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vanteguccir · 4 months

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Lovestruck boy | Matt Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Where Nick and Chris are trying to record wednesday's video, but Matt's lovestruck gaze keeps going to Y/N, distracting himself.

Warning: None.

Requested?: Yes, from anon.

Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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"Matt! Hellooo, is anyone there?" Nick spoke from behind the camera while moving his arms around exasperatedly, looking at his brother, who had his eyes focused on the couch in the back of the room.

Matt is the kind of guy that when he loves, he loves hard.

So to say that Matt was crazy about Y/N was an understatement, all that was on his mind day and night was his girlfriend; His days were happier with her by his side, he felt like he had more energy and strength to do anything, only because of her.

His favorite thing in the world was seeing her happy, so his heart warmed every time he heard her talking about the books she was reading with so much passion and affection - so much so that he lost count of how many times he took her to the bookstore and bought more than 100 dollars in books, just to be able to hear her talk about the characters that Matt never memorized the names of and the story that always made she speak too quickly and with so much devotion.

Whenever Matt was with his brothers or friends, he would mention his girl. It was automatic, everything reminded him of her. He was obsessed. With all that said, it was inevitable that, being in the same room, the boy wouldn't be able to take his eyes off her.

The theme of that Wednesday's video was something suggested by Y/N herself, as just a few minutes ago the four of them were lying on the sofa in the living room, the girl with her feet on Matt's lap while starting a new book, while the brothers watched old videos of themselves on television.

His hands caressed the tops of her feet covered in fluffy Iron Man socks, which she had probably stolen from his side of the drawer. Every now and then Matt's right hand would go up her legs to Y/N's left hand, taking it away from the book and to his mouth, sealing the warm, soft skin with love, keeping his eyes on the TV screen.

A smile grew on Matt's face every time his brothers made vomiting sounds, calling them disgusting. While Y/N felt like her cheeks could explode from how red they became.

Matt's teenage voice coming from the videos made Y/N's heart warm, and seeing the silly smiles on the triplets' faces as they traveled through the land of nostalgia made an idea pop into the girl's head, who instantly put down the book and paused the video, catching the attention of them.

And this takes us to the current moment, after Y/N has separated some pictures from when they were children, teenagers or nowadays on Nick's phone, having created an album to be used in that specific video.

Matt and Chris were sitting at the kitchen table, facing the camera, Nick - who was standing behind it with the album open on his phone -, and consequently also facing the sofa, where Y/N was sitting comfortably as she flipped through her book, a smile appearing every now and then on her face as her expressions changed according to the events in the story.

A cup of cappuccino that Matt made for her rested on her legs, keeping her warm, while her right hand came out of the book every now and then and picked up the drink, taking a sip.

It was the third time that Nick caught Matt's attention, who seemed to get lost in his girlfriend's figure, and all external sounds, including his brothers' voices, became muffled.

To disguise it, the boy would randomly guess the name of one of his brothers or himself when Nick showed a small part of a picture, getting it wrong almost every time. This led to him having the lowest score.

"What? Yes, that's Chris." Matt blinked his eyes quickly, looking away from Y/N and to the phone in Nick's hands.

"Matt, it's you!" Nick exclaimed, rolling his eyes and sighing, he knew the video would continue like this if he didn't get Y/N out of the room, but his best friend looked too comfortable on the couch.

"Pay attention, dumbass." Chris slammed the palm of his left hand against Matt's forehead, earning a slap back on the arm.

Y/N lifted her head from the book momentarily, holding back a laugh as she saw the brothers fighting, rolling her eyes playfully before returning her attention to the story, adjusting her position on the couch.

"I'm sorry, I'll pay attention. I promise." Matt raised his hands in surrender, swallowing hard as he glanced briefly at Y/N and saw her laughing softly, returning his eyes to his older brother and forcing himself to keep them there.

"For those of you who aren't understanding, Y/N is sitting on the couch reading, and Matt can't stop looking at her. He's obsessed, I swear." Nick muttered behind the camera, shaking his head even though they couldn't see him.

When the first round ended, Chris got up and took Nick's place behind the camera, agreeing to be the next to show the pictures and be the jury.

Nick handed him the phone and sat down next to Matt, looking briefly at the couch and closing his lips in a thin line at Y/N's wide eyes at the book, probably surprised by some absurd scene.

The oldest looked at Matt, seeing that his brother was already looking at Y/N, too. Their eyes quickly met when Matt felt Nick looking at him, a laugh escaping both of their mouths.

"Are you ready?" Chris asked after choosing the first picture he would use, receiving a nod from the two brothers, who had both arms on the table so they could reach the "button" faster.

The youngest zoomed in on the pic and turned the screen towards the two, waiting for one of them to get it right.

Matt had never moved so fast, his left hand slamming against the post-it too hard as his eyes were wide in euphoria.

"It's me! Look at Y/N's hand there." Matt shouted in excitement, raising his right hand and pointing at the phone behind the camera.

"Yeah, that's Matt." Nick sighed, knowing that even though he got it right too, Matt spoke first. "You only got it right because Y/N is in the picture!"

"Obviously, he knows Y/N's traits more than he knows his own." Chris scoffed from behind the camera, zooming out of the image and looking for the next one.

The picture in question was from a day when the four of them went out to dinner at an Italian restaurant about a year ago, Nick and Chris were sitting on one side of the table and Y/N and Matt on the other. Matt had his elbows resting on the wooden table and his hands crossed, laughter escaping his lips when he heard something Chris said, while Y/N joined him in laughing, her hands crossed around his right bicep and her head resting on his covered shoulder.

The pic was taken by Nick, being the passionate photographer that he was, and Chris felt a smile stretch across his face as he remembered the moment.

Even though they made fun of their brother so much for being a crazy in love for Y/N, they felt their chest fill with joy for their brother every time they saw them together. They knew that their brother had found his other half, and seeing him as happy as ever made them just as happy.

"I know, he's obsessed with her." Nick commented again, receiving a slap on the back of his head, letting out a laugh when he saw Matt roll his eyes, but don't deny anything.

The girl looked up again when she heard her name being said by one of the boys and her person being mentioned more than once. Her eyes met Matt's blue ones, who looked at her with love and affection, an easy smile appearing on his face almost automatically.

Y/N smiled back, blowing a kiss, which the boy pretended to catch with his left hand and keep in the pocket of his hoodie.

When the round changed again, it was Matt's turn to stand behind the camera and choose the pictures.

The boy got up from his seat, fixing his pants and walking over to where Chris was, taking the phone from his hand and closing the last picture chosen by the youngest.

His thumb scrolled across the screen, looking for the first one he would use as he let his brothers settle down.

A smile stretched across Matt's face as he passed by a picture of Nick and Y/N, where they were both wearing sunglasses, with feathers around their necks and making faces at the camera. Nick had his left hand raised showing a peace sign, and it was there that Matt decided to zoom in, but not before lingering his eyes for a few seconds on the full image, admiring his girlfriend there.

Matt took advantage of the fact that his brothers were in a silly argument and turned around momentarily, looking at his girl, who was now in a position that in his head was probably very uncomfortable, but he already knew that for Y/N, the most different positions were the best.

The girl felt eyes on her and looked up, seeing Matt standing there admiring her. A reddish color took over her cheeks, and her fingers played with the pages of the book, trying to hide her shyness.

Matt nodded briefly at the book as if asking her how the story was going. Y/N smiled at the action, making a chief kiss gesture with her right hand while her left held the book open, afraid of losing the page she stopped at.

"I want to hear all abo-" Matt began in a low voice, just for Y/N to hear, but his sentence was cut by a hand hitting the table.

"I'm going to get Y/N out of the room if you don't turn around now and do your job." Nick said, crossing his arms. Chris held back his laughter beside him, his face turning red from the force he exerted in the action.

"You're so unnecessary." Matt rolled his eyes, throwing a wink at Y/N, who had a goofy smile, before turning to face his brothers again.

"No, you are." Nick responded, opening his mouth to argue against Matt again, only to be stopped by Chris, who smacked his left arm while laughing.

"Go ahead, Matt." The youngest asked, straightening up and clearing his throat, looking at his brother as he waited for the first picture.

Nick sent a bored look to Y/N, who was still watching them intently. The girl laughed softly, turning her attention back to the book as she felt her heart warm.

Y/N felt so grateful for her boyfriend and his brothers, who she saw as family. She would never forget the day Nick thanked her for how happy she made his brother, but little did he know, it was Matt who made her the happiest.

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Extra - comments:

"Matt looking behind the camera every 2 minutes with a lovestruck look on his face was the cutest thing I've ever seen 😔"

"Matt being able to guess the picture that had Y/N in it just because of her 😭"

"I love how Nick and Chris make fun of Matt for his love for Y/N all the time"

~ "deep down, they love them together more than the couple itself lol"

"I want to have a boyfriend who is as obsessed with me as Matt is with Y/N 🧎‍♀️"

"Y/N is a total bookworm, and I'm here for it!"

~ "petition for her to make tiktoks about the books she reads ✏️📄"

"it's incredible to see the difference between Matt before Y/N and Matt during Y/N. She's so good for him 🥺"

"Matt smiles so much when Y/N is near 😫"

"Matt and Y/N >>>>>>> any other famous couple"

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My asks are always open. Feel free to send requests or anything at all 🩷💋

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matrixbearer2024 · 4 months

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I'm On Your Screens.

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

Vox's POV of "Get Off My Screen!"

A/N: This is the silly TV man's POV on what I had written earlier since it was mainly just how dear reader saw everything. I wanted to do this before working on the Vox x Reader requests so I could do some practice on this dude's character hahaha. Also my goodness Tumblr you are THIRSTY for this man! Aaaaah I love it anyway so keep those ideas coming people!

Vox is a busy man, dealing with the other two Vees' chaos alongside his company kept his hands full daily.

Either always irate out of his mind or even grumpy because of it.

Velvette called him again because of Valentino making a bloody mess.

Oh great, this shit AGAIN-

Upon further inspection, the moth overlord was pretty much throwing another pissy tantrum because something didn't go his way.

Something about one of his whores stepping out of line or whatever?

Vox wasn't exactly listening.

Throughout that entire fit, Vox had half a mind to tell Valentino to just suck it up.

Sometimes shit goes wayside, it is what it is.

He was already exhausted mentally and physically by the time he dragged himself back into his monitor room.

Plopping himself back down on his chair, Vox let out a tired sigh and just stared at the many screens around him.

So imagine his surprise when he saw a random screen just crackle and fizz like an old CRT booting up.

Hell had done away with those darn things years ago-

He even made sure of it!

He swiveled his chair around to look closer at the fuzzy image that had appeared.

The static filter over the picture was definitely reminicent of an older TV screen.

He could barely make out a group of figures hunched over... something?

Vox tried to travel through the screen, as he could with the many many others in the room around him-

"FUCKING-! OUCH?!"

Only for it to rebound back.

Vox didn't know whether to be confused or surprised that he managed to zap himself.

HimSELF.

Besides that, a random prompt appeared on the screen.

What kind of haunted bullshit was this?

"What's your name?"

Okay, someone had to be pulling a prank on him.

Despite being skeptical, he decided to humor this weird situation.

"Okay-? The keyboard doesn't work. How am I supposed to use this thing? Just write on the screen?"

Despite his sarcastic remark to no one in particular, yes.

That was in fact what he had to do.

Which Vox found out pretty soon, and he felt a little idiotic that it wasn't the first thing he tried.

He had to squint to kind of understand what was happening on the other side of the screen.

He'd written his name on the screen aaaaand-

Great, absolutely nothing happened.

Someone had to be fucking with him.

There wasn't even any audio so he couldn't even use that for hints.

The group he'd been watching just all of a sudden jumped up and pointed towards him.

Or at least that's what it looks like.

Could they see him?

He wasn't even sure what happened next, the group somewhat hastily moved out of his sight.

Oh whatever.

Vox was about to just forget about the weirdness of the situation if something else hadn't popped up on an adjacent screen.

A phone homepage.

What the hell was that doing on his screens?

It wasn't like there was anyone in particular he was interested enough to look through their stuff.

Ohhhh he could interact with it this time.

Dumb fucking hackers could only zap him once, HA!

The screen with the TV filter quickly shut off when he interacted with the phone menu however.

He should really check his mainframe security and firewalls after this-

It took him no time at all to rummage away and scrounge up whatever he could from the phone.

Might as well do away with the tacky wallpaper while he's at it-

"Y/N huh?"

He saw your photos as well, only becoming more and more confused with the situation.

Were you a living human???

The camera app was unresponsive to his attempts at interacting with it.

So was the recording app...

Guess he couldn't use it to spy this time.

Before long, the phone was also being interacted with.

Vox could only guess it was you.

"Oh great- yeah, just go back to using the shitty wallpaper that I switched out on PURPOSE."

It didn't take much longer before Vox noticed other nearby screens popping up with electronic screens similar to this one.

He totally switched back the wallpaper before messing with the other stuff-

It was always the same, the cameras wouldn't work and neither would the microphones.

For a technology overlord, Vox found himself slightly irritated by how limited his actions were.

wtf was he even supposed to do with this?

Once he retired for the night, he wondered if all of this would just go away come morning.

Spoiler alert: It didn't.

Though the tacky wallpaper was back again.

Hm... this could be fun.

This went on for a few days, he and you were switching the wallpapers back and forth.

It was either his face or whatever random shit you'd change it with.

Sometimes Vox would just let you have some peace before switching it back after an hour.

He could only imagine how irritated you were.

Too bad he couldn't hear or see it.

But seeing you constantly battle with him for the wallpaper priority was entertaining enough.

Vox didn't bother with any of your other files or anything else at the moment.

He didn't see the point in doing so yet anyway.

Of course that was until the notepad opened.

"I know you're in there. Stop messing with me."

He chuckled seeing you type out the message, guess the jig was up.

But he wasn't going to stop this game you both were playing just yet.

"Oh I know, you're just fun to mess with doll."

Little did Vox know that his snarky response would've been the start to an... odd companionship to say the least.

Both of you exchanged messages over the months.

Either idle talk or just conversation about anything under the sun.

If something bothered him at work, most likely he'd leave a rant on your notepad for you to find.

Similarly, if you've had a shitty day- he'd quickly know.

"You're obsessed with this Alastor guy huh?"

"No, he's just an old timey prick who keeps fucking up my stuff."

"You're obsessed."

"Fuck you. >:/"

Interacting with you ended up taking more of his free time and the other Vees would be confused why he spent so much more time in his monitor room.

Vox just brushed them off and rolled his eyes.

He wasn't attached.

He didn't actually care for you did he?

Yeah no absolutely not-

There was a point Vox did get bored enough to look into your files though.

He spent a good hour sorting through stuff while you got work done.

"You should really label your files better."

"It's not that bad."

"Really? After I spent a good while organizing and managing your shit because of some randomly named ones? A goddamn 'thank you' would've been nice."

"Random? I don't do random."

"Oh yeah? What's this one? 'Yeetus' or this one- 'Bababooey'?! Hell, this one is just keysmash!"

"Oh shut up, I still find my things."

"HOW????"

Vox proceeded to rant and bitch about it for another hour-

Sometimes when he just wanted to fuck with you, he'd steal control of the cursor.

It was purely just to spite you.

Your notepad rants afterwards kept him entertained.

He was slightly proud that he beat your wallpaper war.

Or so you dubbed it.

Now his grin was practically a permanent plaster on your devices.

Even so, when he wasn't busy Vox sometimes found himself looking over at your work.

"How is your grammar this shitty?"

"We have grammarly for that, I don't really care much."

"Grammar- what??"

Inadvertently he ended up being your spellchecker every so often.

He only realized how much help he'd been giving once you mentioned in passing that your English professor bumped up your grade.

Why?

Because your writing was just better.

Correction-

Vox's writing was better.

He wouldn't let you hear the end of it for weeks.

You knew it was a mistake telling him.

He didn't even stop his trolling there.

Once he figured out how to overload your computer's memory, it was lag central.

Then he started messing with the display and aspect ratio, making visual glitches while he pulled up random tabs or applications you needed to fight him to close.

"I'm in class you jackass! We can do this when I get home!"

"Nope, I don't think I will. >:3"

He thought he was doing you a favor giving your devices some custom flair as well.

"Are these emojis of you?"

"Yeah, I thought you'd enjoy them."

"Huh, cool."

He thought he was doing great as your companion, until you downloaded that thing.

What in Lucifer's name was it even?

Another tiny human in your desktop?

"What the fuck is that."

"My new desktop companion, do you like it?"

Vox didn't even bother replying, watching it move around and emote for a hot minute while his eye twitched.

Were you trying to piss him off?

Eventually he took his frustration out on it with the cursor to the best of his ability.

Even if it only irritated him more that it kept getting back up unharmed.

Fucking hell, if you wanted a visual desktop companion you could have just ASKED.

Even if he stayed up a few extra hours to work on it, Vox felt like it was worth it.

He was better than that stupid little companion thing you downloaded.

"Did you upgrade my desktop pet by any chance?"

"Why? Do you not like it?"

"Nah, it's actually pretty cute. Thanks."

Vox couldn't bring himself to reply to that.

He was not fucking CUTE!

It totally flew over his head that you called it a desktop "pet".

Depending on his mood, he would use the small thing to emote or just keep you entertained.

At least you could sort of see him.

Even when he couldn't see you.

However, Vox was still Vox and he couldn't help himself to a little mischief here and there.

You both met by sheer coincidence from a weird situation.

Still, the tech overlord couldn't help but be just slightly glad it happened to him.

If Vox had to actually be honest, you weren't all rainbows and sparkles.

You could be a total bitch if you wanted to.

Heh, maybe there'd be a chance he'll finally meet you down here.

Guess he'll just have to wait and see until then.

#hazbin hotel #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #vox x you #hazbin vox x reader #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox #he's a little shit #a charming little shit tho #I need to write more of this fool #Get Off My Screen Series

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stuniolvs · 4 months

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sick + recording

hey guys this is from my old wattpad so its no that great but please leave requests!!

warning!! use of y/n

chris and his brothers are currently recording, i just wanted to stay at home because i'm not feeling very well, i have a pounding headache and stuffy nose. its 1:42 am and they're still recording.

chris

hey baby how are you doing?

1:44am

y/n

im okay i just wanna see you.

1:44am

chris

do you want us to pick you up? we're almost done

recording and were gonna go to target,

i can stay in the car with you, i miss you.

1:45am

"chris!" chris' head shoots up hearing a yell from his brother, nick.

"get the fuck off your phone!" he shouts. chris glances down at his phone seeing a "yes please, if you can" from y/n "nick, im texting y/n. matt, can we pick her up? she's not feeling very well" the boy asked.

"sure" he earned a-what seemed to be-happy mumble from his brother.

i sighed as i grew more stuffy and my head getting more, and more heavy. i'm currently re-watching the season of Rupal's Drag Race that nick was on to catch up with him. my phone dinged as i glanced down at it, i received a "on the way!! see you soon baby" from chris. i softly smiled missing my boyfriend. i unpaused the tv but was soon cut off buy the sound of my ringtone, i turned off the tv and saw "NICK" on my screen. i clicked the green answer button and my ears were immediately filled with nicks voice "hey babe, were outside." he mentioned "okay ill be out there in a second nick" i replied hanging up.

nick grimaces at the sound of your voice "holy shit," he starts "she sounds so sick" right as he finishes his thought the door next to him opens revealing you, in chris' hoodie and leggings. chris smiles before butting in "hey gorgeous" "hey baby" she replies seeing chris' hand snake through the gap of the headrest reaching down for her hand, she notices and grabs his hand softly playing with his fingers.

when they park in the target parking lot matt and nick leave the car and so does y/n.

2:00am

i get out of the car, chris' eyes following me the whole time. i open his door and straddle his lap.

chris receives the message and shuts the door behind me. i wrap my arms loosely loosely around his neck and he wraps his arms tightly around my waist. i look up at chris and he makes eye contact with me.

my eyes dart all over his face from his lips, to his backwards hat, to the hair sticking out of it, to his eyebrows, to his nose, landing on his ocean blue eyes. "you're so gorgeous chris."

i watch as a blush covers from his cheeks all the way down to his neck. one of his hands sneaks up to my cheek before pulling me into a kiss. i kiss him back moving my hands to the curls at the nape of his neck softly pulling at the curls, until i realize- i pull back quickly

"chris! im sick you dumb fuck!" i whisper yell slightly pushing him. "i dont care, i would rather kiss you" he states looking into your eyes.

"go to sleep baby" he suggests. i stuff my head into his chest, he softly plays with my hair placing kisses on my temple down to my collar bone. "goodnight y/n i love you so much." chris whispers "goodnight. i love you baby" i reply on the verge of sleep.

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dee-the-red-witch · 2 months

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One more time, with FEELING? (April Pinned)

Now that we're past the first, let's do this. One. More. Time.

I'm Dee. Queer lesbian trans woman. Just she/her for the pronouns. Not your Responsible Adult, and while I'm safe for MY work, I'm self employed, my bitch of a boss gives zero fucks about adult content, and I believe in a healthy education. Kinky. Poly. Separated. Witch-adjacent. Occultist. Possibly cute/hot according to others. Sex and body positive. What do I do? Art- leatherwork, digital art, and these days, tattooing and tattoo flash. (Click that link for the goods. Tattoos, for locals only, by appointment, etc.)

Writing- One book (with accompanying tarot deck), two more in edits, several more in progress. Completely unscheduled film/tv reviews and weekly tarot spreads.

I'm also in the process of dealing with a massive work backlog, a life starting to fall apart in a few ways, a transition surgery I'm desperately trying to fund the expenses for, and, y'know, all the wonders of being transfem in late-stage capitalism in a christofascist country.

Yes, that's a lot. Welcome to my life.

Let's get the usuals out of the way. Tipping should be mandatory. Terfs, fash, bigots, can and should fuck off out of here. No, I will not tag NSFW or mature, because it ends up getting creators targeted half the time. And because if you're on here you can learn to consume media critically and censor your own damn experience without me doing it for you. Plastics suck, including your precious vegan leather. Land back. Do it alone. Do it weird. Do it scared. No I don't know what a jerma is, and do not tell me. Yes I do swear. A lot.

I love fantasy, horror, cassette futurism, cyberpunk, brutalism, and all sorts of stuff with it. You want my discord or server? Ask me for either. Yes, I still take voice recording requests, and yes, it's the only form of 'content' I do, though I absolutely support creators of other types like mad. You want to help out? Scroll back up and hit any of those links, or just throw money at me screen here.

Otherwise, that's it. Yes, my inbox and messages are still open for now.

#monthly pinned #selfie #she/her #selfpromo #trans #transgender #signal boost

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99k4manii · 5 months

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N.A.I.L.S

Doing this to gojo

MINORS DNI

warning: edging(kinda) nsfw, nicknames like pa,daddy,ma/mami (NOT PROOF READ ND REALLY SHORT)

Gojo satoru x black! Reader

“who came ta make sweet love~? Not me~” you had sung quietly laying on gojo’s lap while he played COD, you continued humming the rest of the song but then you scrolled on you’re instagram (on that iPad you begged gojo for) to see sum nails, they weren’t specifically cute but it made you want to get your nails done. “Pa!” You had said excitedly, but he had ignored you. But you was ganna get what you wanted whether he liked it or not. “Toruuuu” you dragged the last letter of his name, “what ma.” He said eyes glued to the screen smashing buttons on his ps5 controller, “can I get my nails doneee~?” “Y’Ya asking me?” Like he didn’t know you wanted him to pay obviously! “becauseee I need you t’pay for ittt!” He ain’t respond “pleaseeee daddy~? Pretty pretty pretty pleaseee??” You kept going till you heard an annoyed sigh which meant yes. “Go get my wallet off the counter over there” he said eyes still glued to the screen. After you gave him the wallet you basically sprinted though the apartment to the bedroom.

You went to your walk in closet and started to get dressed, you wore this when you came back to the leaving room he had his card out on the coffee table signaling to grab it. “I had already got you a Uber it’s finna be outside.” “Thank you baby!” You said almost sprinting out the house till he stopped you, “ain’t you forgetting sum?” you walked back and gave him a kiss “that’s what I thought. bye I love you” “love you too!”

You came home with these nails with gojo’s initials on them, “baby I’m home!” You shouted because he wasn’t in the living room anymore, you took off your shoes and walked towards the bedroom seeing him on his phone while the tv plays “Madea's Family Reunion” as he smirked at the little jokes n stuff made on the show you hoped on the bed “wanna see my nails??” “Mhm” he said putting his phone down for a little to take a quick look at your nails barely taking in the details. “Cute” he looked back at his phone, you smacked your lips, “you ain’t even look at ‘em!” You sat against the back board, then you remembered a TikTok trend you had seen! So you decided to try it. You pulled your phone out your purse then dropped the purse on the ground, you unlocked your phone going to TikTok and found to sound. “Baby I need you to stay very still f’me okay?” “Why?” “Just do it!”

You placed your hand on his crotch and started recording while grinding your hand on his shaft, he shifted his head toward putting his phone down trying his best not to move or show any typa weakness, “fuck you doing?” He said with his teeth together, “shhh! I’m recording!” This continued for a good 15 seconds this 15 seconds he noticed how cute your nails really were he also noticed the boner on his pants. You stopped recording and drafted the video. Then you put your phone on charge about to get up then he gripped your Arm and stopped you. “Y’think you can pull shit like that and get away with it?”

“Nghh~! Ohhhh~! F-fuckkkk toruuu!” “Yeaaaa just like that mama~” he had your legs over his shoulders your anklet with his name on it jangling in his ear, “fuckkkk mama give it t’me~” “torruuuu~~!” He pulled out and flipped you over arching your back, bullying his cock in your fat cunt smacking your ass making your brown skin turn a little pink “Yeahhh~ fuck me back ma- shittt!” He yelled feeling his orgasm come close “daddyyyy I’m finna cummm~!” You said with a shaky tone eyes slowly closing and opening “cum f’me baby” your eyes rolled back after y’all both hit that orgasm at the same time.

After fucking for another 1 and a half you were snuggled up to his tated chest drifting to sleep, while he was scrolling through instagram and Pinterest for you some new nail ideas.

Should I do a pt.2?

anywayssss ik its short as I said I really can’t type for dat long cuz my computer broke f’now but I’m telling uu once it fixed ima be boomin!

Bye lovelysss!!

#gojo x black reader #gojo x black y/n #satoru gojo x black!reader #jjk smut #gojo satoru smut

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jimmyhoffathecat · 4 months

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Looking at how that TV is sitting on that windowsill and I don't think u can blame Jimmy for that one, there's literally an identical picture next to the word precarious in the dictionary

Ok let me tell the full story - I don’t blame Jimmy at all for the record. We were working on buying a new TV stand so I was like “this 32 inch tv fits perfectly in our 32 inch windowsill” and thought it would be OK for just the one night despite how precarious it was. It was only like two feet off the ground, which was carpeted after all. We started watching SpongeBob with it there which is when we got the idea to hold him up to the Pickles title card.

One thing about Mr. Hoffa is that we wake up when he wants us to. This is going to sound like bad cat training but I have never known a cat to be as motivated as him. He uses his paws to pull my hair if I don’t wake up, and if we try to ignore him he moves to pushing over the heaviest object he can manage or, and I am not kidding, pawing us in the face or pulling our nostrils with his little fingers. Kicking him out of the room is barely an option because if you have ever heard him you know he has a set of lungs on him. I’m not actually sure how to make him stop doing this.

Cue the day of the Pickles disaster. It’s early and I overslept so I’m rushing to get to work, and I forget my metal water bottle on the ground next to the bed. Below the TV. Pickles is hungry and my partner isn’t waking up as quickly as Pickles would like, so he pushes the TV over, landing on the metal water bottle and destroying the corner of the screen.

Yes it is my fault. However Jimmy DID do this on purpose.

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ghcstao3 · 7 months

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based on the addition of this because i think it’s silly

It didn’t look my different from the other tapes, and that’s about as far as Ghost’s defence goes.

Dated and labelled accordingly as is every other tape in the box Ghost had unearthed while digging through his old things, he hardly thinks to be deterred by something titled Tommy’s wedding—it sounds perfectly normal, a happy glimpse into a life Ghost misses dearly from time to time, and he doesn’t see why he shouldn’t show Soap what had been recorded of a great memory.

The tapes were the only way Soap would ever get to know the Riley family, and Ghost supposes the wedding would be the perfect captured moment.

Except, whoever penned the label on the VHS thought it’d be real funny to betray the organization system just to play some practical joke on whoever decided to put the tape into the player more than a decade down the line.

Normally, Ghost might blame Tommy—but once the incriminating footage begins to play, the fault is obviously on Beth, because no one else would have ever had the need to see this tape in particular.

Soap immediately curls back into Ghost’s side as he returns to the couch, content to watch as he had all the other tapes Ghost had decided to show—a gentle fondness is inscribed into his expression as grainy chatter fills the space, a soft smile on his lips as a camera is shakily—and stealthily—set up in one of Tommy’s old mate’s living rooms.

Ghost frowns. Because distantly he recognizes the scene as Tommy’s stag, and not at all the wedding.

Though, he supposes, to lend credit—the precursor, ceremony, and reception could very well all just be mashed onto one tape. It’s what Ghost presumes, anyway, until he hears playful jeering and the clunky click of someone pressing play on a CD player.

It happens too fast, and realization comes much too slow as Tommy and a younger Simon appear just off-centre of the screen, entirely unaware of the camera pointed at them. Simon hears the first notes of the song and scrambles for the remote—only to find that Soap is holding it out of his reach, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he seems to come to some sort of revelation, too.

Ghost narrows his eyes. Commands, voice low, “Pause it, Johnny.”

Soap grins. “Don’t think so.”

It’s too late, anyhow.

Ghost is well and truly fucked as the Spice Girls’ Wannabe filters through his TV’s speakers. He’s never been so mortified.

He wishes he could melt into the couch along with his shame, watching his brother and younger self dance to the song in the same way they’d choreographed when the thing first came out. As stupidly drunk as they were at the time of the video playing on screen, Ghost is surprised they remembered any of it at all.

Any being too much, of course.

Soap only pauses when the song comes to an end, looking to Ghost expectantly, biting his cheek to surely keep from bursting into laughter then and there.

Ghost refuses to look him in the eye.

“We were pissed,” Ghost grumbles. “Bachelor party.”

“You still remember the dance?” Soap goads.

Ghost turns to glare at him. “Johnny.”

“What?” Soap’s face twitches. “Just a question. Of which you didn’t answer.”

Ghost folds his arms petulantly across his chest. How he wishes Beth were still around so he could get revenge for this embarrassing incident. Beyond embarrassing, really.

“No, I don’t.” Yes, he does. “A word of this to anyone and you’re dead, Tav.”

“Aw.” Soap folds back into Ghost’s side, and Ghost could never deny the way he softens, even if just a bit. Soap trails a palm from Ghost’s bicep to his forearm, almost soothing if his only intention wasn’t to tease. “You don’t mean tha’.”

“I do,” Ghost insists, but really, he’s always been a bad liar.

Soap shakes his head. “Nah,” he sighs. “But… I won’t tell anyone, swear. So long as I get to see you do that dance—otherwise this tape is getting rewound and shipped to Gaz with the VCR.”

“Are you blackmailing me?”

“Mhm,” Soap hums. “But only out of love, see.”

Ghost rolls his eyes. He plucks the remote from Soap’s hand and presses stop, not wanting to risk any more condemning footage appear. Perhaps he’ll have to start going through these tapes by himself first, from now on.

“Well, out of love I’ll let you live. How’s that?”

Soap smiles up at him, reaching up an arm to pat Ghost’s cheek twice. “Might be able to convince me.”

Ghost huffs. Convince he must, then.

He knows Beth and Tommy would’ve found this hilarious, the pricks.

In another life, he supposes.

#scheduled #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #ghoap #writing

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matchaskiiess · 1 year

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WIPING AWAY MY LOVE, DR3

in which you decide to prank daniel.

warnings: fluff, pranks, kissing, laughing??

AN - i keep seeing videos like this and I find them extremely amusing, so I wanted to do this :)

WHITE FERRARI (f1) NAVIGATION (main info centre)

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you had been seeing multiple girls pranking their boyfriends in small different ways. your favourite one right now was when you would kiss your boyfriend and proceed to wipe it away in front of them to see their reaction.

of course, you decided to do this on daniel now that he was back home for the summer holidays.

you hid the camera behind a plant and waited to hear him come in the front the door so that your prank could begin. after fifteen minutes, you heard the keys in the door and waited until you heard the door open and close before recording.

when hearing those two things, you quickly pressed record and jumped on to the sofa and acted as you were doing work on your computer.

“hey baby!” you heard from the kitchen, immediately recognising the aussie accent.

“hello!” you responded simply, typing a random email on your computer as you waited for your boyfriend to come into the living room.

“you alright?” he asked, setting his keys down on the counter and walking into the living room towards you.

“yeah, you?” you spoke once again, not removing your eyes off the screen in an attempt to stop yourself from laughing.

“yeah I am good.” he answered, going to sit down, but not before lifting your chin and giving you a quick peck on the lips.

before he could look away, you wiped the kiss and went back to what you were doing, knowing daniel was giving a strange look at your actions.

again he kissed you. and again you wiped it away.

that happened three more times, the last kiss lasting a little longer then the others, and still your wiped it away, leaving your boyfriend completely confused at your behaviour.

“why you wiping my kisses away?” he asked, his voice sounding a little hurt.

“what are you talking about?” you asked, looking up at him with a fake confused expression.

“I’ve kissed you five times and each time you wiped your mouth, why?” he asked, furthering his explanation.

“I am not.” you told him, your obvious attempt at gaslighting him which he immediately caught onto and he simply rolled his eyes.

he kissed you again, but this time you didn’t wipe it immediately, but waited a few seconds to do so.

“there, you just did it again!” he exclaimed. “why are you wiping my love away?” his voice turning to one of disappointment.

“wait I am sorry, I am sorry it was a prank.” you responded quickly, and holding his hand when seeing how hurt his face looked.

“a prank?” he asked, both confused and a little annoyed.

“yes, I am sorry my love I am so sorry.” you told him, slightly laughing as you held his face and kissed him.

and to your kiss, he wiped it off, making you burst out laughing. he then kissed you five more times to which he wiped each kiss off in front of you which only made you laugh harder.

“now we’re even.” he said firmly, giving you one final kiss but not wiping it off, and instead sat down on the sofa next to you and turned on the tv whilst you, who was still laughing, went to get your phone to look at the video to show to daniel.

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 5 months

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For Jack Harlow “I’m so lucky to love you.”

After Brooklyn let it slip that she had a crush on a boy in her class, Jack was handling it about how you expected he would. While you knew it was nothing more than a surface level infatuation, so common for girls her age, Jack's head was spinning at the thought of his baby girl liking someone.

"Who is this boy? Do we even know anything about him?" Jack was rattling off questions as he helped you with the dishes after dinner. The girls were in their rooms and you were glad they couldn't hear their father freak out.

"Jack-", you let out a sigh as you dried off the final plate.

"Is he a good student? What does he even look like?" Jack didn't even notice you finished, he was so preoccupied on his phone, trying to find the kid on social media. "Have you ever met him?" His eyes were focused on the screen.

"No, I haven't", you admitted, grabbing a wine glass and giving yourself a heavy pour. "How do we know he's not a delinquent?"

"Jackman." His head shot up when you used his full name. "What?"

"Put the phone down baby. I promise you're not gonna find a mugshot on there or a criminal record. He's a third grader." Jack let out a deep breath, his shoulders slumping over. "Do you at least know his name?", he sounded pitiful, and you couldn't help feel bad for him.

"Yes, his name is Patrick, he's a good student, and on the youth basketball team. He's a pretty good player."

"What kind of name is Patrick?" Jack scrunched his nose at the name.

"Babe, don't start, please. Just be happy for her. This is the most excited I've ever seen her in a very long time." You draped your arm over Jack's shoulders, his hand finding your waist. He tipped his head over as you pressed a kiss on his jawline, your lips lingering against his beard.

"You know this is your fault right?" Jack looked at you, chuckling at your confused face. "I wanted to homeschool them, but you thought it would make them weird. Look at what happened." You pushed away from him at the chest. "Go put your children to bed, Jack", you threw over your shoulder as you grabbed your glass of wine and headed to the living room to catch up on some Real Housewives.

Jack put Aaliyah to bed and headed to Brooklyn's room. She was hovered over her desk, her back to the door.

"Brookie, its time for bed. Put your homework up." Jack cleaned up a few things in the room. "Its not homework. I'm writing a letter."

"Ok, well the letter can wait till tomorrow. Bed, please." She turned off the desk lamp and placed her letter in the top drawer. Jack helped her climb into bed, tucking her underneath the covers.

"Daddy, how did you know that you loved Mama?" The question caught Jack off guard. He settled down at the foot of her bed, one of her stuffed animals occupying his hands. "Well, I just knew from the moment I laid eyes on her that I was going to love her for the rest of my life. Why do you ask?" He brushed a stray curl out of her face.

"I don't know if I love Patrick or not." Jack gulped. He was having enough trouble with the thought of her liking a boy, and now throwing the "love" word around had him sick to his stomach. "I don't think I do, not how you and Mama love each other."

Jack couldn't help but laugh to himself. The only display of love that Brooklyn knew was from the two of you, so it was easy for her to jump and think her crush would make her feel the same way. "Trust me, baby, when you love someone you'll know, okay?" She nodded, but Jack wasn't sure she completely understood and honestly he was okay with that.

"I'm writing him a letter to ask him to be my friend first. I don't even know what kind of tv shows he likes to watch yet." Brooklyn giggled, covering her mouth.

Jack couldn't help the breath he let out at hearing that. "I think that's a great idea, Brookie. You can love friends and family too. Those loves are important too."

"Like you and Uncle Urby!", she exclaimed, making Jack smile. "Exactly, just like Uncle Urby. I'm so lucky to love you, Aaliyah, and Mama, too. You three are the greatest loves of my life."

"Goodnight, Daddy. I love you", Brooklyn called out as her eyelids began to close. Jack stood, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Goodnight, B."

#jack harlow #jackman thomas harlow #jackharlow #jackman harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fanfic

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starsomens · 9 months

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It happened again……it’s only 10 am

“That’s right Baby Ride my dick, just Like that” Noah groaned as he watched your ass bounce on his cock. You were in reverse watching the tv as you rode him. Aside for your own moaning there was moaning in the background…that was also yours. He was going through some things and found one of your movies you made together. He had put it on for laughs originally but it had escalated to kissing, teasing and now sex.

“Look at the screen baby” He moaned giving your ass a spank “fuck, I remember that night, it was the first time we recorded anything” he informs. He scoots back without pulling out and gets you on your stomach and pumps himself into you as you both watch the screen.

“You like doing this baby?” He asked “watching yourself be my little whore?” He felt you tighten around him at the statement “oh fuck, you do….shit, you like being my little porn star huh”

“Fuck Noah, please harder” you beg him. His hand taking a hold of your hair at the base and pulling your head back

“Yeah…you like getting fucked with your own sex tape on, dirty slut” he growls as he begins to plow into you, hitting your Gspot violently, rolling eyes back into your head “I love when you’re a slut for me…just for fucking me!” He said between thrusts

“Yes Noah..fuck! I do I love it” you feed wood to the fire

Moaning from the tv had gotten louder as you watch Noah pound into you with your legs over his shoulders “you sound so fucking good baby, my personal little pornstar” he chuckled matching the rhythm from the tv.

“Noah please I need to cum!” You meek feeling an orgasm coming

“Cum with yourself baby,” he said implying to match your orgasm to the past “take it and cum on this dick baby. Who does this pussy belong to?” He spanks you, punctuating the question

“You!” You answer as your walls squeeze him from the impact

“Where you want my cum baby?” He asks you focusing on your more than the screen

“Inside please!” You were so so close! “Oh god…” you moan

“Oh you like that baby huh? You like hearing what you do to me?” He asked looking at the screen, watching as your finished him off with your mouth. You were bobbing your head on his dick and he had his head throw back, groaning and moaning from your mouth

“You like watching me mouth fuck you?cumming down your throat?” He asked taking shorter harder thrusts in your pussy

“Answer me, princess!” He said speaking you again

“Yes daddy! Yes I love it!” You cry out

“Good, now cum.” He demanded “cum on this dick baby” exactly as he asked you cum around him with a strained moan. Him following soon after

“Fucking shit” he cursed as the erotic sounds of your pussy filling with his cum, but he stilled fucked into you “take my cum…fuck…deep inside” he pumped every drop he could get inside of you. You laid on the bed spent and trying to catch your breath.

His lips come up your back and stop at your ear and whispers

“We’re changing positions now baby..” meaning on the video “…now get on your knees for me”

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian smut #bad omens #bad omens cult #noahsebastian #badomens #bad omens band #bad omens fanfiction

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stuniolvs · 3 months

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⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ 𝐒𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒 ~ christopher sturniolo

summary.) chris picks you up after recording

warnings.) use of y/n, from my old wattpad so its lwk bad!!

chris and his brothers are currently recording, i just wanted to stay at home because i'm not feeling very well, i have a pounding headache and stuffy nose. its 1:42 am and they're still recording.

chris hey baby how are you doing? 1:44am

y/n im okay i just wanna see you. 1:44am

chris do you want us to pick you up? we're almost done recording and were gonna go to target, i can stay in the car with you, i miss you. 1:45am

"chris!" chris' head shoots up hearing a yell from his brother, nick.

"sure" he earned a-what seemed to be-happy mumble from his brother.

when they park in the target parking lot matt and nick leave the car and so does y/n.

2:00am

i get out of the car, chris' eyes following me the whole time. i open his door and straddle his lap.

my eyes dart all over his face from his lips, to his backwards hat, to the hair sticking out of it, to his eyebrows, to his nose, landing on his ocean blue eyes. "you're so gorgeous chris."

"chris! im sick you dumb fuck!" i whisper yell slightly pushing him. "i dont care, i would rather kiss you" he states looking into your eyes.

#sturniolo triplets x reader #sturniolo triplets imagines #sturniolo triplets imagine #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo imagines #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo imagines #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 5 months

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Love me or hate me, both are in my favor (Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader [HS Academic rivals AU])

Hiii! Hope you enjoy! Not proofread

(L/N)-Last name, (Y/N)- Your name.

Cursing, fluff, villains villaining, reader not being able to catch a break, um…. Tentacles????

Word count: 3.1k

Series Masterlist Series playlist

Chapter 6: No, I don't wanna fall in love

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“And yours of glass, (L/N).”

A silent slowly enveloped the air, the quiet shifting of the needle letting off the black vinyl disk as the record comes to an end was the only sound for a few seconds. It was painfully obvious that this project is gonna be a lot tougher of a task than you were hoping for, if Miguel couldn’t even handle reading through the script fully without complaining. You leaned forward to rest your elbows on your knees, chewing on your bottom lip as you brainstorm ways to be productive, not wanting to call it quits so early into the session. Finally after a moment, you sit up properly, and grab the tv remote that was sitting on the edge of the bed. Miguel’s eyebrow arches up in silent curiosity as he watches you turn on the small flat screen and open up the Netflix app.

“What are you doing?” Miguel’s question was only met with the smile etched on your face to widen. Miguel couldn’t help but let a small one crack on his face as well. Eventually you found what you were looking for, the images of a young Leo and Claire popped up on the screen, along with the text “Romeo + Juliet”. Miguel raised the unimpressed brow a bit more. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” You smiled at him as you pressed play, before moving to make your way to the small kitchenette in the room, rummaging through some drawers, before eventually making your way back, two cokes in one hand, some m&ms in the other. Your microwave hums in the background, before the quiet pop of the popcorn seeds expandings overcome the hum. “This is a great way to be productive with our assignment, without having to read the script.” You tell him as you set the snacks down on the small table next to your bed. If you were being honest though, you just wanted a reason to gush over the movie.

“If you wanted a movie date muñeca, you could have just said so.” He teased with a smirk, prompting you to stick your tongue out at him as you prepped a big bowl for the popcorn. (Doll)

“In your dreams, O’Hara.”

“More like a nightmare.”

“Just shut up and watch the movie please.” The order came out a bit rushed, trying not to burn the pads of your fingertips as you attempted to quickly open the bag of popcorn. Moving your face back a bit so the steam doesn’t hit it once you finally pry the bag open, before dumping it into the bowl. For once, he listens to you and pipes down.

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“So good…” You sniffed, wiping a tear out of the corner of your eye that was threatening to fall down. A light shade of red covers your cheeks and nose as you attempt to not get too emotional about the end of the movie, refusing to be seen as vulnerable in front of the 6’9 male that was sitting to the right of you. In the process of watching the movie, you found yourself cuddling with the stuff fox plushie Mj had gifted you for your birthday, and a fluffy throw blanket covering yours and Miguel’s legs.

“Are you crying?” He asked in slight amusement, his lips twitching upwards into a light smirk as he turned to face you.

“No.” You answered back a bit too quickly.

“Yes, you are.” His smirk grew a bit as he caught the stuff fox as you go to hit him with it, a small chuckle leaving his lips as he takes the plushie, and places it on his lap.

“Oh shut up. I cried harder when I watched 500 days of summer.” You go to snatch the fox back from his lap, but you quickly notice his face light twist in confusion at your second.

“I don’t think I’ve watched that before.” He confessed, why would he? romantic comedies were not his thing, you honestly shouldn’t be surprised at the obvious fact, but that didn’t stop the gasp that left your lips as you quickly went to pick up the remote.

“We’re watching it.”

“It’s 10pm on a school night-“

“The movie isn't even that long! Plus you owe me one! You’ll be back at your dorm before midnight. Promise.”

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“You slept in her room!?” Miguel’s hand came up to rub his temples, squeezing his eyes shut tight to soothe the oncoming headache from Gabriel and Peter shouting the question in unison.

“No wonder I didn’t see you at all last night or this morning…” Gabriel spoke under his breath as he turned back to his game, “about time you two stop bickering and got together…” Peter nodded his head in agreement as he sat down next to Miguel at their mini dining table that the brothers had put in their dorm room.

“It’s not what you guys think, we were just working on our assignment together and we lost track of time.” That was only a half-truth. In reality, you ended up marathoning a bunch of old rom-coms that Miguel has never seen before, ranging from the 1960’s all the way to the late 2010s, you were a sucker for vintage films.

To all the boys I’ve loved before,West side story, 27 dresses, 10 things I hate about you, the notebook. The whole thing ended in you passing out during the middle of sixteen candles, but Miguel didn’t notice until near the ending, when you shifted slightly and rested your head against his arm. Miguel, already tired and out of it to notice the oddly intimate moment, didn’t make any attempt to move you off right away. Telling himself he would wait a second before waking you up, but as the calming tone of If you were here from the Thompson twins hummed softly from the TV, and the faint deep breaths coming from through your nose next to him only worsened sleep's tempting call. Eventually falling victim to it, falling asleep next to you, not even bothering to pick up his head from where it fell on top of yours. He was just glad he woke up before you so he could sneak his way back into his dorm before class started.

“Maybe you just like her more than you’d like to admit, Miguel.” Peter deadpan as he pulls out his food from his take out bag and begins to dig into his burger.

“You are both reading into it too much.” He told the two as he shook his head, and if he wasn’t so stubborn, then he might see the point they were making. Though he still couldn’t stand you, over the years he had learned to… tolerate you, would be the best way to describe it. Going from not even acknowledging each other to making snarky remarks and purposely going out of each other’s way to piss the other off was enough of a telltale sign that you both didn’t despise each other in the way you both make it seem like you did. “She’s still the same annoying pest she was when I met her in the 6th grade, except now I have to make sure she doesn’t get valedictorian over me. Once we graduate at the end of the year, I’ll never have to deal with her again.” He says as he turns to Peter.

“Unless you both go to the same college.” Gabe quipped, causing his older brother to groan at the hypothetical.He dreaded the idea, the possibility although slim wasn’t entirely impossible, there were 8 ivy leagues and another hundreds of high-end colleges you both could attend, what were the chances you’d attend the same one?

“I doubt it. I’m not worried about acceptance letters, I’ll have plenty of options on schools. If she picks one I’m interested in, I’ll be sure to reject that school before she could even get the university’s sweatshirt on.”

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“Alright everyone! You’re all adults, I expect you to behave like them. Especially since we are allowing you to roam around without chaperones this year. You’re seniors so act like it.” The biography teacher’s mini reprimanment was largely ignored as student after student began to file off the bus one by one, the sound of the ocean’s waves crashing onto Brooklyn's shoreline as the chatter and laughter quickly filled the air. The skin numbing breeze helps wake you a bit more. Having been awake since 7am to make sure you weren’t late for the bus, deciding it would be best for you and Mj to take a nap during the hour and a half long bus ride.

The annual beginning of the year senior aquarium trip, a tradition that the school has been holding for a few years now. You were pretty excited about it, but what you were more excited about is the other tradition of trying to sneak out of the aquarium and into Coney Island without the teachers catching you. It’s a lot easier when the aquarium is busier, you were hoping to go and try this bubble tea place that Mj has been raving about, thanking the lord your leg had fully healed up from your accident 3 weeks ago, so it makes the whole sneaking out thing easier.

After about half an hour of the usual lecture about being “responsible” and “behaving” from the two teachers who came along and another 20 minutes of scanning everyone’s students badges for entrance, you were finally free to roam around the aquarium. Deciding it would be best to wait a bit before attempting to sneak away, you and Mj began to wonder from exhibit to exhibit. You held onto her hand as you both weaved through the crowded plaza, eventually finding yourselves within the shark tunnel in the ocean wonders exhibit. Blues and greens illuminating the walkway as the small fish swim in between the corals that surround the tank, sharks swimming overhead of the crowd in the tunnel.

“Wouldn’t it be scary if this thing broke…” Mj whispered quietly to you, her tone teasing as she brought up the hypothetical, causing your eyes to shoot over to her with a pointed look.

“Don’t even joke like that Mj.” You whispered back harshly, causing her to let out a small giggle, her hand coming up to cover her smile, hiding her freckles in the progress.

“Just saying…” You just rolled your eyes and resisted the urge to giggle along, going to turn around and finish walking through the underwater corridor when you heard a familiar voice call out, causing you both to stop in your tracks.

“Mj! Hey wait up!” Peter’s hand goes up in the air in an attempt to stop you both before making his way through the crowd, rather smoothly too for the usually clumsy Peter, with Miguel following closing behind, his arms crossed over his chest and his usual scowl painted on his face. You couldn’t help the smirk that started creeping onto your face when you noticed Mj’s cheeks start to flush, despite knowing you’ll be force to take one for the team and converse with your least favorite O’Hara brother.

“O’Hara.”

“(L/N).”

That was the usual greeting between you both. Short and curt, although his tone was a bit more deadpan then yours. You glanced at Mj and Peter once more, watching the way he ducked his head slightly in an attempt to get closer to her as he spoke, his hands in his jean pockets The small smirk that spreads over his lips as he whispers something into her ear, probably some dumb joke that you would laugh at if you were crushing hard. The way Mj tilts her head downwards as she giggles in response, the way she tucks her hair behind her ear as her blush deeps into a light red rather than a dusty pink . The definition of teenage love was right before your very eyes. You turn back to Miguel.

“It’s a matter of time before they finally get together.” You tell him in a low tone so they don’t hear it, he nodded and let out a small hum of agreement. An oh so familiar silence fell over you both as you two waited for either one of your friends to finally let the other go so you and him could go your separate ways, but after about 5 minutes or so it became painfully clear that wasn’t going to happen. “Anyways…” You finally spoke after clearing your throat, your gaze meeting Miguel’s once more. “We should head out, right Mj?” But when you turn around you notice the two lovebirds gone, causing you to furrow your brows and Miguel to release a tsk of annoyment.

“Great…” He muttered as he raked his hand through his slicked back hair. “Guess I’m stuck with you know muñeca.” That wasn’t entirely true, you weren’t assigned a buddy system for the trip, and there wasn’t a rule saying you had to stay with another student or in a group, he could have turned around and left you to your own devices. But he wouldn’t, he knew that, but you didn’t. “What did you want to do?”

“…I have an idea…”

—

“I can’t believe you’ve never had bubble tea before.” You giggled as you watched Miguel almost choke on the boba in his drink, bringing your hand up to tap on his back in an attempt to help clear his windpipe. Once his coughing fit came to a stop he swatted your hand away.

“It's not my thing, okay?” Your brows raised playfully at the sassy response, sipping on your brown sugar drink, Miguel got one that was flavored horchata. Both of you walk side by side as you make your back towards the aquarium, from where you both left the little bubble tea shop.

“Geez sorry…” You rolled your eyes to accompany your sarcasm.

“I’m gonna make sure not to order the little squishy things next time.” He grumbled, your eyes lighting up in amusement at the adding of the last two words.

“Next time?”

He shot you a glare, as you successfully slipped back through the entrance without being spotted.

“Cállate.” You couldn’t help the shit-eatting grin that formed on your face at his annoyed remake. (Shut up.)

“Where do you think Mj and Peter are?” You asked as you both turned to enter the “spineless” exhibit, that holds the jellyfish, octopus and stuff within that nature, throwing your now empty cups in a nearby trashcan.

“Probably in a dark corner making out.” He shrugged, causing you to stifle a laugh, you hate to admit it, but you were actually having a fun time with him. The lights become dimmer as you walk further into the exhibit, Miguel following behind in tow. You both fell into a peaceful silence, the only time it was broken when either of you would point something out to one another. The only main source of light coming from the tanks of water, illuminating dark silhouettes around you both.

To bystanders, you probably looked like you were in love with one another, neither of you noticing how close had gotten to each other, your jacket sleeves grazing one another when you’d point something to him, or when he’d lower his head to you to enlighten you with a fun marine biology fact. You didn’t notice the elderly woman who turned to her husband and pointed to you both when you two were watching the pacific sea nettle jellyfish in silence. Or a father holding his baby boy who was sleeping gingerly on his chest, whispering “that used to be us at their age” to his wife when Miguel went to take a photo of you in front of the moon jellyfish with your phone. But perspective was everything.

“That’s new…” Miguel mumbled as you both wondered to the very end of the building, a lot quieter and more empty compared to the rest of it. At the very end, was an empty tank, or one that was usually empty. Instead you both saw blue and purple tentacles spread out over the glass of the tank, that tank had been vacant ever since Miguel could remember, they hadn’t even placed a picture of the animal or any information around its exhibit like it was supposed to. Something was…off… he didn’t need a spider sense to know that. The tightness forming in his chest was enough of an indicator to validate his emotions, but he didn’t want to worry you or have you tell him he was being silly so he played it off. “… we should head to a different place…”

You gave him a confused head tilt, but didn’t want to ruin that actually enjoyable day with an argument, just as you were about to agree you say one of the arms started to move, only drawing you closer to the tank out of curiosity.

“Look, it's moving!”

“I can see…” Darn you and your curiosity, Miguel tried his best to hide his grimace as he slowly followed behind you. The sense of unknown dread grew stronger with each step.

“Wait, can you take my picture with it before we head out.” With a begrudging sigh, Miguel took your phone and took a few steps away from you to get a better shot of you and the tank, you settling up against it a bit more towards the right side of the center, as Miguel beginning to count down he noticed the tentacles closest to your waist drawing away from the glass.

“Okay… one…”

It stopped moving, Miguel hesitated.

“Two…”

Crash.

You let out a gasp as you felt the warm water that once filled the tank hit your back, the pressure putting you forward a bit, almost making you drop to all fours. Out of the instant, Miguel took a few steps back, watching the water begin to pool around both of your feet. Then you felt it a wet, cold, slimy tentacle wrap around you, you let out another gasp and it pulled itself around you like a boa constrictor, the suction cups making your skin crawl. Another arm went around your legs as you started to attempt to break yourself free, your eyes glancing in the direction of the octopus, only for you to freeze at the sight of it, before you let out a blood curdling scream.

It wasn’t a regular octopus…

Your feet start to dangle as it begins to lift you up from the damp carpet, taking you to god knows where. A crowd begins to form as the workers start to scatter and call the police. Without a second thought your hand shot out.

“Miguel!”

“(Y/N)!”

He couldn’t grab it in time.

—

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only a fool would let you go

GENRE // dom!park sunghoon x afab!reader

WARNINGS // MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! smut, unprotected sex & breeding, use of cell phone camera

FROM THE AUTHOR // just a short lil thing for ya... i am still a firm believer that sunghoon is a switch... but writing him as a dom is soooo much fun. enjoy :)

You almost forgot that your ex had been sending you harassing text messages all week, even though it had you bawling your eyes out countless times. You broke up with him a month ago, and he took that as an invitation to call and text every hour of every day, calling you names and saying you’d never be happy without him. He was a total piece of shit, and he was proving it further with his recent behavior.

But you almost forgot. Because you were on all fours, and Park Sunghoon was buried deep inside you, clutching a fistful of your hair.

He leaned down to nip at your shoulder, kissing it afterwards. He was good at being gentle, yet controlling. He spaced out each thrust, ensuring that you didn’t get all the pleasure too quickly. He wanted to drag it out as much as possible.

It was hard for him, though. You were just so tight.

You let out a whimper as he thrusted again, holding himself deep inside of you and turning your head to look into your eyes. “How does that feel, love?”

“S-so good, Hoon, fuck.”

He kissed the side of your head, releasing your hair and running his hands across your back. As your best friend, Sunghoon hated to see you upset over a guy who didn’t value you. A guy who tore you down and made you believe you were nothing. He didn’t understand how anyone would be able to look at you and see anything other than a masterpiece, a goddess who deserved to have the world kneeling at her feet. He would be honored to be even the ground you walked upon.

Suddenly, he had an idea. He pulled his cock out of you, earning a whine from your lips.

“Shh, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere.” He walked to his nightstand, took his phone off of the charger, and walked back to the bed.

You watched him as you fell from your knees onto your stomach, lying flat. His sheets were freshly washed and soft against your skin. It might have even made you sleepy, if not for the sudden noticeable absence of his cock inside you.

He opened the camera application on his phone, and propped it up on the tv stand in front of you. The screen showed his bed, decorated with your body lying delicately on top, face aimed directly at the camera.

Your heart quickened when he pressed the record button. The time began counting as he walked back to the bed, positioning himself behind you once more.

You watched your own face in the camera as he fit his cock inside of you again, slowly pushing himself deeper and planting kisses on your shoulders. You closed your eyes, feeling the stretch of his member and gasping.

“Look how beautiful she is.” Sunghoon’s voice echoed in the room. It took you a moment to realize he was speaking to the camera while his fingers became tangled in your hair again. He pulled himself back until he was almost completely removed from your pussy, and thrusted back in with a force that was almost too much for you to handle. You cried out, hands digging into the sheets, and he rubbed your shoulders.

“Does my dick feel good, Y/N? Tell me.”

You let out a few deep breaths, nodding your head at the camera before you.

“Use your words, baby. Does my dick feel good inside you?” He gently tugged your hair up so that your face was visible.

“Yes, your dick feels so good inside me,” You moaned. He smirked, and you could see it on the screen.

Suddenly, he began to fuck you gently, but at a quickened pace. The friction of your clit against the bed was delightful, and you could feel yourself approaching your climax.

“And you dare say she is nothing without you.” Sunghoon’s voice was almost a growl, filled with anger. He quickened his pace again, and your pussy clenched around his dick as your legs began to shake.

“Hoon, I’m gonna-”

He stops thrusting, holding his dick still deep inside you, and cups your chin, turning your head to the side. You look into his dark eyes, and you see nothing but admiration. Adoration.

He looks back at the camera with a smirk. “But you fail to see that without you, she is so much more.” He kisses your lips, gently and passionately, and you feel your heart melt as you realize what he’s doing.

He pulls away only an inch, and whispers against your lips, “Only a fool would let you go, my love.”

And with that, he gives one final thrust, sending you over the edge. You cry out, feeling his warm body against your back, and his lips on your neck, and his fingers in your hair. And a few seconds later, his release warms the inside of you as he moans softly in your ear.

Without removing himself, he looks up at the phone. “Don’t text her anymore. She’s busy.”

thanks for reading! with love, sunghoons-mole

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we have the same name!! 🫶🏻 but like.. imagine 2010 tom as your best friend, and he comes home drunk then starts randomly crying telling you he loves you so much omg ><

we have the same name !!!!!!!!!!! >.<

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 tom x fem! reader fluff

as the moon hung proudly in the pitch black sky, my eyes were fixated on my television screen that was playing the recording of an MTV show where they asked certain bands about things, like recent dramas, rumours, and leaks on their new songs.

the band that was being questioned in this recording was the band my best friend, Tom Kaulitz, was in, named Tokio Hotel. their songs were hella good, and they garnered multiple fans that ranged from pre-teens to young adults.

my eyes landed on Tom, who was playing with his lip ring while responding to the female host's question. my heart wrenched with jealousy, and my brain told me that it was wrong for me to like this man. he saw me as no more than a friend, after all.

I had a crush on Tom since we were kids. I didn't even know how, I just wound up liking him after a few months of being his friend. maybe it was because of his guitar skills, how caring he was under the mask of a womaniser.

I kept this crush a secret for years now, and it's been eating my insides out. I watched as he made girlfriends and dumped them, slept with groupies and shamelessly admitted it. and everytime, I wished that was me instead.

the day he got his cornrows, I remembered he had locked himself in the bathroom and cried until he was shaking. and I remembered him being in my arms, asking me if he truly looked good. and without even hesitating, I said yes.

because he did look good.

he looked great.

maybe I was just biased, but he looked so good with the new do.

I breathed in shakily and exhaled, my irises returning to face the tv screen. Tom was eyeing the show host up and down, checking out her body while still playing with his lip ring.

a pang of jealousy hit me again. god, I hated this, so much.

then, the show host asked, "so, Tom, fans want to know if you're still single after being seen with a mystery girl on the streets."

Tom brought the mic to his lips and laughed a little before saying, "no, I'm not. sorry,"

my heart dropped to my stomach as he said such a thing. he wasn't single anymore? and he didn't tell me? he would've told me almost everything. was he losing trust in me? was it something I did?

I couldn't handle it anymore. I quickly turned the tv on, got off the couch and entered my room. I rushed into the bathroom, turned the tap on and splashed my face with the cold running water.

I tried my best to hold back tears, and it proved to be successful after a couple of breathing exercises. I sighed quietly, thinking I should try and get over him again for the nth time in my entire life.

but then, the door suddenly slammed open and I craned my head to look over at the front door of my apartment. I slowly treaded over, to find a drunken Tom by the doorway, his head hung low.

he then tilted his head up at me and all of a sudden, he exclaimed happily, "y/n!!"

he threw his arms around my neck and held my tight, placing his weight on me. I put a foot back to stabilise myself, while holding him in my arms as well. he reeked of whiskey and cigarette smoke.

"Tom!? what---are you drunk!?" I asked, confused.

"listen, n/n..." he suddenly got on his knees, tugging on my (band) shirt and weeping into it, "I said something so, so stupid..."

"what?" I asked, sighing quietly as I patted his cornrows.

"I told the damn tv show, 'I'm not single'! how will my crush react to this?!" he bawled.

"you can clear it up, Tom, I know you can." I comforted.

"no! I can't! because she's right in front of me and she looks pissed!" he sobbed.

"...er..." I turned around to look behind me but there was no-one. I looked down at him, "okay, I think you're too drunk--"

"I love you, n/n!" he wept, "I always have! I'm just too much of a pussy to say it!"

that shut me up pretty quickly.

"and--and, you gotta believe me, I'm single! I'm hella single!" he said amidst drunk tears, "I love you, n/n!"

"y-yeah, alright, let's get you in bed. you can continue this in the morning," I murmured, dragging him over to my bedroom.

part of me wanting to actually believe this, but he was drunk, and I couldn't trust anyone who was drunk. he flopped into my bed and as I was about to leave, he pulled on my shirt and said softly, "I'm hella single, n/n..."

"I know, you're hella single." I repeated with a soft laughter, "go to sleep."

"g'night, cutie..." he mumbled, before dozing off almost immediately. god, this man...

𓆩♱𓆪

the next morning, I got up and off my couch, stretching my back. I didn't get much sleep because the couch wasn't as comfortable as it seemed. the cushions were too soft and didn't provide suffecient support for my back.

but then I smelled something good coming from my kitchen. I turned around to see Tom, dressed in a fresh pair of (MY) clothes, and an apron tied at his back. he was making pancakes.

"...morning," I murmured sleepily.

"morning!" he responded happily, "want pancakes?"

"yeah." I nodded, sitting at the dining table.

it felt awkward between us now. his drunken confession, and the sudden declaration of him being 'hella single'.

when he put my plate of pancakes in front of me, he sat right next to me and began eating his. the food tasted real good.

"you know, n/n." he suddenly said.

"yeah?" I looked over at him.

"I meant it," he turned to look at me, his brown eyes gazing intensely into mine, "every word from last night. I'm in love with you."

I stopped chewing my pancakes, staring at him, trying to decipher the prank this time. but he simply said, "I'm not joking, I'm not pranking. I love you."

"since when?" I asked him softly.

"since forever." he smiled, reaching in to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear, "I was just a stupid kid who didn't wanna realise it."

"...so you..." I trailed off.

"and I'm not so much of a kid anymore, and I just realised it." he said, leaning over to kiss my cheek, "will you do the honours and be my girlfriend?"

the silverware clattered on the porcelain plate as I rushed forward and held him tight, "yes!"

𓆩♱𓆪

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