#you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid
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Okay so what if like the reader is a big prankster(preferably in Gryffindor) and she like plays a prank on the Slytherins but Blaise catches her and eventually it leads to spicy stuff 🥵🥵
I love this idea. Thank you! <3
Caught
Blaise Zabini x Gryffindor!F!Reader
Warnings: a teeny tiny bit of blackmail, unprotected sex, oral(male receiving), cussing
18+ Minors DNI!
You and your friends had a little rivalry with the Slytherin boys. It was all just pranks, nothing harmful. You guys didn’t hate each other, but you played into the house rivalry of Gryffindor vs Slytherin. You guys actually found it fun. No hard feelings between each other.
This time, you had the brilliant idea of rigging it so when they got their clothes out of their lockers next for quidditch, they would get covered in a red powder that stained the skin pretty well. So you snuck down to the locker rooms after you thought everyone had left. The locker rooms were empty so you started working on rigging all the lockers, which was definitely going to take a while considering how many you had to do.
You were about halfway done, trying to hurry up and finish just on the off chance that someone-
“What are you doing?” A voice said behind you and you jumped, turning around to see Blaise leaning against the lockers behind you. Shit.
“Nothing.” You lied, shutting the locker you were working on.
“Doesn’t look like nothing.” Blaise smiled. “You can tell me, I won’t be mad.”
You hesitated. If you told him, he would tell his friends and the prank wouldn’t work. But he might let you go. “A prank.”
“I can tell that much. What’s the prank?” He asked.
“The prank won’t work if I tell you.” You said, smiling sweetly.
He pushed off the lockers and took the few steps to step in front of you, leaning closer to your face. “I won’t tell.” He said, still smiling.
“I’m not saying anymore.” You said, backing up into the locker behind. Bad move.
He followed you, trapping you against the locker. “Come on. I won’t say anything. I just don’t wanna be on the receiving end of that prank.”
“No.” You shook your head.
“I could always go get Snape…” You knew he wouldn’t, but that threat hung in the air for a moment before you decided to do something stupid to save yourself.
You kissed him. You had wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and kissed him. His hands moved to your waist as he kissed you back, leaning you against the lockers. You were hoping to catch him off guard and then slip away, but he seemed ready and made it so you couldn’t just leave.
“Thought you would surprise me and then just get away, huh?” He said as he moved his lips to trail kisses along your neck.
“I was hoping so, yes. Seems you caught on.” You said, sighing softly at his kisses.
“I’m not as dumb as I look, love.” He said before biting softly at the skin on your neck.
“Clearly.” You moved a hand to tangle in his hair as a small moan escaped your lips.
“I’ll make you a little deal, then.” He said against your neck before moving to the other side. “I won’t tell anyone I saw you here, you can have your little prank, if you help me with something.”
“And what’s that something?” You asked, but you were sure you already knew the answer.
Instead of saying anything, he grabbed your arm and brought your hand to his crotch, where his dick was already straining against his pants. Your eyes widened slightly, but you didn’t move your hand away. You already were feeling yourself get wet from those kisses, you couldn’t deny part of you wanted it anyways. “So…Are you going to take the deal?” He asked, biting at your neck again.
“Yes.” You nodded.
“Good.” He said and pulled your hand away so he could undo his pants. He pushed them down along with his underwear and pulled away from your neck to see your face. You were staring at his cock and something about that look made him harder. “Come on. On your knees, baby.” He said and backed up to give you room.
You listened and got down on your knees, feeling the cold, uncomfortable ground. But you didn’t mind, you were too focused on his dick. You wrapped your hand around it, giving it a stroke before teasing his tip with your tongue, looking up at him. He moaned softly from your touch and wrapped his hand in your hair, pulling your hair away from your face.
“I think you can do better than that, right?” He said before pushing your head down so you took him in your mouth. You gagged as he hit the back of your throat and he groaned. He seemed to like that a lot. “Glad we could finally put your mouth to use since you didn’t wanna talk.” He teased as he guided your head up and down his cock. “Fucking hell, this is definitely a much better use of your mouth.” You moaned around him in response. “Wonder if your pussy’s better. You want me to fuck your pussy, baby?” You tried humming out a ‘yes’ around him, but that was a little hard when he kept hitting the back of your throat. He seemed to figure it out, though, because he pulled your mouth off of him and helped you stand up. “You really want it, ma?” He asked as he put his hands back on your waist.
“Yes. Please, I want it.” You nodded.
He smiled and moved to tug your bottoms and panties off before he worked on your shirt and bra. He pulled off his shirt as well and kissed you again, pushing you back against the lockers. He brought his hands to your legs and lifted you up, keeping you pressed against the lockers as he guided his cock to your entrance. “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?” He said before he started pushing in, making you moan in reply. He bottomed out and you both moaned as he leaned his forehead on yours. “You’re fucking tight, baby. Shit.” He said before he started thrusting.
“Oh my god. Fuck.” You moaned, throwing your head back against the lockers, your arms holding onto him tightly.
“Is that good? Does that feel good?” He asked, kissing along your jaw and neck again.
“Yes! Feels so good, Blaise!” You nodded.
“Are you trying to let everyone back at the castle know how good I’m making you feel?” He teased, but did nothing to quiet you.
“No! Fuck! Just feels so good.” You reply, crying out as he starts thrusting harder.
“Yeah? You wanna cum on my dick, beautiful?” He asked, moving a hand to rub at your clit.
“Fuck! Yes! Please!” Your nails were digging into his back now and he hissed slightly from the pain, but kept going.
“I don’t know. You were trying to play a prank on us. You think you deserve it?” He teased, biting down on your neck again, pulling a whimper from you.
“Yes! I’ve been so good for you. Please.” You nodded.
“Hm.” He hummed against your skin before pulling back. “Fine. I wanna see you cum then. Look at me.”
You tilt your head back down to look at him as he keeps fucking into you. It was hard to focus on him when your eyes wanted to roll back in pleasure, but you managed as you were moaning and crying out for him. Only a few more thrusts and you came, crying out his name like a prayer as he helped ride out your orgasm. He wasn’t far behind you as he pulled out and came on your stomach and tits.
He brought you over to the showers in the locker room and helped you clean up. You both went over to collect your clothes and get dressed afterwards. He went over to open his locker and before you could warn him, the powder exploded on him, covering the top half of his body and you stood there covering your mouth, trying not to laugh.
“You better run, baby.” He warned without even looking at you.
You finally laughed as you took off, leaving him in the locker room covered in the red powder.
#slytherin boys#slytherin boys x reader#slytherin boys smut#blaise zabini x reader smut#blaise zabini x reader#blaise zabini smut
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Wedding guest // Ross Macdonald x Reader
summary: the whole band is a guest at a wedding (you’re part of it) and then you get closer and closer to Ross
warnings: 18+ mdni
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The evening is aglow with the soft light of lanterns strung overhead, casting a magical ambiance over the outdoor wedding venue. As a member of The 1975, you are part of the band invited to perform at this special occasion. The air is filled with music, laughter, and the chatter of guests, but amidst it all, your attention keeps drifting to Ross.
The last months your feelings have changed. He was always your best friend and you spend the most time together but it’s different. He makes you want him all the time. You miss him when he’s gone for 5 minutes but you can’t breathe when he’s there. The longer you look at him, the more you want to tell him that you want to be with him.
But you can’t. Because it’ll ruin everything.
That’s why you’re sitting in front of him, avoiding to look him in the face, even though he looks as beautiful as ever today. In a black suit, matching his beard, eyes and smile.
“Bollocks! C’mon Ross you agree with me right?” John laughs and sips his drink. Honestly you don’t even know what you’ve been talking about and Ross doesn’t either.
“Sure,” he laughs. His hand drops down under the table and seconds later he’s pulling out a cigarette. He holds up the pack.
“Would you like one?” He asks and you decline. You don’t want your own. You only want to share. Ross nods.
You take the last sip of your drunk and stand up, “I’m gonna get a refill,” you mumble as you walk away.
“Mate, she’s weird today don’t you think?” Ross nudges John and nods his head your way. John just smiles because he knows about your feelings and he knows about how Ross feels about you.
“You haven’t said one word to her, maybe a compliment wouldn’t have been bad.” That’s true. When Ross gives you compliment they mean so much more. You want to be beautiful just to hear him say you are. It’s stupid.
“She’s not even looking at me longer than a minute let alone speaking to me in a full sentence.” His head drops and he starts rubbing his forehead, trying to understand why you’re acting that way.
John’s hand finds his shoulder, “just tell her already mate.” A voice interrupts the two.
“Tell her you are whipped for her?, mate it’s getting timeeee,” Matty says hugging him ironically from behind.
“Fuck off,” Ross says, pushing his head away, “you’re plastered already.” Matty huffs at the obviously true statement.
“I’m telling you, don’t be an arse and tell her you wanna shag her.” John breaks out in laughter and puts an arm around his shoulder. “Fucking drink some water,” he says and leaves with him.
Ross is sitting there, hoping you’ll return any second and you do. With a new cocktail. You lost count of how many drinks you had but it doesn’t even matter. The second you sit down the groom is speaking through the microphone.
“Okayyy, it’s getting time for some dances, you’re all welcome to join on the dance floor.” It’s a funky song and you’re definitely not drunk enough to show some dance moves.
“Where’s John?” You ask, breaking the silence. You look around because John promised to tell you the newest tea from his family.
“Looking after Matty, he’s had a tad much of alcohol.” You giggle. The sound makes Ross smile and warm his heart.
“Knew it,” you said “Adam owes me 20 quid.” Adam was so sure that Charli is going to be the drunkest but she’s dancing with George, too busy to drink.
You look around and there are not many people sitting down. At your table there’s only you and Ross and at the one next to you there’s Polly and Gabi.
Ross doesn’t stop looking at you, it drives you crazy. You tug at your dress slightly, trying to shake off the nervousness. But it’s hard when the guy you’ve had a crush on for a while now is smiling at you.
The song changes to a slow one. ‘Kiss me’ from Ed Sheeran is now playing through the speakers. Your gaze drops to the dance floor, looking at the couples and some friends paring up to dance.
Ross stands up as he extends a hand towards you.
“Care to dance?” he asks, his British accent adding an extra layer of charm to the invitation.
You look up at him, surprised by his request. You take a deep breath to calm your racing heart. The twinkle in his eyes is infectious, and without any more hesitation, you place your hand in his.
“I’d love to,” you reply, rising from your seat.
He leads you through the cluster of tables and guests towards the dance floor.
Once you reach the dance floor, Ross turns to face you, his hand firmly on your waist as he holds your other hand in his. His touch sends a thrill through you, igniting a cascade of emotions that you struggle to contain.
You sway together in perfect rhythm until he spins you one time, and when your face finds his, his hand isn’t on your waist, but your back. His touch sending a shiver down your spine. You can feel the heat of his body, the steady rise and fall of his chest as you move together, lost in the enchantment of the moment.
It feels too real, him looking down at you through his perfect brown eyes. It’s something you could do for hours, gazing into his eyes, observing every breath he takes.
“Finally G,” Charli says as they both watch you.
Lost in the magic of the moment, you lean into him, the distance between you evaporating with each passing second. The soft brush of his breath against your cheek, the warmth of his embrace—it all feels like a dream you never want to wake from.
You think about what his lips would feel like on yours. But this is wrong. You’re friends. Ross wouldn’t think about you like that. You abruptly pull away, completely out of breath even though you were resting your face next to his, not on his.
“Sorry, I just-“ you stutter, “I have to-“ you look around, people still dancing, but the man in front of you looking at you baffled.
You pull your lips together and walk away, walking away from the venue to a little viewing platform. Far way from the people so they can’t see you, but you can hear them.
“Mate what happened?” George approaches Ross but he doesn’t give him an answer, he goes after you, taking his drink with him.
The air is cool and refreshing against your flushed cheeks. Overwhelmed by the intensity of emotions stirred up during the dance with Ross, you need a moment alone to collect your thoughts.
That moment is interrupted by footsteps behind you, you know that it’s Ross.
“Hey, are you okay?” He asks his voice gentle yet earnest.
You nod, offering him a faint smile, “yeah, just needed to cool down.”
Ross steps closer, seeing the goosebumps on your arms, your red nose and your slight shaking from the cold. He shruggs his jacket off and puts it around your shoulders.
You wrap it around yourself, feeling the familiar scent of his cologne envelop you. It is an intimate gesture, one that stirrs a up a swirl of emotions within you.
You thank him but he’s quick to say “anytime.”
The two of you stand there, enveloped in a moment of quiet understanding. With Ross by your side, the weight of your emotions seem to lighten, the warm feeling in your stomach relaxing you.
“I haven’t told you today, but you look absolutely stunning,” you blush and you’re sure he sees. The wind blowing your hair into your face, covering your eyes.
Ross carefully tucks them behind your ear, smiling, “there you are,” he jokes. You’re still baffled from his compliment and now the small gesture. he’s driving you insane.
Somehow you gained some confidence and because you are friends you’re not unfamiliar with body contact.
You grab his hands so lightly that he doesn’t feel it until your hands are resting in each other. “You don’t look bad yourself McDonald.” He chuckles and enjoys the moment, not letting his eyes look away.
“Are you okay?” He asks, trying to find out what’s got you confused. You exhale shakily.
“It’s just,” he looks at you expectant but he’s still reassuring you it’s fine to tell him, “I was nervous.”
“Why’s that?” You remove your hands from his and take his glass into your hands to take a sip. You pause, because you can’t tell him the reason you’re nervous. You can’t tell him that he makes your heart flutter like a teenage girl.
“Hm?” Your name rolls off his lips and he takes a step further. “You can tell me.” He whispers.
“You make me nervous.” It slips. You look away but his hands cradle your face. He suppresses a smile.
His hands are on your face, warming your cold cheeks. You’re forced to look him in the eyes, scared that he will break your heart.
“I make you nervous?” He repeats, “why?” You close your eyes for a second, thinking about what to say. “I want you to feel comfortable around me.”
“I do!” You say quickly, “I really do, I mean we’re friends and shit.” You sigh.
Now it’s unavoidable. You have to tell him. You will ruin everything. Your eyes wander from his eyes to the lights in the background until they’re back at Ross.
“I just really like you.” You say but what you want to say is that you really really really really like him.
“I like you too,” he says but you shake your head which makes him raise his eye brows.
“No Ross, I mean like I like you. And I didn’t want to say anything because we’re best friends and we’re on tour and I don’t want it to be weird. But then you’re always so nice and want to know if something’s wrong and I didn’t know-.” You’re rambling is stopped by your body being pulled flush against his, his hands grabbing your waist.
“Tell me when you’re done,” he says, smiling. Why is he smiling. Why is your body on his, feeling everything and why is your mouth suddenly so dry you can’t speak.
His gaze flicks down to your lips before his hand is on your neck, pulling you close. Now it’s a good thing you’re pulled against him because your knees buckle and you feel as if you’re gonna faint. His lips on yours feel better than you imagined.
“Wait,” you say as you pull away, “does this mean?” He’s on you again. His lips soft against yours, as he gives you only one long kiss.
“I really like you too,” he says. You want so scream, jump, cry, laugh but you stand there in shock. This is the best day of your life.
This time it’s you who pulls him in, Ross having to bend down to kiss you. His hand finds your lower back, pressing you against him, earning a shaky breath from you. An excuse to let his tongue brush against yours.
You can’t stand the heat, you want to rip his clothes off right there. “Do you think we can leave?” You ask, making him laugh.
“Patient much?” He teases, then he looks back at the venue. The people are still dancing and singing. When he looks back at you he knows he can’t wait as well.
“You absolutely sure?” He asks, “not too tipsy?” You shake your head and your eyes tell him you want him more than anything.
“I’m sure Ross, please,” His eyes are on you again, but this time, there wasn’t any questioning to them, as if he was searching for any sign that your words were less than sincere.
His hand goes through his face, “Jesus,” He’s having a hard time, not knowing what to do. He really wants to take it slow, give you a proper date. But you’re in front of him, saying ‘please’ so nicely.
He grabs your hand and leads you down the stairs, “okay,” he says, “let’s go to my hotel.”
You’re giddy, excited and you can’t believe that you have Ross, leading you to his room. You both move in a hurry, almost running. You’re lucky the hotel isn’t far away and you don’t need a car to get there.
When you reach his room, you lay his jacket on a stool. His bed isn’t made and his suitcase is still unpacked, but open. The door to the bathroom is open and you are amazed at the beautiful decorations.
Your thoughts get pulled back to reality as his arms wrap around your body and his mouth trails kisses down your neck. You smile and let your head fall against his shoulder. “Gorgeous,” he mumbles.
He spins you around and leans down to kiss you, more hungrily this time. He stumbles to the bed with you and lays on top of you, his mouth never leaving yours.
God, the way he kisses you should be illegal. Because it isn’t only his tongue, it’s the shameless groans he gradually let out the more the kiss intensifies -the way he bucks his hips upwards so you can feel how hard each kiss makes him. You are having a hard time breathing steadily.
You pull him closer by his tie, your mouth brushing against his ear before you speak just so you could feel the way your warm breath makes him shiver. “You make me crazy.”
“Yeah?” He reattaches his lips to yours, kissing you like his life depends on it.
Your hands finds his tie but you never fucking touched a tie so you just pull until he breaks out in laughter. “Let me.” He removes the tie in one move and now your hands are on his buttons. 4 open and you can’t wait so you just yank it over his head. He wastes no time getting back to kissing you, his lips trailing down your jaw and neck.
Your hands caress every inch of his skin you could reach from your position, the softness of your touch eliciting sweet sounds from his lips.
He rutts his hips against yours and you gasp at the feeling of his very hard member pressing into you.
“Ross,” you whisper softly, losing yourself at his hands and mouth touching your body. “I need you,” you continue.
“I’m here,” he says, keeping his slow grinding motions going. “What do you need?” He asks, his face coming up close to yours.
His gorgeous brown eyes waiting for an answer. “Touch me.” You say.
“I want to take my time with you, let me?” You nod and he grins. His hands find your back and the zipper of your dress. In one smooth movement he pulls the dress off of you.
You’re exposed now and it’s not helping you ease your nerves, when he’s staring at you. Your hands find your face.
“Don’t,” he moves your hands away, “you’re fucking beautiful.” Maybe it’s the black lace set you decided to wear. But for Ross it’s more. He waited for this since he’s known you.
He kisses the nervous feeling away from your lips and meanwhile his fingers find its way under your panties. When his knuckles brush over your clit, you forget to breathe. When they barely skim your entrance, collecting arousal to drag back upward, your brain malfunctions. It is not enough, but when he finds a careful, introductory rhythm, it’s immediately bordering on too much, too good.
You gasp into his mouth, rolling your head back, closing your eyes at the new sensation. “Keep your eyes on me love,” he whispers against your neck, “need you to look at me.” You obey and open your eyes again.
Your stomach tenses and you are surprised by your own sighs and hesitant gasps as you try to adjust to the feeling of Ross’ hand between your legs. “Fuck-“ you moan and Ross groans against your neck.
“Feel good?” Stupid question, you think. He’s fucking amazing and hotter than you’ve ever imagined. You nod and whimper at the steady rhythm, rubbing your clit and his fingers hitting the perfect spot inside you.
He talks to you, asks you stuff and you can barely listen let alone answer him. “What do you think about when you touch yourself?”
“You,” you moan. It’s always him and it’s always gonna be him. Ross is your endgame.
He groans, “good answer.”
“Oh my god,” comes your breathy little whisper, unprepared for and intimidated by how good he’s making you feel. Filthy noises come from between your legs and you clench around his fingers. The sensation is getting too much and your back arches off the back, pressing your chest against him.
Ross is still in his suit trousers but he’s very uncomfortable because of his raging boner pressing against the fabric. Every once in a while he grinds himself against your thigh, letting out groans deep from his chest.
“There you go darling,” you can feel your orgasm crash over you. Eyes squeezing themselves shut as the pleasure rocked through you. Ross continues to curl his fingers inside you through the euphoria, until he gently removes his fingers from you, licking his fingers clean.
“Taste like heaven, shit,” he comes up to give you a deep kiss, “you ok?” He asks and you nod, cradling his face and pulling his body completely on yours, so he’s not half on you and half on the bed. His bulge finds your core, and he can’t control his thrusting anymore.
Your hands find his belt fumbling around trying to shove them off, “Off Ross, please,” you whine and he laughs pushing the pants down. But before throwing them behind him, he pulls out a condom out of his pocket.
“Patient girl, aren’t you?” He grins. That fucking smirk. You love that smile, his dimples. You love him.
After he puts the condom on, he gives his cock a few strokes but then his hand is replaced by yours. You look down but immediately look into his face, his eyes rolling back and filthy words falling out of his mouth. “Love, shit-“ he groans and thrusts up into your hand, his stomach tightens already but then he swats your hand away.
You know that he needs you and you’re burning for him as well. “Been patient enough, just fuck me.” He laughs and then he’s lining himself up with your entrance, his lips never leaving yours.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he half whispers, half groans into your ear.
You both gasp when he’s pushing himself inside of you completely. It stings a bit, “fuck- wait a sec.” He does as you say and he doesn’t move, keeping his hips still.
“You’re doing okay love?- Shit,” he breathes out, trying to study your face and then you open your eyes again, kissing him and putting your thighs on his sides, your legs pushing him even deeper.
He moans and it’s the best sound you’ve ever heard. “Move Ross,” He closes his eyes, taking a steadying breath as he starts thrusting into you. Your walls squeezing him tight, producing the most resounding groan you'd ever heard.
Ross keeps one hand on your hip, then placing his other on the headboard, knuckles turning white from his fierce and unrelenting grip. He tries so hard not cum right there.
You moan his name multiple times following after some “fucks,” or “Jesus’” and he just keeps going. Not slowing down but not going faster. He enjoys it and takes his time with you. Devouring every spot you’re giving him.
“Wanted this forever,” he says, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, “you’re so gorgeous shit-“ you clench around him again.
“Please Ross, god-“ Your continuous whimpers and pleas are sending chills down his spine, spurring him on.
“You’re Perfect,” He breathes, his hand running up your back affectionately as his hips repeatedly slam into yours. You start to instinctively push back against him, pushing him further.
You feel your orgasm approaching again and Ross notices too. “Go ahead love,” his thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow circles again while his cock hits your spot. You clench around him again, letting your orgasm wash over you.
It triggers his own, his hips stuttering before he collapses on top of you. You’re practically useless, your body feeling like jello, you close your eyes, relishing in the contact of his warm skin to yours.
You think about how your life will go on. Are you going to be together, was it a one time thing? You certainly don’t want it to be.
“You with me?” He laughs, making you giggle and hide in his chest. “Soooo with you,” you mumble.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” it’s a great gesture and you’re grateful but you need him. You grab his arm and pull him down again.
“Later,” you hum, “stay with me Ross.” He nods and furrows his brows, kissing every little spot on your head.
Your mind goes blank as you whisper into the air. “I’m so in love with you.” You close your eyes, trying to avoid his gaze but he lifts your chin with his thumb and pointing finger, taping your temple softly.
He says your name and when you open your eyes he’s already looking at you. He kisses you softy before confessing as well. “I’m so in love with you, you have no idea.”
One tear slips from your eyes which is quickly wiped away by Ross’ thumb. He rolls you on top of him, hugging your body so tight you both can’t breath.
“You think they noticed we’re gone?” You ask even though you’re sure they know and you’re not ready to listen to the banter in the morning.
“Now you worry?” His laugh is your favorite sound, it makes you smile again, nuzzling closer into his chest, which is moving up and down still a little faster then usual.
At some point his breathing steadies and so does yours and you fall asleep with him. Your dream has come true
#the 1975#ross macdonald#matty healy#george daniel#adam hann#ross macdonald fluff#the 1975 fic#ross macdonald imagine#ross macdonald x reader#ross macdonald x you#ross macdonald smut#ross macdonald one shot
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Nuh uh
Fym “nuh uh”??
#narumi gen#hoshina soushirou#gen narumi#soshiro hoshina#kaiju no.8#kaiju no 8 fanart#fanart#ship fanart#ship art#you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid#i love them with my entire being#naruhoshi
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@prbworld21 hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
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me at the end of my trial staring at the murkhoff scientist knowing hes So Fucking Pissed and waiting for him to roast me
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I refuse to believe that semishira got together like a normal couple. It had to be like the “you wanna kiss me so bad it make so you look stupid” thing. Like they’re arguing over something and semi says that and shirabu just does it, and then they got together. And it’s in the middle of the gym and everyone’s either like “finally I could cut the tension with a knife” or “?? I thought they despised each other??”
#semishira#you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid#Shirabu#semi#semi eita#shirabu kenjirou#shiratorizawa#enemies to lovers??#Tension#shirasemi#Haikyuu#haikyuu!!#hq#HQ#kISS mE k-k-kiss mE#inFect me WIth yoUr loVE anD fiLL me WitH youR poIsIn#Idk man
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These two are the epitome of “you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you looks stupid”
#hannibal#first time watching hannibal#hannibal lecter#will graham#hannigram#you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid#you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid#screenshot
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Your weed cat is incredibly boring
Pissing urself over a green cat ok sam-i-am
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Oooh you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid
#christopherwoods#joeycampbell#killsteal#you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid#frenemies#i guess#just fuck#they wanna kiss so bad#im gonna lose it
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You’re fucking GAY
yeah and? whatre you gonna do about it? hmmm? gonna kiss me?
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“at least i didn't say it hiding behind anon” wow. Hugely compelling argument. You changed my mind. We need to turn all our guns in because some douche in another country said so.
come off anon and we can kiss
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I feel like the best friendships are the ones with sexual tension cause it keeps all of us on our toes
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His ass ain’t listening 💅🏻✨
#oo you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid#(he does)#satosugu#gego#satoru gojo#geto suguru#my art#bluebeesart#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#fanart#art#kiss#doodle#goge
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Been wanting to draw these two ever since i saw these masterpieces by @lulila-safu! Go check em out they're amazing 😩👌
Also i have no idea what to even call this ship but let's stick with kungmas until someone comes up with something better (it ain't gonna be me🤡)
Also thanks to @junkanimate for glazing it up for me💕💕
#i wanted to add dialogue but i feel like there's so much going on on the canvas alr so i just left it out#it is giving “you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid” though#i love em sm#lao's expression has me vibrating in my seat#it's so good#enjoy the meal boys#kungmas#kung lao#kung lao mk1#tomas vrbada#tomas vrbada mk1#smoke mk1#mk1#mortal kombat#my questionable creations
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#yui komori#diabolik lovers#diabolik oc#my girl#you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid#girls kissing girls#demon oc
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General Relationship Headcanons: Arcana Twilight boys
Note: I might revisit these as more info becomes available about the boys!!
Spica
•He’s not really openly affectionate, preferring to keep everything about the relationship away from prying eyes. Still, it’s obvious to anyone who pays attention that he’s absolutely smitten with his s/o. If the fact that he always drops everything to run to their aid wasn’t already sign enough, then the way he looks at them when he thinks no one is paying attention says everything.
•In general, though, Spica is much more of an acts of service type of person—he shows his love with silent gestures that show how much he cares, rather than constant “I love you’s.” Small things, like always having their favorite drink available or ready for them, or being willing to check in on them and help them when they’re not feeling well. Things that are both insignificant gestures and still show an amount of love that shows he goes out of his way to help his partner.
Arcturus
•He’s always so eager and desperate for his s/o’s attention. Hug him, cuddle with him, kiss him, hold his hand. Anything at all, he doesn’t care what it is. He just loves being showered with their affection and love, and doing the same in return. He’s adaptable to any displays of affection his s/o prefers, but he especially loves affection in the form of touch.
•It wouldn’t be entirely accurate to say he doesn’t get jealous, but he’s at the very least not the type to really act on those feelings. His s/o is with him, and he trusts them completely, and so his jealousy is always an afterthought for him.
•Says he loves them all the time!! There’s never a day that goes by that he doesn’t say it at least once, though it’s usually actually multiple times a day.
Pollux
•Pollux gets so easily jealous it’s almost funny. He’s just a little possessive. He also hates to admit to his jealousy, though, and will just let the emotions fester until his s/o notices the shift in his mood and confronts and/or reassures him. Maybe not the most healthy way of dealing with his feelings, but Pollux isn’t great at doing that even at the best of times.
•Pollux always gets so embarrassed saying “I love you” and receiving affection, and it really doesn’t ever go away! He’s always going to get a little blushy when he says it, or when his s/o says it back, or when they kiss him.
Alpheratz
•When things become too heavy or stressful for his s/o, Alpheratz will sneak away with them so the two can hide away for a while and rest. Usually this entails napping and cuddling together somewhere where they won’t be disturbed, but it can really be anything so long as he can ensure they really get time to themselves. Spica will chew him out later, but it’s worth it to give his s/o (and himself) some peace for a little while.
•He really does like cuddling with his s/o, despite any such denials of this. Sometimes he listens for their heartbeat as he falls asleep with them, content to listen to the proof that they are alive, and maybe that says all it should about why he likes clinging to them like this so much.
Vega
•Vega is both remarkably clingy and unwilling to make the first move, so a lot of times he wants so badly to just hold onto his s/o, but is too afraid to actually do anything. He’s also not that great at hiding when this is what he’s thinking about though, and after a while of knowing him it becomes easy to tell when this is on his mind, and his s/o can take the initiative for him. If they take his hand, or hug him, he’ll cling to them for as long as they’ll let him, or until the situation demands that he let go. If it was up to him, he never would.
•He’s always terrified of losing his s/o, to more of an extent than any of the others. Anything he can do to ensure they don’t get hurt or, heaven forbid, die, he will, no matter the cost. He will always choose his s/o. Nothing matters more to him than them, and he will do anything for them. Nothing short of the end of the world itself will give him pause.
•He’s so weak for his s/o that he’ll instantly give in to anything they ask of him. No pleading or puppy dog eyes necessary, he’ll do absolutely anything to make them happy, despite all his attempts at resistance and against his better judgement.
Sirius
•If he’s taller than his s/o he’s absolutely using that to his advantage. He could get that thing off the top shelf for you, but watching you climb to get it is so much more entertaining. Takes your phone and holds it out of your reach to watch you try to stand on your tiptoes to get it back. The magic trick to getting him to give in is to kiss him—he always either drops his guard enough for you to take back what he’s stolen, or he just relents and does whatever you want him to.
•Teases his partner for every little thing, but it’s fine because he fully expects that they do it in return. He loves the banter that unfolds with an s/o who’s willing to tease him back or boldly and openly flirt with him, and he also loves flustering a more shy s/o with his comments. No matter how they react, it’s a win for him.
#arcana twilight#arcana twilight x reader#spica#arcturus#pollux#alpheratz#vega#sirius#sirius has such ‘you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid’ energy
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