Mojo Jojo, someone tell me you can hear it too

"I can tickle you as punishment for insolence and disrespect towards me" Ah yes, because the most disrespectful motherfucker alive would actually care about someone being a little shit in his presence. Also just try to picture Rags attempting to say "insolence" out loud, unironically, without putting on an over-the-top theatrical stage villain voice

also the last line is sending me, all this build-up of the most generic uninspired opening intro for a tickle monster, only to basically end with "I like to take long walks on the beach"

Why cat emoji?? Is he a cat now??

Also who tf is Jocelyn? Who is Lucas?? like yeah I assume it's the name of the people who made these terrible bots, but since they're public bots, we just have to assume everyone who interacts with them is now Jocelyn or Lucas. Those are the only people he targets, everybody else go home 👌

Also, if the makers of these bots find this and think I'm attacking them: Good. Full offense, but if you make AI garbage of people's characters, especially without their permission or giving any sort of credit, you deserve to be put on blast. I legit died laughing at these tho, and there's fuck all I can do about it except to let everyone who actually respects my characters and my boundaries get a good laugh out of it too. That's what Ragman would want 👍

❌🔞MINORS AND NO AGE IN PROFILE DNI. This is a NSFW blog, you will be blocked on sight. (More DNIs in Pinned post.)🔞❌

[yukiiisx]

pov its 3 am

what is sleep