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chalametsimp · 1 year

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Maybe I don’t hate you 18+

**reupload because I’ve been gone so long I f*cked up the tags last time**

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Summary: You and Regulus have never gotten along, but this time he really pissed you off.

Word Count: 3.9k

Authors Note: I haven’t proofread this yet, i’m sorry this took so long. i love you guys. I hope this doesn’t feel rushed, I worked really hard on it. If there are errors or inconsistencies pls feel free to reach out. I know I haven’t added taglist yet i am sorry i will soon !

Warnings: unprotected sex, hate-fuck, enemies to lovers, not proofread , cheerleader and athlete trope

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taglist: @misswestfall @chal-latte @timmymyluv @haylee-e -e @timotheel0ver @dayafied @softhecreator

Your heart was frozen in your chest, your breath was stuck in your throat. You could hardly hear anything due to the screams of quidditch fans. You knew it didn’t matter, no words were shared, but you had a persistent, primal need to hear the sound of his heartbeat as he gazed back at you, eyes supercilious. You wished they would just shut up, even for one second. The thought of wanting to hear it was something you didn’t understand. You hate him, and he hates you. You felt your cheeks heat up and you almost lost your footing. If it could be considered footing when you have other squad members holding the bottoms of your shoe. A mistake could be big time and could send you tumbling to the grass below. You both knew this. He smirked, a very sly at that, as he watched you fluster and almost fall, all because of him. Almost was the keyword. You quickly averted your gaze from him to anything else. Your eyes landed on the crowd and you smiled wide, continuing as if he weren’t even there. As you were being brought down, he flew from where he was positioned almost in your line of vision, nearly 50 feet away. Cheeky bastard. Had he wanted to rile you up just to watch you falter? No, the truth was that he just loved the way you looked when you got mad at him. He loved and hated the way his heart would clench in his chest when you furrowed your eyebrows and your nose crinkled just enough to be the most adorable sight in the entire world. You made him feel so many things, and they made him uncomfortable. So his whole life he tried his best to silently compete with you and make you angry, pushing you away from him. He wasn’t sure how else he was supposed to handle those feelings.

You continued the rest of the game, doing your best to avoid looking at him. You did really well, you managed to not even peek at him once. Usually, you couldn’t help yourself and you would occasionally sneak glances at him. You could sometimes admit that you thought he was handsome. You usually just pushed them down, because you knew it was a lost cause. You figured he hated you just as much as you hate him.

This time you were very upset with him. Occasionally sabotaging you in potions and being a general ass was one thing, but distracting you while you were up in the air like that? That was a new low. He did feel bad about that, he hadn’t meant to make you mess up. Regulus didn’t think he would be that distracting.

It was more than apparent that you were mad at him. You didn’t look at him once, not even while you were on your way to the locker room when the game was finished. Slytherin won, so you didn’t want to see the cocky look on his face. You might have thrown a pom in his face if he had gotten close to you. So you chose simply not to look at him. It was better for everyone that way. You tried to forget his existence completely and you did a pretty good job at it. You took your time getting ready to leave, trying to avoid him altogether. Well, at least until you were forced to see him in class. By then you would probably have calmed down enough not to react.

You weren’t really paying attention to the conversations in the locker room but you tried your best to seem like you were actively engaging in the team gossip. Nodding your head here, throwing in an “mhm” there. You swiped a makeup-removing wipe across your cheek absentmindedly. Sure there were spells for that, but sometimes it’s fun to do girly things just because. It was one of the things about you that actually irritated Regulus. The muggle things, the muggle practices. What was so wrong with just using magic? That’s what his family always did. Worked out fine for them.

Pulling out your pony holder, your attention was brought back to the conversation when it was directed toward you. “Huh?” You questioned, “Sorry, I was distracted by my thoughts.”

One of your teammates piped up “Yeah, distracted by thoughts of Regulus, why don’t you two just fuck already? It’s pretty obvious there’s some heavy sexual tension happening there.” She could barely get the sentence out before she was laughing and the whole group was erupting into a fit of giggles. Immediately you felt your cheeks heat up and hid your face in your hands, waving the wipe like a white flag. This made everyone laugh even harder, you’d hoped that would satisfy them and they would move on to something else.

“So you agree?” The girl who was your base spoke up. “It would probably be safer for you and everyone else, considering what happened tonight.” More giggles.

You winced and your eyes fluttered away from everyone’s eyes, to now look at the wall. Your hands came down to your lap and you fidgeted with them nervously. Because you knew they were right but you couldn’t admit that to them. Or to yourself. “That was by pure accident!” You stammered, “Besides, I would never fuck him. He might be cute. But we hate each other. Not happening.”

“Hate each other.” Another girl said, using air quotes.

“Never gonna happen.” You replied, finally, trying to end the conversation. It seemed to suffice until someone had something else to go on about.

You didn’t bother to change out of your uniform, you would be taking it off to take a shower when you got to the dormitory anyways. However, it was turning into a brisk night so you decided to throw on a sweater. You waited until it had been a good few minutes since the last footsteps you heard out in the corridor. You couldn’t leave when all the other girl’s left. If they had seen you and Regulus in the same room it was sure to be mortifying. Finally, you held your breath and stepped through the threshold, trying to make your way to the dormitories.

You didn’t make it far before you heard an all too familiar voice. One that made you huff and clutch onto your bag in anger, knuckles almost turning white. “You were secretly hoping that I would be out here, that’s why you kept the skirt on, huh?” The sound came from behind you but you didn’t want to turn to face him. He didn’t mean to say something so smug but he didn’t know how to convey many other feelings to you.

“I don’t wish to speak with you right now, Black. Please just leave me alone.” Annoyance rang deep in your voice, your hand swatting towards him without even looking. Almost as if to shoo him away like a bothersome animal. He grimaced and the tips of his ears grew pink with shame. Then you did something that surely vexed him, you just kept walking. His brows furrowed like a toddler on the verge of a tantrum and he took a step forward to follow you, his voice trailing behind his movements.

Words you had never heard from him. Not spoken to you. Not spoken to anyone else. “I’m sorry.” The two words alone stopped your feet in their tracks and your breath in your throat. It wasn’t enough to make you turn around but now he had your attention. What was he going to do with it? You waited for him to follow that up with something, anything. For a while, he didn’t. Regulus himself was frozen with surprise at his own words. “I’m sorry,” he repeated “I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to get hurt, I don’t know why I do the things I do sometimes. I didn’t mean for t-that to happen.” For the first time in his life, he was tripping over his own tongue. Was it a ruse? Was he just making fun? Waiting for you to say something embarrassing? You had to know for sure. Expecting to see a smirk, or for him to burst out into a fit of laughter. Neither of those things happened. You rolled your eyes at him, hands clenched together tightly and you all at once turned to face him, sneering, anger still in your voice. “We all know that’s bullshit! You did mean for that to happen, you jerk!” You swallowed hard and your lips pursed together as you tried to think of what to say. But before you could say anything, he was speaking up for you. His gaze was downturned and his expression was tense. Tense like his hands that were held together tightly.

Regulus’ voice nearly shook with anger “Actually I didn’t mean for that to happen, but now I am NOT sorry!” His eyes rose to shoot you an icy glare “You can’t say I didn’t try. I was sorry, but you don’t care, so now I’m not sorry! I wish you had fallen!” His words were venom and his jaw was clenched tightly.

Tears welled up in your eyes and you sneered at him “You were never sorry asshole!” Finally, you had the courage to take a couple of steps closer to him and bit the inside of your cheek in a futile attempt to stop the words that were rising in your throat like sick “Fuck you!” You punctated the insult with a sharp poke to his chest.

He promptly shoved your hand away from him and took a step closer to you. “You know what?” Veins in his temples pulsated with anger “Fuck you too!”

You were almost shaking with anger, you averted your eyes to your feet that were almost touching his and then back to his face. “No, Regulus, fuck you!”

“Actually,” he started with bared teeth and a glance sideways before he took yet another step closer to you, forcing you to back up to avoid crashing into each other. Your head cocked to the side in confusion before he continued, forcing you to back up even more. When your back hit the stone wall he continued, “Fuck you.” His voice was quieter now but the tone of his voice was nearly the same. However it didn’t reach his eyes, they were filled with something else now. Something that you had never seen inside of him. You couldn’t pinpoint what it was right away. At first you refused to believe that it was lust that you had seen flashed in his eyes. You were shocked that he had pushed himself this close to you and for once you couldn’t think of what to say to him at all. It didn’t seem to be a problem to him. In fact, he relished in the fact that he had pulled all of the words out of your throat before you could even think of them. “Hm,” Regulus taunted, his expression changing from petulance to something completely different. “You seem to be pretty quiet now.” He teased.

You had never seen him like this before. Eyes wide, you tried to speak, “I-I.. W..” Your words were cut off by your own confusion.

“What?” He snickered, head held high as he traced a finger down your jawline, “Cat got your tongue?” A gasp was the only thing that could leave your lips and your eyes were wide as the moon. What was he trying to do?

In a sudden moment of irritation and bravery, you decided you weren’t going to let him have the upper hand. He didn’t get to have the slick last word. Not this time. “Just shut up, Black.” You didn’t even allow him the opportunity to get another word in because before he could even open his pretty mouth you were shoving yours against it. It didn’t seem to be a problem to him because immediately his hands were cupping your cheeks and his body was pressing against yours. You could feel every curve of the stones behind you but you didn’t care, all you cared about was slipping your tongue into his warm mouth. The action elicited a sigh from his lips directly into your mouth and you loved the sensation, your hips bucked upwards against his. His thumb brushed against your cheek in a soothing motion, goosebumps rising on your shoulders. Soon he was fighting your tongue back into your mouth and you allowed him to, making him think he was in total control. An illusion you would keep in your back pocket for later when you needed it more. His tongue grazed against yours and you reached for his robe, silk soft like butter in your fingers. Regulus pulled away after what felt like a lifetime had passed. He didn’t move far from you, his lips routing from yours to just next to them, then to your jaw. Languidly, he continued his journey, pressing wet kisses down your neck until he hit your collarbone. Where he settled, tongue circling the spot he had chosen for purchase. He suckled on the soft skin until a bruise had formed in succession of his efforts, his hands treading down to pop the button of his slacks and let them fall to the ground. You mewled quietly and he dared to allow his fingers to slip underneath your skirt to rub against you, fabric rubbing against your clit deliciously. You rutted your hips against his fingers, urging him silently for more. Regulus picked up on this and slid his fingers in past your panties and circled a finger around your entrance. “Tsk, so wet. For me?” He gloated, slowly pushing his middle finger inside of you. He pumped it gentle and slow at first, curling his finger right where you needed him. Soon enough you were putty in his hands, writhing and whining for more. Regulus obliged and slid another one inside of you, gauging your reaction with half lidded, lust filled eyes. Listening to the noises you made was enough to make him go feral but he did his best to restrain himself.

“Please, Reggie, Please.” You pleaded, tears of distress in your eyes, clutching his perfectly pristine robe in tight, desperate fists.

“Would you look at that?” He teased, roughly turning you around to face the wall, giving you just enough time to grab onto it before he hastily pushed your robe up your back. His lips pressed against the soft spot on your neck behind your ear, “Begging for me. How cute. Is this what you want?” Regulus cooed, leaning forward to press a kiss to your shoulder before he was shoving your panties down your thighs. You watched them cascade downwards to your ankles and the sight made you shiver.

You didn’t want to answer, you didn’t want him to win, but it’s what you had to do if you wanted this. You wanted him so bad, but this would be silent admittance of where your hatred really stemmed from. Regulus figured he would help you decide your next choice of words by pulling out his arousal that was flushed and achingly stiff. He shifted your panties to the side and rubbed the tip against your wet heat. He stroked it up and down against you, merely coating the swollen skin. You responded just how he wanted you to, rubbing your hips back against him. Finally, you answered him, the final go-ahead. “Yes,” You pressed further “I want you. Please give it t-” Your voice feverish.

He didn’t need any other confirmation besides that and he gave you no time to finish your sentence before he was sinking himself into you, ripping the words right out of your chest. He was promptly moving at a desirable pace. You were happy to vocalize this to him in every way besides using your words. Gasps and whimpers ruptured from your lips, one strung after the other in a waterfall of pleasure. “You feel incredible.” He thrust into your core, head falling forward to rest against your shoulder. His fingers wandered from your thigh to your honeypot, gliding over the most sensitive area. Small circles sent your eyes rolling backward for a moment.

His hips never ceased, his length plunging into you at a reckless pace. He moved his fingers from your clit to hold your hips back against his, moving deeper inside of you than before. Lascivious moans filled the hall but neither of you cared. Regulus’ freehand came up to tangle in your hair, he grabbed a fistful at the base of your head and pulled gently at first to test the waters. Your heat constricted tightly around him involuntarily at the feeling of his rough hands gripping your hair and he grunted coarsely, slowing down for just a moment. “Careful, careful. You’re going to make me cum if you keep that up.” His voice was rough and needy. You attempted to relax but it was difficult even when his thrusts were slow and gentle. He kept the same steady pace for what felt like a long time. You were desperate for him to speed up so you pushed back against him, quickly moving your hips, hoping he would get the hint. And he did.

Soon he was plunging into you urgently. You attempted to grasp at the wall, at anything you could, to stabilize yourself so you didn’t collapse onto the ground. The pleasure was so much you could barely even stand on your own two feet anymore. He tried the best he could to help you keep upright, his nails digging into your flesh. The sting of pain was a perfect mix, intoxicating all of your senses. Nearly drooling as saliva pooled in your mouth. You pushed back against him demandingly, meeting his hips every time. The thought of the two of you intwined perfectly in this dark hallway sent a shiver down his spine. Regulus’ fingers trailed from your hips, up to your neck where he gently grabbed hold of your throat, pulling you back, flush against his torso. He gripped gently, where he knew not to hurt you. Choked mewls escaped you and he grunted deeply, eyes closed tightly as he continued to ravage you, lips pressed to your neck.

The sounds and heat of his ragged breath in your ear made your arousal grow so far until you were nearly ready to pop, you clenched around him tightly, almost at the edge. “Please, I can’t hold on any longer, Reggie.” He smirked proudly and grasped your neck harder, his pace increasing.

“Aw, don’t be shy,” he whispered “Cum for me.”

That’s all it took for the precipice to break and you were cumming hard, your hips trembling as he never slowed down. You went to cry out but Regulus quickly pushed his hand against your lips, muffling your sweet noises. Tears started to bubble from your eyes and streak down his fingers as he fucked you relentlessly.

He wouldn’t last long with the way you gripped around him. You once again tried to hold yourself back against the wall as his thrusts became sloppier. Idly, your rocked your hips against his.

“Fuck, I can’t.” He couldn’t even finish his sentence. Regulus’ hips stirred finally and he came with a long and low whine that reverberated through your chest, all the way down to your uncurling toes. For a while neither of you spoke, he simply rested his head against your back. His chest rising and falling quickly, trying to regain his normal breathing.

“Why give yourself to me?” He finally asked, voice still shaky and low. His fingers caressed your thigh and in one motion he swiped your panties back in an attempt to cover you up. You turned to face the Slytherin boy. His face perplexed, hand moving to rub the back of his neck absentmindedly.

“Don’t you see?” You rolled your eyes, and for the first time it was accompanied by a warm smile. You hit him playfully in the chest. “It was always going to be you., I think. Everyone says so. ” His head cocked to the side.

Something interrupted your juncture and your movements stilled. “Who’s over there?” The voice bellowed and your eyes widened in sync, cheeks flushing as you stared at each other in exasperation. You didn’t realize how close it was until the sound of footsteps followed, and not far. A sudden realization hit the both of you and you were scrambling to make yourselves decent. Regulus rushed to pull his pants up from his ankles, fingers fumbling to re-button.

“What are we gonna do? You whispered frantically, adjusting your skirt. Your eyebrows were furrowed nervously and you looked to him for a solution. A strange turn of events that you didn’t see happening when the day had started.

“There’s nothing we can do. We have to make a run for it.” He laughed and tugged on your hand, starting to pull you through the corridor. Your legs were shaky but it was easier when he was guiding your steps. You could hear the shouts of who you can only assume is your potions professor, based on the sound.

“I hear you two, get back here!” The voice yelled but you ignored them. You ran off into the night together. Your feet pounded on the pavement, hearts beating fast in your chests. You were both such good students, it wouldn’t be a good look for the two of you to be caught like that.

It was impossibly dark except for the dim lights in the halls, you’re not sure if you would have made it that quick without him. You made it back to the dormitories and Regulus walked you to your door, like a gentleman. You wanted to have him come spend the night with you, but you hesitated. You would never hear the end of it if anyone saw the two of you together. Especially at this time of night. You reached for the door handle but stopped before your fingertips reached it. You turned to face him. Your cheeks heated up and you looked to him, then to the floor, to him, to the wall, to him awkwardly.

“Regul-”

As much as he loved to hear the sound of his name coming from your mouth, he cut you off before you could finish. “Listen, I’m sorry. I really am.” He said quietly “The only lie I told was that I wish you had fallen. I don’t really think that.” He looked really remorseful. His chin trembled lightly and he turned his head downwards, ashamed.

You reached forward and took one of his hands in yours, smiling softly. “It’s okay. I know you’re sorry. I forgive you, really.”

This seemed to appease him and he was looking back up again, tears in the brims of his eyes. “Really? You mean that?” His voice was hopeful like a child.

“Yes, I mean that.” You started “But now that I’m thinking about it, maybe dinner would help.” A smirk rose on your lips and he grinned, nodding wildly.

“Okay. Like a date?” Regulus questioned. Footsteps approached in the background.

“Yes,” You said hurriedly, “Like a date, now go.” You urged him to leave, so he wouldn’t get in trouble. He stepped forward and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips before leaving without a word.

Quickly, you entered into your dorm room and you immediately had eyes on you. The room erupted into whistles and laughter. You didn’t understand until you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror hoisted in the living space. Your hair looked wild, it definitely gave away what you were just up to.

“Oh! I so knew it! How was it?” Someone asked loudly. You just ignored them all and gave a big middle finger as you disappeared into your own room, one arm holding your robe closed tightly. No way they were going to catch sight of what was trickling down your thighs.

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samaraannhan20 · 9 months

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Harry Styles Imagine: College AU!: The Final Show

A/N: Hey guys! this is my first time writing smut, so please be gentle with me. I’ve been working on this fic for a week now, and I’m excited to finally put it out in the world.

A/N 2: I guess when I copied and pasted the text from google docs my links for the outfits didn’t transfer, so I just went through and added them in, they should all be there now!

Warnings: 18+!!!, unprotected p in v (Wrap it up guys!), oral(fem! recieving), fem!reader, Collegestudent!reader, mentions of anxiety and depression

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“One more show,” I quietly say, both to myself and Harry, as we stand in the bathroom after showering, getting ready to leave for the stadium. “One more show,” he echoes, both of us just staring into the mirror. “How are you feeling?” I ask him “Nervous,” is the first word out of his mouth, and he pauses for a second before continuing. “Happy, sad, excited. A little bit of everything. It’s been three years, and it’s crazy that it’s coming to an end. Love on Tour is ending.” “I feel all of those things too,” I admit quietly. “Not to the same level you do, but I feel them all. Life without Love on Tour is going to be weird. I mean, without this tour we wouldn’t be here. Together. We probably wouldn’t have even met. If it wasn’t for that concert that I managed to get pit tickets for, you never would have noticed me or met me,” I say, chuckling a little. “You know,” I say, beginning to laugh a little harder, “we really have a typical fanfiction romance story.” “Do we now?” he asks, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “Yes. I mean, I read a lot of fanfiction when I was growing up. I was a fangirl. And how we met and our love story really is typical of fanfiction.” 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ November 19th, 2021 I walked into the Forum with my best friend at my side, both dressed-up and matching from head to toe, with feather boas around our necks. “I can’t believe we actually got pit tickets,” I say as we walk in, only a couple of other people being let in before us. “I know. I really thought that was a pipe dream,” Haylee responds, and I nod in agreement. We find our spot at the front of the pit, and plant ourselves there, not allowing ourselves to be pushed or shoved away from the spot. We spend the entire concert jumping up and down, and at random intervals I hold the poster I had made, that says “I skipped music theory to be here,” because I had left school early to drive out here today. One of the times I hold the sign up happens to be a time that Harry is standing in front of us, and he looks down and reads my poster, before smiling and shaking a finger at me. I watch as he mouths ‘shameful’ and then dances away. “Did you see that?” I shout as I turn to Haylee, and she looks to be in as much shock as I am, and just nods her head vigorously. We both turn back towards the stage, and just enjoy the rest of the concert as though nothing had happened. At the end of the concert, one of the security guards comes towards us, and I begin to get concerned that we did something wrong. “Hello ladies,” he says as he stands in front of us. “Um, hi,” I say quietly as I feel the panic attack begin to set in. “Are we in trouble?” Haylee asks, speaking up because she knew I wouldn’t. She’s the braver of the two of us. “No no no,” the guard says, shaking his head, and then continues. “Quite the opposite actually. Harry saw your sign,” he says, nodding his head towards me. “And he watched as the two of you enjoyed the concert, and he wanted me to come over and give you these passes, and invite you backstage,” he says, and hands us two VIP passes. “Wait what?” I say, vaguely sounding like Anna from Frozen. “Harry would like to meet you,” he says again, and then moves the barrier to let us through, and lets us follow him backstage. “What just happened,” I whisper to Haylee, grabbing her hand as we follow the security guard. “I have no idea,” she responds, and we walk in silence backstage. When we get back to the common area, Harry is standing there talking to some of his bandmates. I see him when he notices me, and he says something to the people he was talking to, and then he walks over to me and Haylee. “‘Ello ladies,” he says as he stops in front of us. “I’m Harry,” he says, and holds out his hand. “Hi,” I say softly. “I’m Y/N.” “And I’m Haylee,” Haylee says from next to me. “Nice to meet you both. Would you like to meet everyone else?” he asks, and we both nod our heads, and make the rounds to all the others as he introduces us to everyone. The more time we spent talking to other people, the more comfortable I got, and I could feel my body loosening and my body language becoming more welcoming. Haylee separates from me and Harry, going over to talk to some of the band members, and Harry gently touches my elbow to get my attention, and then nods over to the side, motioning for me to follow him. I do, and before I know it we’re standing in our own little corner talking to each other. “Did you really skip music theory to be here?” he asks, and I blush and tuck a spare hair behind my ear before looking up at him. “Yeah. We wanted to be at the front of the pit, so we left super early this morning and sat in line all day.” “I never knew I had such devoted fans,” he says with a small laugh, and I laugh right along with him. “Yeah right,” I say in response. “There were others who were out there before we were, and we thought we were super early.” “Wow. Well, I hope you didn’t miss anything important in any of your classes today,” he says, and I laugh. “The classes I didn’t miss anything important, but I did miss rehearsals today, so that might be a little hard to catch up on,” I say, smiling as I look at him, and then I frown when I see a small frown cross his face. “Well I hope it’s not that hard to catch up. What kind of rehearsal?” he asks, and then we spend the next hour standing alone and talking about different things, not noticing what is going on around us. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “I’m glad you skipped class that day,” he says, placing a kiss on my neck, and snapping me back to reality and out of memory lane. “Me too,” I whisper, and then turn in his arms so that I’m facing him. “Last show.” “Last show,” he repeats, and then leans in to kiss me. When he pulls away he has a cheeky smile on his face. “And then two weeks in Italy before heading back to the States to make sure you’re back in time for classes,” he says, raising his eyebrows up and down in a teasing manner. “You’re cheeky,” I say before leaning in and kissing him again. “I can’t believe you’re moving to America for a year just for me.” “It’s true love baby love,” he says, leaning in and pressing his forehead against mine. “True love,” I whisper, and then peck his lips one more time before pulling away. “C’mon. I need to gather my outfit for the show before we leave.” “No you don’t,” he says, and I stop in the bathroom doorway and turn back to him. “Yes I do. I’m not going to the final show in this,” I say, and motion to my bike shorts and oversized Pleasing sweatshirt that I had stolen from him. “I know that. I had Lambert pull together something for you. I wanted us to match for the last show,” he says, and I run the short distance to him, jumping on him. He catches me easily, and laughs as I start to kiss all over his face and neck. “No love bites,” he says with a laugh as I focus on one specific spot. “I still have one more show.” “Did you really have Lambert pull something together for me H?” I ask as I pull away. “Of course I did. This night is just as much for you as it is for me.” I shake my head as he puts my feet back on the floor. “No it’s not. I don’t perform or do anything. You do it all.” “Maybe so, but there wouldn’t be a Harry’s House yet without you. Over half of those songs were written and produced after you came into my life. It’s amazing we were able to get the album out when we did,” he says, and pulls me in for a kiss. “I love you. I wouldn’t have made it through this tour without you. This night is just as much yours as it is mine.” I kiss him again, before turning to leave the room. “I love you. We really do need to go though,” I say looking over my shoulder at him. He laughs and follows me out of the bathroom. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “Okay Lambert,” I say as I stand in Harry’s dressing room. He’s been kicked out for the time being so that my outfit is a surprise for him. “Get me in this outfit. Also it better be comfortable because the concert is over 2 hours tonight,” I say smiling at him. Harry had already changed, but not let me see him. I had been led into the dressing room with a blindfold on, giving Harry the chance to kiss me before he left so that my outfit was a surprise for him. “You got it girlie,” he says with a laugh, and then grabs the garment bag off the rack behind him. “Prepare to be amazed. Also, keep in mind you don’t know what Harry’s outfit looks like yet, so this might not make sense but it will.” After he says that he unzips the bag and drops it on the ground, holding out the outfit for you. “Lambert…” I say trailing off, shocked at how beautiful this outfit is. “I know. It's beautiful. And just wait until you see Harry’s. You guys will look amazing together,” he says, pulling me into a hug. “And, Harry told me you would refuse to wear heels, so, even though I picked out a pair of heels for you, he got these for you,” he says as he bends down and grabs a box of shoes from under the clothing rack and opens them. “MY OWN PAIR OF SATELLITE STOMPERS!” I yell, super excited, jumping up and down. “Yep. Everyone got a pair for this last show, but Harry had something special embroidered on yours,” he says as he holds them out for me. I grab them and inspect them, fawning over the Love On Tour logo on one side, and then I tear up as I read the embroidered message. “My Satellite,” I whisper as I read the message. I hear Lambert sniffle and look up to see him tearing up. “Why are you crying?” I ask him through my own tears. “Because I am one of the people who got to watch the two of you fall in love. I got to watch him text you everyday, starting from the first meeting, through random concerts you were flown out for, the trips he would make just to see you when you both felt it was too early in your relationship for you to join him on your yet, until you joined us this summer because you both agreed it was past time. I’ve watched you watch his concerts and I see the love you have in your eyes for him. The two of you were meant to come together,” he says, and I walk to him and give him a big hug. “Thank you Lamby,” I say, and then pull away and wipe my tears off. “Okay, I’m going to go change. You go get H and tell him he can come and wait on the couch.” I turn and head into the bathroom that’s in the dressing room, and quickly change. I smooth out my hair and wipe the small run of mascara off, before opening the door and stepping out. When I step out Harry is sitting on the couch, and he stands up and walks over to me. “Wow, Darling you look amazing. Lambert did a good job,” he says, and as he says that I take in what he’s wearing. “Lambert did an amazing job of making us match,” I say as I walk closer to Harry and press my lips to his own. “Thank you for the shoes. And the extra special message I whisper, looking up at him through my eyelashes. “They’re going to become my new comfort shoes. I’ll wear them everyday,” I say, and he kisses me. When he pulls away he smiles and says “Did you notice I got yours as platforms?” “Yes I did. And I greatly appreciate it. You know I’m crazy about platforms because they make me taller,” I say with a huge smile, and he leans in and kisses me again. We have some time to spare so we go and sit on the couch together. “How are you feeling?” I ask as I curl into his side after he takes his vest off and sets it aside. “Nervous. Sad. I’m ready for it to be over, but I’m also sad it’s ending. But excited because we’re staying here in Italy for a few weeks and we get to spend unbothered time together,” he says, and I can tell from the sound of his voice that he’s really feeling all of these emotions. “I’m really nervous to play that song for them at the end.” “All these emotions are valid. But I know that no matter what your fans are thankful for the time they got from you. You gave them three years of your life. A new album in the middle of that. They love seeing you, but they know you need a break to stay healthy. And they’ll be here waiting when you come back. No matter how long it is,” I tell him, rubbing his back as I say it. “What if they forget about me?” he says very quietly, and I gently grab his face in my hands. “Harry Edward Styles. Never in a million years will those fans ever forget about you. You saved so many of them. When I was just a fan, you saved me. And you saved me again when you brought me backstage that night and gave me your number before I left. Those people love you. I love you. Your mum loves you. Everyone who works with you loves you. No one will ever forget you,” I tell him, and as I finish he pulls me into him and crashes his lips onto mine. When we pull away we’re both breathless, and we both need a minute to calm down. I stand and cross to the bathroom to fix my lipstick and grab a wipe to get the lipstick off of H. As I sit down and start to wipe his lips off, there’s a knock on the door and Jeff comes in, followed by Glenne and Anne. “Oh. Sorry,” Jeff says with a laugh as he sees me wiping Harry’s face, and Harry and I both laugh in return. “No worries,” Harry says when I move the wipe away from his mouth. “A minute earlier there might have been worries, but you’re just in time,” he continues, and I quickly get up to throw away the makeup wipe and try to hide my blushing face. “Harry, don’t embarrass Y/N,” Anne says with a smile on her face, and I mouth thank you to her from where I stand. “It’s not as if we all didn’t already know what was going on in here before we walked in,” Jeff says, and I laugh when Glenne gently smacks him on the chest. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop now,” he says with a laugh, and everyone sort of chuckles in response. I cross back over to Harry and he wraps his arm around my shoulder and places a kiss on my forehead. “Sorry love. Are you okay?” he whispers to me when he pulls away, and I just give a small smile and nod my head, before laying my head on his shoulder. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “My family are here tonight, my friends are here tonight. My girlfriend is here tonight. Thank you for my family,” Harry says, continuing his final speech, and I watch as he starts to tear up, before pausing to collect himself. “I was doing so well!” he exclaims, trying to make the situation less serious. “Thank you for the support. Thank you for loving me the way that you have. My friends are here tonight. Thank you for having my back, always. I love you all so much. My girlfriend is here tonight. I wouldn’t be here tonight, finishing the tour on this date if it wasn’t for her,” he says, and pauses as he searches the area his mother is standing in looking specifically for me. When he finds me he zeroes in, his gaze falling solely on me. “I love you,” he says, with tears in his eyes. “I have a lot of things to feel incredibly lucky for in life but I feel the luckiest with my friends’ support. It allows me to do this. I am so full right now. I’ve never been happier in my entire life,” he says, pulling the microphone away from his mouth and mouthing “I love you” to me one more time, before turning to the band and starting to talk to him. I walk to Anne and stand right beside her as he continues his speech. We stand there holding each other as he talks to the audience. “Thank you,” she says to me, voice barely to where I can hear her, and I turn my head to look at her with a questioning look on my face. “For what?” I ask, and she just smiles and shakes her head. “You don’t see it, but everyone else does. You’ve brought him back to life. Without you this tour would have ended a long time ago. Don’t get me wrong, he loves his job, but he probably would have ended this specific tour the first time around, found the inspiration to finish and then release Harry’s House, and then organized a new tour. You gave him the ability to write while on tour, because you inspired him while he was on tour,” she says to me, and I tear up, and kiss her on the cheek. “Thank you Anne. But none of it would have happened without your support,” I say to her, and she tugs me to her and gives me a tight hug. When we pull away and turn back to Harry I can tell that he is starting to finish up his speech. “I see it- the love- in how it’s affected all the people around me, continue to affect people. It does not end with this tour, it doesn't end when this tour ends. Put some love into the world, it really needs it right now. I love you and I’ll miss you. You not only changed my life, you have made me the happiest. I’m so thrilled, I’m so happy. There’s lots of emotions tonight,it’s been a long time and I just wanna thank you very seriously for what this has been to me. You’ve changed my life,” he says, and then pauses for a second, and I watch as his eyes circle around the stadium, as he turns to the band one last time, and then turns back to the audience. “None of you are alone. Look around, look at how many people there are here. We’re all the same. I love you. Thank you so, so much.” As he finishes his speech, I tear up, and look around at all the people in the stadium and all those surrounding me. They may have changed his life. I may have changed his life. But he’s changed mine as well. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ As soon as I get backstage I go on the hunt for two things. One being water, and the other being Harry. As I get to the refreshments table I grab a water bottle and begin scouring the area with my eyes, looking for Harry. I see him just as I take a sip of water, and choke a little when I see that he has ditched the vest, never quite prepared for the image of him shirtless, even after two years together. I immediately begin walking over to him. He’s surrounded by the band, but when he sees me his smile gets bigger, and they all immediately turn to see what it is he’s looking at, and then cheer when they see it’s me. He pulls me in for a deep kiss as soon as I reach him, and for a minute the world is lost to us. I don’t register the hoops and hollers that are happening behind or around us, all I notice is him. When he pulls back he raises his hands up and starts jumping in the air, and everyone around him follows suit. As I jump up and down with him I can see Anne standing a few feet away, and I jump/hop my way over to her and pull her into the group. When Harry sees her he pulls her in for a hug, and then reaches out to pull me in too. The three of us stand there hugging and just lost in our own world. After we separate from our hug, someone starts playing music and Harry and I stand and just dance around, partying with everyone around. Eventually Harry pulls away and gets everyone’s attention. “You all did so amazing during this tour, and I am so thankful for each and everyone of you. But it’s late, and we’re all tired. So let’s go to our hotel rooms or wherever we're staying. I will see all of you at dinner at my house tomorrow night for our final family dinner!” he exclaims, and everyone cheers one last time. Before I know it the entire band and crew and anyone else who was back here partying with us has corralled everyone into one big group hug. Some people are crying, others are laughing. The people at the back are the first to break free, and as soon as we are finally released from the hug, Harry and I head towards his dressing room to gather our things and go home. “What a night,” I say as the door closes behind Harry and we’re alone for the first time in hours. I start to gather some belongings that we had strewn across the dressing room, and as I start to throw items in my tote bag, I hear a sniffle come from the door. “Harry?” I say as I drop what I had been holding and begin to walk towards him. He hasn’t moved, and is still facing the door, so when I step up to him I place my hand on his arm and turn him toward me. “Honey what’s wrong?” I ask once he’s facing me and I see the tears that are falling down his face. “It’s over,” he whispers, and I let a small “oh” escape my mouth, before pulling him into me. He buries his head in my neck, and I feel the tears start to fall off his face and onto my skin. I stand there holding him for a while, but after a few minutes the tears slow and he pulls himself away from me. “I’m okay. I just didn’t want to cry in front of all of them.” “H, it’s okay to be sad that the tour is over. It’s been your life for three years now. And everyone else is sad as well. I’m sad, and I haven’t even been here since the beginning,” I tell him, and gently lead him over to the couch. “You were only a few months late,” he mumbles, a small smile coming across his face. “Right, but either way it wasn’t the beginning. You’ve been doing this amazing thing for three years now. It’s okay, and it’s time for you to take a break. In all reality, you don’t have to be onstage to be doing amazing things. Your music does it for you,” I tell him, and I watch him close his eyes and nod in agreement and understanding. “Thank you,” he whispers, and before I can ask why he continues. “Don’t ask why, I can feel the look on your face. Thank you for being here. For being with me. Or always being there to talk me down. Just being there. Even when you weren’t physically here you were just a call away. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner in this world,” he explains, and then leans forward and kisses me. “I love you,” I say when he pulls away, and he just leans back in and kisses me again. Our bodies are so in tune with each other that with each push and pull or move of our bodies or tongues it is a seamless connection. When we pull away we lean our foreheads together as we catch our breath. Harry leans in and attaches his lips to my neck, and I laugh a little as he moves his lips further down, getting closer to my chest with each move. “Harry, we can be home in twenty minutes and continue this if you’ll let me finish gathering up our stuff,” I say, laughing, and gently pushing him away. He places one last kiss on my collar bone and pulls back. “Okay, let’s go,” he says, standing up and holding his hand out for me, helping me stand so I can gather the rest of our belongings. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “Harry we have to get up to meet with the caterers,” I say as I try to get out of bed, but am quickly pulled back into bed with a vice grip around my waist as Harry holds on. We had both received a text from Anne and Gemma saying that they were going out for the morning, and that thought alone made Harry not want to let me out of the bed, knowing that we were alone in the house for some time. “We have like 3 hours before they will be here,” he mumbles into my shoulder, placing small kisses all over it. “Right but we both need to take a shower,” I say as I continue to try to pull away. “Okay, so 30 minutes to fool around in bed, an hour to shower, 30 minutes to fool around in the shower, and we’ll still have an hour left to get dressed,” he says, flipping me over so that I’m laying on my back and starting to move his body down mine, lips trailing over my body as they move down. “I don’t have the heart to stop you,” I tell him, getting a little breathless as he gets closer to my core, and I feel his small breaths of laughter on my lower stomach. He continues down my body, and spreads my legs open, slipping between him. I shiver as he kisses the insides of my thighs, before he moves to where I really want him. He starts flick his tongue on and around my clit as he inserts a finger into me and starts to move it in and out, making a ‘come here’ motion when he is inside of me, hitting the perfect spot. I thread my fingers through his hair as he starts sucking on my clit, and slips two more fingers inside. He looks up at me through his eyelashes as he brings me closer and closer to the edge, and I see the smirk on his lips as he suddenly pulls away. He brings his body up over mine and brings his lips to mine as he pushes into me. A moan escapes both of our mouths as he begins to move in and out of me. “How are you doing baby?” he asks when he pulls away from my lips. “Amazing,” I moan out, and scratch my nails down his back. “Harder Harry,” I moan out, and he obliges. He starts to move in and out faster, and reaches a hand down to rub my clit. He keeps moving in and out of me at an excruciating pace, but it feels amazing and I do not ask him to stop. He takes his time, making sure that I get to my breaking point first, and then he follows after. After we both take a few moments to catch our breath, he moves his body down mine and starts to eat me out again. He works me up again, rubbing at my clit, and before long he has me hurtling over the edge again. He moves his body back up and lays down next to me, pulling me into him, and we lay there in silence for a few moments, catching our breath. Neither of us makes a move to pull away from the other, instead laying there together. After a few minutes Harry pulls himself away, before holding out his hand. Together we walk to the bathroom and get into the shower. As soon as the water is heated up, Harry is on his knees and eating me out again, cleaning the mix of our cum out of me. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “I tried to tell you that we weren’t going to have enough time,” I say to Harry as we both scramble to put clothes on after hearing the doorbell ring. “I didn’t hear you complaining,” he says, buttoning his pants and grabbing a shirt. “I’ll get the door,” he says, crossing over to me and pecking me on the lips as I straighten up after slipping underwear on. “I got it. Take your time,” he says and then heads out of the bedroom. I slip my pants and sports bra on, and walk back into our en-suite to apply mascara. I put the mascara on and brush out my hair, and then walk back into our room and grab the shirt I had laid out and slip it on. I stand in front of the mirror for a second and make sure that my outfit looks okay, and will be okay for the last family dinner with the Love on Tour family dinner. I then slip out of the room, and walk down the hall towards the kitchen. As I near the kitchen I can hear Harry talking to the caterer that he had let in. “I think setting up the buffet right here would be best, and then people will just be standing and eating or sitting and eating wherever they decide. We weren’t planning on pushing any tables together or anything. It’s essentially one big house party before we all go our separate ways for some time,” he tells the caterer, and as I step in and walk next to him the caterer nods in understanding. “I will bring my team back in a few hours with all the food you ‘ave requested,” the caterer responds as Harry leads him to the front door to let him out. “Sounds great, thank you so much Tomas,” Harry says, and then waves as he walks out the door, shutting it after the man has made it out. “See,” he says, turning to me with one of his trademark smiles. “I told you everything would be okay.” 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “Hi, welcome,” I say as Lloyd and some of the other photographers come in the front door. They all stop and give me a small hug as I say “the food is in the kitchen to the right, and everyone is spread all over the room.” I close the door as they all walk in the direction of the kitchen, and turn and look over the house. From this spot I can see Harry and Pauli dancing around. I can see Sarah and Mitch holding the baby and giving him little pinches of safe food every now and then while they talk to Anne. I can see Jeff and Glenne talking to Lorryn and some of the other band members. I go through the kitchen and grab a little food and then cross the room to sit with Anne. I grab the glass of wine I had left there when I went to answer the door and take a sip. When I place the wine glass down again, Anne wraps her arm around me and I lean into her. “How’re you doing sweet girl?” she says when there’s a lull in the conversation. I watch as Sarah and Mitch take the baby and walk over to where the other band members are, and I can tell it’s their way of giving me and Anne some privacy. I set my plate down in front of me before answering her. “I’m… okay,” I respond. “It’s been the best summer of my life, and it’s not fully over yet, but it feels like it is. Especially since I’ve made so many friends traveling with H, and now I know it will be a long time before I see them again,” I explain, and I can see the understanding across her features. “I can understand that,” she says, and then leans down and kisses me on the forehead. “How long until the two of you head back to the states?” “I thought he told you everything,” I say with a laugh, and she laughs with me. “We’re heading back on the 12th. I’m one of the leaders for orientation and I have a meeting at school on the 18th, but we discussed it and we both wanted some time to settle back into the house. Well,” I say pausing to let out a small laugh. “I guess we wanted time to move in and settle. He sold the LA house, which you knew, and the movers are moving everything into the new house, which is closer to my school and has a private beach attached to it. We had everything, both his and mine, moved into a storage unit. The only clothes I currently have access to are the ones I packed for this trip,” I say with a small laugh. “I’m not positive what we’re doing with the very little furniture and other things that I have, but we have to figure something out.” “Would you like for me to come out around that time to help you guys figure it out?” she asks me, and I immediately wrap both my arms around her. “I would love nothing more. And I know Harry will feel the same. He misses his mom.” She smiles in response and squeezes my sides before pulling away. “I miss my boy. It’s settled then. I’ll look at tickets the moment I get home tomorrow,” she says and I lean over and kiss her on the cheek before reaching out for my wine. I sit silent for a minute, sipping on my wine and thinking. “I feel bad,” I say when I speak up again, and Anne looks at me as though I’ve grown two heads. “Why on earth do you feel bad?” she asks me, reaching out and placing her hand on my arm, gently squeezing. “I’m taking Harry away from you. He’s moving to America for me,” I say, refusing to look in her eyes and instead staring into my wine glass. “Oh my sweet sweet girl,” she says, and gently reaches out and tips my chin up so I’m looking in her eyes. “You are not taking him away from me. He was getting close to moving there full time anyway. He sold the one LA house to find a new one, not to move home. He might not have admitted that, but we both knew it. It is in no way your fault. I would be upset if he was moving there and didn’t have anyone, but he has you. And you have shown me time and time again over the last two years, that you are the person for him,” she tells me and I smile. “Thank you. I’m gonna miss you when I’m back at school and don’t have as much time to see you.” “I always tell Harry that I’m only a phone call away, and that goes for you as well. I love you sweet girl,” she says, and I lean into her again, wrapping my arms tightly around her. “I love you Anne.” When we pull apart we sit there visiting for a while longer as I pick at some of the food I had on my plate and take a few small bites and finish my wine. I don’t notice Harry watching me pick at my food until he comes over carrying a plate of fruit and a glass of water. He comes over and gently takes the plate out of my hands, handing me the plate of fruit at the same time, and that is what brings my attention to him. I look up at him with a questioning look and he just smiles. While I’m looking at him I feel Anne get up, and Harry is quick to take her place on the couch. “Haz, I have a plate of food,” I tell him as he gets comfortable next to me. “But you didn’t want it,” he says simply, and I feel my facial expression morph into one of bewilderment. “How could you possibly have known that?” I ask him, not wanting to admit he was right. I had only grabbed the plate of food because everyone else had one, and I didn’t want to be the only one without food. I typically only eat one meal a day, with some snacks here or there, and I had eaten lunch so I wasn’t that hungry. “Because I know you. You sat here drinking your wine, and took maybe two bites of food. I don’t like that you only eat one meal a day, but I know it has to do with your depression and anxiety, and I know that being one of the hosts of a party is causing you some anxiety,” he explains as he wraps his arm around my shoulders and gently pulls me to lean on him. “However, I also know that you need to eat something. Fruit is a comfort food for you. So I grabbed some of your favorites and brought it over,” he finishes, and I tilt my head and lift it to meet his lips in a kiss. “You’re too good to me,” I whisper when I pull away, and he just smiles and shakes his head. “No, you’re too good for me,” he says, and then leans down and presses another kiss on my lips. 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ “Thanks for coming,” I hear Harry say from my spot laid out on the couch, as the last guests leave. Anne had gone to bed about an hour ago in her room here at the house. Gemma had also gone to the guest room she was staying in, which was right across from their mother’s room. Sarah and Mitch had left hours ago, heading back to the hotel to get the baby into bed at a semi-decent time. I close my eyes as Harry walks back into the room and Moon River, by Audrey Hepburn, comes over the speaker in the room. I quietly hum along with it until I feel a shadow fall over my head. “Come dance with me,” he says, gently playing with the necklace that is resting on my collar bones, one that he had given me a couple of months after our one year anniversary. I hum in agreement before allowing him to take my hand and pull me up. As soon as I’m standing he pulls me to him and we sway back and forth, slowly moving around the room. Another slow song comes on as we continue dancing, lost in our own little world. After a while I pull back and look at him. “Ready to rest now?” I quietly say, not meaning for the night, but meaning for a greater amount of time. He gives me a small smile and nods yes. We stop dancing and make our way over to the couch, and he sits down first, laying down on the couch. He spreads his legs so that I can slip my body between them, and I lay down with my head on his chest. He rubs his hands up and down my back as we sit there in silence, the only noise being the music that is playing through the speakers. “What are we going to do tomorrow?” he quietly asks after a few minutes. “Rent that boat you mentioned. Clean up from this party and get the house ready for the guests that are coming next week. Say goodbye to your mom for now,” I say, and then pause. “It doesn’t really matter what we do. What matters is that you get some well deserved and needed rest,” I say, and then place a gentle kiss on his chest. “What is this rest thing you speak of?” he says, and without looking at him I can hear the smile in his voice, and feel the chuckle rumble through his chest. “It’s something you deserve and need to enjoy,” I say, and then I stand up, holding my hand out for him. “Here, let me show you.”

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For Sport (Matthew Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo)

Pt 5

A.n - hey yall so this is gonna be a very very very slow burn I already have some chapters written so I will probs rapid fire. It will be toxic, there will be angst , smut , everything you can possibly think of. It happens.

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Its finally the end of the week and I’m packing my bag to leave early from school not wanting to finish the day. I spent the rest of the week hanging out with the triplets because Haylee has been giving me the silent treatment, which wont last longer seeing as she has nothing to do all weekend.

I sent a quick text to the group chat Nick created for us.

Pickle-

Hey babes, I'm leaving school. Not a single part of me wants to stay here so I will see you tonight.

I throw my phone into the waistband of my leggings grabbing my keys and heading out the side door. During my drive to my dads house I thought about the words Lindsey spewed at me the other morning. ‘Be a whore as much as you want. Matt will never forget me’ It wasnt that I even liked Matt, it was that 1. I was NOT a whore and 2. Why can't I just spend time with friends without it being labeled? The way she looked at me with disgust really irked me too. I literally didn't bother anyone. I kept to myself as much as possible.

Machue-

Okay us too, see you at our house.

Nicky-

10 mins out

I rolled my eyes, somehow in two days of coming over these boys have managed to woo my dad and basically raid my entire kitchen. I ran upstairs and decided I would use these ten minutes to actually relax. Before I knew it my door was being pounded on. I sent them a quick text that I was just in my room and to come up.

“I've decided to grace you guys with my presence at this football game” Nick said entering my room and laying next to me. “Grace is a STRONG word” Matt took the next spot next to me on my bed. “I personally love some Nicky time” I said sitting up looking at Matt with a dirty look. Chris laid at the end of my bed opening his phone. Matt started getting a call as he laid his head on my lap answering it, I looked at the contact name. It was Maddy with a purple heart, a pange of annoyance ran through my chest as he started speaking.

“Helloo” he answered dragging his voice out. “Hi Matty! Are you driving us to the game!” This girl's voice already annoyed me. “No sorry I'm going with Y/N, see ya there” he quickly hung up before the girl could reject and looked up at me smiling. I rolled my eyes at him, I shouldn't be jealous, I don't even like him.

“What time do we have to leave?” I asked looking up from my phone. “In like three hours” I laid down making Matt have to rest his head on the middle of my back “Wake me up in two please” Chris patted my leg getting up “I'm going to make food” Nick stood up following him leaving me and Matt alone. “C’mon move over a little” Matt said while I moved over a little laying on my side while he snuck his arm around my waist. I felt my cheeks heat up and I closed my eyes feeling his warm body behind me.

“Come on guys, we got an hour till we got to go” Chris said, shaking me. I got up finding something to wear. I decided on legging with a cropped hoodie and a larger flannel over it seeing as it would be a little colder. Mass weather at night was no joke. I go into the bathroom to change and brush my teeth quick. I walked out to all the boys sitting on my bed waiting for me.

“Lets go downstairs and get food before” I said, grabbing my phone and making my way down the stairs before the boys came booking it past me down the stairs. We all ate for a little before walking out of the kitchen towards my car. I quickly lock the doors, handing the keys to Matt.

I sat in the front, Matt driving with Chris and Nick in the back. I put on Ivy by frank ocean and Matt smiled at me putting a hand on my thigh. I felt my cheeks heat up as I looked down not wanting him to see. He left his hand there the rest of the ride. Once we get to the game we made our way into the bleachers. I took a seat next to Olivia for a minute to talk to her, the boys sat up top while some girls ran over. I finished my conversation with Olivia before walking up the bleachers to see some girl sitting in between Matt’s legs. I stop dead in my tracks, you have to be kidding me.

I rolled my eyes at Matt as I took a seat in between Chris’ legs. “Who the fuck is that.” I ask Chris angirly “Maddy, don't worry I got this.” He says before sitting up “Hey Maddy, ever think about NOT being a whore” I choked on my laugh, it was rude I didn't even know this girl.

“Chris chill” Matt said, pushing the girl out between his lap while I gave him a nasty look. “Chris can we go sit in the car” Half time had already hit, I hadn't realized how long I was with Olivia. “I'm coming” Matt said following a step behind us. I decided to just ignore his presence, he couldn't just act the way he had been and then flirt with other girls expecting me to be okay with it.

“Can we sleepover? We won't be back to your house till like ten and that's not including stopping to get food” Matt asked I shrugged agreeing still annoyed with him. We all sat in my warm car until half time was over. Chris and Nick walked together as Matt held me behind.

“Come on, what's up?” Matt asked “Oh nothing you just cuddle me to sleep, hold my leg in the car and once we are here you have some other bitch sit between your legs” I say finally taking a breath. “Are you jealous?” He steps closer looking down at me with a smirk, I shake my head going to walk away as he grabs my wrist pulling me back “If you want me for yourself just say that.” We were chest to chest and honestly he had me speechless. I sighed turning my back to him “Lets go Matthew” He ran up behind me as we walked back into the game together.

The Maddy girl would’nt leave Matt the fuck alone. I was getting pissed and it was obvious. I got up halfway through the last quarter. “Nick wanna go wait in the car?” He nodded, standing up “Lets just go” Matt said, grabbing my forearm leading me down the bleachers. Chris and Nick followed behind as Matt and I walked ahead. “Lets go out to eat and than back to yours” Nick offered and I nodded agreeing before leaning back in my seat thinking about this Maddy girl. I have never felt the weird feeling I have right now. Almost as soon as the thought was going through my head, Matt's phone lit up with a text from her. I scoffed, shaking my head and looking out the window. I had a horrible feeling about her.

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@worldlxvlys

#matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo

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lala-writes-fetish · 1 month

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uh oh I forgot ~I m really a dumb sub lol~

so here is the list (not really request just suggestions, I think others will agree)

Adele exarchopoulos

aimee Garcia

Alison brie

Amanda cerny

~amber heard~

Amy Adams

anna Kendrick

anne Hathaway

anya Taylor joy

April bowlby

ariana grande

aubrey plaza

bella Thorne

~belle delphine~

billie eillish

billie piper

Brianna Hildebrand

brie larson

Bryce Dallas Howard

cailee spaeny

camilla mendes

Candice Patton

caylee Cowan

~Cheryl hines~

Christina Hendricks

chyler Leigh

Claudia Jessie

daisy ridley

Dakota Johnson

demi Lovato

Diane Guerrero

dua lipa

Elena kampouris

Elizabeth Banks

-debicki

-olsen

Ellie Kemper

Emily blunt

emma myers

-Roberts

-stone

felicity Jones

florence Pugh

~gal gadot~

Gemma chan

Gwendoline christie

Gwyneth Paltrow

hailee Steinfeld

Hayden pannetiere

haylee

Hayley Atwell

isis hainsworth

jameela Jamil

jane Douglas

jenna coleman

jenifer connelly

-Coolidge

-garner

-Lawrence

-stone

Jessica Chastain

-Henwick

jodie Whitaker

Justina valentine

karen gillan

kat dennings

Katelyn ohashi

Kathryn hahn

-Newton

Katy perry

Kirsten Dunst

Kristen schaal

-stewart

krysten ritter

lacey chabert

lana del Rey

Lauren Mayberry

~lily collins~

lily James

Lindsey Shaw

lizzy Caplan

Lucy hale

madelaine petsch

Madison Pettis

maisie Williams

margot robbie

~mariah carey~

marisa Tomei

~Martina big~

Mary elisabeth Winstead

maya Hawke

megan thee stallion

Melissa benoist

-Rauch

Milana vayntrub

milly Alcock

... and that s just up to the m 😅😔

Wow, now that's a list!

Sorry for replying so late and thank you for the effort of putting this together. We'll screen the celebs on here and check out if there is enough good and inspiring material of them in order to make some captions. Safe to say that we won't get around to include ALL of them, obviously.

Question: What is the turn-on for you guys about dominant celebrity women and their feet? Is it the thought of them "enslaving" you? Or do you just like the look of the celeb-woman and imagine yourself with a "version" of her in your life? :)

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scarletsxnss · 3 months

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@missperfectlyfinewrites || dont mind me just trying to continue our thread on yet another blog

victor knows what he asks of her is inconsiderate. not long ago, she was a young woman who was experiencing freedom for the first time. haylee was at the age where life was just starting to get exciting. but now that he knows the kind of mind his daugher has. she's so much like him—perverted and depraved. for so long he pushed those emotions down, but it's obvious she hasn't learned the same control.

it was the family curse, in some ways. their insatiable sex drive and unholy kinks. his dick is pressed against her and he hums when she scoots back. even though she strayed from time to time, she was still his good little girl. he gives her the space to respond, though he gives her a knowing hum. "that's good, princess... i'll probably eat a little later." she was a good cook. her food always warmed him. she was daddy's perfect house slut. from cleaning to cooking—to cockwarming—she knew how to love him right.

"but you know what i mean." every day he asks her the same question. victor was a patient man. slowly he could feel her mind drift towards him and him alone. she's already so good with staying home, under his touch. "did you have naughty thoughts? about anyone other than daddy?" one hand keeps fondling her. the other snakes down between her legs and begins rubbing her clit. "be honest."

#( story : victor )#( victor + haylee : 001 )

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billydunneapologist · 4 months

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snow x reader writers r making it so hard for me to remember who the real enemy is. finnick, my love, IM TRYING I SWEAR.

(p.s. if anyone wants to add me to their tag list i’d actually die of happiness ty 😍🙏💓🥰)

#haylee’s thoughts #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #coryo snow #coryo x reader #finnick odair the man that u are #finnick #finnick odair #the hunger games #tom blyth #thg series #tbosbas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes

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inspiringwhilerespiring · 2 years

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D3pr3$$!0n

This sucks. I currently have no will to carry on. No motivation to change my life. We all di3 anyways right? I feel too far gone at this point. The only reason I’m here is so that others can be ok. But I’m not ok. This feeling always comes back. No one understands. I don’t even understand. I don’t have the energy anymore to even care or try to understand. I just don’t want to feel this way anymore

#mine #me #haylee #thoughts #about me #idk

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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I've been looking for a story of Daryl and Y/N, where an argument goes a little too far and Y/N end up fliching away. Soft and comforting Daryl💖

sure :) as a person who literally flinches at people clapping, i felt this

"You can choose to stay sometimes." I call out, Daryl's chin tilting so he can give me a sideways glance out his peripheral, my chest rising and falling in a frustrated sigh. I wrap the sheets around my shoulders, settling the goosebumps on my skin as Daryl leans against his desk and he tilts his head at me.

"Gotta work- gotta help." He shrugs simply, folding his arms over his chest. My bottom lip juts out in a pathetic pout, hands shaking in my lap at the thought of being alone all day, waiting to see if Daryl returns home safely.

"I know but I only see you at night and in the morning. We get an hour a day with each other, Daryl." He just shakes his head as I speak, my words sounding more desperate and more frustrated as he continues to dismiss me.

"This ain't like the old world. I can't waste my tim-"

"I'm sorry, waste your time?" I snap, eyes slitting as I glare at him, watching a scared look pass through his eyes and he immediately tries to play damage control.

"I didn't mean it like that-"

"You meant it exactly how you said it." I cut him off once more and he scoffs, taking a hefty step towards the bed with clenched fists.

"Will you let me get a goddamn word in?" He asks, jaw tight as he sits down in front of me, hands reaching up towards my face and instinctively, my body inches away from him and my eyes snap shut. "Aye." My hands raise defensively as his fingers wrap around my wrists. When my eyes open, Daryl's staring right back at me, brows furrowed at my misplaced fear. "Stop." He whispers, reaching up once more to cup my cheeks with a gentle shrug. "That's all." He reassures, pulling me towards him to rest his forehead against mine and my heart rate slows a considerable amount. "You drive me crazy." He laughs quietly, pressing a kiss to each of my cheeks before sighing.

"I know." I mutter, taking his hands in mine, setting them in my lap.

"But I love you." I can't fight the smile that spreads across my lips, my eyes rolling playfully at his attempt to swoon me. I know that he's probably just trying to win me over so he won't feel bad when he wants to go out and work but apart of me is still hoping he'll make the decision to stay. "You want me to stay?" Bingo.

"Please." I plead, squeezing his hands tightly as he presses a kiss to my lips, wrapping an arm around my waist before tackling me to the bed with a sigh.

"'lright, I'll stay." He whispers, cradling my head to his chest and a happy sigh leaves me as I cling to him. "Can't have you begging me to stay in bed with you."

-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o- Taglist: @bubblebuttwade @rafelover2405 @leslienjazzy @sorceresss @grxnde-dwt @alex–awesome–22 @bunnietoof @niyamar1e @serialghost @plantlungs @geniusohn @akaliltimmytim @lilaalouuxx @xshariex @elliotsbeigeguitar @elle4404 @lelieja @srhxpci @joselyn001 @taysirene @spinkspanther @thedivineuphoria @peter-maximoffs @tsukishimawhore @poohkie90 @szlaco @distantsighs @nstyles4299 @wolflover384 @givemefoodandlovesstuff @vane28282 @yeswhatever33 @amirrahfranson @vvaalleennttiinna @f-mu @yaspillz @jeyramarie @skylievin@abbybarnes17 @jointherebellion215 @visiondaddy

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#daryl #daryl x reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead #the walking dead fic

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chalametsimp · 2 years

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Sex and Candy 18+

Pairings: Timothée Chalamet x Reader

Summary: Timmy has a plan to get you on your knees. A plan that involves great news.

Warnings: smuttttt, fingering, oral both receiving, leg riding, unprotected sex, cum swallowing, daddy kink kind of. this is naughty okay.

Word Count: 3.1k+

Authors Note: sorry this took so long my weekend was kind of crazy. Had four of my parents friends over so I had to entertain all weekend and I recouped most of yesterday. Tried to post this last night but tumblr hates me. I hope you enjoy despite how long this took me. Love you guys. Gif not mine. Title from Marcys playground

masterlist

Tag list : @misswestfall @chal-latte @timmymyluv @haylee-e @timotheel0ver @dayafied (if I forgot to add u pls remind me)

You were sat at your kitchen counter, typing something for work on your laptop when Timothée came home, you immediately stopped your typing when you heard the door unlock and he stepped in. “Hello, my darling!” He called out for you, tugging off his denim jacket. “I have excellent news!”

“In here, babe!” You called back for him and soon he found you. Timothée placed his jacket on the counter and strode over to you, arms immediately wrapping around your waist. His chest pressed against your back and his chin rested on your shoulder, eyes looking to what you were working on. It was suddenly the least of your concerns.

“Welcome home.” You craned your neck to look at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “What’s your news, sunshine?”

He smiled wide at the nickname and returned the kiss, this time on your lips. It was short and sickeningly sweet. “It’s big, it’s huge.” Timothée beamed, standing up straight. He placed his hands on your shoulders, rubbing them gently.

“I know it is.” You laughed and he rolled his eyes as you wiggled your eyebrows at him. “Just tell me!”

“No. You have to guess!” He laughed, the beautiful sound filled the room and made your stomach do a flip. “It’ll be fun, I promise. If you guess right, there’s a prize involved.” Timothée winked.

It was more so a gift for him, but he knew that you would enjoy it too.

“Okay fine, you’re lucky you’re so cute.” You chuckled and pinched his cheeks lightly where they were upturned in a wide smile.

Timothée pretended to be offended but he leaned into your touch, regardless. He always missed you when he had to be away for the day, he didn’t even like to think about the times you had to spend months apart. “Do I at least get a hint?” You pouted, pulling him out of his thoughts of you and how happy he was to be home.

“Of course you get a hint, I actually just picked it up.” You now noticed the bag in his hands and your curiosity was piqued. It as a paper bag and it had the words ‘the Sweet Shop’ in gold writing. He started to pull out the contents. Four different takeout containers and two chocolate bars. You raised your eyebrows at him.

“I don’t get it.” You stared at the containers before you with a baffled expression on your face.

He thought the look on your face was adorable but he had to tell you “Just open one.”

You did as he instructed, popping open the first white and red package. It was filled to the brim with peach rings. “Something to do with peaches? James and the giant peach?”

The guess made him laugh, he simply shook his head ‘no’. “Call me by your name, a sequel?”

He laughed again and shook his head, “No, open another one.” You said nothing and once more we’re doing as he instructed, popping open a second container. Filled with assorted hard candies of all different shapes and sizes.

“Another candyman movie and you’re the lead detective?” You mused, plucking one of the candies from its place in the container. You unwrapped it and placed it on your tongue before it disappeared into your mouth. Timothée’s eyes stared at your lips the entire time, wishing you would just guess correctly so he could show you what was hidden in his jacket over far side of the counter.

“No, one more guess.” he sighed softly “Hint, you were closer with the Roald Dahl than any of the other tries.” His eyebrows raised at you, knowing this would be the one that would make the lightbulb click on in your mind.

“Willy Wonka!” You gasped and your hand shot to your mouth for a brief moment, staring at him in disbelief when he nodded his head, curls bouncing slightly. “You’re going to be Wonka! That’s awesome, honey! I feel so stupid for not guessing that first.” You shut your laptop and turned to him, grinning. “So proud of you.”

“Thank you, baby.” He cooed, reaching forward to tug at your sleeve. “Come here and give me another kiss, I think I deserve one, hm?” You couldn’t resist the proposition so you stood from your chair and leaned forward to press your lips firmly against his. Timothée was happy you complied, smiling against your lips. His hands found there way to your face, cupping it in his hands as he groaned into your mouth. You pulled him closer by the hem of his trousers and then pulled away. He grumbled at the loss of your lips and gently pulled you up closer by your chin, trying to get another one. You couldn’t resist that either and gave him another kiss. Just one.

“What’s my prize?” You questioned, looking up at him. It was an innocent question but it made his eyes darken. “Good girls who guess correctly get a reward, right?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that… hm,” he lied “Good girls do get rewards, you’re correct.” Timothée pulled away from you and made his way to the counter and pulled a small bottle of chocolate syrup from the pocket. A confused look braced your features once again. He smirked.

“Chocolate syrup?” You asked. He nodded and stepped back over to you, setting it on the counter beside the both of you.

“Yeah, baby. Chocolate syrup.” Timothée took a step forward to run a finger up your side gently, and up to your shoulder and finally to your neck where he pushed a piece of hair away from your skin. Timothée dipped his head down to press a wet kiss to your neck, suckling gently on the skin. He whispered, hot breath fanning over your flesh, making you shiver. “Lots of fun things we can do with chocolate syrup.”

“Timothée, you pervert.” You drawled out his name with a whine and it sent blood rushing to his cock. He tried his best to not show how much it affected him.

“Oh, you love it though. Don’t you?” He teased you, nipping down gently against your skin. You didn’t respond, you couldn’t. You just shook your head and it made him chuckle. The fact that you couldn’t respond with words was just proof that you really did love it.

“Oh really?” He played back, now running one of his hands back down your side until his fingers were dipping into the hem of your panties and sliding underneath to run along your already slick folds. He rubbed his finger against your clit just barely, pulling another whine from you. “Then why is it that you’re so wet for me already? You’re a pervert too.” He tsked, finger applying more pressure to the bundle of nerves. Your hips bucked upwards into the sensation.

“I can’t help it.” You whined “You make me this way.”

“What way?” When you didn’t respond again he pulled his hand away from your heat. You groaned and tried to push your hips up into his touch. “Tell me.”

“You make me this wet.” You keened, reaching for his hand to pull it back to your cunt. “You know this, please don’t make me beg.”

“Oh but you sound so pretty when you beg.” Timothée murmured, allowing his hand to be pulled where ever you wanted it to go. “What do you want, hm?” One finger was now circling around your entrance.

“Please, Timothée, please.” Your voice was almost a cry as you begged for what you knew he would always give you. “Fingers, please. I want your fingers. Please.” Tears pricked in your eyes.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” He cooed, gently pushing you back in the direction of the stool where you gladly took a seat right at the edge. Timothée kept his finger just dragging alongside your clit before he finally was pushing the digit into your heat. A long mewl came from your lips and he smirked at the sound, using his freehand to push your thighs further apart. His eyes widened at the lewd sight in front of him, your legs spread for him, arousal nearly dripping already as he pumped a finger inside of you. He groaned your name “fuck, want to taste you.” You were always his favorite flavor of sweet, and now he really couldn’t resist.

Timothée shuffled onto his knees in front of the stool and leaned forward to gather some of your juices with his tongue. You whimpered, hips rolling closer to his face. “Please, more.” You begged again, his finger complied and moved faster inside of you, he was feeling gracious and added another one beside it. “Oh, thank you.” You sighed out in pleasure, head threatening to fall back as you tangled a hand into his hair.

He didn’t speak back as he was too focused on gliding his tongue along your wet heat and his fingers focused on pumping inside of you.

The sounds of his fingers and his tongue was almost enough to push you over the edge. You rocked your hips against his fingers as you finally looked down at him. Only to see just his curls, nose pressed to your mound as his eyes focused up on you. When you seen his eyes, you moaned out “Please, please, don’t stop. Going to cum.” Your voice was barely there but he heard it. He grunted quietly against your cunt and his fingers curled to hit your sweet spot and you cried out every time the pad of the long digits brushed against it. It only took a few more strokes of his fingers before you were cumming around his hand. Your walls clenched around him and he swore if it were any more pressure, his fingers would’ve broke. Your eyes never moved from him as he pulled them out and slipped them into his mouth, sighing at the taste. When he had cleaned them off he was reattaching his mouth around your cunt and he was lapping up what he had missed.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groaned and stood from where he was sat on the floor, erection in his pants definitely obvious now. “Now, it’s your turn to taste something sweet.” The words sent another shiver through your body and you nodded quickly.

You knew what he meant and you attempted to stand up so you could return the favor. Your legs were wobbly and he noticed so he reached out his hand for you to take. You gladly accepted his help, taking his hand as you sunk to your knees now, hand coming up to palm him through his jeans. “Off.” You mumbled, tugging at his belt.

“So excited to have this cock in your mouth that you really need daddy’s help with his pants?” His words were thick with lust and you swallowed, nodding quickly. That was all he needed. He helped you with the belt and you popped the button open on his jeans. You tugged on the denim to watch it slide down his legs and you were immediately running your hands up his smooth, milky thighs. “You’re so good for me.” He breathed.

You reached to the hem of his boxers as he reached for the bottle of chocolate syrup that you had almost all but forgotten. You pulled his boxers down to his ankles and took his cock in your hands, leaning forward to press a kiss to the head of it. Timothée popped open the cap of the syrup bottle and you watched in awe as he poured some over the length of his cock. Your eyes glued to a trail of chocolate that threatened to spill from his cock and to the floor. You put yourself between the two, holding your tongue out underneath so the chocolate could gather on your tongue instead of on the clean floor. His eyes watched the entire thing, growing almost impossibly hard as your mouth widened for the sugary concoction.

His hips bucked forward but only a little bit so he didn’t make a mess, silently begging you to touch him. You were happy to do so and leaned forward to lick a long stripe underneath his cock, cleaning the chocolate that had gathered there. You hummed in satisfaction before running your tongue along the side. “Oh fuck.” He groaned, one hand making its way to your hair. The other hand moved to rest on your cheek, thumb running over your skin. “You look so fucking pretty down there, cleaning off daddy’s cock.”

You smiled up at him as you did the same to the opposite side, tongue ghosting over a vein in the process. Timothée nearly melted into the floor.

“Have some more, baby.” He cooed.

You didn’t need to be told that twice, your hand steadied itself against his hip and you leaned forward to finally wrap your lips around the tip, tongue swishing around, tasting chocolate and his sour pre-cum. The taste was heavenly and it made your stomach twist into knots again. You tried to ignore the fact that you were getting so wet again, just from having his cock in your mouth. You were able to hide this for a while as you took more of him into your mouth, chocolate gathering on your lips as you hollowed out your cheeks, suckling around him. Timothée grunted and his hand tugged at pieces of your hair, hips stirring.

Your thighs rubbed together in need and he noticed this, smirk growing wide. He leaned back against the counter and stepped one leg forward on the hardwood, foot pushing to spread your thighs apart. Your eyes shot open to look up at him, moving from their spot of gazing at his beautiful flesh. You whined at the feeling of the air in between your thighs, rubbing them together felt much better. You were about to pull his cock out of your mouth to protest but he rutted his hips forward at the same time, so you were almost swallowing his whole cock. Timothée wasn’t going to deprive you, however. He stepped his leg once more, closer to you and his calf rubbed against your swollen and needy clit. Your hips immediately rolled forward, pressing yourself closer to him. He chuckled, almost darkly. “You’re so cute. So needy for me that you’ll take absolutely anything that I give you.”

You couldn’t respond, you just moaned around his cock, hips desperately rolling against his leg. Your eyes fluttered closed, feeling content with him in your mouth and your clit against his skin. “You look so filthy right now. Sucking on my cock, so desperate for my touch that you’ll fuck yourself on my leg.” His voice was shaky and his grip on your hair tightened.

You moaned around his cock and it turned into a choke, mouth full of saliva. He watched intently as you pulled away slowly, a trail of drool dripping to the floor that you tried so hard to keep pristine. Timothée panted your name over and over and pushed his hips forward to ask for more. You ignored him for a moment, mouthing at his cock, slurping up some of the thick layers of saliva that had coated him. Your hips stopped rocking and you gazed up at him, eyes wide and pleading. “Please, please, fuck me. I can’t take this anymore.”

“Thought you’d never ask, angel.” His voice was softer now and he held a hand down for you to take “C’mere.” He helped you up to your feet and he turned you around, pushing your shoulders forward so you were bent over the stool.

“Hmm, please” you murmured, hips wiggling onto nothing, silently begging. Timothée didn’t waste any time as he gripped your hips and rubbed the head of his cock over your entrance, all at once pushing inside of you. “Oh, fuck!” You cried out, bracing yourself on the stool as he already was dragging his cock into your warm heat and back out.

“Sorry, I couldn’t wait any longer.” He groaned, leaning down to press a kiss to the back of your shoulder “You have no idea how fucking hot you looked down there.”

“Guess I’ll have to be doing that m-more often.” You were barely able to speak, your voice a whimper. “As much as I love this cock.”

“Oh, yeah?” Timothée mused, voice high and strained. “You love it?” His hips snapped forward at a quicker pace, turned on by your praises.

“Yeah, daddy, I love it.” You whimpered, attempting to push your hips higher, up on your tippy toes. He helped you, hands underneath your hips as he pushed them up forward. You cried out at the feeling of him reaching deeper inside of you. You were both a moaning mess by now, the entire apartment filled with indecent squelching noises and skin against skin.

“Fuck you’re so hot,” he grunted, moving a finger to rub circles against your slippery clit, walls clenching around him “you’re going to make daddy cum.”

Your next words surprised him and he wasn’t sure if he could keep it in after that “I want to swallow it, daddy. Please.”

“Oh fuck, now. Now.” The sound of you desperate to have him spill down your throat was enough to send him over the edge. Timothée quickly pulled out and you scrambled back to your knees where you opened your mouth wide for him, tongue spreading out to catch his seed. He was immediately jerking his cock, only a couple of times before thick ropes shot onto your tongue and down your throat, some missing and hitting your flushed lips. He couldn’t take his eyes off the sight and a final wave of pleasure ran through him. Timothée wished he could take a picture to save that image forever.

You swallowed like always and then your tongue came back out to show him that you had consumed it all. He smiled lovingly at you, very pleased. “Such a good girl for me. Thank you.”

“Thank you.” You whispered back, leaning into his touch when his fingers reached out to run along the side of your face.

“I love you, now let’s go get you cleaned up, hm?” His voice was soft and loving now, it made you smile wide.

“I love you too.” You allowed yourself to be pulled up by the hand he extended to you. Your legs were shaking and your arms were immediately wrapping around him when you got to your feet. You buried your face into his chest.

After the two of you took a shower, you cuddled for the rest of the night and had a Willy Wonka marathon, champagne shared from a big mug. You were both sure, this was the best celebration he could have had.

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Being awoken by my panicking 7 year old at 3am because her older sister is super sick and needs to be rushed to the emergency department really SHOULD have been on my April 2024 bingo card. Man, I’m so worried and it’s just so…busy. And I’m not allowed in there so I’ve had to get an ambulance to take her and I’m sitting outside the hospital on the street basically freezing to death in tears because THEY WON’T LET ME IN BECAUSE A STUPID MEMBER OF STAFF NEGLECTED MY DAUGHTER’S HEALTH WHEN SHE WAS 2 AND I WENT CRAZY and my brother had to drive 40 minutes out and I really just wish we lived in the east, the Monash children’s is so much better than the Royal children’s who are unforgivable honestly for never letting me be with my daughter during her treatments and emergencies and for what they did to me when my 2 month old passed in 2019. I will never forgive them and now I’m just sitting here so panicked with the absolute worst thoughts and biggest fears like come on Haylee, you have to get better, what will Sam De Koning and Tom Hawkins do without their biggest fan? What will I do without you? And why am I thinking this morbidly?

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For Sport (Matthew Sturniolo & Chris Sturniolo)

Pt 6

We are getting into the juicy stuff soon I swear

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Y/N’s POV-

It has been three weeks since the football game. Matt has been pulling the same shit. Some days he's with Nate and he goes and hangs out with Maddy and Alanah. I've never had anything against her but she was starting to get on my nerves.. I have yet to meet this Maddy girl but whatever. On the days Matt leaves me to be with them Chris or Nick stay with me. Haylee apologized finally and tomorrow we are getting ready for homecoming together.

“Hey Pickle, are we coming over?” Nick asked as he, Matt, and Chris circled around me at my locker. I thought it was obvious they were since they picked me up for school. Before I could speak Matt chimes in “I'm going with Nate today, I can drop you guys off though” I rolled my eyes closing my locker.

This girl will be the bane of my existence. Not only was she trying to get with Matt, and no I'm not just being crazy. Anytime I see her around school she gives me the nastiest looks or when she walks past me she laughs at me. I don’t care though because it's not like me and Matt are a thing, but if she carries on with those nastiness, I will have to do something about it.

“Y/N slow down.” Matt said grabbing my forearm as I tried to fast walk away “Fuck off Matt go spend time with your other girl” This has been a weekly argument “You act like I don’t end up right back at your house after a hour” I rolled my eyes as he opened the passenger door for me and before I got into the car I heard a distant yelling.

It was Maddy. Her friend. Screaming some stupid ass song out the window directly towards me. I look up at Matt while he has a pissed staring them down, he put his hand on my lower back and shoved me into the car, slamming the door and yelling for Nick and Chris to get into the car and at this point I was seething.

“THESE STUPID BITCHES ARE GOING TO GET FUCKED UP IF THEY DONT LEAVE ME ALONE!”I screamed as Nick shut his door, once again this has nothing to do with Matt and everything to do with how they think they can just walk all over me. “Y/N Calm down when we get home lets just watch some movies and relax” Chris suggested placing his hands over my shoulders. I started crying, not because I was sad. Because I was so royally pissed off and there was nothing I could do about it.

We finally made it back to the house. Chris kept his hand on my shoulder the entire ride while I silently let the tears fall down my face. We started getting out and Matt went to unbuckle his seatbelt “What are you doing.” I asked, seeing as he was just supposed to be dropping us off. “I'm coming in?” He said more as a question, I started shaking my head “Nuh-uh, you made your bed. Lay in it” I slammed the door and Nick and Chris followed in behind me.

We layed in my bed on our phones as I had calmed down and just wanted to relax about two hours later I got a text from Matt.

Mache-

Can I come sleepover too?

Y/N-

Do whatever you want.

Machue-

Lets talk about this when I get there?

Y/N-

Rather not.

After about thirty minutes I heard Matt's footsteps stalking up the stairs. “Y/N lets go” I rolled my eyes getting up from the bed looking at Nick and Chris. “We’ll be back in an hour.” Matt said to them before closing the door, an hour? He started down the stairs and out the front door and I just followed as we got into his car. He started it up before speaking and peeled off.

“What is your problem? Nothing is happening to you” I said scoffing at him “Nothing is happening to me? Y/N I’d like to say we are pretty damn close and you are taking everything out on me” I looked at him with wide eyes “ITS LITERALLY YOUR FAULT. YOUR THE ONE HANGING OUT WITH HER AND CLEARLY GIVING HER SOME THOUGHT YOU GUYS ARE A THING FOR HER TO ACT THIS WAY TOWARDS ME.” I raised my voice beyond annoyed with the fact this has been going on for weeks. “Open your fucking eyes Matt, if you want her go be with her and leave me the fuck alone. Chris is just as good” I whispered the last part looking away but he did indeed hear me and I was indeed fucked. “IF CHRIS IS JUST AS GOOD GO FUCK HIM” I didnt know where that one came from because last I checked its not like me and Matt were fucking or even kissing we just cuddled some nights. “And what if I do.” I spoke through gritted teeth, Matt grabbed me by my neck pulling me closer to him and almost in a whisper said “you. Will. regret. It” I shook him off of me “Whatever Matt, lets just go back. I want to sleep, homecoming is tomorrow and i'm going to the after party” He snapped his head back to me “With who?” I looked at him “Haylee, speaking of you guys need to leave in the morning shes coming to get ready.” Matt nodded and we went back to my house acting as if the whole fight in the car had never happened. I laid between Nick and Chris watching movies until it was time to go to bed.

Matt crawled his way back up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, I could feel his cold hands on my stomach as he slipped them right under the hem of my shirt. I shivered and he pulled me closer into him. I know I need to be mad at him right now but this has become accustomed. Matt wraps himself around me as we sleep.

The next morning we wake up around ten as the boys change into their extra clothes that lay around my room now. “Okay Chris, Im picking you up at five for pictures so be ready, remember five ill be there. I expect you showered” I say kissing his cheek as they are about to walk out the door. Chris and Nick head towards the car as Matt hung back for a second “Do I get a kiss for the road” I giggled going on my tip toes to kiss his cheek and he walks out the door. The moment the door closes I send a message to Haylee to come over so we can run to target before getting ready.

After four hours of just hanging out we start getting ready. I decided to be simple and just curl my hair while Haylee was doing some crazy braids. On top of simple hair I decided on simple make up. Mascara simply because I don't know how to do anything else. Once I was finished with those two tasks I put on all my jewelry, I usually wear silver but since my dress was black I decided on gold. I put on my necklace and earrings before slipping into my dress. “Oh My God, Y/N you look magical!” Haylee practically yelled as she finished slipping on her blue dress. We were matching but opposites, we had the same spaghetti strap sparkly dress just in different colors, and she was wearing silver jewelry.

I slipped on my black heels as my father took a couple pictures of me, I hugged him and stepped into my car as Haylee got into her own. I called Chris before driving away. “Hellooo beautiful” Chris said as he picked up. “Okay i'm going through the checklist, Are you showered?” I asked “Yes” “Deodorant?” “Yes” “Clothes?” “Yes” “Cologne?” “YES C'MON Y/N YOU SAID YOU'D BE HERE TWENTY MINUTES AGO” I giggled while hanging up the phone making my way towards the boys house. When I pulled up they were all standing outside waiting for me, Chris in all black, Nick had a pink bowtie because he was going with Chloe, and Matt in green. I didn't know who was wearing green. Chris hoped in my car and I yelled to the other boys I’d see them there. “Okay, here's the game plan. My house for pictures. We are driving with Haylee and her date because I am drinking” I smiled at him. Chris nodded and acknowledged the plans as he placed a hand on my leg, queuing up songs on his phone.

After an hour of pictures we got into the car with Haylee and her date while me and Chris sat in the back. I pulled out my phone looking through the pictures and Chis laid his head on my shoulder telling me which ones to send to him. We pulled in where the homecoming was taking place. Chris held my hand to help me get out of the car with my heels as I ran over to Olivia's car “7 nips of dr. Mgiligutie please!” she smiled handing me the nips “There's a cop at the door, be careful” She winked at me I smiled before running around the side of her car holding chris infront of me from blocking everyone “Dont mind me” I say lifting up my dress and putting the nips lining my underwear. Chris stared down and I decided it was time to get my lick back “Eyes up here sweetheart” I said pulling his chin up giggling. He scoffed at me leaning down in my ear “Watch it” I grabbed his hand pulling him towards the entrance. “Burrr it's so cold!” I said holding my waste to make sure the nips wouldn't fall out right in front of the cops. “Chris, can you wait out here for me” I looked up at him batting my lashes and he nodded as I went into the bathroom, Haylee in there within a minute to watch the door as I took all the nips. After downing all seven I could already feel my face getting warm. I walked out of the bathroom grabbing Chris’ hand. "Let's go dance!” I shouted as he laughed while I pulled him into the dance. I quickly slipped off my heels and placed them on the closest table as I pulled Chris into the middle of the dance floor. After about an hour of dancing I noticed I had yet to see Matt so I decided to grab my heels and step outside to call him now fully feeling the effects of the alcohol.

“MATTY!!”” I yelled as he picked up “Where are you?” I asked, looking at him confused through facetime. “He’ll be there soon.” with that the phone was hung up. I knew that was Maddy’s voice and that meant I would not be waiting up for him. I walked back inside grabbing Chris and taking him to the dance floor for a dance. It was a slow dance and I felt like I wanted to throw up, I laid my head on Chris' shoulder and he could tell something was wrong “Come on Pickle, you wanna get out of here. Just me and you?” I nodded my head as I quickly texted my dad to come get me and Chris from the dance.

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