#😛😛😛😛i fucking wish

[glitchender]

🦟🌙🛐🖤

#vent don’t reblog #I love when my boss tells me I won’t make it in the real world for being sensitive #I love when my boss tells me my job will fire me if I cry a lot #I love when my boss points out how stressed I get and tells me it’s wrong #like wow thanks boss! not like I’m already struggling with accepting how sensitive I am #I’ve literally been like this! always! what the fuck do you want from me?? #I wish I wasn’t so sensitive #I would tear myself to bloody pieces if I was more normal #I would saw off my leg if it meant I could have normal emotions #‘[my] attitude is unacceptable’?? I am CLEARLY stressed #I am literally out here just trying to exist #thanks for at least calmly telling me I don’t deserve to exist so I wouldn’t straight up destroy something✌️😛✌️

[vanessaedp]

141 + König reacting to you taking off your mask.

taking off ur bally 😜😜✌️✌️😗😗🫶🫶

warnings: fluff, british slang 😛

FLASHING GIF WARNING

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Price

He had known the reason why you wore a balaclava and if he's honest. He hadn't ever expected you to take it off.

That was until today.

It was a simple mission really, do some fancy dress up party and poison the target.

However, to get into the party you need to have a partner

So, you and Price partnered up and went to the party as a fake couple. You wore a simple red dress and he wore a tuxedo.

The day before the mission he approached you. "Planning to paint your mask to match the dress, Sergeant?" He joked.

"No sir." You shake your head. "Actually, I wasn't going to wear it at all but now that you say that I might have another idea." You scoff at Price's dissapointed expression.

On the day of the mission you and Price are sat in a vehicle, he's running through the mission with you and take your mask off.

His look alone sent shivers down your spine. You expected him to look at you with horror or disgust but to your suprise he looked at you with admiration.

"Bloody hell, your beautiful, sarge." He said, his voice raspy and his throat dry.

"Don't get too excited, captain." You laugh.

Ghost

You and Ghost had some things in common.

You both were traumatised at a young age and you both wore masks.

He cared for you somewhat. Like how he cared for Soap

Except he liked you more.

During this mission it hadn't gone well. You had a bullet graze the side of your head and now you were splayed across the concrete floor with Ghost surrounded by mangled metal.

"Wheres the bleeding?" Ghost checked everywhere.

"My head." You mutter, turning your head to show a dark patch on your mask.

"May I?" Ghost's fingers hooked under your mask as if he was going to rip it off anyway.

You furrow your brows and roll your eyes. "It's not like I have a bloody choice, i'm bleeding to death you tosser."

Ghost grumbles something under his breath before peeling the mask off and placing it beside your head.

You swear you see his eyes widen the teeny tiniest bit. His eyes trail down your face for a split second before setting on your bleeding skull. "Right.." He says with a sigh, his voice hoarse.

"Enjoying the view?" You scoff, wincing when he starts treating your wound.

"You wish." He mumbles, his gaze flickering down to your face and lingering there for a few seconds.

Soap

You and Soap had been dating for 3 years. Not once have you taken your mask off.

He doesn't mind but all he wants is for you to trust him.

Soap allowed to stay off while you were recovering from a near-death experience. His left arm was hanging on by a thread after being abushed in a mission. He survived and is now on drugs so he can handle the pain.

You visited after his deployment to see how he was. He acted like a drunk man when he saw you, probably from the drugs.

"Who the feck are you..?" He slurred, his head lolling to one side. "My girlfriend won't be happy to see this.." He mutters.

You giggle and take a seat beside his bed. "I am your girlfriend, Johnny." You look down at his leg. It's stitched neatly. You grimace for a moment. You can handle all the gore in the world but your boyfriends? Now thats a different story.

You hear his heartbeat monitor pick up. "You wha?" He asks, his voice higher pitched and his brows raised.

"I'm your girlfriend." You slowly place a hand on his face.

"Fucking hell." He mutters, his eyes wide. "Are you sure? I'm abit of a twat." He shuffles, trying to sit up however you place a hand on his chest and push him back down.

"If I wasn't your girlfriend would I do this?" You hesitantly lift your mask up and lean close, kissing his cheek. You do this because he'll probably forget about it but its precious to see his reaction anyway.

"Fuck me sideways." He says under his breath, looking at you with admiration. His eyes stare at your eyes then the little scar on your left eyebrow. Then the burn scar shaped like a cross. Presumably from a branding iron. He then stared at your lips. He licked his then spoke.

"Can you do that again? But on my lips this time."

Gaz

"Listen i'm so sorry.. I don't even know how this happened I swear i'll fix it." Gaz protested. He accidentally ripped your mask while in a sparring match, thankfully you covered your face before anyone else saw.

"Gaz, it's fine." You say a little sarcastically. Sure, you were pissed he had ripped your only mask but he offered to fix it so there wasn't much point in being annoyed with him. "I want it fixed by tomorrow."

"Of course. I promise it'll be fixed." He even pinky swore on it.

After a long 12 hours of being in your room without letting anyone in with fear that they will see you without your mask you hear a knock at the door. "Gaz?"

"I've got your mask. Can I come in." He asks, twisting the door knob.

"Alright.." You mumble and sit up. Watching the door open and Gaz step in, he shuts it behind him and stops dead in his tracks when he sees you.

"Christ." He swallows hard. "You don't really need this mask, do you? It's only a silly balaclava." He waves it around.

"Kyle give it here." You hold your hand out and Gaz sighs, walking up to you and handing it over. He visibly tenses up when your hand brushes against his.

"So does that mean you'll wear it less around me?" He sounds excited, his eyes fixed on your face as you slipped the mask back on.

"Don't get your hopes up, mate. Thanks for fixing it though." You stand up and give him a wink, hitting his shoulder playfully.

König

"Jesus christ how do you wear your hood for so long." You sigh, blowing raspberries through your lips and lifting the bottom of your mask up to let some air through.

It was a heatwave at the base and you were MELTING

"Mine's baggy. More airflow." König stared down at you, his arms folded across his chest. "Why don't you take it off?"

"Fuck off you manky wank-stain." You laugh, shaking your head. "Bloody hell." You whine, the heat irritating you.

"I have a spare hood if you want it, liebe." He offered. "Come." He gestures for you to follow him and you do. He takes you to his room and he rumages through his drawer, tossing you a shirt with two holes in it.

"The bloody hell is this?" You giggle, looking at the massive shirt. "Your a size.. XXL?" You look at the tag.

"Just put the shirt on, selbstgefällig." He rolls his eyes which widen when he sees you take your mask off. It was truly a beautiful sight. Your cheeks pink and flushed from the heat, some strands of hair stick to your forehead. It was all interrupted when you slipped the shirt over your head.

"Schatz.." He mumbles. "Your very pretty, you know. You don't need it." He holds his head low.

"Thank you, König thats very kind of you." You smile under the shirt and adjust it. "Thanks for the hood aswell." You step forward and cup where you think his face is from under the mask. "I'll wear this more often."

You leave the room, leaving König flustered, flabbergasted and head over heels in love.

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here u go pookies come here and kiss me

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[pray4byron]

Hi 👋,

If you're still taking requests, I absolutely loved the most recent one you did with Lucifer, Adam and Vox proposing and marrying their s/o.

If possible could you do one similar to that but for Husk and Alastor?

If not, it's totally cool and I'm loving your work 😊

hellooo, dw i’m still taking requests haha, yeah i can do that for you!! the first part was undeniably fun to write so obviously i’ll do it again for ya haha

Warnings: None(?)

Alastor Proposal + Wedding Headcanons

Alastor never really knew what love truly felt like, until he met you, from that alone — he knew you were the one

His proposal was simple, but still very gentlemanly, his shadows were his band, playing some of your shared favorite songs, and Alastor stood in a different suit than the one he normally wears, a black version with a red streak instead of the white line that goes down the collar

He stood in the center of your room in the hotel, awaiting for you to get back from work, with a bouquet of spider lilies in his hands and a ring box in his pocket.

When you arrive, he has a soft and gentle smile on his face, in contrast to the big grin he usually shows, he didn’t feel vulnerable or at risk with you, so he could wind down with you

He hands you the bouquet and gets down on one knee, taking your ring out of the box, holding it to you, as his other hand takes yours in his and kisses the back of it

“My dearest and truest love, you have made me feel more alive than I ever have, even in my years on Earth.” He started, his radio affect softer than you’ve ever heard it, it’s unlike him, given he usually has a more cheery tone.

“You have showed me what love truly feels like, what in feels like in here —” He said, putting a hand to his heart, “That being said, would you make me the happiest man in Hell and be my lawfully wedded spouse?”

You and Alastor have a wedding almost immediately, thanks to his magic staff.

The ceremony is like any other, other than the fact your soon-to-be husband has a massive fucking grin on his face that did not falter the whole time, other than when you came down the isle, and it seemed to inch up his face more.

When it came to the kiss, he does turn you both around as he does not enjoy displaying affection infront of others, but he also won’t break tradition, so…

The reception is nowhere near boring, he knows how to have a good time, there’s excitable jazz music that has a good chunk of guests swaying and moving their feet

He also may or may not freak out some family members of yours…but that’s okay!

He also does not wish to be in wedding photos, due to his opinions on modern cameras and tech, but will for you, and either way, he knows his grin fucks up the photos in contrast to your beauty so he doesn’t really see the point tbh — but he’ll most likely make you guys use an old camera for effect

Husk Proposal + Wedding

Headcanons

Husk genuinely did not care to get married, well, he would be fine if you did, but he was content the way you both were, but he knew how much of a romantic you were so…

Quite frankly, he probably had the laziest proposal out of everyone I’ve written for for this, while you guys were laying in bed, bitch asked you if you would ever wanna get married and proceeded to basically chuck the ring box at you.

You and Husk were in your shared bed. It was late, you were just about to doze off for the night, until you heard Husk’s gruff voice pipe up.

“I have a question for ya.” He said, staring at the ceiling with you on his furry chest. “And that is?” you ask, popping your head up in curiosity,

“Would you ever wanna get married?” He asked, looking down at you, a soft and subtle smirked played on his lips. “Oh!- Uh, probably!” You answered, a bit thrown off by the question.

“‘Kay, great.” Husk muttered, plopping the ring box in between you two. “Husk, what the fu-”

Yeah before you could finish he was already asleep 😛

Husk mainly leaves wedding planning to you, not cause he’s a dick, but it’s just not his thing, he will help out when need be though

At the ceremony, Husk is holding back a couple tears, only a few though!

He never saw himself as the sentimental type, and he knows he didn’t really have the desire to do this in the first place, but now? He knows he made the right choice, even if it was at 2 in the morning.

The reception is chill, it’s kinda just sitting around and chatting, and yes there’s a bar, and Husk is pissed he can’t work it.

There’s chill jazz music in the back, but it’s not like Alastor’s where it had people swaying, it was more soothing, and it wasn’t like Adam’s where people were absolutely bopping to music either

You guys still don’t know if you’re having a honeymoon, Husk is still way too tired and way too hungover to make that decision.

#reqs open #x reader #mio’s writing ! ☆ #fanfiction #x y/n #x you #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #husker x reader #hazbin husker #hazbin hotel husker #husk hazbin hotel #husk #husker hazbin hotel #husk x reader #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel husk #husker #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x reader #alastor

[soft-mafia]

Boom! [Buggy x Reader]

warnings: oc insert, fem reader, nsfw Buggy detaching his clenis, indecent use of devil fruit ability, smut

a/n: Oda confirmed that it does come off and Buggy uses it to annoy people often. Wish he’d annoy me with it😛also this one isn’t proof read, sorryyy. Really hope the One Piece fandom isn’t as picky and critique-y than the HxH fandom is with fics tbh🫢

Buggy’s hands roamed all over her body, her top was pulled down to where it exposed her breasts. His gloved fingers would occasionally rub over her nipples, causing her to whimper with the sensation of arousal.

The clown was sitting on his throne, legs spread out like always as she was grinding on his hard crotch. “What if someone.. walks in?” Y/n looked back behind her shoulder to look at Buggy, who had his gaze locked on her ass. “Yeah yeah..! Don’t worry about it babe.” He mumbled through a grin, clearly he wasn’t even listening to what she was saying. “Whatever..” Y/n rolled her eyes, then looked back again as she heard the sound of Buggy unbuckling his belt.

Eventually he freed his cock with a gravelly exhale, he put his hands back onto Y/n’s hips, slapping them on her body as he guided her pussy to his cock. Buggy was thick and girthy, and when his tip kissed the entrance of her pussy, slightly spreading her folds, her breath hitched and Y/n arched her back with a gasp. “Mm~!” She whimpered, Buggy tightened the grip on her hips to keep her in place.

“Atta girl..” Buggy muttered under his breath, his thumb moving down to spread her ass cheek a bit so he could get a better view of her pussy. Buggy eventually held near the base of his cock, moving it and letting the tip slide up and down her soaked cunt. Y/n let out another sweet moan. Suddenly, the feeling of Buggy’s full length and girth filling up her pussy hit Y/n like a truck— it was so sudden, and she was so full.

The sound of Buggy laughing his ass off, followed by a grainy grunt made Y/n shiver with odd arousal. “Boom! Hole in one!” Buggy laughed, he detached his own penis and rammed it into Y/n all the way.. what a bastard. Y/n held onto the arm rests of Buggy’s throne, “Nnhh~ FUCK!” She let out a strained moan. Y/n squeaked when Buggy suddenly attached his dick again, making her entire body jerk back to where she was completely sitting on his lap.

Y/n moved her legs back to where she was reverse straddling his lap as his hands went back to her hips again, making her bounce up and down as he began letting out soft grunts and groans. Y/n bounced up and down, getting a rhythm while Buggy’s hands moved up and down her body again, palming at her breasts, giving them a few good squeezes. He grinned widely, letting out a hard exhale as he felt Y/n’s breasts while watching her ride his cock like a champ. “That’s good baby..” Buggy grunted, then gave her a firm, but gentle slap to her ass “C’mon, faster, faster..” he groaned out.

“Ok.. Ughh~” Y/n groaned in pleasure as she sped up her pace, gripping onto the throne’s armrests. Buggy couldn’t get enough of watching Y/n’s ass bounce on him while she took in his full length. “Yeah that’s what I’m talkin’ about.” Buggy laughed, rubbing the side of Y/n’s ass before sliding his hand back up her body and squeezing her breast again, “God look at that ass~” He said through his groans, licking his teeth with a big grin on his face. He bucked his hips upwards a few times, just to hear those sweet squeaks and moans from Y/n.

Suddenly, Buggy grabbed Y/n’s waist, tilting her forward just a little bit, holding her out as he detached his penis again— thrusting it into her at a rapid speed, one that could rival a machine. Buggy’s grunts picked up and Y/n slapped a hand over her mouth to suppress her loud, involuntary whimpers and moans. Buggy felt the burning sensation in his crotch, the tingle in his abdomen. The sensation of his dick sliding in and out of Y/n’s wet pussy, hearing those sloppy noises and her sweet sounds, he was so close. “Take it.. take it baby.” He grunted under his breath, his eyes were beginning to roll back, so he squeezed them shut, his breaths became rough and gravelly.

Buggy’s leg muscles clenched, his grip on her waist tightened. Y/n was trembling all over, her juices were practically being splattered everywhere with how fast Buggy was ramming is dick into her. “Buggy!!” Y/n let out a muffled scream against her hand, squirting against his cock. Though he was still going, he wasn’t going to stop until he got release as well.

Buggy’s abs tightened, he grit his teeth, brows furrowed “Ohhhh.. rghh- fuck.” He grunted, little beads of sweat collected on his forehead, subtly rubbing off his days old crusty clown paint. The wet noises had gotten even louder after Y/n’s release, the force of his ramming sped up even more. Y/n’s breasts were bouncing just at the sheer speed of Buggy’s thrusts. “Yes!! God- fuck yes!!” Buggy grunted through grit teeth as he buried his cock deep inside of her. Y/n gasped, his entire penis nearly disappeared into her pussy as he came into her. His thick, warm cum squeezed out since she was already filled to the brim with cum.

Y/n felt stuffed— thoroughly. Buggy’s cock remained inside of her for a few more seconds. They both were panting heavily, drenched in sweat and Y/n’s own juices. Buggy was leaned back in his throne, eyes closed contently, lips parted as he breathed out. “Ggh- Buggy! Take it out!” Y/n moaned, her legs were trembling, her whole body still felt that tingling sensation. She definitely wouldn’t be able to walk straight for the next few days.. he was still buried inside of her, hands gripping her waist.

“Huh?” Buggy’s eyes snapped open once he had came down from his high, “Oh yeah.” He mumbled before slowly sliding his cock out, to which more of his cum spilled out of her gaping pussy, attaching it back to his body, his large girth laid against him. “Uhhh~” Y/n breathed out feeling relief as she panted softly. Buggy grinned at the sight, he loved seeing his cum spilling out of her just as much as seeing it splattered all over his face. He slid a hand down to rub her ass before patting it, “You sexy thing.” He laughed before reaching over to his side table and grabbing a towel Y/n had placed there beforehand.

Once she was finished dripping he patted her down, and wiped himself off since her juices had gotten everywhere thanks to his rapid fire thrusting.

Y/n wiggled away from Buggy’s grip, straddling his thigh, her legs still trembling as she pulled her shorts up. “You’re shaking like one of those small inbred dogs.” Buggy joked, resting his arms on the arm rests. “Shut up. You didn’t even have to go that fast.” Y/n crossed her arms, then squeaked when Buggy suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to his chest. “You loved it though, huh? You were screaming and purring like a kitten.” He laughed, squishing Y/n’s face in his hand while he teased her.

“Stop..!” Y/n’s face flushed with embarrassment, “I’m sweaty, I need a bath so bad..”

“Huh? You’re fine.. you’ll dry up in a few hours.” Buggy said, shoving his cock back into his pants one handed as he held Y/n there. He was quite exhausted himself and didn’t feel like getting up and doing anything other than holding his girl on his lap. “I need a bath like, now. It’s already hot outside as it is.” Y/n held the arm that Buggy had wrapped around her waist, softly brushing her fingers over his forearm, feeling his arm hair brush back at her.

“You know you don’t need to take a bath every single time after we have sex right?” Buggy scoffed. “Says the guy who wears the same pair of boxers for a month.” Y/n snakily replied back.

“Ok- STOP bringing that up every time we discuss something. I have two pairs of boxers, I switch them out every month and they’re CLEAN. The last thing on a pirate’s mind is what boxers they wear, alright?!” Buggy exhaled out of his nose in frustration, then let out an annoyed chuckle, “Prissy bitch.” He laughed, throwing his free arm onto his armrest, getting comfortable with Y/n sitting on his lap.

Buggy was so pretty when he spoke, the way he would subtly squeeze her to emphasize his words made her flutter on the inside, and she always got lost in his eyes; his eyes were Y/n’s favorite part about him. Y/n looked at him with a grin, looking lovestruck as Buggy grumbled at her about his nasty habits. She just giggled stuck her tongue out at him, “Stinky.”

#one piece #one piece buggy #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy the clown #buggy smut #one piece x reader #one piece live action #one piece smut #buggy simp

[mangosrar]

Should’ve, would’ve, could’ve.

chris sturniolo x fem reader.

suggestive idk??? idgaf tho 😛

You and Nick had been bestfriends since pre-k. Attatched at the hip since crayons and numberjacks. 14 years later, youre both now 20 still going strong, with celebrity gossip, and a hot brother.

Obviously nick was a triplet wich meant as well as him, you had 2 more built in best friends Chris and Matt. You had always been closer to Matt than you were Chris, however, you and Chris were close in a different way. It was an unspoken relationship with him. Years of flirting, lingering stares, light touches and hugs that lasted just a little too long for best freinds, however no one dared to ever speak on it, and neither of you ever acted on it. ever.

When the triplets moved to LA you were devestated. You felt like a part of your heart was moving accross the country, however you were so proud of the boys, and cheered them on the whole way. They assured you they would visit all the time, and they would fly you out to la whenever you wanted, at the drop of A hat, which brings you to now.

Matt had picked you up from the airport earlier this morning, it was now closer to midnight and all 4 of you were in the living room watching a movie. You'd caught up with them all and got over the excitment of being reunited, but Chris hadn't really said much. The most hed said was a quick "you look good" ,but that was only for your ears, he had made sure to say it into your hair, almost silently, as he wrapped you up in his arms when you got back to the house.

Apart from that, he hadnt dared come too close in fear he might jump your bones there and then. He was losing it. He made sure to sit on the other end of the couch, putting as much distance between you as he possibly could.

Sure you understood why, buy secretly you wished you would get a moment alone with him so you could make a move. Unbeknown to you, Chris was just as desperate as you were. Something had changed between you both and it hung heavy in the air.

"Im gonna go clean up the kitchen, y/n come help me"

Bingo.

Your pov:

I smiled and quickly scurried off the couch and follewed chris into the kitchen, expecting to find him clearing up the mess we made, but i was pleasently surprised when a hand caught my wrist and pulled me to the side, causing me to yelp.

I was faced with warm blue eyes and a lazy smirk on his face. His body against mine, his hands on my waist, i could feel his breath on my face with the closeness.

All of the confidence i had earlier, talking about me making a move, was long fucking gone when he brushed my hair over my shoulder and moved his face to my neck. He left soft open mouth kisses on my collarbones and slowly moved up to my neck. My insides were screaming.

My breath caught in my throte when he moved his hands lower, hovering above my ass. "chris....matt or nick could see". My breathing quickened and my voice dared to let out a whine.

"Missed you baby". He said completely ignoring my paranoia. I couldnt help but let out an airy moan at the nickname. My hands moved up to his hair, and i tugged softly on it earning a groan from him. Gotcha.

His lips moved up to the spot below my ear that made me week in the knees. He lingered on the spot that made me shudder, biting genty, definetley leaving a mark.

I put one hand on the side of his face, pulling his head up so i could see him. god give me some self conrol. He looked so sexy. I couldnt help but let my eyes gander over his face, his cheeks were pink with need.

"Keep looking at me like that and ill show you just how much I’ve missed you". His voice was raspy and hushed. His eyes boring into mine. Fuck it.

I pulled his face down to mine and closed the space between us. His lips fit perfectly into mine. His hands moved down to the plush of my ass and gripped it, pulling me impossibly closer. I could feel everything on him. Everything.

His tongue fought with mine, running it acroos the roof of my mouth and the kiss became hot and heavy. Chris started walking me backwards, until my back hit the counter. He hoisted me up and pushed my legs apart so he could settle between them. I had one hand on his chest and the other at the nape of his neck.

His were everwhere, one hand going from the inside of my thigh, to under the back of my shirt. One loosly resting on my neck. He was addicting. I was i no rush to silece the whines coming out of my mouth, and Chris was welcoming them, swallowing them up with his lips.

He moved down to my neck again, licking a stripe up my throat. Im losing it. Im losing it. Im losing it.

His precence was suffocating me in the best way. All i could feel was his lips and hands all over me, he was in my head. My brain shouting his name like a mantra.

Chris. Chris. Chris.

Slowly he pulled away. Face still just inches in front of mine. I couldve died a happy woman right there and then. His hair was messy from my wandering hands, his breathing was heavy, his pupils were blown out, his lips were puffy and wet from my own.

"i shouldve done that years ago"

Yes Chris, yes you should have.

i need him like medically bro. MEOW.

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[milkgemini]

Adultery

Pairing: Jake Kiszka X f!reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: CHEATING (if you don’t like it, don’t read 😛), smut, minors DNI, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex, language

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It’s wrong. 

Those thoughts you’ve been thinking? The made up scenarios you’ve formed in your head? It’s not right. 

There are many layers as to why this case is out of reach. Unfathomable. 

For one, it would be in your best interest to not get fired here. You work for this man. Sleeping with the one you answer to, the person who has the power to terminate you with the snap of his fingers, wouldn’t look good to your boss, huh? 

But let’s cut the shit, and get to the real problem at hand. 

Jake Kiszka is not a single man. 

He has a partner. She is a lovely woman. Whom he’s been involved with for several years. You knew this from the way he spoke of her. Many times you’ve been witness to the rushed FaceTime calls he’s shared with her before stage. 

Oh, and there was that one time you caught yourself with your ear pressed to his dressing room door, listening to the way he spoke to her on the phone. His voice soft and sultry. 

“I miss you” her voice echoed from the other side of the phone. 

“Can you do something for me tonight, babe?” He asked. 

“Anything.” Her voice was desperate. You could hear the way she yearned for him through the phone. 

“Think of me tonight when you slip your fingers below that lace and pleasure yourself. Think of me the entire time. Say my name when you cum.” 

He was taken. Unavailable. Off the market. 

But you didn’t even feel bad. That was the worst part. 

You especially didn’t feel bad that night after eavesdropping on their phone call. You did exactly what he asked of her and thought of him the entire time. Just like most nights. 

But you weren’t crazy. 

There was a reason behind the pining for Jake. Every other time, the subtle flirtatious manner was reciprocated. 

You remember the times where his touch lingered longer than it should have against your skin. 

The times he brought you things like water or a snack, when that was quite literally your job for him. 

And what about that time he specifically instructed you to “remain side stage for the entire show”? 

You weren’t crazy. 

Right?

“30 minutes ‘til stage people. Let’s get a move on.” An annoying voice rang through your radio. 

Do they really have to update us every 10 minutes?

You added some pep to your step, despite the agitation of the constant reminder. 

These places all looked the same behind the scenes. Long boring hallways with a bunch of doors to random places lining the walls. 

The echo of your footsteps reverberated from the concrete floors to the cinder block walls. 

“What’s the rush?” 

Fuck.

The door to his dressing room was cracked. He sat lazily against the couch. His left arm draped over the top of the cushion, his legs crossed. 

That curled smile. Jake had this signature smirk. It was like the Cheshire Cat. Like he knew he would forever get away with the shit he pulled. 

“It- its 25 minutes to show. Shouldn’t you be…” You’ve lost your train of thought at the sight of him rising from the couch, dusting off the imaginary lint from the thigh of his pants. 

“I’m always ready for whatever the night has in store.” He answers your unfinished question, the shit eating grin still plastered across his face. He punctuates his sentence with a pucker of his lips. 

Before you even have time to process, the bathroom door inside the room swings open. 

“Hey babe, what do you think about this dress? Too much?” 

Layla. 

Jake’s long term girlfriend was at the show tonight. Sitting with him in his dressing room before he headed to the stage. Dressing up for him. Doing everything you wished for. 

You stood awkwardly as you watched Jake pull her body into his by the grip of his fingertips on her hips. 

“You look positively radiant tonight.” He reassured her. 

He planted the softest kiss imaginable to her lips - almost as if he intended not to let them meet. 

His eyes quickly shifted to your presence before fixing back on her’s. 

“Will you…. See if you can find Sam for me, love? Got something I want to do before the show.” He tucks her hair behind her ear as if to convince her of the task. 

She nods back at him with those annoying doe eyes. You wonder if she truly is as dull as you assumed. 

“Quickly.” He smacks her ass as she walks away from him. 

You can’t help but roll your eyes as you begin to walk off. 

“Oh do that again for me will you?” Jake calls from the dressing room. 

You peek your head in once more. 

“Excuse me?” Fake annoyance lacing the tone of your voice. 

“What would Layla think if she heard that?” You bring yourself further into the room. 

“And by the way, thats fucked up sending her on a wild goose chase looking for Sam. He’s never in the same spot for more than-“ 

He cuts you off by slamming the door shut, reaching his arm dangerously close next to your head. 

The lock switches beside you. 

“You’re catching on.” 

That fucking smirk. You can hear it when he talks, even if he’s turned his back to you. 

You study the waves of his hair that fall against the back of his suit. 

“You don’t want me like that.” His back remains to you as he fixes two drinks. 

“What?” You’re nervous. Your voice a high pitched whisper. 

“I see the way you glare at her. You’re jealous. But you don’t want me like that.” He turns back to you offering a glass of amber liquid. Your stomach turns, never being much of a drinker. 

Trying your best not to make a face, you sip at the drink. 

“And how do you know what I want?” A flirtatious edge to your tone. 

He takes a step too close to you. Angling his neck down to meet your face. 

“I know what you want, because you’re just like her. A good girl that wants a good man to treat her right. Shower her with love and reassurance.” 

He brushes the hair behind your ear, just as he did to Layla earlier. 

“But I think there’s something different with you.” He toys with the end of your hair, wrapping it around his pointer finger. 

You don’t even need to ask, he can read the question mark on your face. 

He huffs a laugh to himself with a tight lipped grin. 

Jake trails his fingertips, snaking them through to the hair at the nape of your neck. 

“I think you’re a slut.” He tugs your hair with force, causing you to expose your throat. 

He brings his mouth closer to the sensitive skin there, not letting his lips meet. 

“See, my Layla, she doesn’t have that darkness behind her eyes that I see with you sometimes.” 

The heat of his breath against you raises goosebumps to your skin. 

“She’s sheltered and shy.” He flattens his tongue before dragging it up your neck, stopping just below your earlobe. 

“But with you…” his voice is at a whisper now. 

“With you, I think I could tell you ‘Open up’ and you’d spread so well for me.” 

He kicks your feet apart, opening the space between your legs. 

With his pointer and middle finger, he rubs the inseam of your leggings that follows your slit. 

He watches your face as he starts at the front towards your clit, following the line back towards your entrance. When he reaches, he adds pressure to the circles he creates, pushing into you against the fabric. 

You try your hardest to seem unphased by his lustful actions. 

This isn’t right. Layla will be back any minute now. You think to yourself. 

As if to read your mind he answers, “Better be quick then.” 

Before you can process a response, his mouth meets yours with force. 

His kiss is a parallel opposite of what you witnessed with Layla earlier. 

His kiss with you is intense. Sloppy. Desperate with need. 

Jake licks into your mouth, his tongue sliding over yours. He’s winning the battle of dominance, and you’re surrendering with ease. 

He walks you backwards until he has you pressed against the closest wall. 

In between gasps of air, he groans softly into your mouth. 

You feel the calloused pads of his fingertips against the soft skin below your bellybutton as he tries to slip his hand beneath your leggings. 

Just as fast as he snaked them in, he pulls his hand away. 

You whimper from the loss of contact. 

He breaks the heated kiss from you, panting to catch his breath. 

“Take them off, now” he orders you. 

Immediately you bend at the waist, taking one leg out at a time. 

He studies the bare half of your body before gripping your face by your cheeks. 

With his free hand he holds your neck to angle you just the way he wants you. 

With clenched teeth he growls to you, ��Do you always walk around your job with no underwear on like a fucking whore?” 

His words alone cause you to rub your thighs together, craving any sense of friction from remaining untouched to this point. 

He catches you red handed, and slaps the side of your thigh. His forceful touch leaving a sting that makes you want him even more. 

Jake adds pressure to his thumb against your throat. 

“Open.” He orders you once more. 

You obey, spreading your feet apart, inviting him in. 

He laughs softly to himself, “My girl. Such a good listener”

At last, the tip of his middle finger slides with ease through the center of your wetness. 

From the look in his eyes, you can tell he loves to watch your reaction. Loves to see the approval of his work. 

He teases the fingertip at your entrance. You buck your hips in his direction, silently pleading for more. 

“You want it?” He looks down at you. 

Your face is desperate as you nod to him. 

His jaw clenches once more, “Fucking speak up.” 

“Y-yes yes, Jake. I wan-“ 

Before you can finish your words, he shoves both his pointer and middle finger up inside of you, pumping them in and out at a steady rhythm. 

His lips meet yours again. The two of you moaning into each other's mouths in harmony. 

With each pump his fingers, he rocks his hips into you. 

“…there’s something different with you” You think back on his words. 

With your fingers wrapped around his wrist, you tug his hand from you - forcing his digits from inside of you. 

“I want you to fuck me, Jake.” Your eyes lock with his as you watch them turn a darker shade of brown. 

Without a word, he spins you around, your chest pressed against the cold white wall. He arches your hips for you to grant him better access. 

“Fucking dirty.” He pants into your ear. 

One hand is pressed to the side of your face, pushing you further against the wall, while the other fidgets with his belt. 

You hear the sound of it as it hits the floor, his pants  around his ankles. 

“Lift up.” He taps your side, motioning for you to lift your arms above your head. 

With a swift motion he pulls your shirt over your head and tosses it to the floor. 

Your back arches in hopes to close the space between you both. 

Jake swipes your hair to one side, over your shoulder, unclasping your bra with one hand. 

He leans in to press a delicate kiss upon your spine, simultaneously wrapping his arm around your hips to meet your clit with his finger. 

You whine at the sensation of the slow but steady circles he presses into you. 

He grips his length, slapping it against your ass. 

“I’m not going to be nice.” His voice a low groan as he teases you with the tip of his cock, sliding through your slick. 

“Please, Jake” your reply is muffled with your cheek pressed against the wall. 

No warning. No mercy. 

He slams his entire length inside of you to the hilt. The moans spilling out of you are closer to a scream. 

He makes his own ponytail in your hair with his fist, tugging with force. 

He grunts in unison with each pump inside of you. The tip of his cock brushing against your sweet spot with each push. 

The faster he pumps into you, the faster the circles against your clit become. With each swipe, he adds more force, pressing his finger harder against your bud. 

“And when you leave this room…” he pants. 

“Not a word. Not a suspicious look. Nothing.” He punctuates his sentence with a harsh smack to your ass. 

Unable to respond from the overstimulation to your clit, and the pressure inside of you, Jake becomes frustrated. He pulls harder on your hair than he has yet. 

“Do you hear me? Answer me.” Not once does he stop fucking into you. 

“YES, Jake. Yes. Just…” your response is nothing but a whine. 

He reaches around to pinch your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb. He twists and pulls as you feel the warmth pool between your hips. That familiar feeling of your climax approach. 

You grab his wrist again, forcing it back between your legs to your clit. 

“So close” you mumble to him, begging him to finish you off. 

Without hesitation he picks up exactly where he left off. Quick swipes against your throbbing clit. 

He pulls himself all the way out of you, slamming himself back deep inside. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head. Unsure of how much more you can take. 

Your muscles tighten to an uncomfortable extent as you hear three knocks at his dressing room door. 

“Jake?” The door handle wiggles. 

Immediately he wraps his hand around your mouth as he continues to fuck into you. 

“Not a sound.” He whispers into your ear, his pace slows but his thrusts are deep. 

“Are you in there? Why is the door locked?” Layla whines from outside. 

Jake quickens his pace, both his cock inside of you and his fingers toying with your clit. 

“Let go for me.” His whisper is even more quiet than before. 

He feels your walls begin to tremble and constrict around him. The muscles of your abdomen tense as you prepare your release. 

“That’s it. Keep going. Your pussy feels so much better than hers.” He mumbles into your ear, chasing his own high as well. 

“Jake!!” Layla pounds on the door again, “5 minutes ‘til show. What the fuck are you doing?” 

As the sensation of pleasure washes over you, your senses slip. Your eyes clenched shut, and ears ringing… there is no Layla. There is no show. There is no job. 

Just you. And Jake. And the feeling of him inside of you. 

He pulls out from you abruptly, his release following, sliding down the inside of your thigh. 

He picks his pants up from around his ankles, and quickly fastens his belt. 

You’re left remaining pressed to the wall, unable to move or process anything and everything that just transpired in the small dressing room. 

What am I going to do? How am I going to get out of here without facing Layla? 

Your thoughts paralyze you. 

You feel his tight grip on both of your shoulders as he spins you around to plant a quick kiss to your lips. 

And just like that, he slips through a crack in the door, open just enough so she can’t see inside. 

Frozen in silence, you stand naked in the room alone as you listen to their muffled voices through the closed door. 

“I couldn’t find Sam.” Her voice, defeated. 

Jake clears his throat before responding. 

“Don’t worry about it. I took care of it.” 

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chris sturniolo | angst 😛

| triggers: alcohol, swearing

| long distance makes couples crumble much opposed to the closeness it apparently brings.

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“does it ever occur to you that-“

“don’t say it.” i pull my hand up to shade his face from my vision. although he’s my best friend, i can’t begin to talk about it. i swig the bottle and shake my head as i feel the burn fall down my throat.

he runs a hand through his hair and throws his body back onto my bed.

i look down at him to see a weak smile. it’s a smile of sympathy. sympathy that i don’t want or need to have.

“we’re fine.” i say but underneath my sharp tone there’s a slight wobble of concern. because it’s not how it was.

i look down at my phone and it flashes with a notification but i’m distracted by the wallpaper behind it.

it’s a picture of me and chris by the beach. he’s picking me up from the sand and swinging me round while we both laugh. it was the best day of my life. it was the day he asked me to be his, the day he promised me we’d be together forever.

well i believed that. after all, we’d been together for most of our life anyways - thanks to our mums being best friends since they were little, we were kinda destined to be inseparable too.

that was until he went to LA after his youtube career skyrocketed. i had never been happier for him and his brothers, knowing they were doing exactly what they’d dreamed of since we were children.

but what comes with a demanding industry like there’s is crazy fans and all around the clock non-stop entertainment.

our time together lessened and lessened as he signed up for interviews and tours and met more and more fans.

it didn’t bother me because i saw how happy he was to have been given that opportunity and seeing his smile was worth it all.

but it’s when i couldn’t see that grin anymore is when i found myself slipping into a place of darkness, like the curtains had been drawn on me.

i didn’t feel like a girlfriend anymore, i felt like a shadow. like a burden even.

even before they left for the big LA, he seemed to have become irritated by my presence, he started to go to bed early and i only saw him for about fifteen minutes when i got up and ten minutes when i got home before he found something else to do.

matt and nick saw this happening and tried to include me into their videos and podcasts but chris made it clear that i wasn’t allowed claiming the fans wouldn’t like it.

but what if i didn’t like it? did that even matter?

so now i find myself nearly 3000 miles away looking down at the bright light in my hand, wishing he was next to me and that it was like old times.

except he hadn’t texted me in a week and he’s been gone six months. that’s nearly 200 days without seeing him.

to think last year i couldn’t have gone 24 hours without a hug from him to now holding a teddy in my arms wishing it were chris.

i felt embarrassed to sit here and still think naively think we were still even a thing. because what’s a relationship without words?

i understand long distance is hard but nobody said it would do this to us, we were supposed to be forever.

i often think about the day at the beach, i wish it never happened. then i wouldn’t feel broken now.

“i really think you ought to call him.” says nate.

nate had been the triplets’ best friend too. he just like me was dropped but he still remained close with the likes of matt and nick.

“but it’s always me calling and it’s always me texting. how long do i have to fucking wait until he does that for me, nate? because quite frankly i’m fed up with being the only one who cares around here.”

there was silence for a bit and i could feel him staring at me.

a tear falls down my cheek and i let it fall onto my leg.

“i miss him so much, nate. why doesn’t he want me anymore?”

“i don’t know.” he hugs me in close and rubs my arm.

the truth is, this is the first hug i’ve had for six months.

“y/n?” the door opens and i’m face to face with the one person i need most.

“chris?”

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look, wild cherries! final (a.a)

wc;cw: 1.7k ooooweeeee, cherrychaser!abby, scumbag!abby, MDNI!!!!!, HEAVY DUBCON!!! PLS BE CAUTIOUS, corruption kink, virginity loss, slight stummy bulging😛, impreg kink

Abby couldn’t stop staring at your pussy. 

She had you laid out on her bed completely bare, your brown nipples erect and clit twitching in need, the cute, little puff balls on your head pressed against her pillows, bows slowly coming loose as you shyly stared at the ceiling. 

She was only in her boxers, her eight inch, lubed-up dick already strapped around her hips and inches away from your entrance. She could feel drool pooling on her tongue as she stared. 

She’s never seen such a gorgeous cunt: all drippy wet with cream and slick, clit jumping with excitement with every unsteady breath you took. Your pussy was everything she could ever want out of life; it was all hers—

“Abby, please s-top staring at me,” you wispily whimpered at her. She almost slapped you at your plea, but she didn’t want to scare you away; she could tell you were afraid of the size of her dick when she pulled it out of her drawer, so she knew any form of harsh contact would have you running for the hills. She needed you still and willing. 

“Sorry, angel, she’s so fucking cute, can’t help it,” she purred out.

“Thank you,” she saw your eyes still glued to the white space above the two of you; she needed your attention, wanted you to fucking watch her break you. She wrapped a large hand around your jaw, forcing you to meet her eyes with a soft smile. She slowly bent, bringing her lips to yours in a tongue-filled kiss. You were moaning into her mouth, breathing her in, and she felt you squirm against her whenever she sucked on your bottom lip. She broke the kiss, pulling away slightly. 

“Good?” she whispered against your mouth, tightening the grip she had on your jaw. You whined with fluttery eyes, hesitantly nodding. Abby’s dark smile widened as she sat back up on her knees.

She grabbed the base of her wet dick and slapped the tip on your clit a few times, a heavy, wet pat pat pat! surrounding the two of you. You moaned out at her, and she moaned back, slowly sliding her cock between the drippy folds of your pussy. You were gasping and your hips were bucking to meet hers, but she dropped the grip she had on your chin to press you down onto the mattress, holding you still. 

“Please, Abby? Wan’you inside!” 

“Gonna, baby, jus’ getting you ready.” 

She gave a few more squelchy grinds, her tip catching your clit before sliding it down to your clenching hole. She watched you tense up at the slight pressure, your face turning in anticipation. 

“Gonna fuck you now,” she whispered, and you nodded, shaky breaths leaving your glossy, parted lips. 

When she popped her tip in, she nearly went cross-eyed at your pained gasp, your pussy immediately clamping down on her in resistance. It took all her strength to not shove the whole thing in and fucking you stupid; She knew you wanted her inside, you wanted inside, wanted her to make you gross. 

She saw your nails dig into her blankets, your back arch, and your thighs try to shut, but she grabbed both tightly to keep them open. You wanted this; she knew you did!

“A-Abby? Ow…”

“Shhh, I know, baby, you’re doing such a good job, fuck.” 

She continued to slowly press into you, her nails digging into your plush thighs as you whined out pleas in discomfort. Hurtherhurtherhurther!—

“Abby!” 

She looked up at your face, your wet eyes rolled back into your skull with a pained grimace on your face; It made her shudder and moan out. She wished she could feel your pussy, fucking shit!

“Yeah? Fuck, it hurts?” she groaned out dazedly. 

“Hur’s really bad!” you were nearly sobbing, and it made her curse under her breath. 

“It’ll pass, just sit still.” 

She watched you nod and cry, her clit jerking in need. She needed to cum inside you, claim you, make you hers—

She finally bottomed out as you cried in silence, your hefty tears dripping down onto her pillow in a small puddle. She looked down and saw your walls choking her dick as she grinded into you. She pulled out fully before fucking in deep again. 

“So fuckin’ tight, shit— “

Her hands had a tight grip on the back of your knees, bringing them up to your heaving chest to press them down, your glittery, sheer socks bunching around curled toes. She listened to your shrilling groans as she slowly fucked you open. 

“Listen t’your pussy, Jesus fucking Christ,” the lubricant from both the bottle and your cunt made the slide so much easier for her, even though your insides were trying so hard to push her out as they crushed her dick. 

“Oh, god! Abby’m—fuck, it hurts so bad!” 

“Yeah, baby? Your pussy hurts?” 

“Mmh! It’s r-ripping open, please p-pull out for a second?” She wasn’t about to pull out, not now, she needs to cum, she needs to cum in you first!

“Can’t, baby, s’sucking me in too good,” she lets your legs go before swiftly pressing her body on top of yours, pressing it deeper as you squeal in her ear. Your legs were being held up in the crevices of her elbows as she pulled them open, “Jus’needa cum’n I’ll stop, jus’lemme fucking cum.” 

She didn’t both to listen to your toothless protests as she buried her face into your neck and she fucked into you hard, her thrusts picking up in speed as the sounds of your gushy cunt filled the room. 

She could feel your pretty nails digging into her back and arms, likely leaving red lines and streaks of blood on her skin, and she loved it. The thought of you marking her almost made her cum on its own. She’s never felt this good fucking a fresh pussy, you were making her go crazy. She was surrounded by your sweet scent and your soft skin, and she would have no problem dying on top of you, forever lost in your aroma. 

Her clit was catching on the harness of her strap under her boxers as she ground deep into your stomach, your brainless cries of oh, god, s’so deep! You’re hitting it so deep, Abby! infiltrating her mind and making her go completely dumb. She knows she’s lost it because whenever she pulled out, she could feel the wet, soft tightness of your walls gripping around the fake dick. She was moaning and whining in your ear like she could actually feel your insides; Your cunt had powers, she’ll give you that! 

“So fucking close, oh, shit,” your pussy was sucking her soul through the silicone. “Fuck, baby!” 

“Abby, I, I’m gonna—think m’cumming!” 

“Fuuuck, cum on me, angel, shit!” 

She dug you out as you shouted her name in orgasm, your thighs clinging to her waist so she couldn’t pull out. Abby grinded into you, her clit throbbing as her orgasm twisted in her gut. Yes yes yes, she was about to cum! 

She whispered in your ear over your incoherent shouts, “Gonna knock this cunt up, gonna give you m’fucking kid.” 

It seemed like you came harder at the suggestion as your slurry pleads got louder. Please ge’me pregnant! Wan’all your babies!

Abby thoughtlessly squeezed a hand between your hot bodies to press down onto your lower stomach. When she felt the gentle prodding of her tip from inside your tummy, she lost it. 

She couldn’t even let out a warning as she came; She lost control of everything as she shouted, her entire body shaking on top of yours as her eyes rolled into your head. Her walls were squeezing so tight inside her boxers as her slick spilled into them, her toes curling. She quickly grinded into you as she listened to your whines of m’sensitive, Abby, please! Your desperate pleads made her grind in harder as she rode out her orgasm. She felt so fucking good, she started drooling onto the skin of your neck. 

Her hips slowed as she came down, milking the last bits of her orgasm as the shivers calmed in her spine. She let out one last satisfied sigh before she slowly pulled out of your shaking form, plopping onto your side as she caught her breath. 

There were a few blissful minutes of silence before Abby turned to you and muttered out you can still walk back home, right? 

The shock was evident on your face as you gawked at her, but neither of you commented on it as you slowly nodded and sat up. Your wince of pain shouldn’t have made her feel so prideful.

She watched as you wobbly got dressed, packed your small backpack, and left with a gentle shut of the door. 

You could’ve at least left the notes, jesus. 

Two days later, Abby received a Snap from you as she was getting ready for class.

She let out an exasperated sigh, praying that this wasn't going to be a repeat of the first… dealings she had with a virgin. She didn’t want to have to block you (you were one of her favorites!), but she wouldn’t hesitate if you started acting crazy. 

She opened the Snap, and nearly choked on the toothpaste in her mouth. 

It was a twelve second video of… you getting your guts rearranged by a blue strap, your ass clapping on someone’s hips and your small puffs bouncing on your head as you pushed back to meet them as they fucked into you. Their thumb was shoved in your ass as you released erotic shouts, begging the person to fuck you deeper, to drill you harder. The camera flipped around to show the person who was stirring you up and… her knees almost gave out. 

It was the first virgin she ever fucked, the soccer player, the fucking star goalie. She was fucking you, and you liked it. What the fuck?! 

She didn’t even have the chance to read the caption before the Snap ended. She immediately replayed it. And saved it. 

She read the thanks 4 breaking her in 4 me you fucking cunt😙 over your repeated shouts of pleasure. Oh, wow. Alright. 

… Was she fucked up if her pussy squeezed with want? 

She impulsively typed and sent threesome? :O

She was blocked by you three minutes later.

...She didn't even get a chance to screen-record the clip!

a/n: OHHHHHHHHH and she’s done lol

my favs being scummy trashbags makes me feral <3

i want abby to plow me that is all goodbye

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[sturnsbaebackup]

IS IT OVER NOW? - MATT STURNIOLO (PART TWO)

i highly recommend reading part one before you read this, which is linked here!

summary: after seeing matt at the party and admitting you still have feelings for him, things aren’t so radio silent between you two anymore.

warnings: not proof read lolll sorry if there’s typos 😛

—

immediately after the party, a week went by of still no contact from matt after your heated encounter with him.

at that party a few weeks ago, you spat out plenty of angry words at him and he did the same to you, which had been keeping you both up at night. both of you wishing you could take the entire situation back. you and matt just wanted each other, but neither of you knew how to break the silence. that was until matt decided to text you last week, asking if you wanted to go for a drive.

…

you hear your phone buzz as you begin to start falling asleep, and you groan in annoyance. you roll over in your bed and grab your phone off of the charger. your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as you see the familiar contact photo appear on your lock screen.

“what the fuck?” you blurt out, immediately sitting upright in your bed and opening his text.

matt | can i come pick you up in like 10 mins? i’m in the car and im not too far from you. we gotta talk

read 12:24 am

you take your sweet time rereading the text to make sure you’re not dreaming. it’s been pure radio silence from matt since the party, and the first thing he texts you is that?!

matt | you have your read receipts on yk

read 12:26 am

“oh fuck,” you mumble, immediately starting to type out a response. your hands are trembling a little due to all of the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

you | oops sorry but yeah ofc just text me when you’re here

he reacts to the message with a thumbs up, and you immediately bolt out of bed. you curl your eyelashes quickly and add a little bit of blush on your cheeks and nose. he knows you were about to sleep, so there’s no point in putting on obvious makeup. you grab a random hoodie from your closet and throw on some slippers. you look homeless, but who cares. it’s just matt.

that’s what you keep repeating in your head to yourself in an attempt to calm the nerves that are practically doing somersaults in your stomach.

it’s just matt. it’s just matt. its just matt. nothing to be scared of. it’s just matt.

your thoughts are broken up when your phone dings with the message of matt letting you know he’s waiting in the car outside. you exhale deeply as you lock the door behind you, shivering in the cold, late night, los angeles air. muffled music can be heard from the outside of matt’s car, and his eyes are glued to his phone. he’s just as nervous as you are, maybe even more.

your hand wraps around the door handle, and you pull it gently in an attempt to not frighten matt. his eyes look up at you and lock with yours, making your heart skip a beat.

“hi matt,” you say awkwardly as you sit in his passenger seat.

“y/n, hi,” he smiles softly, beginning to put the car in drive. you keep your eyes down at your feet as the car begins to drive away, the silence killing you internally. in previous moments like this, you both would be fighting over aux not even a minute into the car ride, but this time it’s dead silent with quiet music playing in the back.

“so, you wanted to talk?” you blurt out, your mouth moving faster than your brain.

“yeah, but i was hoping maybe we could get some mc donald’s before we have the serious conversation? you know, like old times,” he says, reminding you of the times where after a bad fight you guys would talk things out in a parking lot over a shared mcflurry and fries.

you let out a soft chuckle, “yeah okay, sounds perfect.” the silence isn’t as awkward as before, but the tension is so tense you genuinely could cut it with a knife. your thumbs fiddle in the front pocket of your sweatshirt as you wait for the traffic light to change, the mcdonald’s drive thru being at the other end of the intersection.

“can i get two oreo mcflurrys and a large fry?” matt asks the lady working the drive thru. she calculates the total and you immediately reach for your wallet to grab your card, but matt quickly stops you.

his hand now rests on your forearm, “no y/n. let me pay, i’m the one who dragged you out so late,” he smiles softly. when he notices his hand on your arm he quickly takes it off, making your heart sink a little. ‘things aren’t how they used to be, we aren’t dating, and you need to realize that,’ you mentally tell yourself.

eventually you guys get your food and pull into the far back corner of the parking lot. it’s very dimly lit but the flickering florescent street light that’s shining on matt is making the dark bags under his eyes extremely visible. you’re quick to notice them, and you instantly know he hasn’t been getting much sleep at all, and you have a guess that the reason is what he’s about to talk to you about.

he unbuckles the seatbelt and rotates in his seat, resting his back against his door facing you. “so… first of all how’ve you been?”

you pick up a fry from the bag that rests on the center console, letting it cool off between your fingers as you speak up. “i’ve been uh— you know. just living, i guess. how have you been?” you shrug, putting the fry in your mouth.

“not good, honestly. that’s why i texted you,” matt admits, looking down at his thumbs that reside in his lap. your heart drops at his statement and an overwhelming feeling of sadness rushes over you. if you and matt were still dating, you would be pulling him in a tight hug and holding his head against your chest. but you can’t do that, so you just sit and looking at him.

“what?” you ask, hoping you heard him wrong.

“i haven’t been getting much sleep. like, at all. i really miss you, and i fucked up at that party. i never should’ve been trying to make you jealous with her. that wasn’t fair to either of you, and your words keep playing through my mind every night. it keeps me up at night.”

you take a moment to process what you’re hearing, and sigh. “matt come here,” you say, putting your mcflurry down into the cupholder and leaning over the center console to hug matt. he looks up at you with sad eyes, confused at what you’re about to do, but as soon as he realizes, he immediately hugs you back.

you pull his head into your chest and rest your hand over his left cheek, making sure to hold him as close as possible. you press gentle kisses on the top of his head as your fingers play with the ends of his hair.

“i miss you, y/n. i love you so much and i’m so sorry i thought we needed space, i was so unbelievably wrong. i was just going through a weird phase for like a month and shoved you away, but i really think you’re the only person who can calm me down. you bring me back to earth, y/n,” matt mumbles against your chest.

“shh matty, it’s okay. we don’t need to talk about it yet, let’s just enjoy the moment,” you mutter into his hair softly. eventually you and matt break the hug and continue to catch up on everything you guys have missed in each others lives within the last few weeks.

“speaking of clothing— is that my hoodie?” matt asks you, sidetracking from your conversation.

you look down at the gray nike sweatshirt that rests on your body, and your cheeks flare up with heat. “oh my god! that’s so embarrassing, i had no idea this was yours. i just grabbed the first hoodie i could find. i swear i thought i gave this back to you,” you blush.

matt chuckles, “keep it. it looks cute on you. plus, you’re just gonna end up stealing all of the hoodies you gave back to me.”

“you know me so well,” you laugh as you throw a fry at matt.

“hey watch it! i just got the car cleaned!”

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[sainzfilm]

Convincing Charles you need to buy another suitcase for his P2 trophy but he disagrees and claims it can fit

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

a/n: just charles things….BUT HURRAY CHARLES P2!!! im so happy, so lets put this up in honor of that :)

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It was a tough season for Charles, but he managed to end it on a high. Vice-champion of the world – you couldn’t even be more proud of him.

“I’ve said this a million times earlier,” You smiled as you laid down on the hotel bed, leaning your head against your palm, “But, I’m so fucking proud of you, Cha.”

Charles chuckled as he looked at you, folding his clothes nearly and putting it inside his suitcase, “I know, mon ange. It was a tough race.”

“The last few laps stressed me out. Lorenzo even told me to calm down,” You laughed as you shook your head, “But I just know it’ll be your season next year.”

“I know. I told Lorenzo to do that before the race,” He grinned as he reached over to pinch your cheek, “I hope so, love. I hope the odds are in my favor.”

You playfully swatted his hand away, poking your tongue out at him, “Just continue packing.”

Charles raised his hands in defeat with a smile, “As you wish.”

Humming as you scrolled through your phone, Charles continued to pack his clothes and a few gifts and trinkets from the fans inside his suitcase.

You momentarily glanced at him, raising an eyebrow as he stood there and held the trophy in his hands, a frown etched on his face as he looked at the jam packed suitcase.

“You know you’re going to need to buy another suitcase before we leave tomorrow.”

Charles scoffed as he rolled his eyes, setting the trophy down on the bed before tapping his foot on the floor, “No, no. I can fit it inside.”

“Così testardo,” You clicked your tongue as you set your phone down, “Just buy another one. Put the fan’s gifts with it there too.” So stubborn.

“Watch me, Y/N,” He replied, taking off everything inside the suitcase, “This will fit. What can I not do?”

“Hm, let’s see,” You tapped your finger on your chin, “You can’t pack to save your life. Be not stubborn.”

Charles scoffed as he started to try and pack everything back in the suitcase – failing miserably at it.

“Your stubbornness is going to cost you my offer of putting some in my suitcase,” You casually mentioned as you switched through channels, “Too bad, Cha.”

Groaning in frustration, Charles laid in bed with his clothes scattered by his side, “Okay, fine. You’re right.”

“Sorry, what was that?” You grinned as you cupped a hand to your ear, “I can’t hear you.”

“You’re right, it doesn’t fit,” Charles mumbled as he rolled over to look ay you, pouting, “Can I please put some in your suitcase?”

“Maybe,” You smiled as you patted his head, pinching his cheek with the other hand, “My boyfriend – a driver for Ferrari, can’t pack for shit.”

“To be fair, that’s true,” He mumbled, smiling with a twinkle in his eye, “I do pretty good as your boyfriend though.”

You clicked your tongue as you patted his cheek, “Not if you be stubborn and disagree with me.”

bonus scene!

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yourusername flying back home with the vice-champion of the world, who can’t pack to save his life ❤️‍🔥 proud of you always.

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charles_leclerc very funny, mon ange. i love you anyways, here’s to exploring the world with you over break ❤️

carlossainz55 she’s right, mate. you terribly packed during the C2 challenge back then

yourusername see? even carlos agrees 😜

arthur_leclerc see you over winter again, future sister-in-law! have fun 😛

leclercupdates i love how the leclerc family just loves her a lot

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[sturnsluv]

meddle about pt. 1

pairing: matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: when Y/N finds herself falling for her big brothers life-long enemy, will she choose love or family?

warnings: mentions of blood

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3:43 pm

I watched Matt storm off, blood dripping from his nose, and chest heaving like some sort of MMA fighter after a match. My head whipped back towards my brother, who stood there like he was some sort of god, shoulders broad, face solemn, and that same bloody nose leaking wine-looking stains all over his white shirt.

“What the hell Jack!” I shouted. This is all they ever do: fight, fight, and fight. My brother Jack and Matthew Sturniolo have hated each other for as long as I can remember, which I completely understand. Matt’s an insufferable dickhead with an ego the size of the Titanic. Despite my best efforts to avoid him, I always manage to find myself around him, caught in the crossfire of their endless feud.

Matt’s brother Nick has been my best friend since 2nd grade when he punched a boy who made fun of the tiara I wore to school that day. Since then, I have been forced into a house that always consists of Matt. Although my hatred partly came from my loyalty to my big brother, Matt’s attitude had a way of making me hate him all by myself. Like all the times he’s made snide comments about Jack’s ability on the hockey team. Or the way he looks at me like his eyes are bullets piercing into my skin with every remark he makes. 

“What? he was being a dick!” Jack hollered back, his face contorting with a mix of confusion and anger. His short, permed, brunette hair fell messily in front of his eyes, and the back stuck up all which ways. He stood tall like Dad, but his green eyes came from our Mother. 

“Mom is going to kill you Jackson,” I say through gritted teeth, my frustration with their constant fighting boiling over. Mom had explicitly warned Jack that the next fight with Matt would result in him being done with hockey, but it seemed like these two senseless men couldn't keep their hands off each other, no matter the consequences.

Jack only had the energy to roll his eyes at me and stumble away, most likely to go clean up his battered face. I sighed in frustration, feeling the weight of our recurring “Sturniolo” drama settling in once again. Ignoring the turmoil brewing inside me, I reached down to my back pocket and pulled out my phone, immediately clicking on Nick’s contact.

Y/N:

our stupid brothers fought again 🥱

nick😛:

you HAVE to be fucking kidding me.

Y/N:

I wish I were bro

Nick😛: 

at this point I think they’re secretly in love and this is all a cover up

I giggle to myself cause honestly, he’s probably right. Nick always has the perfect way of making me laugh, and he’s one of the only people in my life I never feel judged around. Nick has held me as I cried and laughed with me hours later over the stupid boys who’ve broken my heart. He’s even forced Matt to pick me up after I had been stranded at parties or events. Overall, he’s always been there for me. I have other friends of course, but those friendships have never felt real to me, always one-sided on my part. 

 Looking up I slide my phone back into my pocket and begin the most dreadful trek across the football field. Okay, that was dramatic but looking for Jack isn’t exactly something I'm up for right now. Tonight is going to be restless from the amount of bickering I'm about to hear from him and Mom. The house was already loud enough with Mom and Dad fighting. Ever since I was eight years old, Mom and Dad haven’t gotten along. They’ve tried almost everything to mend their marriage. Even couples counseling, but nothing ever worked, so me and Jack just have to deal with it.

 I sigh to myself as my mind races, and the gentle trudge across the field continues toward the locker room, where I assume I’ll find my brother. But the fighting won't even be the worst part of it all. The worst part will be tomorrow when I'm over at Nick’s house, hearing Matt bitch and moan about Jack. I swear every time I’m around him I have to fight the urge to strangle him. All he talks about is the stupid cheerleaders he’s hooking up with, or lacrosse this, hockey that. His voice is unbearable and it’s genuinely the reason I question if I want to go over every time Nick asks. 

Suddenly I'm broken out of my thoughts when I hear my name called from behind me. I turn around and see the one and only center of my anger. Matt. His voice cuts through the tension-filled air like a knife. His expression is unreadable, but his body language exudes a mix of exhaustion and hesitation.

“What do you want?” I yell back at him. He’s standing about twenty feet away from me with the same bloody face he had about thirty minutes ago. My face drops when he starts to jog towards me and I’m filled with a feeling of ‘please leave me alone.’ 

As Matt gets closer the sound of his sneakers hitting the wet, sloshy turf rises, and so does my frustration. “You have a ride home?” He breathes out, panting lightly. Matt places a hand on his knee to steady himself, while the other scratches the back of his neck. His face is flushed and red. The fight obviously damaged him, and he looked nervous to be standing in front of me.

“That’s seriously all you wanted?” My face gains a snarky scowl and I look him up and down, noticing the way his hand is running through the hairs at the back of his neck and the way he lightly taps his foot on the ground. It's apparent he’s on edge, which I assume is because of the fact he just beat my brother's ass, but I couldn’t care less about either of them right now. I mean I do love my big brother, but not when he’s acting so prideful after doing something so wrong. Even if he wasn’t the one to initiate it. Matt’s loud but unsteady voice cuts off my thoughts.

“Well I just assumed Jack left, and Nick's order is to always look after you, even if I want to kick your face in,” He exclaims as he smiles sarcastically at me. I scoff and look away mumbling a quick ‘I’m good’ under my breath. I hear him start to speak, but I cut him off by turning around and continuing my path toward the locker room. I assume at that moment he turns as well, going off in search of his car.

As I walk away my feet drag against the turf, little beads coming up beneath me and I’m overwhelmed with strange, alluring thoughts of Matt’s bloody face. 

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11:47 pm

God, will they ever shut up? I listen to Mom’s and Jack’s muffled voices from the kitchen. Tossing and turning in my bed, I put my fluffy, pink pillow around my ears to attempt to surround myself in silence. That doesn’t work as the pillow is too thin, and the yelling continues pounding into my eardrums. 

When the school called earlier and told our parents what happened, Mom was pissed immediately. Even though the fight was after school hours, it still took place on “school property” so both Jack and Matt ended up suspended. On any normal occasion, I’d be delighted to hear about Matt’s suspension (as it happens quite frequently), but now that Jack’s involved I think I might go insane. His presence in the chaos only amplifies the tension in our home.

But I keep thinking about Matt, and what he said to me. He’s usually not the type of guy to walk over offering any type of help. He’s one of those mysterious types of guys who always get into trouble, even though you barely see them talk. I think it’s all an egotistical act he does to seem tough. Whenever I’m at Nick’s he’s hidden away in his room playing video games made for children. It’s so out of character of him to even think of me and the more I contemplate, I can’t help but grin. Sitting up on my mattress I slap my face. What the fuck am I thinking? Nothing about Matt Sturniolo should be making me smile. Not the way his hair flops in front of his eyes, or the way his mouth lifts to the side when he smiles. Even the way his arms flex when he wraps his hands around a lacrosse stick. Ew! What am I doing? 

I lay my head back on my pillow, letting the thoughts of Matt drift out of my mind. My brain starts to calm and just as I’m about to fall asleep- Ding! 

“Ugh,” I verbally groan at the sound of my phone snapping me back awake. I reach my hand out and turn it over, and the bright screen practically blinds me. As my eyes start to adjust I’m finally able to see what the message is.

Matt Sturniolo: 

hey I gotta ask you something

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a/n: first chapter lmk what you guys think! 😊 comment to be on my taglist!

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #Spotify #sturnsluv #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fanfic

[feyhunter78]

I love how different are the internal monologues between Y/N and Miggy, him being so innocent and she is just unhinged🤣

Nerd! Miguel: Y/N is so beautiful and sweet. I wish she would like me~ 🥺

Y/N internally: Look at those armssss😛😛😛 I wanna bite those biceps~ You need a throphy wife Sweet boy?😛😛😛😛💦💦

NO BUT THIS IS SO TRUE😂😂 I LOVE UNHINGED Y/N SO MUCH

Y/N is just daydreaming starting at Miguel totally zoned out and it’s like

Miguel: Do I have something in my face??? Am I breathing too loud, should I stop breathing???? No, no if I died y/n would be sad, she’s just so kind hearted. But obviously my breathing is annoying her!!! Y/N hates me I know it, because how dare I even breathe so loud in her presence???? She’s too pretty, I don’t even know—I’ll just try to breathe quieter maybe in another direction so it doesn’t bother her

Y/N: And then we’d get married in a gorgeous venue, maybe the ballroom of that fancy hotel downtown, and honeymoon in Greece, and ooooo I just know, I JUST KNOW he’ll sound so good, while I ride him in a private cabana on a private beach. I really hope he’s cheesy and calls me Mrs. O’Hara when he comes, fuck that would be the dream

#meg talks #mail time #nerd miguel #college!miguel #college!reader #sorority!reader #nerd!miguel #nerd!miguel o’hara

[b4tasquad]

RANKING THE BETA SQUAD & EXTRAS BY ATTRACTIVENESS:

thank you for tagging me bae @kennysboxergf <3

Authors note: some of this I know for a fact I’m hearing shit for but idk this is the only right way😛

10. HARRY PINERO

It wouldn’t be b4tasquad without some hp no sauce slander. This guy gets on my nerves so much I have a list of violations I would throw in his face if I was to ever meet that bitch. And it’s not like he’s fine enough to talk about others? Like boy you out here with a non distinguishable hair line and a whole kid trynna act 21 without no kid😐

9. ANESONGIB

Nothing against him, like at all. I just really don’t find him that attractive tbh. And I’ve never really paid attention to him when he’s not in beta squad videos or with em so don’t know him. Kinda looks like the guy from ratatouille but cute tho.

8. JOHNNY CAREY

He’s not ugly? Just not really my type. Really funny in footasylum videos alongside the ones he’s in on the beta squad channel, but like I said not really my type. Kinda feel like he still plays Fortnite and lives in his mamas basement. He has his moments tho, and sometimes his drip be good.

7. DARKEST MAN

now listen… especially ally. I love Darkest with my whole being istg. I find him super attractive and he’s my man frfr… but compared to the others above him I just can’t put him anywhere else😭 but he’s so funny and fine. just wish he had hair…

6. KING KENNY

Very attractive especially with a durag on omg🤭but I’m very much a hair and face combo girl. Like a guy has to have good hair and be handsome to be rated top tier to me🤷‍♀️ Kenny’s super attractive… but lacks in the hair department

5. CHUNKZ

my man love love love his fine ass. i think I’d actually faint on the spot if he opened his mouth and spoke because he’s so fucking fine I’m just😧😧 would but him higher if he had the hair and and face combo…

4. SHARKY

SUPER SUPER SUPER FINE. ISTG and I know some of you are going to hate me for this… but he’s not the finest in the beta squad??? let’s be fr rn. his style is so nice, he’s super handsome but girls he’s not the finest goodbye. Love me some sharky tho

3. YUNGFILLY

idc what you guys have to say about this one. filly has been and will always be fine. if he has 10 fans I’m one of them, if he has one that’s me and if he has none… better believe someone killed my ass😛 he’s so caring, boyfriend material, fine, and stylish. he’s so Abby’s man coded

2. AJ SHABEEL

my man my man my man. all of you know id go to war for my bae. people do him so dirty and I just DONT STAND FOR IT. he’s everything a girl (aka me) needs and I’d do anything for him. his hair is such a bonus cause omfg I want to run my hair through it and the highlights in it??? FUCK YESS

1. NIKO OMILANA

he’s been my bae since day one. I stared watching them because of him, and I’ll continue to watch for him too. he’s the finest most delicious scrumptious guy there is, and I better not hear anyone arguing. there’s never been a discussion. I’ve heard to many “sharky and niko are both the finest.” “Sharky is finer.” NO HES NOT LMAO🙄🙄 the day everyone realises that niko legit has everything. height, hair, face, body im gonna laugh at you??? sign me tf uppppp

#beta squad #✭b4tasquad speaks #niko omilana #aj shabeel #chunkz #sharky #king kenny #yung filly #anesongib #johnny Carey #harry pinero #youtube

[baurbiediv]

traumazine

follows the aftermath of “happy birthday, jack!”

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veenus WAIT! HAVE OUR PRAYERS BEEN ANSWERED!

sza got me giggling, twirling my hair, and kicking my feet

↳ allthingsyn this is so funny

↳ ynscloset solana is a girls girl

↳ sza you got me on a watchlist or sum??🧍🏽‍♀️

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↳ user683 urban being y/n’s hype boy >>

↳ itgirlyn y/n & urban the duo we missed and needed

latto777 i’m so excited for y’all to hear this shit, y/n worked so hard for this and i loved working with my girl

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↳ user0964 literally why are jack’s minions here

↳ selenosunni far from a minion and you probably the type to scratch your belly button and sniff your fingers you fucking freak

↳ veenus FREAK?? I’M CRYINGGGG

carlaciagrant 🤭🤭🤭

yourbestie i got to listen before all of you HA!

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jackharlow would you rather be underpaid or overrated?

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druski2funny see that’s what’s wrong with you now!

↳ jackharlow not sure what you’re talking about

↳ druski2funny “don’t piss me off”

↳ jackharlow you got jokes now huh?

↳ yourbestie no, you’re the joke

yourbestie don’t mind me i’m just instigating shit

↳ localcali what!

↳ yourbestie you saw what i said 🤨

jackspoison i’d rather not stan someone who isn’t an avid cheater!

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↳ jackharlow y’all think y’all are so funny

↳ jackharlow yourinstagram you liking comments??

↳ yourinstagram jackharlow you fucking bitches while in a committed relationship but you nut inside me? okay jack!

↳ lilnasx CLOCKED TF OUT OF HIM!

↳ dojacat HE FUCKJBT DID WGAT? BITCH YOU BETTER CALL ME

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yourinstagram hate on me i like dat shit 😛🔥🤍

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flomilli 😍😍😍😍😍😍

doechii i am so in love, you are truly the baddest bitch 😫

summerwalker 🤭🤭

latto777 😘😘😘

yourbestie YOU CONTINUE TO EAT THESE GREMLIN LOOKING BITCHES UP!

↳ selenosunni so you?

↳ yourbestie please don’t make me fuck you up 😣🙏🏽

↳ selenosunni i’d like to see you try

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druski2funny dude looks like he just walked straight out the matrix 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

↳ user032 i fear that druski never takes anything seriously

↳ privategardenco you just might be right

↳ ynscloset literally who is running this account

↳ privategardenco 🤫🤫 - XoXo, Gossip Girl

randomgirl 😍😍😍

↳ fairyvex get a grip

↳ feliciathegoat don’t bother arguing with her, that is a bald headed scallywag

stunnayn mm not you copying y/n with the limited commenting and no caption, ooo you want her back so bad 😭

↳ jackharlow i don’t

↳ stunnayn all you blue eyed and blond haired men do is lie and cheat like damn

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fairyvex HELLO?? NDA?? DID JACK MAKE YOU SIGN A NDA

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user739 jack sure was ungrateful for you 😾😾

↳ yourinstagram he was literally eating my ass, what more did you expect

↳ jackharlow … really?

↳ yourinstagram i got a video, you really want me to release that?

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow concepts #bf!jack #jackharlow #jack harlow imagines #jackman thomas harlow

[generalgrievoussummerbod]

I was possessed by the spirit of I-have-to-draw-toxic-yuri-immediately a few nights ago:

Actually finished a piece! My beloved menace of an azata nature oracle KC Dornik, and her beloved menace of a girlfoe Wenduag 🥰. Obsessed with rotating these two in my head and trying to find a way for them to work out 😛. Wendu is…not ethically unchallenging but I thrive on terrible ideas and drawing them gives me life soooooo.

A little characterisation under the cut (cw for extremely brief kink mention) .

Dornik pictured somewhere in Act 3 using teacher/student kink + flattery + sharing immediately useful information about war and magic to bribe Wenduag into listening to how her own (very different) coping mechanisms and ideas on ethical leadership work (this mostly boils down to ‘find something that makes you happy you can believe in no matter what, and be an anarchist’) while also flirting horribly, because she’s the normalest girl (nb) in the world and cannot be stopped. And also really, really wants Wenduag to be OK but you can’t just say that to her face 🥲.

Wenduag pictured just going for it because Dornik is built to be climbed like a tree and also constantly dropping hints she doesn’t want this power and would love to democratise it (for example, by saying “I hate and having so much personal power power, I wish I could democratise it more effectively”), so maybe she’ll find a way to get rid of it and then maybe there would be all that power lying around and neither of those opportunities come ‘round every day 👀. Also it’s nice to be listened to and respected and prioritised, and have your desires catered to only with actual fucking safety and aftercare, and have reliable food and comfortable shelter and good company, but those are nonsense things for weaklings unless you take them for yourself so it doesn’t mean anything right?

#aaaa their designs are so much fun #wenduag #knight commander #dornik #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #pf:wotr #pathfinder wotr #az art

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can u write ellie angst with a fluffy ending 🙏🙏

Me too || Ellie Williams

Pairings: Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

Warnings- Joel’s death, ellie being mean, angst and fluff

Word count-883

A/n: I don’t like this one 😛👎

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When you love someone to tend to put them before yourself but sometimes that’s just not enough for them, i guess that how I ended up in this situation. Nothing happened to lead up to this point, all I asked was to put the fucking dishes away while I hang out the clothes. Is it that hard? Obviously it is to lead us into this screaming match.

“Why are you getting so upset over me asking you to do the dishes?” I loudly ask the woman sitting on her stupid chair. She looks at me with rage in her eyes before yelling at me once again. “Because you ask me to do every fucking thing around here can I not get a fucking break for once.”

I look at her in disbelief. Can she get a break can she get a fucking break. “Excuse me, I have done everything around here while you have been healing from Joel’s death, i never ask you to do anything but the couple time I do it’s so I can get dinner ready for both of us faster.” I tell her as I walk over to the dirty plates.

“It’s like you can’t do anything properly though, I mean look at this place you say you clean and all this shit yet it still looks like a fucking pigsty.” She hisses at me as a wash the dishes. I sigh officially over this argument but that only seems to anger her more. “Don’t fucking sigh at me, you say I do nothing but who goes out to catch the food you cook huh? Oh that’s right me, I do. But you don’t seem to appreciate that do you.”

As I wash the last plate I look over at her. “Ellie you know I appreciate everything you do, all I’m saying is that I needed you to do the dishes so I could-“ I cut myself off not being able to finish my sentence as tears make there way on my lash line, I just put my head down and finish packing the dishes away before slowly making my way to the laundry basket.

“Can I be honest with you, I’m really starting to get sick of this. I feel like I’m suffocating with you,” ellie said while standing up. Still holding the basket I turn my body to look at her. “I have done nothing but give you space and the life you wanted, but that’s not enough for you huh just sweep that under the rug, not only that but I’ve been trying to heal myself watching that woman hurt someone I truly loved was traumatising and I wish someone would of taken care of me the way I’ve been taking care of you.”

I couldn’t help but yell I’m so sick of getting treated like I do nothing and I’m not good enough. I look straight Into her eyes and saw something light up in there that scared me, debating if I should leave or not was short live when she spoke up.

“I wish it was you.” I give her a sad smile. “Me too.” I whispered before walking out the door to hang out the laundry.

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I’m half way through hanging out the clothes, I felt like shit did she really feel like that, does she not love me anymore, am I good enough. A set of silent tears rolled down my cheek only to be harshly wiped away.

I stood their thinking and pinning a shirt when I feel arms go across my torso pulling me into a tight hug I knew who it was immediately and just stood there. As Ellie put her face into my neck I felt the wetness of her cheeks collide with the side of my neck and shoulder. 

“I’m sorry,” a her muffled voice said, hugging me tighter and bringing me closer, “I’m so sorry.” She sobs not showing any sign of letting go. Sighing I bring my arms to hold hers while swaying a little, as a cold breeze flows over us making me shiver. Silence is all the is heard as I continue hanging the clothes out while Ellie holds me close.

“I’m finished babe, let’s get back inside it’s getting cold.” I said to her quietly as I push the laundry basket to the side. I feel her losen her Hold only to keep one arm tightly on my waist as we make our way back inside. I lead her to the dining table sitting her down before making my way over to the oven to get dinner started.

“Are you hungry babe?” I ask to not get a reply but arms tightly making their way back on my waist. “Are you tired Ellie?” I ask only to feel a nod on my neck. I hmm before gently pulling her arms off me and helping her to our bedroom.

Once we make it there I lay her down, as I look at her and giving a little smile before leaning down and placing a kiss on her cheek before moving to her ear, “I’ll always forgive you ellie.”

#the last of us #tlou2 #ellie tlou #ellie williams #the last of us part 2 #ellie williams x fem!reader #ellie x reader #tlou ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams angst #ellie williams fluff