#so corny. but like thats the point right?

[edsheerankinnie]

cringetober day 11: 5+1 things

This prompt confused me so bad for no reason

Anyways have Applejack and my OC Cherry lol (based on this here fic im writing that im definitely updating on a regular basis and not when the ghost of writing posesses me) (prompt is 5 times AJ made Cherry blush vs that one time Cherry made AJ blush)

[todayisafridaynight]

Prior to sending the ask I was just guessing what matrophobia meant based on the root words but I looked it up after and went ohhhh and then you confirmed that extra dimension to it and I went OHHHHH

I think that gets to the heart of what I've been thinking about, that bittersweetness, because despite his best efforts... of course he could never end up anything like Yoko, but he still ended up with an abusive "household." Because in addition to Masato ending up how he did, he has to see those same situations play out, feel that same tension in the air between Jo and Ichi, over and over for almost a decade straight.

Like, in a way, he's forced to put himself in Toshio's shoes when that happens. He can't really get through to Jo, in the same way Toshio can't get through to Yoko, but he can try to step in before lasting damage is done, and he can try to make it bearable for his son. You know. Have a nice talk. Treat him to Peking duck. I'm SO normal about the (drawn-out) parallels of those scenes

So then with Jo... he kind of does become his father, even if he never wanted to (no one wants to), both through his ruinous neglect of Masato at birth and through how he comes to look at discipline and corporal punishment. I'm sure it's not lost on him in Masato's case (owww), but with Ichi, it's not like he has any reason to see him as his son... But How Far Can That Take You.

Because it's like, at the start, he was openly beating Ichi in front of Arakawa and not letting up much when Arakawa intervened. But then you have The Yubitsume Scene and Arakawa walking in on All That and... he looks sorry. Sorry for being caught, probably, but sorry nonetheless. Like... what changed between then and now... have you two had a Heartfelt Conversation... do you know where Arakawa got that scar... are you unable to change your "nature" even then...

Side note bro your SHOE is the size of his TORSO I promise you do not need to kick him with all the strength you've got like what the hell is this 😭😭😭

BUT ALL THAT ASIDE thank you so much for delving into the symbolism! Wonderful read. I don't really have an eye for symbolism, so that makes it all the more enjoyable to revisit the comic and everything with what you've gone into. I think a lot of your experiences resonate with mine, so conversely I'm not sure what others would take away from it, BUT I think there's enough there that's so insightful and evocative that it's effective without personal experience. I don't think there's anything I could add, so. Yeah. For once I am happy to sit back and take it all in... On that note, definitely looking forward to your next comic!

AUUUGH YEAAAH YEAHEYA HYEAH THAT EXACTLY OUUUGH OWIEE OWW.....

that's literally it though. like no extra notes. except The Obligatory Few i dont think it was an accident that arakawa is set up as the beginning of the game's 'protagonist' and planting that 'troubled family' taste first thing in our mind. i remember how i felt when i first saw arakawa walk in on jo and ichi and then arakawa taking ichi out for dinner i was just like🧍‍♂️Girl No The Cycle.... It's Continuing...... //screams// LIKE UGH IT WAS SO GOOD BUT ALSO OWWW STOPPP and then on the REPLAY it just hurts more cause with the added context to jo's character its like Oh No...... You're Your Father's Son....

and youre right: jo doesn't have an implicit reason to see how he treats ichi is wrong, hence he similarly doesnt have any reason to stop- not unless arakawa intervenes of course (and i will stand outside my window thinking of the possibility arakawa ever did try to have A Conversation with jo... arms folded behind my back and all like Man™️....)

oh but yeah, absolutely no problem ! im lowkey of an egotist so i do like to talk bout the stuff i make. More In Depth (though thats obvious considering the fuckin essays in the tags i always leave ☠️☠️) gerjlgaELKjg. so i was happy to explain ♪(´▽｀) !! what i like about symbolism is that it can be intentional or not, and the fun is always finding it just by chance. i cant explain it properly, but i just think its a neat 'seasoning' of sorts to drawings (❁´◡`❁)

[midnightwriter21]

demon slayer hcs: hashira men w/ a tiny SO

characters: fem!reader x tengen, sanemi, rengoku

warning: suggestive content

AN: i’m writing this from the pov of someone that’s short af. like 4’11 (cause that’s how tall i am lol) enjoy~

TENGEN

god he’s so hot

let’s get straight into the gross shit huh?

i just KNOW

that this man is NASTY

size kink size kink size kinkkkkkkk

dawg is huge

his one hand can almost wrap around ur entire waist

manhandles u all over the place

yes please

anyways now that we’re done with that-

he will make fun of u

juuuusssstttt a little bit

but its all fun and games

will never take it too far

takes things out of your hands just to hold them over his head

likes to see u jump to reach it

high five?

his hand is all the way up

arm straight

high five him in the face if u get fed up

won't hurt him anyways

he'll prob think its funny

will also do that shit where he looks right over ur head and is like "has any one seen y/n?"

carries u around

u don't remember what it feels like to have ur feet on the ground at this point

he’s doing push-ups?

sit on his back

100% will bench press you for fun

you’ll be walking past him

you blink and all of a sudden ur in the air

calls u stupid corny nicknames like “short stack”

SANEMI

now this man

his ego is through the roof

size kink?

uh yeah

will tease the hell out of u

putting stuff on the top shelves so u can't reach

and don't think he's gonna give in and help u

oh no he likes to watch u struggle

now i think sanemi LOVES a fiery woman

but give him a lil too much attitude?

he's throwing u over his shoulder and walking off

and he's gonna remedy that situation dw

remember i said size kink?

he's about to remind you just how much bigger than you he really is

will RUIN u

protective!!

doesn't matter if ur a slayer or not

still not as strong as him

and to sanemi

smaller=more breakable

now don't get it twisted

dude does NOT think ur weak

cmon you really think the mf Wind Pillar would be with someone totally weak?

absolutely not

again. u don’t have to be a slayer

there are different types of strength bae

he's just gonna keep an extra close eye on you thats all

RENGOKU

i am so soft for him

literal sweetheart

can't reach something?

kyojuro is already handing it to you

or picking u up so u can reach it

he's not gonna tease you about your height

he's the one showering you in complements

telling you how you're perfect the way you are

never wants you to feel annoyed or insecure about your size

he's a lil more protective too

don't get caught climbing the countertops to reach something

cause he's pulling u down with a

"honey that's dangerous! what if you fell and hit your head?"

like kyo

baby boy

u realize i had a life before i met you right?

ur a professional countertop climber at this point but he does not care

don't do it again

also he's teaching you to fight if u don't alrdy know how

just in case he's not there to protect you one day

best teacher 10/10

won't bend down to kiss u tho

he likes that you have to get on ur tiptoes and balance urself against him to reach his lips

thinks its cute

he's so boyfriend

[lordprettyflackotara]

Mr.Right || Colby Brock

smut, 18+, minors dni | a/n: it’s about time i wrote about my bby colby. ps i got a new xplr hoodie today at zumiez, i’m so fuckin happy. enjoy lovely’s <3

You couldn’t do it anymore.

Ideally you had the perfect life. Perfect house, neighbors, job. You had more money than you knew what to do with, causing you to lose your passion to make a life for yourself.

You even had the perfect husband, Mr.Right. He was always attentive to you, worshipping the ground you walked on. You stared down at your wedding ring, the obnoxiously large diamond shining in the dim bar lighting.

You told your husband you were going out with your friends, but truth was you needed to get away from all of it. All of the glamour and flattery. This lifestyle was all you were supposed to want, the reoccurring thought haunting you.

Why didn’t it satisfy you?

“Come here often?”

Your gaze lifted from your glass, curiously landing on the man beside you. You were almost unsure of how he got into this bar, his leather jacket throwing off your response. Your eyes finally met his, his blue orbs practically absorbing you.

You cleared your throat, stirring your drink in a bored manner. “Thats a corny line you know,” You say dryly, looking away from the man. He pulled up a chair beside you, making himself comfortable.

“My name is Colby. Let me buy you a drink,”

You lifted up your hand, showing off your wedding ring.

“I’m married, sorry,”

Colby examined your wedding ring, the real authentic jewel not impressing him.

“Where is he?” Colby asked. You arched your eyebrows, finally looking at him again. “Where’s who?” You questioned. Colby smirked, gesturing to your wedding ring. “Mr.Right. I’d love to meet him,” Colby chuckled. You could feel heat rush to your cheeks, your eyes widening slightly. Colby called over the bartender, ordering two shots of one of the most expensive tequilas on the menu.

“You don’t have to say anything. I see. Mr.Right isn’t so right after all,” Colby said, purposefully waiting until the bartender was out of earshot. You narrowed your eyes, glaring at the cocky man in the leather jacket. “You don’t even know me,” You argued. The bartender gave you both a small smile, placing the shots in front of you.

“Put everything she’s had on my tab,”

You rolled your eyes. “What exactly are you playing at? How did you even get in here?” You spat. Colby shrugged, downing his shot with ease. He sat the shot glass back down on the counter, challenging your hardened gaze. You picked up your shot, downing the firey liquid as best as you could. Even after drinking the best of the best, alcohol never came easy to you.

“It’s the way he fucks you, isn’t it?”

You forced yourself to swallow the shot, coughing. You swallowed hard, trying to regain composure.

It wasn’t what Colby said that bothered you, it was the fact he was right. Your husband was vanilla, afraid of experimenting in the bedroom in any capacity. Your marriage was strictly monogamous, your needs never fully being fulfilled. You had cravings and desires he refused to meet, insisting they were foolish fantasies he ‘knew’ would fade over time.

It was the only aspect he lacked in your relationship and you just couldn’t get over it.

“You don’t have to answer me, I can tell by the look on your face you haven’t gotten good dick in a long time,” Colby smirked. You stared at him in disbelief, unable to form a proper response. This delinquent had somehow read you like a book, your eyes trailing down to his hands. Rings decorated his long, slender fingers, while his veins were prominent against his tan skin.

“So, what’s your point? You’re offering to fuck me? I’m not going to pay for sex,” You reply flatly. Colby leaned forward, his mouth next to your ear. You shuddered as his hot breath hit your skin, his fingers brushing some stray hairs behind your ear. “I don’t want your money. All I want is to hear you scream my name and beg for me. I have a place nearby,�� Colby purred. Your thighs clenched, butterflies rummaging through your stomach. As if on que, Colby’s offer continued,

“You seem so eager, maybe we shouldn’t wait,”

You swallowed hard, his words alone causing your cheeks to flush red.

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” You quietly agreed, thoughts of all the things he could do to you running through your mind. Colby smirked as he leaned away from you, tossing random bills onto the counter. He grabbed your hand, helping you off of the barstool and guiding you down one of many hallways that existed in this bar. You were surprised that for a bar so exclusive, Colby seemed to know exactly where he was going.

He pushed open the men’s bathroom door, revealing several rows of sinks and stalls. “In here? You can’t be serious. This is absolutely ridiculous-” You argued. Colby shut the door behind you, locking it with ease. In a swift motion he pushed you against the door, his arms pinning you against the cool metal. “No one’s going to interrupt us, trust me. If you want to cum I highly suggest you get on your fucking knees,” Colby said. His eyes studied yours intently, ensuring every move he made was something you could handle.

You slid down to your knees, cringing as your knees hit the cool marble floor. “Stick out your tongue,” Colby ordered, undoing his belt. You could hear the metal clinking as you maintained eye contact with him, doing as you were told. Your thoughts wondered off to what else he could do with that belt, the idea making you rub your thighs together. You flattened your tongue, Colby instinctively licking his lips as he took out his cock. “I assume you’ve had no throat training?” Colby asked curiously. You shook your head no, causing him to give you a playful smile.

“We’ll fix that later, now suck me off whore,”

You took Colby into your mouth, his size preventing him from fully fitting. You bobbed your head on his cock, using one of your hands to help jerk off the length you couldn’t fit. “Nuh uh, no hands. Put em behind your back,” Colby huffed. You slowly put your hands behind your back as instructed, continuing to suck him off as best as you could. The size of his cock was beginning to make your jaw hurt, his tip just almost hitting the back of your throat. Colby admired your efforts, his cock in your mouth one of the hottest things he had ever seen. But he knew you needed guidance.

He reached down, grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail. “Relax your jaw for me,” He muttered. You forced your jaw to go slack, Colby’s hips now bucking into you. You gagged as his cock hit the back of your throat, Colby’s groans echoing off of the bathroom walls. You felt so filthy, on your knees in a public bathroom, letting a delinquent use your throat as he pleased. But you fucking loved it.

You felt tears flooding your waterline, the salty teardrops dripping down your cheeks as Colby continued using your mouth. “Fuck, you’re fucking hot,” Colby praised, removing his cock out of your mouth. You gasped for air, saliva beginning to drip down your chin. “Cmere baby,” Colby ordered. You grabbed his hand, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your makeup was ruined, your mascara trailing down your cheeks. Colby didn’t seem phased it, if anything he looked as if he thought you were prettier than before.

“Hi pretty girl, turn around for me,” Colby purred. He used his thumb to wipe away your tears, his other hand helping you turn around. Colby lifted up your dress with ease as you leaned against the bathroom counter on your shoulders. “I want you to watch yourself as I make you cum on my fingers. If you look away i’ll stop. Understand?” Colby asked sharply. He caressed your ass, tracing the sensitive flesh with his fingertips.

“I understand,” You whimpered, cool air rushing between your thighs as Colby slid your panties down. Your face was pink, your mouth forming into the shape of an O as Colby slid the first finger inside of you. He curled it, causing you let out a desperate groan. Your body craved more, your walls squeezing him, searching for friction. “You’re doing so good for me, good girl,” Colby praised, sliding another finger inside of you.

He curled his fingers upwards, causing you to grip the sink as you moaned his name. “I see, you like that huh?” Colby asked mockingly, before picking up the pace. Your husband had truly neglected you sexually, Colby had figured out that much. The way you looked as if you were in a state of bliss just from his fingers alone made him wonder how you’d react when he fucked you senseless. 

You forced yourself to keep your eyes open, the pleasure almost overwhelming. Colby’s fingers were fast and ruthless. He never seemed to tire, your legs beginning to shake as he added in a third finger. “It’s okay, look at me,” Colby told you, slowing down his pace. You looked up at him in the mirror, his ocean eyes absorbing every little detail about your facial expression. He was slowly curling his fingers inside of you, your walls clenching around him. “Does it hurt? We can stop-” Colby began, concern dashing across his face. His fingers had come to an abrupt halt, no longer hitting your g spot but instead staying still.

Your plea cut him off, your desperation to cum overshadowing any ounce of dignity.

“Please don’t stop, please, feels so fucking good,” You whined, pushing your hips against his hand. You weren’t used to begging, never having to ask for anything to be done for you. But fuck, you loved begging him like this. Colby smirked at your reaction, his fingers curling inside of your dripping cunt. His other hand flew to your hair, yanking it towards him.

You arched your back as he held onto your hair, pain shooting down your scalp and spine as he continued to abuse your g spot with his fingers. “You look so filthy like this. You’re such a dirty slut for me,” Colby muttered into your ear, his name leaving your lips like a mantra. You gripped onto the sink for support, babbling incoherent curses.

“What are you? Say it or i’ll stop,” Colby threatened, watching your expression in the mirror. You were determined to listen, what little consciousness you had telling you to focus on yourself in the mirror.

“I’m a dirty slut,” You moaned pathetically, the knot in your stomach forming as you spewed the humiliating words.

Colby smirked, sensing your walls clenching around him. You were practically begging for his cock.

He yanked your hair again, causing you to whimper.

“Whose dirty slut are you?” Colby countered, relishing in seeing you humiliate yourself.

“I’m your dirty slut, i’m gonna cum, please-” You babbled, unsure what you were even begging for.

Colby held you steady as you came, an unfamiliar euphoria blinding your senses. You gripped onto the counter so hard your knuckles were turning white, your thighs trembling as your juices coated Colby’s fingers. He admired them in front of you, releasing your hair and sucking them clean.

“You taste so sweet, next time i’ll have you cum on my face,” Colby purred. You chuckled as he turned you around, his lips meeting yours. His kisses were rougher than your husband’s, his lips never able to fully keep up with your desperate ones. Colby liked it rough and he knew without a shadow of doubt, you did too.

You could taste mint and the faintest taste of your juices on his tongue as he pressed you against the bathroom sink. Colby pulled away briefly, his eyes meeting yours.

“You want this cock baby?”

“Yeah-”

Knock knock knock.

You nearly jumped out of your skin, clinging onto Colby as the bathroom door shook.

“This is a public bathroom! Get a room!”

You were stunned and silent, afraid the intruder would knew who you were once you left. Colby was quick on his feet, wiping away your ruined makeup and helping you pull your panties up. You were far from presentable, your hair messy, lips puffy, and cunt drenching your panties. Colby pulled your dress down, leaning close to your ear.

“When I unlock the door, leave, i’ll make sure the guy out there never saw you,” Colby whispered. The intruder continued pounding on the bathroom door, causing Colby to sigh. He redressed himself, running his fingers through his ruffled brunette hair.

“Hotel six on main street, meet me there Friday at seven. I’ll be in room 717,” Colby said, heading over towards the door. You nodded as confidently as you could, exiting the bathroom and brushing past the stranger. You could feel curious eyes burning holes into your back, guilt flooding you as you walked down the hallway.

Your mind swirled with thoughts as you called your personal driver to pick you up, exiting the bar as quickly as you could as to not be affiliated with Colby. As you stood outside and lit a cigarette all you could think was one thing: You needed to be at hotel six on Friday, no matter what.

[inmyheaddd]

Playing watergirl and fireboy (im unsure If thats name of the game but i hope u know what i mean😭) with Ravi headcanons

games

playing fireboy and watergirl with ravi would solve all my problems 💖 this request was so so so cute i hope i did it justice!! wc: 976 masterlist

you and ravi’s movie night was getting slightly boring, you got to the point where you had basically watched every movie there is, and you were on a sugar high, so sleeping was out of the question.

the credits of the last movie on your watchlist started rolling. after a few moments of silence, you asked what you two should do now. 

“why don’t we play a game?” you’re lying on ravi’s chest, with his hands in your hair. you feel his words in vibrations more than you actually hear them. 

“what kind of game?” you turn and meet his eyes.

“hm,” he taps his finger on his chin in an exaggerated motion, then strokes his imaginary beard. “do you want to play fireboy and water girl?” he says with a smile on his face. he said the sentence so fast, sounding like a child asking if you have games on your phone. 

you knew what the game was as you used to play it as a child with your siblings. you always wanted to be watergirl, but you didn’t know how to play WASD keys.

you two were now sitting cross-legged next to each other in the middle of your bed, with the computer in front of you. 

“okay you know how to play, right?” he taps his fingers on his knees, his giddiness couldn't be more obvious.

“yeah, i'm the best at it.” you say 

“are you sure? i mean, you’re talking to the reigning champion of fireboy and water girl right now.”

you fake scoff and look away from him, shaking your head, "nerd.” 

“you’re nerd-er”

“that’s not even a word, it’s nerdier." you look back at him, trying to keep your “nonchalantness” in tact, but you can’t fight the smile that finds your face. you’re head over heels for him.

he shakes his head with a sigh, a faint grin on his lips too. "i love having a smart girlfriend."

"knowing the word nerdier isn't even... whatever." you think to yourself. it's alright though; you love having a ravi boyfriend. 

you started playing the game, and maybe you weren’t being the most truthful when you said you knew how to play. 

you were watergirl after 15 lengthy minutes of ravi teaching you how to use the WASD keys, and you dying in the game too many times to count. 

you were so close to finishing a level after failing so many times, and ravi was being your hype man as he always is: “yes! you’re so close you can do it,” “that’s my girl!” “you’re the bees knees”

“ravi!” you laugh out, “you’re distracting me.” you continue, dragging out the "me." you were trying to act 'annoyed' at him, but you both knew you weren’t. the day he stops his corny phrases is the day you die.

“alright, sorry.” he replies with an amused chuckle, his eyes trained on your face. he found the way you were so focused on this game entertaining to say the least. 

after a few seconds of silence and your character about to fall into the lava again, he speaks again. “you can do it! yes!” this time, in whispers that go against everything a whisper should be— quiet.  “that’s my gi-“

you retract your hands from the keyboard and place them on your lap dramatically, then turn to him with a blank stare. he slowly turns to you, matching your ‘dramatic ness’, and looks down at you with the goofiest smile plastered across his face.

you keep your composure for a total of 2 seconds before your lips start twitching upwards and you both burst out into laughter. 

every time you were about to stop laughing, you would see ravi still in tears from his own "joke." not to mention, his laugh was just so contagious.

you finally recover from your fit of laughter, only to fall into another one minutes later when playing.

“aw these characters are so cute; it’s like us in another universe.” you smile as you continue playing.   

he simply turns and looks at you with an eyebrow raised. “aren’t they siblings?” 

“oh.” 

you both start laughing hard, and again, seeing ravi laugh just makes you laugh even harder. 

you’re practically in tears at this point, and ravi is in hysterics. it’s like a never-ending cycle of laughing at each other's laughs.

you both take deep breaths and stop laughing for a few seconds, then make eye contact. you both burst into laughter again.

“stop!” you’re so out of breath, you feel like you’ve done a whole ab workout with all the laughing you just did, “we need to- we need to finish the level,” you manage to get out in between deep breaths and giggles.

“who cares about the level?” he chuckles with a light shake of his head.

“i thought you did?” you let out a chuckle through your nose, and you and ravi are looking into each other's eyes. 

he shakes his head once once more, “hm,” followed by a shrug. “i like my watergirl better,” he mutters before moving towards you and kissing you. 

you can’t help yourself from smiling into the kiss, and then he pulls back. “can you stop smiling so i can kiss you?” he says with his eyebrows raised, with the same large smile on your face on his. “only if you stop being cute,” you respond jokingly. he was slightly taken aback—you were never the one who would make corny jokes, and make comments that sounded straight out of a 2010 rom-com. “hey! that’s my thing,” he pouts, pretending to be hurt. 

you shrug your shoulders before leaning in to kiss him again, and now he was the one smiling incessantly. you didn’t say anything though; you wanted to stay in this position forever. the computer was starting to overheat, evident from the loud noises the fan was making. but neither of you cared enough to say anything, you were too focused on the person in front of you. 

[uconnposter01]

Chapter 3

Warnings: cursing, sexual content(partial but still there) 18 +

2.4K words

February 2022, Third-Person POV

Paige fought to keep her hand from trailing farther up Aniyah’s thigh during the 30-minute drive back to campus. Licking her lips, Paige glances over at Aniyah to see her already looking at her.  

“You aight?” Paige mumbles, her voice an octave deeper.

“I’m good,” Aniyah responds, placing her hand on Paige's and moving it slightly up her thigh.

Paige clenches her jaw at the subtle action, her grip tightening slightly on the girl’s thigh. She tears her eyes away from the girl beside her and reluctantly focuses on the road. Aniyah shifts ever so slightly in her seat. The girl couldn’t wait for Paige to reach her dorm building; she looks way too good right now and it’s driving her insane. This drive is quickly starting to feel like an hour. Glancing over at Aniyah one last time, Paige began to speed ever so slightly; she couldn't wait any longer; the way Aniyah is looking at her is driving her insane. After feeling her phone buzz repeatedly, Aniyah pulls it out, wondering who is blowing up her phone.

Missed call from LouLou🤗

Missed call from LouLou🤗

Missed call from LouLou🤗

LouLou🤗: thats wat we doin

                                Read: 3:16 pm

                                       Bet

                            Read:3:16pm

Favorite ex🫶🏾: Chill I'm still with paige                                                              Read: 3:17 pm

LouLou🤗: so that mean u cant answer  🤔

Read: 3:18 pm

   

Favorite ex 🫶🏾: please dont start Lou, we are doing goodDO NOT fuck that up because I will block you istg

Read: 3:19 pm

LouLou🤗: why u always gotta be extra

                                             Read: 3:20 pm

Favorite ex 🫶🏾:  you the one crying because I didn't answer the fucking phone bffr

Read: 3:21 pm

LouLou🤗: u talkin bout blockin me and for 

wat u always do way to fuckin much

                                        Read: 3:22 pm

Favorite ex 🫶🏾: you right I do text me when you not on bs           

Read: 3:23 pm

“You good?” Paige asks, noticing how annoyed Aniyah has become.

"Mhm,” Aniyah responds.

“you sure?” Paige asks, not fully convinced.

“Yes Paige I'm sure; let it go,” Aniyah says, cutting her eyes over to Paige in annoyance.

Paige knows not to pry any longer; she just intertwines their fingers and kisses the back of Aniyah's hand.

“2 more minutes, and you're mine,” Paige says, holding eye contact with Aniyah.

Aniyah doesn't respond; instead, she takes Paige’s pointer and middle finger into her mouth and sucks on them, looking at the point guard as she does so. Too stunned to speak, Paige pulls sharply into Aniyah's dorm parking lot. Hurriedly, the blonde shuts her car off, runs around to Aniyah's side, and pulls her out of the car.

"C'mon, you killing me” Paige mutters, standing impatiently behind Aniyah as she fumbles to open her door

“Be patient; my door gets stuck,” Aniyah says, finally getting the door open. 

Closing the door behind them, Paige hungrily examined Aniyah’s body. The way the point guard is looking at her reminds the gymnast of a lion before it eats its prey.

“You want a dorm tour?” Aniyah asks Paige.

She's nervous, Paige has never been to her dorm before. Aniyah hopes the dorm is up to Paige’s liking; she didn't deep clean it, and she's kind of wishing that she did.

“Later, I wanna tour you right now,” Paige says, pulling Aniyah into her.

“Bye girl, that was so corny,” Aniyah says, fiddling with her necklace anxiously.

Picking up on Aniyah's nervous behavior, Paige wraps her arms around the shorter girl’s waist, pulling her closer.

“Why you so nervous? It's just me,” Paige softly says.

“You never been to my dorm before,” Aniyah says.

"And,?” Paige asks sassily.

“This is big for me,” Aniyah says softly, bringing her hand to hold Page’s face.

Paige doesn't respond; she just gently presses her lips against Aniyah's, backing her up against the wall in the process. Due to the height difference, Aniyah stands on her tiptoes, struggling to kiss Paige. Noticing this, Paige hoists Aniyah up by her thighs. The gymnast immediately wraps her legs around the blonde's waist.

“Were your room at?” Paige asks her lips, ghosting Aniyah’s. 

“The one to the right, Aniyah says, her voice hitching ever so slightly. 

The gentle kisses were quickly replaced with hungry, desperate kisses. Threading her fingers through Paige’s hair, Aniyah pulls ever so slightly, earning a moan from the point guard. Using the moan as a quick opportunity, Aniyah slips her tongue inside Paige’s mouth. The blonde lays Aniyah on her bed, breaking the kiss in the process. 

“Do you know how fucking pretty you are, and it's all for me?” Paige mumbles.

Her pupils are dilated, her lips are slightly swollen, and her blonde hair is ever so slightly tousled from being pulled.

“Ion think you realize how beautiful you are,” Paige mumbles, her hands slowly trailing up and down Aniyah’s clothed sides.

“Thank you,” Aniyah whispers back.

“Imma take my time with you,” Paige murmurs.

Aniyah has never been this turned on in her life.  The way that Paige was looking at her made Aniyah so wet. Between the intense eye contact and the way she's being softly talked to, Aniyah knows that she isn't going to last very long.

Paige kisses Aniyah once more, this time with a little more urgency. Grabbing Aniyah's chin, Paige tilts her face so she can have more access to her neck. 

"Fuck,  please don't stop," Aniyah moans quietly as Paige sucks on her neck, leaving a hickey in the process.

The front door slamming caught both doors off guard.

"That, your roommate?” Paige asks quietly.

“I think so; she's back early though, sorry.” Aniyah says.

“It’s all good. Do you think you can be quiet?” Paige teases.

Paige doesn't give Aniyah a chance to respond, as she starts nibbling on her earlobe and trailing kisses down the base of her neck once more.

The gymnast bit her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning loudly.

“Take your shirt off,” Paige murmurs.

Aniyah quickly takes her shirt off and tosses it across the room. Paige begins softly kneading Aniyah's breast while leaving open-mouth kisses on the shorter girl's neck.

“Can I take this off?” Paige questioned softly.

Too horny to speak, Aniyah simply nods which is not good enough for Paige.

I need words,” Paige mutters against Aniyah's collarbone.

"Yes, you can take it off,” Aniyah responds breathlessly.

Paige sits back, undoing the bra, slipping the straps down her arms, and taking the bra off.

“Ya, titties are so pretty,” Paige mumbles, taking a nipple into her mouth. 

Aniyah lets out a low guttural moan, not wanting Jazmine to hear her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Paige sucked on her nipple and pinched the other one.

“Niyah I need a favor- What the fuck is that, Paige?” Jazmine says this as she walks unannounced into Aniyah's room

"Fuck, that's  your roommate?” Paige asks questions in utter disbelief.

This is the worst possible outcome for Paige. She is aware that Aniyah and Jazmine know each other since they both did gymnastics and that they left at the party Aniyah and Paige met at, but she didn’t realize that they were roommates.  

"Aniyah, what the fuck?” Jazmine speaks slowly.

 She feels betrayed; she told Aniayah to stop messing with Paige months ago, and here she is still messing with Paige. Jazmine could feel the anger rising in her body; she couldn't believe Aniyah went behind her back and still chose to deal with Paige. 

“Jazmine, why didn't you knock? This is exactly why I told you that you can’t just barge in my room,” Aniyah says, trying to cover herself with the blanket.

“Have you been fucking Paige since the party?” Jazmine asks, ignoring Aniyah’s previous statement.

"Yeah,” Aniyah says, slipping on a shirt.

 "Aniyah, what the fuck?” Jazmine says it loudly.

“Maybe I should go,” Paige says.

Paige prays that this doesn't mess things up for her with Aniyah. She's starting to like the girl, and this could put an end to everything.

“Maybe you should. I need to talk to my friend anyway,” Jazmine said, rolling her eyes.

Paige took that as her cue to quickly get her things and leave. After gathering her things, Paige wordlessly left, quickly sparing a glance at Aniyah as she did so.

"How could you do this to me?" Jazmine asks as soon as Paige leaves.

"Do what?" Aniyah asks, confused. 

"How could you fuck with Paige after I told you not to?" Jazmine asks sternly. 

Aniyah blinks at Jazmine, not sure how to proceed with the conversation. She is trying her hardest not to curse the girl out, but Jazmine is making it hard for her not to.

"I mean, you gave me a warning and I ignored the warning; I don't want a relationship right now anyway," Aniyah says cautiously. 

"You are acting so selfish; it's all about Aniyah, huh, bitch," Jazmine rants angrily.

"Imma need for you to try again and not call me a bitch," Aniyah grits out. 

Her fingers dug into her palms so hard Aniyah thought she was going to end up drawing blood; she needs to calm down. She doesn't want to go off on Jazmine but the girl is making it hard not to. Aniyah isn't sure what Jazmine's issue is but she needs to not take it out on her, Aniyah knows for a fact there is more to that lame excuse Jazmine has been giving her.

“I’m sorry, but I wished you just listened to me like I said and then we wouldn't be in this predicament,”  Jazmine says angrily.

"Girl, what predicament?" Aniyah asks, completely lost.

"Paige is my sneaky link," Jazmine reveals.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry I didn't know; I wouldn't have brought her here if I knew,” Aniyah mumbles.

Aniyah feels awful; she should've noticed the signs. Especially with Jazmine being so weirdly territorial about Paige, all the signs were right in Aniyah's face. She feels so stupid.

"What do you mean you didn't know? I told you she plays a sport," Jazmine says, rolling her eyes. 

"Girl, this school has like 20 different sports teams; how the fuck was I supposed to know?" Aniyah asks, becoming slightly more annoyed with Jazmine.

"It's fine. I'll forgive you if you end it with her," Jazmine says, looking down at her nails. 

"No," Aniyah responds, observing Jazmine.

"No?, what do you mean, no?" Jazmine asks, raising an eyebrow at Aniyah.

“Imma keep it real with you; stopping is not an option,” Aniyah says.

 “Why?” Jazmine's annoyance is evident in her tone.

“Paige fucks me better than anyone I’ve ever been with; I'm not giving that up,” Aniyah says.

“That's not cool, Aniyah; we’re supposed to be friends, and here you are doing me dirty,” Jazmine says.

"Girl, how am I doing you dirty?" Aniyah asks. 

“Because you’re still gonna sleep with Paige, you need to stop being a bitch, Aniyah," Jazmine scoffs.

"What did I tell you about calling me a bitch" Aniyah snaps.

Jazmine's eyes widened at Aniyah's sudden outburst and the fact that she is standing up for herself in general. She wasn't expecting it since Aniyah has been nothing but a pushover so far.

"I’m not trying to fight with you; I just want you to stop fucking Paige," Jazmine mutters, looking down at the ground.

"Look, I've been more than patient with you, Jazmine, but if you call me a bitch one more time, I will not hesitate to smack the shit outta you," Aniyah warns.

"Okay," Jazmine mumbles, looking everywhere but Aniyah.

Aniyah sighs. Once again, she almost let her anger control the situation; she desperately needs to get a handle on her quick anger. She will be calling Sonya her therapist immediately after this conversation.

“But you do know  Paige can sleep with who she wants right?” Aniyah asks softly.

“I know, I just wasn't expecting you to be fucking her,” Jazmine says.

“Wait, are you and Paige talking or exclusive?” Aniyah questions, worried that she is actually doing Jazmine dirty.

"No,” Jazmine says, casting her eyes away from Aniyah.

“Then what's the problem?” Aniyah asks, confused.

“I should be the only one fucking her; I'm a little selfish,” Jazmine says.

“Girl, that's the wrong person to try to be possessive over,” Aniyah says, laughing humorlessly.

“How so?” Jazmine questions. 

“Paige is single and sexy as hell, and she knows that, shit, we are the only ones she sleeps with consistently, but we ain't the only ones,” Aniyah explains.

“I know,I wanna be the only one fucking her Jazmine says

“Wait Jazzy do  you have feelings for Paige?” Aniyah asks softly.

"Nope," Jazmine says a little too quickly.

Aniyah doesn't believe the girl, but if Jazmine refuses to admit it, there isn't anything she can do. However, there is a big possibility that Jazmine is telling the truth, but Aniyah highly doubts that just from her behavior and actions.

“Then what’s the problem?” Aniyah questions.

“It isn't one, but just let me ask you a question,” Jazmine says 

"Wassup,” Aniyah says

“Did you meet the team?” Jazmine asks quietly.

 Aniyah hesitates; she doesn’t want to lie to Jazmine, but she does hang with the team quite often. After going over it briefly in her head, Aniyah decides to lie. She knows how much Jazmine wants to meet the basketball team, and it would be cruel to basically brag about it to the girl in front of her.

“Yeah, but it was briefly at Ted's; Nu was there, and I was saying hi to her; they are more her friends than mine.” Aniyah lies smoothly.

"Okay, cool,” Jazmine said, her mood improving slightly.

“So we good?” Aniyah asks, holding her arms open for a hug.

"Yeah, we good,” Jazmine quietly lies as she hugs Aniyah back. 

They were in fact not good, minor resentment began to brew inside of Jazmine. She wants Paige all to herself. Jazmine didn't know the other girls that the basketball player slept with ,so they didn't exist in her mind. But Aniyah is right here; Jazmine isn’t worried, though. She knows she has a huge advantage over the girl because of how long Jazmine has been messing with Paige, and she's confident this will end soon.  So all Jazmine has to do is be patient and wait.

[thatblackravenclaw]

Hello my love!(sorry if thats kind of creepy its judt my nickname for everyone)

Idk if you still do hp but can i get james potter staring at reader in class and she confronts him abt it and maybe smut or spice????

Ravenclaw!reader (fem!reader)

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Somewhere Only We Know

a/n: Hello there, darlin! I'm so sorry I'm just getting back to you a month later. My writers block has been vicious and I didn't want to give you something half-assed. I hope I did your ask justice :)

Blog Details | Let's take a trip

James Potter x fem!reader (Ravenclaw)

warning(s): not proof read, fluff, reader is called little bird and birdie, light cussing, smut, public?, fingering

word count: 3.04k

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The cauldron erupts bubbles in front of me, waiting for the final ingredient for today’s brew. There’s a gag stuck in my throat as I pick up the little vial filled with troll bogeys. I turn my head to avoid the slimy liquid drip out of the bottle. I unfortunately turn my head and make eye contact with James. His stare is unwavering and it’s almost as disgusting as the bogeys. His full pink lips are turned up into a smile and his big doe eyes are staring right into mine. I raise a quizzical brow before turning back to my cauldron. With five counter-clockwise turns, and a gold shimmer emerging from the pot, my invisibility potion is finished. I fill up the empty vial in my left hand and the ladle with the other to spoon in the clear liquid. 

With the cork pushed in, I turn around and walk towards Slughorn’s desk. I can tell he’s recruiting for the Slug Club by the thankful look on Gwenog Jones’ face for a reprieve when she sees me walking in their direction. 

“Excuse me, professor?” I tap his shoulder before I speak. Gwenog makes a swift, but discreet exit when he excuses himself to talk to me.

“Finished already?” He asks me with a smile. 

“Of course.” I respond, with a proud, but humble expression. 

“10 points to Ravenclaw for being the first to finish.” There’s a giddiness that bubbles through my body at the praise. 

My eyes catch James’s again when I turn around to return to my station. He’s such a weirdo. Every time we’re in proximity his eyes are on me. Before my mind even registers it, I’m walking over to his station with an unwavering determination in each step. His eyes widen, but he quickly recovers. The shocked look on his face turns into a smug one in half a second.  

“James, why must you insist on staring at me during class? It’s bad enough you do it in the halls, at Honeydukes, Slug Club parties, in the middle of a quidditch match. I can’t even escape your stares at common room parties. What do you want?” The irritation in my voice is not suppressed by my volume, low as not to disturb the others around us still working on their invisibility potions. 

“Little bird-” He starts.

“I told you not to call me that.” Yet it still makes my heart palpitate, if only for a short while.

“Little bird,” I roll my eyes. “it is not a crime to stare. I just happen to be admiring one of the many beautiful wonders in Hogwarts.” 

“Dream on, Potter. Weren’t you just flirting with one of your precious fellow Gryffindors in Muggle Studies not even an hour ago?” I walk away from him and back to my station to clean up. I sadly hear his footsteps not too far behind me.

“Someone sounds jealous.” He accuses in a calmish tone. 

The bad part is I think he’s right. The worst part is, I know he’s right. He’s annoying, an ass, an extremely corny flirt, yet I don’t entirely hate when he’s around. He tells decent jokes and I enjoy the pranks he and his friends pull on Filch. It almost feels wrong to like him. I’d hate to be that type of girl that easily falls for a guy just because of a smile and the slightest bit of attention. 

“Someone sounds delusional.” I refute. 

“Class is dismissed! Don’t forget to clean up your stations and return Friday with Leech Juice, Shrivelfig Fruit, and Stench of the Dead for Thunderbrew. Oh, and Miss Jones, please see me after class.” Poor Gwenog could only escape the Slug Club talk for so long. 

“I’ll be right back.” James informs me with haste. 

His feet match the speed in which he spoke. He’s gone back to his cauldron before I get the chance to fully turn around. After putting my book and potion in my bag and casting the cleaning charm on the cauldron, I send it back to my room and turn to the door. I’m about two steps into the hall when I feel his presence right behind me yet again.

“James, this is borderline stalking. Don’t you have something to go blow up with your friends?” 

He walks ahead and opens one of the double doors, letting me through without having to switch my books under one arm. I debate taking the floo flames near the arched opening at the end of the hall to get to my common room quicker, but there’s this feeling inside of me, a yearning, that wants to just keep walking. 

“It’s only stalking if it’s unwanted.” He grabs my books and continues to walk next to me, forcing everyone else who was walking from the central hall. It’s not the narrowest hallway, but him and his strut insist on walking smack dab in the middle of the hall. 

“I doubt that’s correct.” 

We make a right and ascend the stairs to the heart of the castle. Only a few students litter around the found and near the staircases, indicating that some of us actually decided to go to class today or are in Hogsmeade to await detention when they are inevitably caught. Ferdinand spies on the students in The Three Broomsticks and runs (as far as a portrait can run any way) to the nearest professor to tell on us. I swear he’s worse than Peeves. I’m surprised no one has stolen his frame and placed him in Hog’s Head or burned him. 

“Besides, who said your attention was wanted?” My tone holds a slight hint of teasing as I make another and continue to walk up 2 more sets of stairs. 

“Possibly the fact that you haven’t used depulso on me yet.” I smile to myself, glad that he’s able to work with my wit.

“I wouldn’t be so harsh. You’re only a minor nuisance.” 

I make the mistake of looking over to him and I am instantly hit with the curiosity of how he is still single. He’s the ideal boyfriend height, popular, funny, and caring. Some of his pranks are annoying, but they’re never with malice intent. I do slightly agree that this school needs to light up a little. And his hair, I mean, the most perfect set of loose curls you’ve ever seen. His round glasses enhance his attractiveness rather than a dork like I did my first few years here. Not to mention he smells amazing. Like coffee and eucalyptus with a hint of tobacco from the ciggies that he smokes.

“So you’re saying I have a chance of taking you out?” I pause my steps at the landing between the steps behind us and the next on my left. 

“Now when did I say that?”

“You didn’t not say it.” I blink up at him once and again a few seconds later. Only him. My head leans down as I chuckle. 

“Fine, one date. You have one date to impress me. This Friday after Magical Theory. Meet me at the boat house.” 

I don’t miss his subtle fist pump to himself as I take my books from his right arm and walk up to the floo flames. 

“Wait! Why the boat house?” He asks after I’ve told the floo to take me to the common room. I shrug.

“I’ve always wanted to go on a picnic date.” With a wave, I step in and let the flames take me where I directed. 

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I caress the corduroy material of my skirt while gently swishing my feet in the water at the bottom of the wooden ramp. The sound of the tiny waves the water makes due to the slight breeze that’s running through. The sound of nearby trees accompany the water, tempting me to doze off until James gets here. 

“I made sure to get one of everything from the kitchens.” I turn my head to see James holding a basket and a goofy smile on his face. It's small and sincere, yet still goofy.

“You’re abusing the elves. Pitts should put you to work considering how much you’re down there.” I return the smile before drying off my feet and putting my shoes back on and walking to him. 

“He only makes you work if you’re there for detention.” Smug.

“Speaking from experience?” 

I gently take his hand in mine and walk around to the outside where the extra boats are stored. We sit down, swinging our feet over the edge of the ground. The water isn’t high enough here to wet our shoes and we have a perfect view of the castle. That’s why I chose this spot. One would think that you’d be sick of looking at the place that you’re stuck at for almost 9 months out of the year, but I still find the beauty in it years later. I’ll miss this place dearly when it’s time to graduate. 

“No. Maybe. Okay, fine. Yes, but only because I made that tiny puddle in the trophy room.”

“Ha, tiny puddle my ass! You flooded the whole room plus the hallways that surrounds it. I’ve never seen Filch that pissed off before. I was sure he was about to explode and tap into the power he was never given.” It’s hard for us to do much besides laugh as we recall the memory.

After a few “okay”’s and “okay seriously”’s, we open up the basket and take out the spread. More stories are told between the both of us as we let the world go on around us. I find out about his long lineage of Gryffindors and I tell him of my lineage of Ravenclaws. We grew up similar, with my family being a little more strict. Time seemingly flies by and it saddens me in an unfamiliar manner. A feeling I can’t place. I miss him? How can you miss someone who is still in your presence?

“Hey, where’d you go?” His serious tone startles me out of my thoughts. I look over to him and give him a lopsided smile.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I believe I have feelings for you, James Potter.” A sarcastic chuckle flows from my lips before I can stop it. “In one afternoon, you have somehow forced me to admit the impossible. Well, not the impossible. Not that it’s impossible for anyone to like you! I just didn’t think that I wou-” 

He encloses my cheek in this palm of his hand and gently brings our faces together until our lips touch. I don’t resist and let my lashes kiss the apples of my cheeks as I sink into the kiss. It’s not a particularly long kiss. Short enough to have me silently praying to Merlin that it could have gone on longer. I chase his lips when he pulls away and my eyes flutter open. 

“Why’d you stop?” I ask in a whisper.

“I want to show you something.” I look at him bewildered. He fails to notice as he rushes to pack everything up and help me up.

“Now?”

“Now.”

We’re back in the boat house and in front of the floo flames. I’m still trying to process how his lips felt on mine, smooth and pillowy soft. No rush and definitely better than the last person I kissed. I can’t believe he stopped. Didn’t even give me enough time to savor it. I don't realize that he had the flames take us to the greenhouses until I look up and see the giant wisteria tree that sits in the middle of the entrance. I give him a deadpanned, and slightly irritated look when I realize where we are. 

“You stopped kissing me so we could come to the greenhouse? I love plants, but I preferred the other thing we were doing.”

“Hush.” He kisses me on the cheek and leads me down the curved steps closest to us and down the path to the greenhouse tree. It’s deeply rooted into the castle, so it sits in a small pool of water. What I never noticed is the stairway on the side that leads below ground. 

We walk, a little faster than I intend, down the spiral stairs and passed an archway that reveals to be some sort of storage place, but also displays the trunk of the tree through glass windows.

“Godric, how did you stumble upon this place? It’s gorgeous! Wait, why are we here?” I touch the glass lightly in wonder that such a place has existed all this time and I never knew about it. 

“Well, little bird, I figured that it was time for you to give your wings a rest. Here, come lie down with me.” I turn to find a set up of blankets and pillows and him nonchalantly sitting there as if this array of cushions has been here this whole time.

I follow his directions and sit down next to him. My head finds a home on his shoulder and I watch the water bubbles float to the top. Now that I have calmed down, I’m glad he took me here. It's quite gorgeous. Right as I get comfortable, he shifts up and moves behind me. With one leg on either side of me, he pulls me closer to his chest. 

“You okay there, Mr. Potter?” I put my arms on the outside of his bent legs, letting my hands rest on his knees. 

“Perfect.” The tips of his fingers lightly trace up and down my arm. My eyes close on instinct. I lean back into him and let my body focus on the one sensation, sighing as I do so. 

“Is there a reason you were so reluctant to go out with me?”

My heart takes a hit at his question. A question I’m not sure how to answer without saying bitter or pathetic. A question that I don’t know the true answer to. 

“I mean, you’re James Potter. One of, if not the most popular guy in school. You run around with your friends pranking anyone and everyone. No offense, but why would I take you seriously about wanting to go out with me? We’re on different calibers and just by recalling what you told me about your family, you guys don’t venture outside of your houses when it comes to the romance department.”

He’s quiet, and it makes me nervous. Did I deeply offend him? Is there going to be another date after this? Did I completely fuck everything up? His hum interrupts my internal spiraling.

“Well, you got me there. Everything you said is true,” His hand begins to trace the top of my thigh, inching closer to the inside. I subtly, but slowly open them up. I don’t know why, but I assume my body does. “However, that has nothing to do with you and my feelings towards you.”

He traces the apex of my thigh. Starting at my knee, down to the crease that joins my thigh and hip, and back up. 

“We’re both equally popular, so I’m not sure that was a mark against me.” I open my mouth to rebuttal, but he beats me to it, “You may not know it, but you, my dear, are very popular.”

My skirt has now become a mini with the opening of my thighs pushing it up. The tip of his middle finger skirts the hem of my underwear. It’s such a simple touch, not even touching anything truly intimate, yet I gasp in pleasure at it. 

“James,” I lightly huff.

He ignores what sounds as a plea and proceeds to gently push down on my clit. “As for the other things, I heard that girls like funny guys. It seems you do since I’ve caught you laughing a time or two whenever I set off fireworks in the Great Hall or throw a dungbomb in Charms.” The circles he draws causes my back to arch and push myself more into his hand. 

“As for my family, I happen to not be like them. I prefer to venture out and experience more.” He finally slips his hand inside of my underwear and makes contact with my clit bare. His finger slides in between my inner lips and collects the already formed arousal, then he brings it back up to continue circling my clit.

“J-James,” The air thickens in my throat. I gather any air I can, but the sensation from him touching me makes that more important than breathing. 

With my hand on his, I direct him further down to my entrance and ease his middle and ring fingers inside of me. The thrusts are slow, but deep. Each whimper that escapes my lips becomes prominent after the last. I have to fight the urge for my thighs to close around his hand. The palm of his hand rubs perfectly against my clit when his fingers switch from pumping pressing up against the squishy part inside of me that causes a pornographic moan to fill the room. 

“Such a good girl, birdie. Come on, cum for me.” His fingers return to my clit, with a little bit more pressure, completely undoing me. 

My thighs entrap his hand and I hold on to his arm. His coos and praise help ground me after a few minutes. I’m eventually able to relax my thighs and let go of his arm. He whispers a “good job” in my ear before softly pecking my cheek. When my clit stops throbbing, he pulls his hand out of my underwear, revealing my cum completely blanketed over his fingers and thinner layers scattered on his palm. 

“Is my attention still unwanted?” I can feel the smirk from a mile away. I turn around and softly connect our lips before responding.

“Yes.” I tease. Our lips are a mere centimeter apart, letting mine brush against his as I speak.

“You make the prettiest moans, you know that?” My eyes widen and I turn my head to the side to avoid eye contact, closing mine in embarrassment at his words.

“Hey,” with a gentle hand he makes me face him again, “can I hear some more?”

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[blingblong55]

Are you there? - 141

Reader goes missing on a mission.

This is based on a request

F!Reader, Angst?(idk anymore)

The team and you were in a high profile mission. Laswell thought you'd be perfect bait for this one. However it was a deal/plan between you and her. You would get the men out and give yourself up so they could return back to base. All is going well so far.

"Price?"

''R/n, you and Gaz take left, meet us at extraction point.'' he commanded and you obeyed. Gaz was hit in the head by some gravel. You pushed him out and dragged him to extraction. You ran back and made the enemy chase you. Soap and Ghost ran towards him as soon as they noticed he was unconscious. Price looked around, but no sight of you.

''Fuck, where are you kid.'' he said under his breath.

''This is Bravo six, how copy?''

''What is the matter?'' Laswell responds.

''We've lost the kid, she's nowhere to be seen.''

At that moment Laswell knew the plan you two had made worked, ''did you all make it to extraction?''

''yes, but we have to go back for her-''

''negative, you and the others get on that helicopter and leave, no need to fight.''

''we lost the kid, what do you mean negative?''

''get on that heli Price, thats an order.''

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The ride on the helicopter was...confusing, to say the least. Soap would look out the window and to the ground, he'd ask too many questions. Ghost was looking for any smoke signal, but nothing. Gaz, although injured fought the medics and tried at many occasions to jump out and go search for you. Price was quiet.

It was odd for Laswell to just tell him to leave you behind, knowing well that you and him had grown a daughter-father relationship.

After the medics tranquilized Gaz, Price turned to his men. ''You two meet me at my office.''

Soap and Ghost nod and continue doing their own thing.

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At base, the three men sat there, plotting their next move. Soap tried not to think of what could've happened to you. What if you were looking for him in all that smokey mess? What if the enemy saw you and knocked you down?

All he kept doing was touch the small bracelet you had given him not long ago. It was regret, maybe if Ghost would've gone with you and Gaz you'd be annoying him with your stupid jokes by now.

''She's going to be okay.'' Price tried to say with confidence. Ghost took out a picture of you and the rest of the team. You and Soap doing some funny pose whilst he flexed his arms. It was a good day that day.

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There you were, hanging from your arms at some old base. You had been beaten up over the course of 13 hours. Your own blood soaking your uniform. The matching bracelet holding onto your wrist as a reminder there are people waiting for your return.

Gaz was the first one you thought of. How hard he must be on himself for losing sight of you. And then you thought of Price, no one to hear his stupid corny dad jokes. Ghost probably reliving some stress from his past because now you weren't there like his own family. And then the one you tried to not think of the most, your best friend in all, Soap.

How much he would be arguing with Laswell over the decision. The dumb bracelet you got him after you over heard it was meant for a forever kind of friendship.

As your own blood dripped down your weak limbs, it was them who you thought of. The one family no one would ever take from you. The one thing this cruel world would'nt dare understand.

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''R/N!'' a muffled voice called for you.

''Are you there?'' another deeper voice ushered.

Your vision blurry as you tried to keep your eyes open, but you knew it was time to let go.

''...go Home'' the sweet voice said, you felt warmth, a sense of familiarity.

You soon met darkness.

A/N: this one is short I know...but hey..its something am I right?

Tags: @ghostslittlegf

(hope this is angsty enough for ya)

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[tododeku-or-bust]

Hello, I’ve been meaning to ask for a while now but is there a reason you like tododeku so much? (I’m a casual shipper but I was just wondering if you like it for any greater reasons)

*cracks knuckles*

Well BACK IN THE DAY (as in, I haven't been actively interested in mha since like.... 2021 lmao) it was mainly because the energy that those two had is what I would have wanted from Midoriya and Ochaco when the narrative demanded i ship them.

I recognize people have different standards for what they like out of a romance. And that's fine! But for me, a big thing that I like in a romance is when characters can depend on each other to have their backs, even if it's a 'im gonna yell at you about this stupid ass idea later' thing. I like a romance where both the characters are ride or die in the field, "i don't gotta look to my left bc I know he coming" type shit. Like that person, even if it's all they can do, is there by their partner's side.

And a major question I often found myself asking when I watched Todoroki was "why was this not Ochaco?"

When I watched that tournament arc, I liked what I saw! I liked that Midoriya was willing to get out there and look Todoroki in the face and essentially tell him to do better (in a way that he just refused to tell Bakugou back then lmao, I didn't get it) to the point that it completely changed the trajection of Todoroki's life.

It only built on that for me when the Stain thing happened. When Midoriya put out that text and Todoroki took exactly two seconds to go "hey dad fuck You i'm bout to go help Midoriya bc somethings not right" I mean looked at that phone, made an about face and didn't look back. THATS THE ENERGY I WANT! When they were all trying to figure out to go save Bakugou, and Ochaco said no and Todoroki was team Let's Do It THAT'S WHAT I WANT!!

The movies might have sucked, but every time I got the "Todoroki is Ride or Die for Midoriya" energy that I want!! He literally saw the world news say Midoriya was a criminal and went "here's what we're about to do-" That scene in one of them where he was ice boarding and Midoriya landed behind him? And come on. When he tucked in him and spoke fondly of him after they rescued him for his Dark Deku phase? Why was that Todoroki? Why was that not Ochaco??!?!

Like at this point, Ochacos got her boyfriend Midoriya, and Midoriyas boyfriend Todoroki. Frankly, I always thought Ochaco deserved better writing than her lil corny crush on Midoriya, and I heard she got it, which is good!

And idc at this point if other people disagree bc frankly, I'm not bout to do no damn discourse with that fandom lmao. I don't care. I just know that based on my standards, Todoroki would have been the preferable partner for him. And I said it back then too, if Shouto had been a girl 🤷🏾‍♀️

[pumpkinsy0]

Spooky month is here so Papercut but they are in a horror/slasher movie hcs ?

im loving the until dawn remake so this is acc so perfect

•they both thrive in different types of horror films, if its one thats more like psychological and deals w puzzle solving, ponys guiding them, if its like regular ole slasher curlys the goat

•u could NOTTTT separate them from each other, they cling to each other, to protect each other and themselves!!!

•”u need to take care of urself” and they dont take care of themselves LMFAOOOO

•their sleep schedules r dog doo doo already, they say theyre gonna stand watch to the other, but they just stay up together

•the idea of them having like walkie talkies or something to keep in contact is very sweet to me, its a lil silly but ay, theyre desperate

•pony CAN run faster than curly, but when he feels like hes in danger, its way easier for him to trip, so if he does chances r curlys ahead of him by just a hit but he’ll go back for him

•idk WHAT it is, but they would have one of those corny ways of saying “i promise”

•if we wanna go the “one if em dies” route, everything they do after the fact WOULD b for them, maybe at some point theyre not even doing it to survive but to also get even☝🏽☝🏽

•ok but one if them as the killer,,,awww yea,,,,

•the way it works out is that they somehow just lure the m away from the danger, as a way to make sure they dont get hurt

•them being in scary movie is like RIGHT up everyones alley i think

[cupoftaae]

8? With Jungkook?🤞🏻

"please dont go....I cant be alone right now" x Jungkook

thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy <3

warnings- jungkook has a bad day waaa, fluffy, minor angst, reader and him are cute

The thud of Jungkooks backpack at the front door could be heard throughout the house, making you jump.

"kook?" you called out, "you home?"

After no response, you left the office room and made your way to the kitchen, where you saw your boyfriend searching for something to eat.

"Hi baby, I made dinner" you come up behind him and rub his back

He flinches a bit, making you frown. "oh, hi baby, thanks" he turns to see you-your height in perfect lining for his lips to meet your forehead.

"how was work? you alright my love?" you asked quietly, hand gently rubbing the skin under his shirt.

Jungkook hummed, "it was ok I guess..."

"yeah?" you looked up at him lovingly

"I just missed you" he shrugged, mumbling a bit

"oh sweet boy I missed you too..." you kissed his cheek and hugged him closer.

He released a shaky sigh and hugged you back, the strength of his arms squeezing you tightly.

"are you sure youre okay?" you whispered "because...its ok if you arent" you pulled away from his chest to see his face, his eyes now watery as he tried to even his breathing, almost as if he spoke he knew he would end up sobbing.

"honey..." you pouted and brushed his bangs away, cupping his face, "whats going on? talk to me so I can help"

He shook his head, looking down as a stray tear fell, making his hastily wipe his face with the back of his hand. "its just" he began quietly, "work....everything. its stressful"

You nod, "I know sweetheart"

"I kept messing up the vocals today and everyone was getting mad with me, I just felt like....i dont even know, I felt like a burden to be in the studio" he wiped another tear, sighing and looking at the ceiling.

"Kookie you know that you arent a burden, right? the boys all love you so fucking much...they need you, and they were probably just tired and cranky because you all need sleep and wont rest despite me scolding them" you breathe out a laugh, making him half smile

"I promise, you are so loved and important, so many people admire you, especially me" you pointed at yourself, making him giggle. "its ok to have tough days, its what makes us stronger, its part of being a human, however its how you react to it- thats how you grow and learn and become a better person, right?"

"right" he nodded, looking at you and squeezing your hands.

You scanned over his face and smiled softly, "do you want to take a bath?"

"yeah" he smiled

-

You placed a few towels on the counter near the tub, where your boyfriend sat.

"the lavender is nice" he spoke, eyes closed as he rested his head against the railing of the tub. "I told you, bath bombs arent just for girls" you giggled

"well it had a unicorn on it for christ sake" he opened one eye to see you, smiling.

"hey unicorns are uni-sex, get it?" you poked

"you...are so fucking corny" he laughed

"but you found it funny!"

"whatever"

you smiled at him, watching his face and admiring his beauty for a moment while his eyes were shut, he was so amazing and loved by you, and he would only know half of it.

"well baby, im gonna go wrap up work in my office, call me if-"

"no, please dont go....I cant be alone right now" he frowned, eyes opening up to see you at the door.

You frowned before nodding, silently making your way to sit in front of the tub. You werent gonna push him to talk, you knew he was struggling today and thats all you needed to hear.

He just needed a little extra love and affection like we all do somedays, its human.

We need hugs, we need to be told we are loved, we deserve to be loved, and valued.

He always made you feel his appreciation for you in any way possible, so you of course wanted to pay it back.

You carefully washed his hair and mindlessly chatted about random things, he seemed to have calmed down a lot in the time being, which made you happy.

He had insisted you join him in the tub-so you did.

"its getting cold, the water..." you mumble, head against his chest.

"meh.....its like lukewarm" he looked down at you, giggling, "are you about to sleep right now?"

"probably" you whisper

"no baby, lets get into bed" he smiled, jokingly patting your butt to get you off.

You pulled away to look at him, smiling, "I love you, you know that?"

the slight pink tint on his cheeks didnt go unnoticed, "yeah...." he giggled, "I love you too...you know that?"

"everyday"

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Well reader is new to Hawkins and she has this childlike and whimsical aura around her (like a fairy) and she is obsessed and knowledgeable about different plants and she meets Eddie. He is instantly intrigued with her and falls for her instantly as she is nice and they start dating

Request by @-theshadowqueen-02

Warnings:None, fluff.

❣️

Eddie met you for the first time in the woods near Hawkins High school. You didn't know very many people as you were new to Hawkins and the woods is where you felt most at peace.

The woods were so calming, birds singing, leaves falling gently around you, as summer turned to Autumn.

You were picking wildflowers when you're peace was disturbed by one of your senior classmates. His big brown eyes widen as he takes you in, you smile and gesture him to come closer.

"You like being here too? It's nice isn't it. Away from all the noise'' he walks over to you and kneels down beside you.

"Yeah, it's nice to get away from the assholes like Carver and his merry band of buttheads, I'm Eddie. You're yn right?" you nod and offer him a flower, he takes it smiling.

"Would you like to learn about the different plants around here Eddie?" he agrees with this, unable to take his eyes of you.

There's a whimsical almost fairy esque quality to you, you marvel at the world in almost childlike wonder but Eddie also senses an old soul.

He's never met anyone like you and he'd like to get to know you better.

❤️

For the next week, Eddie joins you in the woods as you point out various plants, flowers and fungi. You're very knowledgeable and he realises how much he loves learning about these things.

Or maybe he just likes listening to you. He likes learning about what you love and watching you smile and your eyes light up.

By the second week of hanging out, he's smitten.

He never thought that he would feel like this. Ever. Something about you has his heart racing and as corny as it sounds he even feels butterflies when you're around.

Yeah, he's so not mentioning that to the boys in Hellfire. He will keep that to himself.

Wayne notices though, see the dreamy smile on his boys face, comes across you and Eddie hand in hand as you walk to his trailer.

His boy is smitten. So, when Eddie comes home from High school one day, full of nerves and just itching to explode from the feelings, Wayne knows what he's going to say.

"I'm in love Uncle Wayne" Eddie finally comes out with it, relief clouds his features and Wayne grins.

"Boy, I've known that for a while now" Eddie blushes but soon turns to Wayne and whispers, voice hopeful but full of anxiety.

"What if she doesn't love me back?'' Wayne clasps his shoulder and grins.

"Come on boy, she's head over heels for ya, do me a favour and tell her, put you and her out this misery"

Eddie nods, he's going to do exactly that and as Wayne suspected, you're head over heels for his nephew. Soon Eddie is happier than he's ever seen him.

❤️

You and Eddie becoming a couple was fated from the get go, kismet you tell him dreamily as you walk hand in hand through the school.

Seeing Eddie Munson. The guy that had a rep for being mean and scary (at least thats what Jason Carver would say) act like a lovesick puppy, was definitely a shock for some people.

But it worked, you were opposites in every way but seeing you next to Eddie, flowers in your hair, wearing a floaty dress and beaming smile, Eddie in his leather jacket, chains and denim vest, was adorable.

Well, at least El thought so.

Eddie, was just happy he had found you. His dream girl, and it all started with a trip to the woods.

💞

[littlemissprettyprincess]

This is for everyone who seems to be "struggling" with states + what I can suggest + My success story.

-Have you ever been one of those people to reach "that moment" in manifestation where you wanted to be, even if you have never either it doesn't matter. You know how much of an outsider and annoyed/obsessive over loa when seeing other people succeed and couldnt really find what would work for me. Sounds like you, huh? You are not the only one, I'll tell you exactly how to get out of there + master your manifesting skills and a bit of self-concept.

The. answer. is. staring. right. at your face.............................................Yes.

"But anon, wdym by that??" What I mean is that notice how all of these people who post their success stories are in the state of easy/effortless manifestation. Like they mention how easy it is and how effective it is. Thats because of their state, they chose to occupy the state of someone who does the bare minimum in loa and still gets wtf they want. It doesnt matter how many times you repeat your affs, persist, mental diet, you wanna know why you waste energy doing that? Is because your occupying the state of "difficult manifesting", meaning you obsess over it, you try so hard but "nothing" comes, you feel you need to do the most to get it. Notice how all of these points I made fall under the state of "difficult manifestation"?? if you were in that state, those things I just mentioned would've been what you experience. Why?? BECAUSE YOU OCCUPIED THE STATE OF SOMEONE WHO ISNT SUCCESSFUL IN MANFESTING!!!

A thing I def reccomend when using states to manifest is to understand the 4D IS THE TRUE REALITY AND NOT THE 3D. Yes I know you're tired of hearing the same thing but now that you have a shifted paradigm on states, it should be easier. What I did was know that the 4d is the blueprint, kind of put it on the pedestal but not in the negative way. It was a way where I didn't ignore the 3d and affirm against it, but focused on my 4d and stuck with it. Because "ignoring the 3d and affirming agains it" simply implies that your 3d is filled with undesirable things and you affirm against it.

Cause trust me I've been there when I say living in my 4d was making me crazy, but you know why it did? Was because I looked at the 3d for validation/ didnt trust what my 4d is saying. It's kind of like y'know when you like a guy/girl and your friend warns you to stay away from that person but you get annoyed at them because you think what they're saying is bullshit?? Same thing applies. If you dont trust your 4d and realise it creates the 3d and is so much more powerful than what you experience, when will living in the end ever be a fullfilling thing to do? Get it? "Fullfilled" LMFAOO I'm so hilarious, but enough of my corny jokes. Heres a summary

-Be in the state of someone who is a master at manifesting/self concept etc.

-Know that your 4d creates everything, when its done in your 4d, its done in 3d, a simple way to put this is just live in your mind because when you realise that, you change your imagination, you change your reality and there is so much power in knowing that.

-ANNDDD THENNN you can apply everything else like persisting, repeating affs etc.

I got perfect self-concept doing this, like I got compliments today and I felt so confident, I love the way I'm so pretty, like why am I so perfect and gorgeous?

I manifested many straight niggas to like me at my school (im black and gay) let me tell you!!! a nigga stopped and walked back and stared at me to see "Damn who is that??" I was laughing so hard.

Overall my life has improved, I get things to go my way and yeah. thats about my successes. I might start a blog but because of how disrespectful anons are Idk if I should.

-tysm lovies, stay hot nd mysterious, and know how powerful you are!!!! stop wavering!!!!!

omg, thank you so much for sharing this ! i hope this helps some people ! ♡

[elliestation]

ALYXCAT'S PAWSOME PLAYLIST - MY FAVORITE PARTS OF MY OWN ALBUM

I WANNA…i love the stereo space in this track. it just feels so wide to me and im being hugged by my guitars. im just so proud of myself to making this so quickly as proof of concept that i could make something really good if i just chose to have fun.

ANYTHING….the first and last verse of the song was written by my girlfriend. she wrote a song for our first anniversary that turned me into a SOPPING WET CRYING MESS and i had to reference it in some way. i ended up making this song for this years anniversary with a bunch of cute art i doodled with the lyrics on it…she cried and i was so glad.

TRACK THREE. this one encapsulates what writing this album felt like to me. everything was in perfect alignment. i feel like i really cracked the code. like i finally crossed (krossed haha) a hurdle that i'd been stuck on for many years of my life. its so corny and full of things i love about the songs i love, but thats the point. this is the song that taught me to embrace the rough and scrappy drafts and ideas and throw my feelings of inadequacy to the side. Polyana's verse really cemented this for me too because she just freestyles at the end and it just felt right to keep it in. TLDR: this song taught me to trust my gut. i love it so much.

HEADSPACE. i wrote this song after having a "regular" conversation with someone in my family and i was realizing i was dissociating as a defense mechanism whenever a specific sort of interaction would occur. i've always wanted to write a song that gets really intense and is really grand, rough, and intense, and this song really did it for me. its the first time i really appreciate my singing and screaming voice in its natural range, so im glad it was the first one on the album to feature it.

RECHARGED. i wrote this on a bad day but originally as a joke to make myself feel better. the starting sample is actually a stupid deku meme put through many layers of botanica ass sound design to hide it. i got a bunch of funny reactions from my friends after showing them. i actually did feel pretty refreshed after making this. enough to keep moving forward for the day <3

HOLD ME (sunglare from the sun). aside from the weird title shit thats going on with this track, this song is about a conversation i had with myself. my weeks kept feeling like moments of drowning mixed with the most euphoric times of my life on repeat. as much as i wanted to give up on everything i held dear to me, some part of me couldn't let go and encouraged me to keep going. despite all my self-sabotage, a part of me still had some fight left. the way that this song progresses is something that i never thought i could ever accomplish, and im glad that fighting side of me won because i would have never made this song without it.

CANT LET YOU KNOW. the person that this song is about changed my life. i know that the chorus and all that sounds like they sucked, but really i can't help but hope they're doing okay. though i may be afraid to tell them to their face, i hope they find this song and know that im glad they were apart of my life. i just love how corny this song is and I LOVE POLYANA'S VOICE SO MUCH. okay anwya yeah I ALSO LOVE THIS FUCKINNN OUTRO ITS SOOOO PRETTY TO MEEA AAA

SENTIMENTAL ALIBI. kros… FUCKING. KROS. THIS GUY IS MY FUCKING GOAT. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. THIS SONG WASN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE ON THE ALBUM!!! i made a little sketch one day and sent it to him just to hear his thoughts and HE CAME BACK WITH A WHOLE VERSE THAT MATCHED THE VIBES PERFECTLY WITHOUT ANY CONTEXT! and it ended up becoming the WHOLE SONG and one of the biggest projects i've ever worked on. for this entire album being the first times i've ever started working with people, im SO GLAD that my first experiences have results like this. these people have become such important pillars of my life and im so glad we were not only able to communicate that into a song together and work so well together doing it. my fav part of this song is the final climax…this is the first time i really sang my heart out on a chorus,,,,,and I LOVE HOW IT SOUNDS!!! THAT USUALLY NEVER HAPPENS!!!

TAKE A STEP. this song pushed me with the sound design a little and im really happy about it. when i hear this song i always feel a bit of me choosing to be a little hater and cringe at the conry ass message i have in this, but strangely i feel such comfort knowing i can look at those feelings, accept them, and move on despite them. i may think its stupid, corny, cringe, whatever. but i'll keep following those feelings because they have only led me to create this entire project. i will keep taking a step towards the realest parts of me no matter how fucking stupid i sound because its the only way to grow. im really glad this is the last song on the album for this reason.

the entire album means so much to me because this (and hopefully future projects too) will continue to serve as reminders of the lessons, memories, and joy i experienced when creating this project. dare i say, i would need a Sentimental Alibi to free myself from the nostalgia of this project.

i really hope these messages resonated with you <3 thank you so much for reading.

love you, stay safe.

[t4tails]

Lore Olympus is so bizarre to me as a hit. It's mainly a webtoon, right? And like don't get me wrong there are a lot of shitty webtoons but alot of them have something that someone wants. Boyfriends is a psuedo diverse cast that has as many poc as a Utah Catholic school, so racist liberals loved that one, a bunch of corny romance of varying qualities, 3 different power fantasy technically not isekais that have ridiculously high quality unique art, so many experimental peices with the unique format, and what got popular was a romance(kinda? I read a bit and I still can't tell what it's trying to be.) With an art style that isn't used a whole lot but also isn't like. The most beautiful thing ever? It's like. Chalk cell shading, which is interesting, admittedly, but not interesting enough to hold an entire comic, you know?

yeah its like. bizarre lol. im pretty sure it was even slated for an animated adaptation at some point? idk if thats still happening but its still weird it ever was

[hearts401]

im cringe but im free

these arent au designs more of a like,,, symbolic concept yk?

rambling under cut

evan:

moth. idk what made me pick moth but maybe its how innocent they are. they're counterparts of a bug that is unversally beloved, and they are quieter, only come out at night, and are more liekly to be killed. they are the butterfly's quiet cousin who gets twice the bullshit

and also, nocturnal animals suit evan. creeping around in the night and hiding away in the day, yk?

elizabeth:

ladybugs are loved and considered lucky. i mean, its bad luck to kill a ladybug, right?

the peak of innocence, and if u kill it, you have bad luck.

also they have all black eyes which is smth my cousin told me earlier and like... so i gave her rlly soulless eyes. nothing behind em

michael:

im forever biased so he has the most thought put into him.

spider-infested foxy mask... thats connected to william of course. but michael doesnt have six (i only put 6 cuz its easier to draw) eyes? well this concept is from evans point of view. the moment mihcael puts that mask on, he might as well be a spider just like his father. also spiders are predators, while ladybugs and moths are not (afaik)

but underneath that mask he is a moth caught in the spider's web. he cant get away, and frankly he doesnt know how to. so he puts the mask on, he accepts being a spider. after all, its much better to be the one catching than to be the one caught

finally, william.

he has a sad excuse for moth-like antenna, that more resemble rabbit ears, as well as a rabbits face marking on his abdomen(?) that is reminiscent of a black widow's mark. he is the one in control of the web, and his children are his victims as well as any unlucky others who step foot into his lair.

he is the predator, they are the prey, trapped in his web of lies and bullshit and evil.

thats corny but you know what im saying

idk i scribbled these down and im going to bed now lol i just wanted to share these bc the idea struck me