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── 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 .✦

[lumosollie]

you should lowkey (please) write smth for Blaise 🥹😛

give me ideassssss

[lumosollie]

so like out of curiosity what characters do you write for 😛

omg thanks for asking 🤑

for hp i can write for pretty much any char but my mains are sirius, remus, and draco 🙌

i can write for peter parker too 😛😛

steve harrington yes i will write for dada

omg and i can write for harry styles yes like fbh

there may be more but like yeah 😭

[lumosollie]

I just KNOW you’re abt to be my new fav writer on here

BYEEE I LOVE U 😛

[lumosollie]

making out with sirius before his quidditch match !

sirius had you pressed back against the cool stone wall, his lips moving urgently against yours, one hand tangled deep in your hair while the other slid down your side, fingers digging into your hip like he needed you closer.

you kissed him back just as fiercely, arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in until there was no space left between you. his mouth was warm and insistent. every time you tried to catch your breath he chased it, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, tongue brushing yours in a way that made your knees weak.

you felt the rapid beat of his heart under your palm when you pressed it to his chest. his free hand wandered lower, squeezing your thigh and hitching it up around his hip, grinding into you with a low groan that vibrated through the kiss.

“sirius,” you murmured against his mouth, but he swallowed the word, kissing you harder. his fingers traced the hem of your jean skirt, slipping underneath to brush bare skin. you shivered, clutching at his shoulders, nails digging in just enough to make him hiss softly.

he pulled back for half a second, only to trail hot, openmouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck. you tipped your head back, eyes fluttering shut as his teeth grazed that spot that always made you weak. one of his hands cupped your face, thumb stroking your cheek while the other kept exploring, possessive and hungry.

“we’re going to be late,” you breathed, even as you arched into him. your fingers threaded through his dark hair, tugging lightly the way he liked. “the match--”

“mm..don’t care,” he mumbled into your skin, sucking a mark just below your ear. his voice was rough, breathless.

you laughed softly, the sound turning into a gasp when he rocked his hips forward again. his hand slid higher under your jean skirt, gripping your waist with both palms now, thumbs pressing into your ribs like he was memorizing every inch. you kissed him again, slower this time but no less intense, pouring everything into it; worry, affection, and that sharp thrill of almost getting caught.

his robes were rumpled now, your shirt untucked, hair messy from his hands. when he finally drew back, lips swollen and eyes dark, he rested his forehead against yours, breathing hard.

“for good luck,” he whispered, a crooked grin breaking through. “can’t play without it, love.”

“you’re going to be so late.”

“worth it.”