#250 followers celebration

[lafleshlumpeater]

250 followers + birthday celebration!! (14th jan-28th jan- closed)

pls check my fandom list and character list before sending in an ask!! (pls only send in asks for characters on the list + from these fandoms only!!)

pls don’t send in any asks after the 28th!!

no limits on how many asks you can send, go wild <3

thanks sm @marvelgurl31 for helping me w this<3

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but i knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss

send me this and i’ll hand- write you a short letter!! (moots only)

i wanna brainwash you into loving me forever

send me a fandom, a  gender pref and a detailed description about you and i'll ship you with a character from that fandom!!

cause he was sunshine, i was midnight rain

send in a character, the fandom they’re from, a gender pref and a trope and i’ll make a moodboard for the both of you in a relationship!!

she’ll patch up your tapestry that i shred

send me this, a character and what fandom they’re from  and i’ll make a moodboard for how i see the two of you in a relationship!!

cause darling im a nightmare dressed like a daydream

tell me what you think my aesthetic is and i’ll do the same for you!! (moots only)

bad, bad boy shiny toy with a price, you know that i bought it

tell me what you would gift me for my bday and i’ll do the same for you!!

we small talk, work and the weather

send me this to chat (about your day, about a crush, for life advice, or even just to vent)

i say, “i hate you,” we break up, you call me, “i love you”

tell me your first opinion of me compared to now and i’ll do the same for you!! (moots only)

honey without the exes, fights and flaws, we wouldn’t be standing here so tall

send me an unpopular ship/your otp and i’ll give you my opinion on them!!

all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

send me this with a fandom, character, gender pref  and trope and i’ll write a short blurb for it!!

you’ve got that james dean, daydream, look in your eye

send in a detailed description about you and i’ll tell you what fictional universe i think you belong in!!

and you’ve got a smile that can light up this whole town

send me this and i’ll tell you one assumption i have about you!! (moots only)

you should take it as a compliment that i’m talking to everyone here but you

tumblr games!! (kmk, cym, would you rather, etc)

tagging some moots (lmk if you don't wanna be tagged in the future): @starchasing-cryptid @starstruckwillows @dizzyntrr @diqldrunk @heyyyitsmegen @quickslvxrr @iheartmoons @iheartaris @fefifofae @kimorna @loaf-of-soup

#my bday is on the 19th btw<3 #mutuals<33 #celebration #250 followers #250 followers celebration #events #bday celebration #spam pls

[imhereforbrownies]

congrats on this huge milestone, you definitely deserve it, love!! can’t wait to see more of your beautiful writing in the future <3

pronouns: she/her

personality traits: shy and quiet around strangers, annoyingly loud with friends. people often come to me for advice. instead of showing my feelings i joke a lot, but in reality i’m a sensitive baby and WILL cry over anything don’t try me. i struggle expressing physical and verbal affection despite wanting to, so i’m more of an acts of service and writing letters type of person. very melodramatic ngl 🫣

hobbies: spending time with my friends, family, and pets. music, music, music!! discovering new music, making playlists, i play the piano (would love to learn to play the guitar too!!), like to sing, and enjoy dancing. i’m also a writer and have recently been trying to become a polyglot goddess lmao.

favorite movies/songs/food/places: spider-man: into the spiderverse (i’m obsessed with spider-man and just marvel in general) & la la land (been a musical girlie since day 1 and i blame glee for it!!); evermore by taylor swift bc being a swiftie is about 40% of my personality; fave foods are sushi and tortilla soup; and my favorite place ever is new york.

i have a dog (my baby, would die for him <3) and used to have a cat whom i miss a whole lot bc he unfortunately passed away, so i’m hoping to adopt another cat (and like 20 more bc who’s gonna stop me) in the future

dreams and aspirations: i’ve wanted to be a musician since i was a little girl but that’s kinda just a dream. next big, slightly more achievable dream: i’m studying advertising and would love to eventually work as a creative director!! it’d be even more bombastic if i was a creative director in the music industry, ngl. i also just hope to stay surrounded by the people i love and care about :)

zodiac sign & MBTI: virgo and infp

aesthetic: clean girl, vintage core.

would love for the group to be skz pls!!

Hello, love! Thank you so much for your sweet words, it means the world to me 💗

I'm so sorry this took me so long, I didn't intend to keep you waiting :( also, you have such cool dreams and I'm really rooting for you to achieve them (don't give up on the music!!!!) and keeping my fingers crossed for you ���

Now to your ship...

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I was thinking about this one and I decided I'd ship you with Hyunjin.

My reasoning behind it:

- your Virgo and his Pisces are extremely compatible and you both are INFP, which makes you a great match

- I think your personalities would go along very well :)

- he too is a very sensitive person and so I think he'd have a lot of understanding for you and would actually adore you for it

- we all know he's a hopeless romantic and you confessing your love for him through a letter????? My boy would be so whipped!!! You'd break him, I swear

- also would love your animals and would not mind your cat army at all lmao he spoils Kkami rotten so he'd be very supportive of your love for your pets <3

- I think he loves MCU too so you could bond through that really well :) also that fan edit of Hyunjin as Spider-Man???? That stuff lives in my head rent free lol

- imagine him dressing up as Spider-Man for Halloween just because he knows you love it!?! agahsfsjghjag yeaaaaah

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You've been marching from one side of your room to the other for what feels like an eternity, nervously nipping on your lower lips as you ask yourself again and again if what you did was a good idea.

Of course, it wasn't!

You don't know what got into you.

You and Hyunjin have known each other for some time now because of a mutual friend. You two clicked together really well ever since the beginning and eventually, you started hanging out on your own. Whether it was ordering takeout and watching movies, grabbing a coffee together or just you stopping by his dance studio to watch him practice, you two enjoyed each other's company a lot. He always told you your presence brings him inspiration for both his art and his music and you loved to be part of his creative process. Only after some time, you realized that the way you feel about Hyunjin is far away from just friendly fondness and at first you were quite shocked and didn't know what to do about this revelation of yours. When the feelings weren't disappearing as you wished for them to do, you came to the conclusion that you should probably confess to him. Or your best friend did and she kind of talked you into doing so.

And so you wrote him a letter because you knew you wouldn't be able to do that face-to-face and doing it via text just felt weird. 

But now when you think about it, maybe writing him a letter was much weirder.

Will he think you're weird now? Will he even talk to you after this? Did you completely ruin your friendship with this? 

You let out a groan, hiding your face in the palms of your hands as you finally stop pacing, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down.

Your attempt at regaining your sanity is interrupted by the loud, urgent ringing of your doorbell, making you stiffen.

You stay like that for a second, the intrusive sound dying down, giving you a moment of silence only to reappear with even more intensity, making you let out a defeated huff.

It's probably just your roommate forgetting her keys again. And you're really not in the mood for this.

You make your way to your door, pushing one of the buttons to unlock the door of your apartment building before you head to your shared kitchen to grab a glass of water, knowing that it'll take your roommate a while to make it all the way to your floor so you can open the door for you.

However, the knocking on the door comes much sooner than you anticipated, making you put down your unfinished glass before you head back to the hallway, grabbing the handle of the door without a second thought as you throw the door open. 

"How many times have you forgotten-" you cut yourself off as your eyes lay on someone else.

Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin, breathing heavily and leaning against your doorframe with your silly love letter in his hand. 

You're just about to close the door shut, your brain short-circuiting at his sudden appearance, your chest tightening with dread.

"No, wait!" He exclaims, sticking his feet on your doorstep, stopping your attempt.

You don't know what to do and so you slowly open the door again before letting go of it, your gaze meeting his shyly, your heart thrumming in your chest.

"I- I- I need to talk to you," he states, still quite breathless. He had to run up the stairs, there's no way he'd get here so fast otherwise.

"I- I'm not sure I'm ready for this, Jin," you murmur.

"You... you wrote this, right?" He asks, handing you the letter, making your heart clench in your chest.

Is he here to give it back to you?

You don't dare to touch it, only nodding silently to give him some sort of response.

"Did you mean it?" He asks and you nod again, this time meeting his gaze, your eyes glistening with tears as you expect him to reject you now.

Instead, he lets out a relieved sigh, closing his eyes as a scoff escapes his pretty lips.

You stare at him, paralyzed.

"That's- That's amazing," he whispers.

"What?"

"I feel the same, Y/N. I do for a while now and this," he states, waving your letter in the air before he proceeds: "this is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever done for me."

"You feel the same?" You have the need to assure, thinking you might've misheard him.

"I do, silly," he chuckles, making your heart jump in your chest. You let out a nervous laugh, running your hand over your face, still not believing this.

"I- I don't know what to say," you admit, making Hyunjin laugh.

"There's nothing else to say," he says softly, his hand cupping your cheek with gentleness unknown to you, making your breath hitch in your throat.

"I have a question though," he murmurs, centimeters parting you now, his hot breath dancing over your face, making your heart pick up a pace.

"Yes?"

"Can I kiss you?"

#skz #stray kids #skz fanfic #stray kids fluff #fluff #250 followers celebration #shipping hours #hwang hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin #skz hyunjin #skz hwang hyunjin

[unfortunate-arrow]

If your aesthetic requests are still open (for your 250 follower thing), maybe you could do one for Eloise x Phillip? I've only watched the TV show, but I am excited to learn more about Eloise and her relationship with Philip (hopefully in the next season?).

Eloise Bridgerton ♥ Phillip Crane

Or, Eloise Bridgerton gains a penpal, and something more, when she accidentally receives a letter meant for Phillip Crane, Ph.D. 

#thank you! #eloise x phillip #philoise #eloise bridgerton #phillip crane #bridgerton #modern bridgerton au #modern philoise #my aesthetic #250 followers celebration #hope you like it! #there has been a bit of foreshadowing for them and phillip has been seen twice! #(he’s currently marina’s husband who adores plants) #actually in my modern au phillip is a botany professor while eloise is a freelance writer #there might be a bit more foreshadowing next season but they don’t get together until about ten years after anthony & kate #eloise needs to do some maturing #and phillip is not nearly as bad as he’s often made out to be #i mean he’s not exactly worse than any of the other men (b/c the books are like 20 years old and in moments show that age like many others)

[beefrobeefcal]

What in tarnation?

How in the cinnamon toast fuck did that happen? Beefro truly is blessed. 👌🥩💜😭🙏🫂

My heart and THOT TANK are full. I'm thankful and delighted you're all here for P-Boy Tummy Time™️ and I swearsies to keep churning out smut for you, thirstyTHOTs 🤞

Keep your eyes pealed & your THOTS open for Contract Conundrums and I Feel God in this Burger King to celebrate

Big thank you to my TAGLIST friendos: @theywhowriteandknowthings @harryleatherfit @harriedandharassed @neverwheremoonchild @rebel-held @beee-haw @nevergoingbacknowshine @idolatrybarbie @v4vayha @lalocitos @xdaddysprincessxx @deathsholywaterr @heareball @lyssramscal @wintrwinchestr @blackfemalenerd @toxicanonymity @southernbe @starkeydaviss - I write for you, my lovelies!

We're-gonna-party-like-it's-1999 regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal tummy #250 followers #time to celebrate #yay for beefro #beefro's bistro #beefro is blessed #beefro is thankful #🥩 #👌🥩💜 #p-boy tummy time™️ #chubby pedro rights !!! #chubby!p-boy rights !!!

[kryspiekream]

Holy shit OKAY!!

We are rapidly closing in on my next goal of 250 followers! We are 3/4 of the way there!

We didn't end up doing anything for 100, but this time I'd definitely love to celebrate 250!

Any suggestions from my followers as to what I should do to celebrate?

#250 followers #celebration

[enchantedlandcoffee]

Thank you guys so much for 250 followers (I am so glad that people like my chaotic blog) I love you all so much. As I quite liked doing the aesthetics today, I am going to celebrate by taking either personal aesthetic requests (also ones featuring celebrities).

If you'd like one, send in (ask or message):

Favourite colour

Favourite animal

Favourite activites (3 or more)

Favourite weather

Favourite season

Favourite item of clothing/outfit

A song lyric that you really like/fits the character

Favourite celebrity (for personal)

Optional: a theme (a.k.a. specific colour scheme, specific style, etc.)

Tagging some mutuals: @adorableanonymousbutterfly @itsnotreal @imogenleefic @justahappycloud @aestheticlarrie @larry-hiatus @red-pandaaa @hellolovers13

#ash celebrates 250 followers #mutuals #mutuals tag #personal aesthetic #aesthetic #aesthetic request

[aintinacage]

WOAH GUYS! I HAVE REACHED 250 FOLLOWERS!!! It took a really long time, but I finally got there! Thank you for everyone who follows me, puts up with all my obsessions and those who silently don’t put up with all my shenanigans 😂! I love you all!!

#signal boost #celebration #I’ve reached 250 followers #250 followers #personal #woohoo

[lafleshlumpeater]

and you’ve got a smile that can light up this whole town

<3

and you’ve got a smile that can light up this whole town

send me this and i’ll tell you one assumption i have about you!! (moots only)

IDK WHY I'VE ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU HAVE THE COOLEST GLASSES COLLECTION (maybe bc of your pfp) BUT YEAH

and also that you always dress casually but somehow it's always so stylish and you make it look aesthetic <3

#mars<33 #mutuals<33 #inbox #asks #celly asks #250 followers celebration #bday celebration #IVE BEEN TAGGING THESE WITH 100 FOLLOWERS CELLY BUT IT'S 250 #NOO

[piecesofchess]

i hate you but i love you (@ kane’s in-game design)

#almost at 250 followers for this blog and insta #normally i'd plan how to celebrate but im really Going Through It RN #i promise ill do something though #wip

[imhereforbrownies]

Hello my divine queen... I'm writing with the request as I promised~ sorry it took some time, I had night shift so I was in state of uselessness all morning lol. Alright, let me get started so I don't take away much of your precious time~

When it comes to my personality traits, I'm convinced you're one of the people that know me the best but I would describe myself as a person with impeccable sense of humour, who's socially awkward beyond imagination with prominent sprinkles of anxiety and over-thinking. I also do like to consider myself to be open-minded and fairly patient (but the occasional anger outbursts are inevitable as the society we live in is packed with idiots).

As far as I'm concerned with my hobbies, I'm college student so I'm not allowed to have any of those... of course, I'm kidding :) my hobbies include unhealthy amount of day-dreaming, recetly I picked up playing the piano again, writing, listening to music, gaming, avoidance of fellow human beings and my responsibilities.

Some of my *favourites* that I can think of:

Movies and/or series - Hotarubi no Mori e, Doukyuusei (this is my comfort anime movie), Anna and the King, LOTR, Stranger Things (of course this masterpiece needs to make the list-)

Songs - any Imagine Dragons song, lots of The Neighbourhood songs, and some of the recent songs I'm obsessing over are Bon Jovi - You Give Love a Bad Name, Nirvana - Come as You Are, Kings of Leon - Sex on Fire, Metallica - Enter Sandman (I swear it's not just a phase mom...)

Places - my bed :) or nature (unless it's pollen season, allergy hits like a bitc-)

My dreams and aspirations include figuring the fuck out how I'm supposed to get my life together... genuinely, I don't have any specific goal at the moment, maybe just graduating from the hell hole college of mine hi hi... and after that just finding much needed balance in my personal life~

Zodiac sign - Cancer 🤟🏻

MBTI - INFP

Aesthetic - I'm spiritually in love with dark naturalism

And after long debate with myself, I'd like to know who would you ship me with from Stray Kids, even though I'm not super familiar with them yet. Thank you so so much in advance sweetie 💗

Hello, darling! 💞 Your request literally made my day, thank you so much for joining my celebration, I love you endlessly 💗

I literally squealed when I saw you requesting SKZ ship because I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THISSSSS FOR SO LONG ajbgsjvshgjds

Now let's get straight to it on my momma we lit!!!!

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I took my time to think about this, not gonna lie and I finally made my decision to ship you with Felix!

My reasoning behind it:

- you're Cancer and INFP which is kind of perfectly compatible with his Virgo and ENFP :)

- Felix is sunshine and literally the sweetest freaking person on the planet Earth so I can be 100% sure that man would treat you right just as you deserve

- he'd also be very understanding towards your needs and would never do anything without your permission so GREEN FLAG (there's not enough of them in our lives and you know it)

- he can cook and bake and as far as I'm aware you enjoy cooking and baking from time to time soooo you could do cooking/baking dates hihi

- I know you're obsessed with his voice (who isn't?!) and I'm sure he'd enjoy that very much lmao

- He loves anime, MCU and is a gamer (he actually recently started playing Genshin I think?)... can this boy be more perfect for you????? don't think so

- he also loves Imagine Dragons sooooo tickets as Christmas presents I guess ?? hehe

- you're such a lovable, kind and amazing person and I'm sure Felix of all people would appreciate you so much and he'd definitely treat you like a queen so I could rest peacefully and not worry about your well-being lol so this was an easy choice :)

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You come home, letting out an exhausted sigh as you let your bag hit the ground. You slip your shoes off and hang your jacket before you make your way further into your flat, the one you share with Felix.

He is exactly who you're searching for now as you take a peak inside your kitchen only to find it empty, yet there's a lingering smell of something delicious luring you in and so you cross the doorstep and make your way to the stove. He left some noodles for you that he cooked earlier, making you smile to yourself at his thoughtfulness.

"Hey," the deep voice coming from behind you makes you turn around quickly only to be met with Felix leaning against the doorframe, a small smile on his plush lips.

"Hi," you grin tiredly.

"I left you some noodles. It's the one you liked the last time," he states as he approaches you, making you curse your heart for skipping a beat at his sudden proximity.

"Thanks, Lixie. I really appreciate that," you murmur, looking at the food to avoid facing your roommate who leans against the counter right next to you, facing you with a smile on his stupidly handsome face.

"How was today?"

"Freaking sucked," you admit, letting out an exhausted sigh as you dare to glance up at him only to be met with sympathetic pout on his lips.

"I'm sorry to hear that. We could- we could game for a while if you'd like to. I actually made some progress in Genshin while you were gone," he states and you can't help but smile.

"Oh, you did? You have to show me," you state, suddenly feeling a bit more energized at the promise of spending time with him doing something you both actually enjoy. That might be just the right thing to help you get rid of all the stress that university life is giving you.

"For sure!" He nods with a grin.

"I-I'll just change and I'll be right back," you say, pushing away from the stove and heading for the door.

"I'll warm up the noodles for you," he offers.

"Thanks, Lixie!"

"No prob."

After you change into pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt that maybe, just maybe used to belong to your roommate, you join him in the living room, your steaming bowl of noodles already waiting for you and so is Felix, controller in a hand and the game on the tv, yet his attention is on you the minute you enter the room, making your cheeks warm up.

"Thank you for the food," you murmur as you slide on the couch next to him, keeping a respectful distance.

"It's alright. You deserve to be taken care of," he states matter-of-factly, adverting his eyes to the screen, leaving you staring at him with lips softly parted. Sometimes you wonder if this boy is even real.

When you snap out of your little stupor you reach for the bowl and actually start eating, while watching Felix play.

As the time passes by, the noodles disappear from your bowl bit by bit while you and Felix engage in playful banter. He tells you about his dance practices and the new song he's working on with Hyunjin while you tell him about what a hell your major is these days, you both laughing at all the escapades you've been through so far.

Eventually, you put the bowl back on the table, leaving it empty before you adjust your position on the couch, looking for something more comfortable until you somehow end up with your head on Felix's shoulder. He doesn't seem to mind, too focused on the screen and the game and so you stay like that, ignoring the wild thrumming of your heart.

Felix senses you're getting tired and so he reaches for a blanket, covering your form before casually going back to talking, lowering his voice now, keeping his tone gentle and quiet as he tells you about all he managed to achieve in the game while you were away, the sound of his voice lulling you to sleep. You cuddle up closer to him, wrapping your hand around his arm as your eyes get heavier and heavier, your soft touches sending Felix into cardiac arrest even though he seems as calm as ever.

He eventually quiets down completely, the game practically forgotten now as he finds himself looking down at you, dozed off with your face nuzzled into his shoulder, fisting the material of his hoodie in your balled hand.

He can't help the way his heart clenches at the sight of you, not when you look so sweet, not when moments like this are so rare with the two of you. He leans closer to you, careful not to wake you up before he plants a soft kiss on your forehead, a small smile settling on his lips once he pulls away.

“I got you, darling."

#skz #stray kids #skz fanfic #stray kids fluff #fluff #250 followers celebration #shipping hours #kpop #lee felix x reader #lee felix #felix skz #lee youngbok

[unfortunate-arrow]

Congrats on 250 followers, Arrow! 🧡☺️

Can I request a moodboard for my MC Ellie? Thank you!

Eleanor Florence “Ellie” Hopper

Hufflepuff • INFJ • Auror • Herbologist • Artist

#thank you! #ellie hopper #hphm #hogwarts mystery #my aesthetic #250 followers celebration #hope you like it! #and that the quotes fit her well

[zoeythegoodgirl]

Well, look what happened! I still haven't figured out what I wanted to do when I got here.

#250 follower celebration #seriously what should i do? #i wanna thank you guys

[twsted-seas]

Thank you everyone for 250 followers!

To celebrate, I’ll once more be opening art/writing requests from July 24th-30th! I’ll be working on answering any remaining prompts in the meantime, thanks again!

#250 followers #followers celebration #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland

[bratbby333]

choso kamo — the boy next door

synopsis you were completely oblivious to his inner turmoil. but choso liked it that way. cw nsfw, stalking, somnophilia, voyeurism, overstimulation, dirty talk, cream pie wc 4.1k

author note i received three separate requests for pervy!choso, dom!choso, and boynextdoor!choso so i decided to combine them into one story to celebrate hitting 250 followers! eeek i love y'all so much, i hope this scratches the right itch in y'alls brains ♡ proofread and edited up by my favorite person in the known cosmos: @remlionheart *+:｡.｡ thank you for pushing me to finish this

Choso was a constant fixture in your life. For as long as you could remember, it was always you and him. His house neighbored yours and your families had become close over the past fifteen years. Your childhoods were intertwined, filled with joint pool parties, barbecues, and movie nights. The two of you even shared a babysitter when your parents would go out on double dates. You carpooled to school, played in the cul-de-sac until the streetlamps came on, snuck through each other's windows when your parents thought you were sleeping; inseparable. You guys even ended up at the same university after graduating high school. You were finally home for the summer and you couldn’t wait to spend time with your best friend, uninterrupted by the hecticness of college.

A brisk knock resonated through your home, the door answered by your mother. 

“Hey! It’s so nice to see you again,” Choso grinned, nodding gently as he stepped into your foyer. You perked up at the sound of his voice echoing through your house. It was difficult to see one another as much as you had wanted this semester; you both explored different hobbies and found separate friend groups while in college, but you always made sure to find the time. You hadn’t seen him in a few weeks, though; the stress of final exams kept the two of you apart. It had been far too long.

“How have you been, honey? How was your semester?” your mother chirped as she engulfed him in a quick embrace. The two of them shared genial words as they caught up with one another. They continued to chat before being interrupted by the heavy sounds of your excited feet thumping down the staircase. He turned to greet you, only to be entrapped in a bearhug, the momentum pushed his body into the wall behind him.

“Choso! Missed you so much,” you squealed, voice muffled as you buried your face into his chest. You breathed him in, the familiar scent of his cologne dancing through your nose. His cheek found the top of your head as his warm hands rubbed gentle circles into your back, rocking you side to side. Your mother smiled with adoration at the two of you. He squeezed you tight before he pulled away, peering down at you. You noticed a light dusting of pink that surfaced on his skin as you looked up at him, but chalked it up to the sweltered heat of summertime.

“I missed you too, sweetheart,” he replied before returning his gaze to your mother while still holding on to you. ”Exams were tough but I’m happy that it’s finally over,” he added.

His attention fell back to you as his hands rubbed against your arms, “But, I’m all yours for the summer!”

*ੈ ✩‧₊˚

You sat next to him on the floor, backs pressed against the foot of your bed. The two of you shared a pizza as a silly rom-com played on your TV. You took turns catching up on each other’s lives while the film faded into background noise. You felt renewed in his presence, the youthful glow of his features reminded you of how he was when he was younger. But your chest began to ache as you thought about how the time you spent with one another would become harder and harder to come by. The conversation lulled a bit, and you willed yourself to voice your concerns to Choso.

“Sometimes I wish we could go back to how things were,” you blurted, hands fidgeting with the pizza box. Choso quirked his eyebrow at the statement. You met his gaze, smiling softly, bringing your knees to your chest. You sighed deeply. Being away from him hurt more than you thought it would, and you never recognized how much you needed him until you saw less of him.

“I miss being a kid…I miss the way we were,” you continued, “Not a single care in the world. I feel like the older we get, the less we’ll see each other. I don’t want that, Cho,” you mumbled, reextending your legs. His heart thrummed at your earnest confession as he leaned forward and captured your hand in his.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere…I can promise you that, sweetheart,” he reassured, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand. 

The conversation quieted, his words of consolation seemed to ease your mind enough for you to fixate on the screen. He watched you through his peripherals as you giggled at the corniness of the movie. Choso tried his hardest to follow along, but there you were, sat before him in a thin tank top and skimpy pajama shorts. He sent a silent “thank you” to the heavens; the record-high heatwave that plagued your city gifted him such a magnificent sight.

He side-eyed you, his vision tracing along your body. He took another bite of his pizza as he drank you in; dinner and a show. His vision followed every dip and curve of your almost fully exposed legs. He was thankful that you felt comfortable enough around him to dress how you pleased, but his dark heart wished you were sitting in just a thong, or better yet, fully nude. His eyes meandered north, hovering over the peaks of cleavage that your shirt didn’t cover. He swallowed thickly, nearly choking on his food when another giggle erupted from you, your breasts bouncing as you laughed.

He smiled inwardly, your fear of losing him warmed his heart. He wasn’t going anywhere. How else would he be able to see you like this; all nostalgic for him, the desperate expression on your face sent waves of arousal through his veins. His desire to know how you’d look splayed out underneath him rocketed through his body as he envisioned your fucked out face when he feathered hot, wet kisses along your neck and plunged two thick fingers deep inside you…how pretty you’d look just for him. What sounds would you make when his throbbing cock was fully enveloped in your gushy walls? Would you whimper and whine? Would you cry out for him? Rake your nails down his torso with your eyes blown wide? He so badly craved the answers to his searing questions.

Your laughter panged through his chest, snapping him out of his trance. You were completely oblivious to his inner turmoil. But he liked it that way. You continued to sit so good for him, eyes casted toward the TV. If only you knew the innocent relationship you had manifested in that sweet little mind of yours was one-sided. For him, it was dirty–downright filthy and sinful. But you would never know that.

Blood rushed between his legs as he shifted on the floor. The movie had about twenty minutes left; he was trying to hold out until then. He was desperate for release, anxiously anticipating the thick load he would shoot out at the thought of you, though he would pretend that it was going inside of you, instead. Oh, how he wanted to breed you. How soft you’d look carrying his spawn. He shook his head as he cleared his throat, single handedly fighting off every demon known to man that was telling him to pounce on you. He couldn’t. It would ruin the close friendship that took years to curate. It would kick him off the pedestal you placed him so highly on, tarnish the clean-cut version of him in your parent’s mind. He battled with his own thoughts as he mindlessly stared at the TV. 

The end credits rolled and Choso stood abruptly.

“I’ll catch you tomorrow, okay? Gotta get some sleep,” he said, readjusting his pants. You looked up at him, confusion evident on your pretty face.

“I thought you were spending the night,” you pouted, before pushing yourself off the ground.

“I know…I’m sorry, sweetheart. But knowing us, we’d stay up all night watching TV and talking instead of actually sleeping,” he played off. The ache between his legs intensified at the thought of sharing a bed with you like you usually did when he slept over. But he can’t. Not tonight…not like this. Normally he was good about keeping his composure, but tonight was different. Your puppy dog eyes didn’t help, either. He so badly wanted to see those same eyes gaze up at him while his cock was shoved down your throat. His dick pulsated against the soft fabric of his shorts as he shadowed you toward your bedroom door, taking an internal note of how good your ass looked as your shorts rode up between your plush cheeks. He nearly lost it as you skipped down the stairs, your precious mounds bouncing in all the right places. You opened the front door for him, spreading your arms to hug him goodbye. He opted for a side hug, knowing damn well you would have been able to feel his hard on from the full-frontal contact. 

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You closed the door, pressing your back against it as you wondered what had gotten into Choso this evening. He was always up for a sleepover. You shoved your hurt down, embarrassed by your apparent clinginess. A shudder ran down your spine at the thought of your neediness pushing him away. Your warm body glided toward the fridge, throwing it open and basking in the cool air as you grabbed yourself a drink. You shook the shame from your mind as you shuffled back up the stairs. You peered out your window and into Choso's room; it was dark. He must’ve gone straight to bed. You opened the bay windows to your bedroom. The cool air danced through the panes, swirling around the confines of your dwelling. You inhaled deeply before stripping down, settling peacefully atop your sheets; it was far too warm to be under the covers.  

Choso surveyed you from the comforting shadows of his room. He did this frequently before the two of you had moved away, watching you get ready for bed with a firm grip on his shaft. 

“That’s it, pretty…take it all off f’me,” he muttered. His strokes sped up as he watched you undress, the moonlight that seeped into your room illuminated your heavenly body so perfectly. He huffed as he watched you retreat to your bed, his hand stilling around his cock. The thought of you wasn’t enough for him tonight. He needed you.

An hour or so passed before he ascended the tree that stood tall next to your window. His clammy hands gripped the railings that lined your small terrace as he heaved his body over, careful not to make a sound. He had done this many times before, whether his presence was expected or unbeknownst to you. He crept through the open window and entered your room, settling himself in the chair next to your bed. Your nude frame emanated the most ethereal energy, your bare chest rose and fell rhythmically, the soft gasps that fluttered from your parted lips sent blood straight to Choso’s groin. He palmed himself through his pants, leaning back a bit to shove them down his legs. His hand paced up and down his length agonizingly slow, before he stopped dead in his tracks as soft groans emerged from your throat.

“-oso,” was all that was audible. His blood ran cold as he leaned closer to your slumbered body, ears ringing in hopes to hear more. Was that–No…it couldn’t have been. You shifted a bit, another moan breaking through the silence of your room.

“Mmm…Choso,” you whimpered dreamily, one hand moving to rest just under your navel. His heart rate spiked. He watched as your hand traced lower, snaking its way to your precious cunt. You rubbed sleepy circles in your clit as your head lulled to the side, soft, sweet whimpers dancing from your parted lips. It was now or never. He pulled his shorts back up as he situated himself on the edge of the bed, rubbing his hand against your shoulder. 

You stirred a bit after a few gentle shakes of your body, your eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness of the room. Your body went rigid as your eyes focused on the outline of a person sitting before you, but the familiar smell of Choso met your nose and kept you from jumping out of your skin. You closed your eyes again, the hand that was playing with your wet cunt moved over your body to grab his hand, squeezing gently. Choso nearly broke down at the contact, the stickiness that he so badly needed graced his skin, numbing his brain. 

“Hey, Cho…y’scared me. Thought you weren’t sleeping over,” you murmured. Choso’s conscious worked overtime to keep his composure leveled as he exhaled deeply. 

“Seems like you needed me, though,” he chuckled. You hummed in response, your sleep-ridden mind not registering his comment. You began to doze off once again before panic rumbled through your body as you finally recollected the dream you were just immersed in. Then the realization hit. You shot upright, tearing your hand away from Choso as you grabbed for the covers, attempting to shield your naked body from him. You clicked on your bedside lamp, turning to Choso with your brows furrowed deeply. Your best friend just caught you in the middle of a wet dream. A dream about him. Embarrassment coupled with shame as you held the sheets tight against your body. You were thoroughly confused–what was he even doing here? How much did he hear? You wanted to protest, to plead your case, to interrogate him. A million questions buzzed around your brain, but his hand was quick to cover your mouth. 

“S’okay, sweetheart. It’s just me,” he soothed. He kicked his shoes off and kneeled beside you, hand still firm against your face. Your shoulders were tense, but you relaxed a bit at the baritone voice that fell from his lips.

“Did you have a nice dream?” His question seemed rhetorical. He felt your face flush underneath his palm as you nodded slowly. He removed his hand and you spoke up immediately.

“How’d you know I–”

“Was watching you sleep,” he shrugged. “I’ve wanted you for so long…figured it was a lost cause. But it seems the feelings are mutual, huh, sweetheart?” he cooed, his body loomed over yours as his palm brushed your face, cradling your cheek.

“You were tryin’ so hard to fight it…to pretend those dirty feelings for me didn’t exist…isn’t that right?” He mused. You glanced down at his crotch, the heavy bulge pressed firm against his thin shorts. You audibly gulped, your breath caught in your throat before meeting his eyes. You nodded at him again.

“Bet you dressed like that on purpose…such a tease,” he chastised, thumbing your cheek.

“Gotta make up for lost time, yeah?” He ripped the duvet off of you and moved so he was hovering over you, your body laid out underneath him, his arms placed on either side of your head. 

“Cho…I—we shouldn’t,” your voice wavered, suddenly unsure if you were trying to convince him or yourself. Your hands rested on his broad shoulders. “I don’t wanna lose you…don’t wanna ruin what we have,” you added, worry painted across your face, eyes fluttering back and forth between his. You were splayed out beneath him, fully nude, every dark secret of yours laid out in front of Choso. The hungry look in his eyes caused your arousal to drip onto the sheets beneath you. 

“Wanted this for years, pretty girl. I already told you I’m not goin’ anywhere,'' his head dipped down to lick a thick stripe down your neck. “You gonna let me take care of you now?” he questioned, lips pressed against your flesh, nipping at the sensitive skin. Your back arched immediately at the sensation. You moaned softly in response as you ran your hands up and down his toned back. 

“Tell me, pretty girl,” his fingers danced down your body, teasing the skin around your core. “Tell me you want me as much as I’ve wanted you,” he whispered in your ear. 

“W-want you…Cho. So bad…needed you for s-so long,” you begged, your brain fogged and voice airy while your hands clawed desperately at his back. He smirked at you as he sat back on his heels, tearing his clothes from his body. Your eyes dragged up and down the man you had grown up with. A part of you knew how you felt about him, knew how much you needed him. But you didn’t understand the full depth of that need until he was kneeled before you, perspiration glistening along his toned body as he repositioned, laying himself along the bed, his face settled right above your dripping cunt. The way he looked at you through his luscious, jet-black lashes set your pounding heart ablaze. 

You couldn’t fully comprehend what was happening. All you could feel were the sharp aches in your core as he teasingly ran his fingers through your slit. He smiled against your thigh as he plunged his fingers in immediately. You gasped at the intrusion before succumbing to the pleasure as the pads of his fingers massaged your sweet spot.

There was a sense of urgency behind his movements; the lack of time he gave you to adjust to the stretch, the way he was thrusting so fervently into you and how hungrily he bit at your flesh–it was overwhelming. He pumped into you, tirelessly working to coax an orgasm out of you. The first of many. He tilted his head down to watch his fingers disappear inside of you. He used his other hand to rub your sensitive clit, before quickly replacing it with his tongue. He wanted to drink you in for as long as he could, your juices satiating the hungriest part of him.  

His eyes blew wide, “Fuck–you’re so sweet, pretty girl,” he breathed, lapping at your core. He needed more, needed you to fall apart on all of him–his fingers, his mouth, his cock. You were going to take everything he gave you. You cried out for him, your hips spasming against the bed. He grinned before latching back on to your clit, sucking harshly, working into you like it was his life’s mission to please you. And in his mind, it was. He was set on releasing a decade’s worth of pent-up frustration on your pretty little body.

“F-fuck Cho–ah!–I’m gonna…” your voice trailed off as your pussy clenched down on his fingers. He groaned at the tightness, tongue still swirling around your sensitive bud. A shudder ran down your spine as your orgasm ripped through your body. He continued to pump into you, suckling harshly against your clit before swirling around your entrance to ensure he drank up every drop. 

He knew he should wait and give you time to recover. But the way your body twitched and writhed for him ripped away the sense of gentleness and morality that he usually had. It was all too much. He wanted to ruin you, to punish you for holding out on him for so long. He needed to be balls deep, needed to mold you around his cock–he had waited years for this. He sat up abruptly, wrapping your shaking legs around his waist as he lined himself up with your soaked entrance. Your chest heaved and your eyelids grew heavy while your body worked through the comedown. He pushed into you, fully sheathing himself inside your pulsating walls. Your eyes widened while your hands pushed against his abdomen. 

“Wait, Cho–”

“S’okay, sweet girl. I got you…focus on me,” he soothed, his pelvis flush against you as he took a hold of your wrists, pushing them over your head and pressing them against the headboard. He found an unrelenting tempo in you. You body spasmed and squirmed at his pace, jolting each time his thick cock brushed against your still sensitive g-spot. He was stuffed so deep inside of you, savoring the way your messy pussy sucked him in. He released your hands and leaned back, finding his bearings on your hip bones, pulling you toward him to meet his thrusts. Grunts rumbled from deep in his chest as he felt you clench around him. He looked down to watch himself disappear inside you, the squelching sounds and labored moans that filled the room made him choke.

“Nasty fuckin’ girl…you’re lovin’ this aren’t ya?” he teased. You couldn’t fathom a response. Your body had passed the point of overstimulation as his brutal pace pulled another earth-shattering orgasm from your wrecked body, painting his abdomen with your squirt. He dropped his head back, animalistic sounds flying past his lips as the warm spray splattered onto his skin. He pulled out of you before shoving right back in. You cried out, body trying to squirm out of grasp.

“C-can’t…s’too much,” you sobbed out. You meant it, it was too much. But the pleasure that clawed its way through your trembling frame was unreal; addictive, even. He simultaneously numbed your body and made you feel every sensation in the known universe. 

“Uh uh…almost done, pretty–stay right there,” he growled, “Just give me one more.” He wanted to live in this moment forever. Every stolen glance, dirty thought, and shameful ejaculation to the thought of you was nothing compared to the way your pretty little pussy clenched around him. He had ached over the mere thought of you for years and his body brimmed with arousal at his darkest dreams coming to fruition. And though he wanted to paint your sloppy walls with his thick seed, the wanton desire for you overpowered his need for release.

Your eyes rolled back in your skull as your shaking hands searched for any part of him to hold on to. You were a panting mess, fat tears running down your face. And it was all for him. He was drunk on the way your fucked out face lazily looked up at him as you fell apart on his cock. He made quick work of burning that image on the inside of his eyelids.

“Doin’ so good. Stay with me, sweetheart,” he grunted, his hips slamming into you. It was so sloppy now…so nasty. He fucked into you with feverish passion, and your body shook as the coils in your tummy crept up once again. 

“C’mon…just one more. Know you can do it,” he urged, his aching cock absolutely obliterating you. His fingertips gripped your flesh so tightly, he prayed it would bruise. He hoped his mark would be left on you, an aching reminder that you belonged to him. You always had. He fucked into you, his tip kissing your cervix so perfectly. You cried out, clenching down on him again, your third orgasm crashing through you in a blinding haze. 

“S-shit…so good. God–you’re fuckin’ milking me,” he growled out as he twitched inside, swears and praises cascaded from his parted lips as he chased his own release. It only took a few more thrusts before his hips stuttered against you and he finished deep inside, pumping you full of his cum. He remained sheathed within your walls, his palms running up and down your dazed out frame.

He leaned down, catching your lips in a needy, wet kiss. You were stunned into silence, your body cemented to the bed, convinced that you had lucidly dreamed this entire ordeal. You winced at the ache of Choso finally pulling out, missing the deep stretch of his cock as he leaned over to scour your drawers for a rag to clean you up. He feathered gentle kisses after each pass of the cloth. He laid by your side and you curled into him immediately, his arms snaking around your fragile body. 

“I can’t believe that just happened,” you whispered, breath shaking. He smiled before kissing the top of your head. “But I’m so happy it did,” you added, pressing yourself deeper into his side as his fingers brushed along your skin, soothing you toward a deep, satisfying slumber. Choso reveled in the dream-like trance he found himself in. His heart soared at his achievement that was years in the making, his body crossing the line that divided reality with heaven. He finally got you, and he was never, ever letting you go.

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[weasleyreidstyles]

on a night like tonight

wrote this for @thatdammchickennugget's hogmarch challenge using the dialogue prompt!! just a fluffy (debatable) one shot for my favourite slytherin boy🫠🫠🫠

prompt 2: "are you speaking parceltongue or am i really drunk?"

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!slytherin reader (although its not that important to the one shot, honestly)

warning(s): slightly suggestive (towards the end), alcohol consumption

~∞~ i love writing for mattheo😫 idk how i feel about this one but i enjoyed writing either way lol. and yes i titled this after a niall song (im still not over the fact that i saw him in the flesh like a whole week ago!??!?!) also happy international women's day to all of you sexy, beautiful women xxxx

The Slytherin common room was ripe with activity. The Quidditch team had beaten Gryffindor by an utter landslide (250-110), so it was only appropriate for them to throw a huge party to celebrate. The team were in the middle of the room, surrounded by their most loyal band of lovestruck followers, as they drowned in all sorts of alcoholic beverages.

Spheres of magical light littered the high ceiling, glittering like stars and creating an eerily green glow as they reflected off of the murky waters of the Black Lake. The seating areas had been cleared, and in place was a makeshift dancefloor of sorts, filled to the brim with students dancing, singing and laughing to whatever music was playing on a stereo that Blaise had brought in from his Ravenclaw friends.

You were stood against a wall beside Pansy, who was busy glaring at the girl who had draped herself against Theo's arm as he laughed heartily at something Enzo had said. Your best friend was seething with jealousy, but she was far too stubborn to do anything about her feelings for your Italian friend.

The two of them had been dancing around their feelings for months; it was downright infuriating.

"I don't understand why you won't do something about it, Pans!" You say to her loudly, so that your voice could be heard over the earshattering bass music. "I'm getting sick of the back and forth between the two of you!"

Pansy finally takes her eyes off of the floppy haired brunette, who is now whispering in the ear of the girl, with a suggestive smirk on his face. "I'd say the same for you." She scoffs and you turn to her with furrowed brows.

"Oh don't act dumb." Pansy says with a laugh as she turns towards you fully, the drink in her hand sloshing over the rim of the cup as she does. "I see the way you look at Matt. You're very obvious. Both of you are."

"I don't know what you're talking about." You say reluctantly, taking a lengthy sip of your firewhiskey to avoid her knowing look.

Had your affections for your friend really been so blatant?

And did he really return them?

You turn towards the middle of the room and the liquid in your cup is suddenly drained to empty as you watch Mattheo dance closely behind a pretty Hufflepuff girl.

You and Pansy return to your mutual solitude, letting your friends revel in their win against their greatest rival, while simultaneously becoming more and more drunk, the more you watch as Theo and Mattheo obliviously break your hearts some more.

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It's much later into the night, and the party has not died down. In fact, it only seems to have gotten busier as more and more people from the other houses joined in on the debauchery.

You are so drunk. Practically stumbling along behind Pansy as she drags you to and from the dance floor to get more drinks. The two of you are dancing on each other, her hips grinding against your's to the beat of the music as you both giggle tipsily. You're unaware of your surroundings and have surely pissed off many other partiers with your drunken moves. But it doesn't bother either of you, content to enjoy each other's company, until there is a presence behind you that has Pansy smirking cheekily at you.

You narrow your eyes at her, vision hazy as you feel hands cradle your waist, almost possessively. Looking up, you come face to face with the underside of Mattheo's sharp jaw as he says something to Pansy that you don't comprehend. Whatever he says has her disappearing into the crowd, leaving you to his mercy.

"Hello, Princess." He mumbles lowly, mouth brushing against the soft shell of your ear, causing a shiver to run down the length of your spine.

"Matty! Hi." You say, voice slightly slurred and you grimace at how drunk you sound. He only smirks before he's gently spinning you to face him.

"Haven't seen you since the start of the match. 'S been ages." He replies, voice raspy from how much he'd shouted and cheered during and after the match.

"It's not been that long." You say with a teasing smile as you take in his appearance. In place of the emerald quidditch robes he'd been sporting that afternoon, he's wearing a dark, black t-shirt which stretches tightly across his torso, emphasising his Beater physique and a pair of dark trousers drapes over strong legs. Your observation is slow and purposeful and the smirk on his face widens even further as you admire him more openly then you ever have before.

He's chuckling to himself and then says something that you can barely hear over the loud music that reverberates through the room. But the cadence of his voice and the way they almost seem to have been hissed out in a way you do not understand, makes you tilt your head to the side as he smiles.

"What did you just say?" You ask him, or rather shout so that he can hear you. He copies you with a tilt of his head as he looks down at you with his captivating onyx eyes.

He repeats it again, his hands tightening against your waist when you stumble slightly as someone jostles you in an attempt to get past, smirking when your face scrunches in confusion.

"Are you speaking parceltongue or am i really drunk?" You ask, your hands coming to rest against his firm chest when you were pushed into him.

"Gods, Princess. How much have you had to drink?" He asks with gleaming eyes. It's the mischief in them that has you opening your mouth in feined outrage.

"You were speaking parceltongue!" You accuse and he lets out a laugh as you lightly whack his chest. "What did you say!?"

"Now why would I tell you that?" He replies, his face leaning closer to your's. You can smell the alcohol on his hot breath, mingling with your own and you can feel every breath he takes as it fans across your face.

"Because I'm your best friend?" You say with a smirk as you unconsciously wrap your arms around his neck, leaning on your tip toes slightly so that you can be at eye level with him. The move has your hips brushing against his. You swear his eyes darken as you do.

"Theo's my best friend." He says in a tone of faux obviousness, mischief laced in his rough voice.

"But I'm your favourite, right? If you admit it, I promise that Teddy will never know. It can be our little secret, Matty." You tease and he's laughing again, before he says something else in that strange, reptilian voice, eyes flicking from you eyes to your lips.

You've always been my favourite, darling.

The ways his eyes sparkle, despite the harshness of the sounds against his tongue have you acting upon instinct as you surge forward and press your lips to his. It's as magical as you've always imagined, despite it being tainted by your twin inebriation. But you'll take what you can get.

Because Mattheo Riddle is finally kissing you and you reckon you could fall into a abyss of happiness as his pillowly lips caress your's with loving grace.

~∞~

The next morning, you wake up in an unfamiliar, yet familiar dorm room and Enzo is smirking at you with glee. A tanned, muscular arm is draped across your middle and you're using the other as a makeshift pillow. Your face warms as you recognise the large, veiny hand that stretches across your stomach.

"Fun night?" Your friend asks with a snicker and you flip him off in response. He leaves the room after he's done teasing you, his loud laughter echoing in the corridor. You move to stand but an arm tightens around the skin of your waist.

"Where do you think you're going, Princess?" Mattheo mumbles, his voice low and raspy from sleep.

"Well good morning, sunshine." You reply, a smile spreading across your face as you turn to face him, to find that he is already staring at you, with adoration in his onyx eyes.

"Am I still dreaming, or are you really in my bed right now?" He asks as you trace a finger lightly over his naked chest.

"Oh it's very real. And I'm sure Enzo has already told the others what he just discovered." You reply with a giddy laugh.

"About bloody time, don't you think?" Mattheo's question is muffled against the skin of your neck as he nuzzles his face there. You smile in response, giggling as pieces of his curly hair brush against your soft skin.

"I'd still like to know what you said last night." You say but he doesn't give you the answer. Instead, he rolls the two of you so that you lie beneath his toned body, strong arms caging you in.

"That's my little secret, Princess." He mumbles as he presses languid kisses down your neck and chest, travelling lower until your rendered a moaning mess beneath him.

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