#mutual in the inbox

[pinkfey]

vetted palestinian gfm in need of urgent support (10/03/24)

Ahmed's family's campaign has raised €976/€20,000. Ahmed is displaced in southern Gaza caring for his father and brothers while his wife is alone in the north with their fifteen-month-old daughter, Najah, under constant bombardment. They have lost a child before and live in anxiety and fear of never seeing one another again. Just a few days ago, Ahmed's encampment was bombed, and last night he received news their home in the north was destroyed. Any donations help support safe passage so the family can reunite. This campaign has been vetted and promoted by @/gaza-evacuation funds here. (contacted by @najah-meshal)

Eman's family's campaign has raised $1,305/$5,000. Eman is a science teacher and mother of five children; Nada (11), Rahaf (8), Sarah (5), Sham (3), and Zeina (9 months). They are struggling to find clean drinking water, survive the harsh climate, endure sickness, and are surviving on canned food. All donations are used to support their basic survival. This campaign has been vetted by association through Eman's sister Eslam here. (contacted by @emanfamily3)

Shaima's family's campaign has raised $2,179/$30,000. Shaima is a mother of four (Magdy, Walid, Abdel Rahim, and Amal) currently separated from her husband, who was across the border at the time of Israel's attack on Gaza. They have been displaced six times and are in desperate need to evacuate to Egypt to reunite and escape the genocide. Any funds will help secure their safety. This campaign has been vetted by association; information here. (contacted by @familygazaamal)

Mahmoud's family's campaign has raised $4,035/$40,000. While Mahmoud was able to evacuate to Egypt, his sister, Soha, her husband, Hassan, and their four children (Ahed, Mohammed, Majd, and Karim) are still in Gaza. They have been displaced seven times and now reside in a refugee camp, where conditions continue to worsen. Donations, through Mahmoud, support the family as they struggle to find stability. This campaign has been vetted by @/90-ghost here. (contacted by @ahed-family2)

Lama and Mohammed's campaign has raised $4,115/$10,000. Lama and Mohammed were forcibly displaced from Khan Younis to Rafah along with Mohammed's family of twelve; their house was destroyed in the winter. Lama is now pregnant and in need of care. All funds aid in securing their evacuation. This campaign has been vetted and promoted by @/gaza-evacuation-funds and vetted by association; information here. (contacted by @lamahourani7)

[cvnntagious]

early morning sex with babydaddy!matt after he “accidentally” ended up in your bed last night 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

:: brat!reader often wakes up to babydaddy!matt in her bed

arms slithered around you as you were coaxed out of your sleepy state, the sound of someone whispering in your ear with desperation and something hard pressing against your butt causing you to let out a confused groan. you were still tired from last night's activities, body a bit achy and sore.

that's when you heard a small whimper from behind you, causing your head to turn and your eyes to meet his. matt practically pouted, drinking in your beauty in your half-asleep state. "baby i need you," he rasped, practically grinding his bulge against your ass.

"m'tired..." you whispered, struggling to keep your heavy lids lifted as you yawned.

a small smile tugged at matt's plump lips, flipping the you both over gently so he was now hoovering over you. "lemme do the work then," he insisted, hand moving to lift the big t-shirt you'd fallen asleep in, exposing your bare pussy to him. he was just happy you'd decided you were too tired to put all your clothes back on last night, making it easier on him now.

your hand caught his wrist, head shaking slowly. "sore," you started, feeling the light cramping around your entrance, "and mazzy's in the next room."

matt chuckled, admiring how straightforward you were with him. his hand pulled back from you, moving to stroke himself for even just the slightest bit of relief. "we'll try something else then, yeah?" he asked, positioning his length abover your folds before looking to you for approval, "this okay?"

with a hesitant nod, your eyes closed, trusting that matt would never do anything to hurt you. he was ecstatic, rubbing his leaking tip along your wet folds to tease you (and him, really) almost immediately. a soft whimper escaped your lips when his cockhead ran over your puffy clit, causing matt's soft grin to widen.

your eyes remained closed, leaving matt in full control. "keep it quiet, m'kay?" he ordered in a sweet tone, moving his dick meticulously to spread your folds. he hoovered his thumb over his long shaft, keeping it in place as he began thrusting between your folds. when your eyes opened again and your jaw went slack at the newfound friction against your sensitive nerves, matt nee he was at least doing something right for you. "yeah— yeahh, s'kinda new, huh? y'like it?"

instantly, you nodded, unable to deny the immense pleasure washing over you at such a simple action. it was embarrassing, really, for both of you; the way you guys found such satisfaction without even barely doing anything. matt felt his orgasm coming on already, grunts escaping his lips with each slow stroke between your sopping folds.

it was like the soreness surrounding your cunt has completely disappeared, and suddenly you felt the urge to beg matt to fuck you... the right way. this was great, yeah, but you needed more. you needed to feel him deep inside you. your mouth opened to tell him just that—

"mommy," you heard a whine from the other room. matt immediately stopped with a small sigh, too afraid to continue on at the thought of ignoring mazzy and risking her hearing.

"let me fuck you later... please," matt whispered as he hopped off of you, immediately searching your room for his clothes.

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[p!link]

w/c : ?

a/n : i changed the ask a little to make it slightly more interesting imo, and sorry that this's a bit rushed :( i don't have much time to write rn but i wanted to answer this for you. divider by @issysh3ll

taglist : @chrissexygf @mattsnumberonehoe @m4ttsmunch @submattenthusiast @k4yd1 @strnilolover @bxtchboy69

[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

banners : @uzmacchiato and @cafekitsune

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.”

[luminique]

i feel as though lighter slowly integrates your products into his routine. something about smelling something like you really calms him down.

it starts small, just asking if he could also use your body soap. it’s not too overpowering, gives a good feeling of cleanliness to him. due to this, he’d also opt to using a more milder cologne. something that doesn’t smother him in a very musky, manly scent but rather a whiff of it right at the end.

then, he’d move on to the same laundry detergent. taking note of what brand and fragrance you’d buy when you’re restocking for your place. those nights when he can’t stay with you, he’s hugging a pillow tight. the soft scent of the detergent you use clouding his busy mind, but something felt off. he’ll figure it out tomorrow at your place, for now he just needed the sleep.

after much courage, he’d ask you to style his hair. an excuse to have your fingers run through it, but also to know what products that kept your hair looking so shiny and nice. he’d sit on the floor, eyes closed with his lips turning up in bliss, as you’d twist and fluff up his hair with the creams and oils you’d use.

he thinks you haven’t caught on. the girls clearly know what he’s doing. it’s plain as day that he just wants to be reminded of you even when you’re away. it’s a little off putting to them when they think you’ve come over but its just. lighter. his bedsheets, his jackets, and especially his scarf. even without you, he can clearly see your smile when he buries his nose in his scarf. he just smells like you, every part of him.

[mellohiizz]

Am I allowed tohave a little kenadian please? I love ur art and Ken is certifiably silly I accept any Ken doodle you conjure up ^^

so you're telling me this cat debunked and escaped my prison?

[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.

[reactionimagesdaily]

[tomatoart]

Stopped drawing as much in September bc my tablet got broken and im still not drawing as much as I’d like to, but i definitely see improvement :] ! Anatomy is becoming so much more fun, finding details to accentuate especially! Tysm for everyone sticking around while I floundered a bit this year with activity, but im so grateful!!🥫🩵💛❤️

[fatliberation]

A message from a close friend of mine: ❤️

Hi everyone! I am raising funds for my best friend & chosen family member Eli Arrington. Eli was recently discharged from the hospital with a diagnosis of Guillain-Barré Syndrome, a rare neurological and autoimmune condition. Eli will be attending frequent outpatient therapy appointments (physical, occupational, mental health) and various other appointments including primary care and neurology as they work to regain mobility and strength on the long road to recovery.

Eli is unable to drive and their family works full-time outside of the house, so they cannot provide rides to appointments. Funds will be used for transportation via Lyft or Uber for them and their mobility aid to and from 3-5 medical and mental health appointments a week.

Eli cares deeply for their community and loves us well. I am hoping we can give them the same kindness and care they give others during this hard time. Eli has held my hand and the hands of many other friends through life-changing challenges. Please help us give back to our chosen family, community member, and friend during their own life-altering health crisis. No amount is too small. Please share this fundraiser with everyone you can. Thank you!

I know Eli personally, they are a wonderful human being. ❤️ Please help me support my community! No donation is too small.

[jamieannmason]

How do I tell you that I loveeeee your pretty eyes and that smile melts me, while your posts make me go feral.

I think you did a pretty good job with your ask!!😉🥰🥰🥰

Thank you so much for the compliments, and I hope you have a wonderful day!!🫂💋🥰🥰

[crowttore]

The finished bookmarks currently in my possession - been working towards making all Fontaine characters, just to have some sort of sense of accomplishment >w<

As always, pixel art patterns by docariadraw

[sto2ry]

“give me reasons we should be complete” 　　.　˚ 　.　⟡

⟡　.　˚ 　.　 “you should be with him, i can't compete”

[mellohiizz]

melmel

can i just say that every time i see new parrotx2 art coming from you i feel like kicking my legs in the air and giggling

he's so so pretty, you draw him so fucking pretty melmel

giggling. i know you really like him, kady. i'm glad you enjoy my stupid bird, i actually really enjoy drawing him.

here's another unfinished drawing i did while watching the episode yesterday :3c

[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.

[tiredbread]

sweet sixteen

[pseudophan]

phannies LOVE speaking in absolutes, i just saw back to back tweets of "obviously no one is actually taking that averageharry anecdote seriously we're just pretending because it's funny" and "phannies are so autistic we really just believe anything about dan and phil even if it's insane" like guys i think maybe it depends