#~ mutuals!♡☆

[candieduranium]

rb to affectionately throw a crumpled ball of paper at a mutual

[richyjerimovich]

“I meant nothing by it, Sydney. Saying 'sweetheart' is just part of our Italian heritage.” THE BEAR, 1.01 "System"

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•★ SAKAMOTO DAYS E03 ☆ NAGUMO YOICHI ★•

dedicated to Lyn (@courtesanofdeath) ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

[yoursweetdxll]

HI HIIII KURO

Can I request Academic Rival x Male Reader?

The academic rival, let’s call him Alistair, gets jealous upon watching the reader be all cutesy on a date with a member of the football team

Cue an angry, foul-mouthed confession from Alistair. THEN cue an equally foul-mouthed session of cock sucking (courtesy of throat goat reader), to the point where the reader have fully turned the table on Alistair and reduced him to a shaking, whining mess.

Rivals..?

ofc you can lovelyy

Rivals to lovers(?) Rivals to fuck buddies(?),Not proofread, I don't remember the rest I'm so fried rn, kinda ass don't jump me

How did you even end up in this situation? You were down on your knees deep in your rivals, Alistair, legs sucking his dick?!?! "ff-fuckk your m-mouth is so ttight.. " As he kept babbling on about how good your throat felt you were recalling how you even got to this point. You we're on a date with Devlin, the linebacker of the team, and you two were having a pretty good time he bought you lunch and you two were just walking around when... Alistair came out of nowhere looking pretty pissed.. And he started yelling on and on about something you don't remember and when you yelled back at him he just grabbed you ignoring your protest and threw you in the nearest restroom stall and kissed you...? The both of you started slowing making out completely forgetting about the screaming match you both we're having. And as the make out session got more and more heated you lost your train of thought when you heard him whining. "m-mmh.. why did you stop.. more please.. I want more of your warm sweet mouth on me...please I'll do anythi-" before he could let him get another word out of his sentence you deep throated his thick cock all the way down to put yourself nose deep in his dark oh so sweet pubes. "OH FUCK OH n-NGHH FFFUCK♡ " his sultry moans just make you suck on him faster and harder. As you kept sucking you felt his dick twitching in your mouth. You then popped his cock out of your mouth and started giving him a sweet handjob with your warm hands. "mm-mh c-c-cumming..! C-CUMMING♡ " he says as he cums all over your face. His sweet substance has a little bit of a salty taste but, nothing you wouldn't get used to. As you licked the cum off your hands you swear you saw his dick twitch again as he looked down on you. "You know if you wanna go again, we should go some place more quiet.. And, you know. Clean. " After saying that without letting him even answer you drag him out the bathroom stalls and too your car. You two have a very long night ahead of you. <3

someone ban me from writing smut I can't do this I'm so bad at it

anyway tiny taglist !

@darlingminjin @mailmango

yeah that's it and be ready for two specials coming up hurrayy ! <3

[godricgryffinsnore]

Dellaaaa hi my loveeeeee! Hope you are well and hope you've been having a great day so far!! Just wanna drop an idea here, up to you to write it out - but I've been thinking a lot about professional Quidditch player James and reader is interviewing him. He's all friendly and flirty with his answers and I just - swoooon at the thought of him giving out flirty answers to interviews.

Sending you lots of love, angel! mwaaa~

Bludgers and Butterflies ♡ : A James Potter Fan Fiction.

pairing : James Potter x fem!reader

summary : When a charming Quidditch star meets a shy but witty journalist during an interview, playful banter turns into something far more magical—proving that sometimes, all it takes is one conversation to change everything.

warnings : Extreme fluff, Mild suggestive flirting, Excessive charm from James Potter, Heart-melting romantic declarations, Potential swooning, (Proceed with caution—side effects may include giggling, blushing, and uncontrollable smiling.) Please let me know if I missed any.

author's note : English is not my first language, so please forgive me for any grammatical errors or spelling errors. Re-blogging is completely fine with me, but please don't copy my work. I love you all. Enjoy <3.

della's note : I am utterly delighted to write about Professional Quidditch Player James Potter—because honestly, who wouldn’t be?! The man’s got that messy hair, golden-boy charm, and enough flirt energy to power the entire Hogwarts castle. Writing this felt like sipping hot cocoa while being serenaded by a broomstick-riding flirt with a heart of gold. Huge thanks to Miko for requesting this—you’ve sparked a very fluffy daydream and filled it with smirks, blushes, and a whole lot of James Potter magic. 💫💛 Hope you enjoy, my love <3 and THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!!!

word count : 1k

main master list <3

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The lights of the press room glared down like a thousand eyes—unblinking, expectant, and annoyingly hot. James Potter leaned back in his chair with the practiced ease of someone who’d spent a lifetime being watched, admired, and occasionally tackled mid-air by Bulgarian Beaters.

And then she walked in.

Not the league president, not the publicist, not even the press coordinator with his eternal clipboard. Her. The interviewer.

She wasn’t wearing anything extraordinary—just a smart set of robes, ink-stained fingers, and the softest little smile. But Merlin, did she shine. Like a Snitch in sunlight. Like a poem whispered at midnight. Like the exact kind of trouble James would gladly fall headfirst into without a helmet.

He straightened up at once.

“Mr. Potter,” she greeted, offering her hand, her voice a melody dipped in honey and ink.

“Call me James,” he said, shaking it and wondering if she could hear the way his heart was currently conducting a Quidditch match in his chest. “Or future love of your life, if you prefer.”

She blinked. Laughed. Tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Are you always this forward with journalists?”

“Only the ones who look like they walked out of my daydreams.”

Merlin’s pants, was that too much? He cursed internally. But she just gave him that shy little smile again—the one that felt like a bludger to the ribs.

They sat, and she brought out her quill. “Let’s begin. How does it feel to be the youngest Chaser to ever win the British-Irish League?”

James pretended to ponder. “Honestly? It feels like the world is conspiring to impress you.”

She let out a snort, quickly masked by a cough. “Stick to the sport, Mr. Potter.”

“Fine,” he said, grinning. “It feels good. Like scoring the winning goal while your mum’s in the stands and your dad’s pretending not to cry.”

She scribbled something down, cheeks tinged pink. “And what motivates you during high-pressure matches?”

“You.”

She looked up.

“Alright,” he amended with a smirk, “you and the sheer fear of getting smacked in the face by a rogue Quaffle. But mostly you.”

“I’m going to write that down, you know,” she warned, though the blush on her cheeks betrayed the storm he was starting in her heart.

“Please do. I want future generations to know that I fell for the girl who asked me about high-pressure matches and accidentally stole my soul.”

The interview continued, filled with professional questions answered with entirely unprofessional charm. She tried to remain composed, she really did. But James watched her fidget with the edge of her parchment, bite the tip of her quill, smile without meaning to.

By the end, she was flustered, flattered, and more than a little amused.

“Well,” she said, packing her things. “That’s all for today.”

James stood with her, his hand grazing hers by accident—or fate.

“Wait,” he said. “Before you go. Can I ask you something completely un-sport-related?”

She tilted her head. “Go on.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, his voice dropping just a little. “Can I have your number?”

She laughed—really laughed this time. And then, with a sigh that sounded like it carried every secret wish she’d ever had, she handed him a tiny piece of parchment with her name and contact information. A soft, shy smile bloomed on her lips.

James stared at it, then at her, as if he’d just been handed the map to every dream he didn’t know he had.

“This is it,” he said softly, to no one and everyone. “This is the woman I’m going to spend my entire waking life with.”

Her eyes widened. “You just met me.”

“I know,” he said, already breathless with devotion. “But I’ve caught Snitches in storms and played with broken fingers. And nothing has ever felt more right than you standing in front of me with ink on your hands and that smile on your lips.”

She smiled wider, a little dazed, a little delighted, and before she could reply, he stepped back like he’d fall even deeper if he stayed a moment longer.

── .✦

Later that night, James flopped onto his bed and pressed his enchanted mirror to his lips.

“Sirius.”

It took three seconds before Sirius Black’s face appeared, his hair a mess and his expression suspicious.

“Did you get hexed again?”

“No,” James said, a smile creeping onto his face, softer than clouds and warmer than Butterbeer. “I met someone.”

Sirius blinked. “What, like a fan?”

“No. Her.” James stared at the ceiling, dreamy and dazed. “She interviewed me today. And I swear, Pads, it was like flying without a broom. I’ve never felt something like this.”

“You’ve known her for five minutes,” Sirius deadpanned.

“I know, but—her smile, mate. It could unseat gravity. I made her laugh. She blushed. She gave me her number. And the second she did, I just knew. I want to be by her side. I want to see that smile every day. I want to be the one she talks to when she’s tired and when she’s happy and when her tea’s gone cold.”

Sirius stared at him like he’d been confunded.

“You’re not joking.”

James shook his head. “I never believed in love at first sight, but just one glance at her, and I felt like—like I’m home.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then Sirius grinned. “You’re completely gone.”

James sighed, lovestruck. “Completely.”

And for once, Sirius didn’t tease. He just nodded.

“Then go get her, mate. Go find your home.”

[dolcecuore]

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[wondrluv]

frat!fwb!luke my beloved…

thinking about you two being at a frat party (of course) and luke is absolutely HAMMERED. and while it’s normal for him to be all over you, he’s being a bit more gushy than usual, telling you how he loves you so much and wants you to officially be his forever and you’re just laughing it off like “you’re drunk.” knowing damnnn well you want to be his equally as bad, but is it worth potentially ruining your relationship with him that you have now???

screamimg crying throwinf up.

YES OMG JUNI I LOVEEEEE YOU

okay so

it was the weekend, meaning drinking to his heart's content was on the table since he had nowhere to go the next day and nothing to do. you kept an eye on him like always because drunk luke was always an adventure.

after his last drink, you had to keep him with you at all times because you knew he would keep downing them especially if the other boys kept handing them to him.

you dragged him upstairs and his arms are wrapped loosely around you, his cheeks tinged pink from the heat and curls messy and damp. he's rambling about something, but you are unsure due to the noise that flows through the house.

once you've gotten him into his room and placed him on his bed, he tugged you into his lap, burying his head in your neck, "i love you."

you laughed softly, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, "i love you too lukes."

"no, i mean i'm in love with you. wanna make you mine, wanna be yours forever. just imagine it y/n." he pulls away, looking up at you with big, hazy eyes and a small pout.

you laugh again because you know how drunk he is and he has no clue as it what he's actually saying but deep down you want that too. to make it official between the two of you, no more having to tell your friends that the two of you are nothing more than best friends, no more having to listen to girls asking you if you're dating, no more having to watch said girls hang off of luke once you tell them you're not. you wouldn't tell him that ever, though.

he pouted even more as you continued to brush his words off, but you didn't say anything more, standing up and helping him out of his crumbled and sweaty clothes, handing him a pair of sweatpants before you changed into one of his t-shirts and curled up next to him in his bed.

[dearlyadoredfashion]

Do y'all look at the clock and think "Oh, it's like, 6am for (online) rn..." or are you normal?

[elixirfromthestars]

last photo & song ✨

you’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title…who/what is it?

Thank you for tagging me @arcane-vagabond !! 🫶🏼

So…um…I can explain 🫣 I’m listening to Tate McRae’s new album while working on making gifs for my blurb requests, and now I have ended up in a movie that is most certainly way out of my comfort zone 😅🩷

no pressure tags: @whatever-lmaoo @flowersforbucky @writing-for-marvel @marvelstoriesepic @elvenrin @thereoncewasagirlnamedjane

[candieduranium]

rb to throw a water balloon at a mutual

[bambiihee]

I HEARD BEOMGYU HARD THOUGHTS. YOU CALLED OUT TO ME !!!!

messing around w/ pretty boy buff beomgyu, teasing him but forgetting he can literally manhandle u now and when he does—picking u up and shoving you onto the bed, you’re eventually dripping and drooling while he fucks u from behind like his life depends on it and has you in a headlock, cheeks squished against the hard muscle of his biceps and your drool making it glisten 🤩

FUCCKKKKKK SMILESSSS

childhood bsf gyu who ur so used to being stronger than lmao !! when u were both younger you would always win the arm wrestles and the roughhousing but now he’s gotten so big and buff n u don’t know how to feel about it. where did ur cute little bestie go….

n beomgyu ofc thinks it’s SOOOO funny cos ur always so caught off guard when he picks you up and throws you around like u weigh nothing!! so he won’t stop teasing u grabbing u n carrying u and showing off,,, little does he know seeing his arms flex makes ur panties wet

messing around and playfully wrestling w him like u used to do as kids but now he can pin u down and toss u around so easily,,, grabbing ur wrists and locking them behind ur back and u can’t wriggle free,, ur laughing but he notices how ur clenching ur thighs together and whimpering when he towers over u…

UGHH BACKSHOTS W HIM PUTTING U IN A HEADLOCK one arm locking ur hands in place and the other wrapped around ur throat ,,,, i know hes so cocky and confident now ughhh the dirty talk goes insane

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•★ LINK CLICK S02 ✦ CHENG XIAOSHI & LU GUANG ★•

Sorry, Cheng Xiaoshi, I'm always telling you not to change the past, but I couldn't follow my own words. Even if I know that death is an unchangeable point, I still want to use the last chance to return to the beginning and save you.

dedicated to Nedzi (@inahochi), Happy Birthday! ♡(>ᴗ•)

[edenspoem]

i always see breeding kink + strapping but what about breeding kink + tribbing? ellie getting her juices in there and shit, acting as if she’s filling you up. then she pumps your combination of slick back inside you with her fingers and admires the way your pussy looks, wet with her cum.

(im not responsible for anything i say do not hold me accountable for this)

𓆩✧𓆪⋅ omfg breeding + tribbing w ellie? SIGN ME UP!! seriously— at the first fleck of pellucid orgasm that weeps from the bottom of her pussyline, ellie vice grips your hips like her very soul depends on its filling of her palms to retain her sanity, and drags an intent stroke of her clit up your folds, whine–groans so raspy when she feels her arousal spurt onto your pussy, "ughh, that's a good fuckinnn' pus— fuck.. take my fuckin' cum, god." folds her chin in to gape downwards in pure lustful concentration as her gropey hand settles off your hips and brushes over to her sloppy cunt, sticky with wisps of cum. ellie— being ellie, of course, rams three paired fingers in the opening of her folds, pushing the fat lips of skin around to gather her release, being the utmost blessed noise to ever cross your ears— fuck. then on, her scooping digits drift down and clump up in a wet stack, fingertips skirting your labia before they insert and stretch your entrance around her thickset trio, shoving directly near the bottom of your vagina, all while her intent eyes observe the way you take her. that feeling alone: stuffed n' chock full of her knuckles pumping the textured swell of your g–spot in languid circles inside you, as to brew together her cum, to have your pussy absorb it, to impregnate you— makes a moaner out of you, "mhhh, els'— give me your baby, don't fuckin'— don't fucking stop." you yearned, obsessively bad for this thing you otherwise couldn't concieve of so easily, ellie knew how maddenly you wanted to give her one, "i know babe, ellie knows." she assures, tender as an angel, slipping her fingers out to marvel upon her work stringing from your wet hole, cracking a hum–giggle at the way your pussy glistens with her cum, how it sows on the inside. enamored infinitely with those horny visions of future–you swollen with the slick coating your pretty folds now, a praise tugs from her cheeky smile, "that's my girl, my good fuckin' girl. god," scoffed she, proud of what she has brought about, right here on your daisy–fresh sheets, "c'mere, mama." and curls her entire torso down, tackling your face in a splurge of puckered kisses all over your amused expression. ♡

during the whole tribbing, she for sure humps her clit straight up against your hole sometimes. scissors you open and herself, making the two make contact, can also feel the hot throb of her clit bumping so hungry for you. whoopsie doops this was kinda long ౨ৎ

DAILY CLICK . IMPORTANT TLOU POST . PALESTINE INFO

[phlophobcs]

Ruby in season 4 - 1/22 4.01 LAZARUS RISING

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[wondrluv]

fratfwb!luke thought

y/n drinking more than she can handle one night at a party, and luke just taking care of her

okay no bc i definitely want to make this a fic (and maybe i will this weekend) but for now i shall spill some of my thoughts

it would be after a long week and all you want to do is unwind so you're friends are dragging you to the party and giving you drink after drink.

luke of course is hovering over you like a concerned boyfriend because he knows you're limit and even if you just have one drink he's driving or walking you back to your dorm.

after your however many-th drink, luke is taking you out to his truck and you're clinging onto him like your life depends on it. it takes him a while to detangle himself from your grasp and your pouting like a little kid the whole way home because you can't climb into his lap and cuddle him.

but eventually, the two of you arrive at your dorm and he's helping you change into one of his t-shirts he left there and a pair of sleep shorts before he changes into a pair of sweatpants.

he's not wearing a shirt so the whole time he's walking around your dorm your ogling him, watching as he takes a water bottle out from your mini fridge and fills a glass with it.

he's trying to get you to drink as much water as possible and then he's placing meds on your desk and another water bottle next to them for the morning when you wake up. he's sliding in behind you, pulling you flush against his chest and playing with your hair as you drift off to sleep.