#*Inhales deeply* Aaahh

[capturecharlesau]

Can my illness be cured?

This doesn’t have a good ending :( Hope ya like it! :D

Characters: Accordion and Violin belongs to @bluetorchsky

Characters: Jay Benson and Scottie Anderson belongs to @jaytoons7

My OC Danny Felizima belongs to me! :D

A curious fox kid was walking down the hallway picking up papers that he accidentally dropped on the floor. He anxiously tried to pick up the papers and put them in order for Chief Reginald. “Ah…come on…” Jay was met with footsteps in front of him and looked up, “Jay? Do you need help?” Oh it was just Danny he sometimes freaks Jay out by the way he just sometimes appears from the shadows. “T-Thank you… are you…feeling ok Dan? He saw the pink suited man was shivering which is impossible because it’s the middle of summer and there’s no way he’s ACTUALLY feeling cold. “I-I’m f-fine… I just want to make sure you are ok is all….” Jay looked at Danny with suspicion and decided to “play along” with his little game as he invites him to walk with him as he delivers the papers to the chief. Jay knocks on the door and enters Reginald’s office. “Here you go sir!” he says as he places the papers gently on his desk. “T-Thank y-you… y-you may have the rest o-of t-the day off…” It appears Reginald is very busy typing on his computer so Jay grabbed Danny by his shoulder and dragged him through the doors.

“Hey! Where are you dragging me I only agreed to join you on this trip to deliver the papers!” said Danny “I have things to do you know!” Jay ignored Danny’s complaints and dragged him to the cafeteria and pushed Danny to sit on one of the seats and deeply inhales and says “…..What’s wrong?” The Italian man eyed him as he was very conflicted “Nothing’s wrong with me! I’m just feeling a little under the weather!” Jay rolled his eyes in frustration and whistled for Scottie to come in from the kitchen “What do you need Jay?” said Scottie as he was sharpening his butcher knife. “Danny boy won’t tell us what’s wrong with him! I mean just look at him! He’s shivering and shaking, he looks dead tired, and—!!” Jay then touches Danny’s forehead “—and now he has a fever!” said Jay now looking with concern.

Scottie kneeled down and inspect Danny’s face “Hmm…” he used his COLD butcher knife to lift Danny’s chin and maneuvered around to see his face completely “ You seem to be sick maybe the flu? Don’t worry I know a cure!” said Scottie as he pulled out a much bigger knife!! “AAAHH!!! DIO MIO!!!” screamed Danny. Scottie then shouts “ALRIGHT VIRUS! COME OUT OF THERE OR I’LL MAKE YOU COME OUT—!!!” “I THINK— I think scaring the virus is not a good way to cure a patient Scot hehe…” Jay meekly remarked. “….your right it needs to be sharper—!” Danny then interrupts Scottie “GUYS!…. Listen I don’t need help I’m fine… honest!”. “And what be alone? What are you going to do anyway? You need help! We are here to help you…” reclaimed Scottie. “….Why would you do that? Why would you ever care about me?…” Danny’s eyes watered “No one ever cares about me… or how I feel… Look i’m just jealous of you guys ok!?”

“J-Jealous!? W-Why would you be—!?” Jay was then interrupted. “It’s just—!…The way you, Scottie, Accordion, and Violin… and C-Crusher communicate and hang out with each other makes me feel….. left out….I-I feel like a terrible person f-for feeling l-like this…for thinking like this…I sometimes want to kill you guys since my jealousy is so strong…but I don’t because I-I’m a good person…!” Danny looks down at the floor “At least…I think I am…. These intrusive thoughts have been killing me! I can’t sleep! That’s why I’m so sick—*COUGH* *cough*….” Jay and Scottie silently looked at each other not knowing how to react this was all so sudden. Danny was so scared Scottie and Jay were judging him, cursing at him, think that he’s….he’s overreacting!! Stop it! Stop it! His thoughts were coming back!! Everyone hates him!! No one loves him!! It’s all….

…………It’s all a—

LIE!!!!

Danny found himself hyperventilating as the room went dizzy he couldn’t see anything cause of the tears and felt nauseous. Bottle them in… bottle them in…Don’t let them see….Don’t let them know… Danny shakily inhaled as he gathered little energy left to exit the cafeteria without saying a word…. “Wait!! Danny please come back!!” screamed Jay. Accordion and Violin were walking down the hallway as they saw Danny speed walk past them “Hello there Danny! What brings…” Danny kept walking past them and didn’t say a word “….” The couple eyed him suspiciously as it seemed Danny quickly rushed to the restroom; the couple heard crying and coughing from inside and looked at each other concerned. Violin knocked on the door gently and said “Hey… are you ok in there…?” Danny then slowly opened the door a little and then said with a shaky voice… “P-please…I-I need to a-ask you s-something…” “Of course… what is it?” said Accordion.

Danny then whispered with a trembling voice “Can…. Can my illness be cured?…..”

[sbnkalny]

*inhales deeply* aaahh, the tangy and sugary smell of burnt snow.

[thicksimpx]

Nanami Kento x Reader (JJK)

Warnings: mature content, mature language, oral sex, facefucking

Art Credits to @/ArtofNeight on Twitter

You sigh on the way home wishing your man didn’t have to work today and could’ve came with you. Even without him saying anything it was always better to have him there silently next to you as you got your nails done. The woman would all stare in awe surprised at a man patiently sitting there waiting for his woman to be done and paying as you left.

“I hope he likes them” you sigh slamming the car door and walking towards your home.

“Babe!” You shout closing the door behind you, “you home yet?”

“Yeah, I’m in my office” he spoke calmly. Excitedly you throw your bags down and run up the stairs bussing through the door of his office to see him sitting as his desk with a mug to his lips as he was reading a book.

"Look daddy, I got my nails done to match your tie this time" you gush holding out you hand in front of you as you sat on his lap.

"Mmm, nice" he hums uninterestedly.

"Babe, " you sigh off his lap and onto your knees in front of him. "I want you to tell me you to like them, I got them done specially for you" you pout looking up at him.

"Okay" he sighs putting his book down.

You slide your hands up his thighs and further up until you reach the button and zipper of his slacks. He quickly puts his book down finally realizing what you were doing lifting his hips so you can tug his pants and his boxers down enough for his dick to hang out.

It always amazing you how blessed he his with his dick a tad bit longer than your face and so thick you have a hard time wrapping your hand around it.  You look up at him from between his legs as you spit into your palm, listening to him deeply inhale and exhale as you grabbed the base of his dick slowly.

You stroke him painfully slow, feeling his dick throbbing and twitching in your hold.

"Y/- y/n" he whines lowly eyes wide pleading for you to pick up the pace. While keeping eye contact with him you slide the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. Slowly you slide your mouth down a bit below the tip  lightly sucking on it before popping off.

"Babe .." he groans letting out the breathe he was holding. You smirk and continue stroke him slowly leaning over letting your drool slide down his dick to the base where your hand rested.

"Kento, all I asked was for you to tell me you like them. I didn't even ask for you to come with me. Atleast tell  me their pretty. " you pout spreading the drooling all over his dick picking up the pace of your strokes. You bring your mouth back to his dick sliding our mouth all the way down into your mouth with your nose being tickled by his blonde little hairs.

"Aaahh-fu, yes princess they're pretty." He moans. You swallow around him and pop off his dick again to smile at home.

"Are they really?" You ask teasing him licking down his dick to his balls enjoying the look of distress on his face.

"Fuuuuuck y/n god damn" he grunts leaning standing up making you fall back a bit. Grabbing your hair he leans down pressing a rough kiss to your lips before standing up straight. "Open up" he says lowly tapping his dick on your lips. You adjust your self to be in a more comfortable position  on your knees and pace your hands on his thighs opening your mouth wide ready to take him.

Tightening his grip on your hair he slowly slides his dick into your mouth.  You closed your mouth smiling around it and moaned, pressing your tongue against the bottom of his and letting the vibrations flow through him.

"fuck ahh, that feels so good, your mouth feels fucking amazing." Nanami pants out sinking further into your mouth. You look up feeling your chest warm and cunt clinch at the sight of his blissful face while he slowly pulls his hips back and sink back into your mouth to the base a few times to check your gag reflex. When you didn’t gag he added his other hand to your hair gripping as hard as he could to mee you still while he eagerly thrusted into your mouth.

The wet sounds and sloppy 'glurks' from your throat only egged him on more as he thrust faster into your mouth with his head held back and balls slapping your chin. You nails dig into his thighs as tears prickle the corners of your eye Everytime he hits the back of your throat but you refuse to stop him. Seeing him like this, so out of character and rough, always turns you on. You blink back the tears humming around his dick feeling his legs trembling under you hands.

“Goddamn, babe-” he moans looking down at your now tear stained face taking notice of the drool dripping down your chin onto your dress. “You’re so beautiful. You- your nails are amazing. The-they match my tie—” he says between thrust.

When he pulls his hips back you quickly slide you hand up grabbing his dick to stroke and bob your head in unison with his thrust.

“Fuck , fuck, I’m going to—” he groans as he cums in your mouth hips stuttering feeling you swallow as you stroke and suck ever drop out of him. Once you finally release him from your mouth you lick the tip swirling you tongue around him making him shiver and let him go. You don’t bother to wipe your face, squeezing your legs together feeling your juices smear on your inner thighs too focused on how you’re going to get him to the bedroom to fuck on him.

Nanami sits back down and reaches forward slipping his fingers into your hair at the back of your neck pulling you forward into a soft kiss forcing you to straddle him. Pulling away from the kiss he looks down and back up at you.

“What?” You ask looking away shyly.

“You’re not wearing anyway panties, I can feel how soaked you are “ he smirks caressing your cheek. “Bed or desk?” You ask biting you lip.

“Desk”

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Y’all know I love him 😫😫 I’ll swallow this man whole if I could 🥵🥵 I’m sweating Omgg

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[burnedbyshoto]

Strangers

aizawa shouta x fem!reader

word count: 1,611

warnings: smut, cunnilingus, bondage, switch reader and aizawa, dick riding

a/n: this is my first ever official smut with aizawa BAHAAHHAAH. they’re strangers btw..so yeah we love being a person who can’t think of creative titles

What you didn’t expect was for your cherry knot party trick to make a man interested in you like this.

Your lips smashed against a stranger in a drunken passion. your chest heaving as he pinned you to his apartment door with his body, his hands searching for the right key. Your hands tightly grasping his hair preventing him from looking at the keys in his hand.

Your mouth is still on his as the door opens, and you let him walk you in backward. Your body stumbling as your small step sizes are greatly overpowered by his long strides.

His hands grasp your hips as he guides you, and you can only assume he closes the door with his foot. You can’t even get your shoes off your feet as he picks you up off the ground. His tongue coaxing your mouth to open as you wrap him in your arms.

His stubble scrapes against your chin as he let him guide you through the dark hallways. “Do I get to know your name?” He asks against your lips.

Your hands are on his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. Your lips separate for the first time since you began making out. Your breathe hitches at the sights of his toned body. If you had to guess, he was a Pro-Hero or semi-gym junky.

You trail your eyes back up onto his face, his eyes bloodshot, drunk, and full of lust. You laugh a bit as you wrap your arms around his neck, your lips back on his. “It’s sexier not knowing each other's names…” You whisper, suckling on his lower lip.

The low moan that escapes his lips turns you on, and you wiggle your shoes off your feet. The impact of the fall muted by the whine in your throat as his hand comes and gropes your chest.

His hand squeezed tightly around your breast. The sudden feeling had you distracted with the sensations that pulsed through you. You were aware of the fact that he was walking in long strides to a room. He tossed you onto a bed, and you were quick to start removing your dress.

You grinned at as the man quickly pulls off his pants, they pool to the floor. You can’t help the small moan as you stare at his well-built body. God, how were you so lucky?

You throw aside your own dress. Revealing a black lacy set you owned.

You watch as he starts walking over, but you extend a single leg, keeping him at a legs distance. He chuckles as he drags a few fingers down the inner side of your thighs. You inhale sharply at the touch. You were too horny for foreplay it seemed.

“Were you expecting something like this to happen?” He asks you, a curious, lustful smile on his face.

“I am a fucking catch,” You agree, your eyes closing as his lips leave scratchy kisses on your legs. In the state of growing pleasure, the man grabs your other leg, pulling you in.

You eyes are wide as you stare at him. A smirk on his face as he grinds his clothed dick onto your lacy black panties. “Although, I do agree. You are a catch, I want them off.” He states his fingers hooking under the waistband.

You laugh, allowing him to remove the underwear as he throws them onto his own pile of clothes. You arch an eyebrow as he shrugs, “I think I deserve a trophy to remember you by...”

Opening your mouth, ready to tell him off for already stealing your clothes. His hand shoves you onto the mattress, and his mouth is too close. “Do you mind?” He asks you, and you feel yourself shaking against him. Knowing what he’s doing next.

“Do, it.” You breathe sharply. “Pussy.”

His eyes lock on yours, a fire in them that wasn’t there before. You knew he was a dom. It was evident in the way he carried you around this entire night! But this would be the last time he was the one doing what he wanted, it was your turn next.

Your thoughts are interrupted as his warm tongue gently, almost teasingly licks in-between your sex. A gasp is stuck in your throat as his warm tongue laps within you.

Your legs clench around his head on instinct. Further intensifying the scratching of his cheeks on your skin. His thumb moving to press down on your clit.

Screams are muffled by your hands as his tongue swirls within you. His thumb is still relentless against your throbbing bud. The physical aspects of your desire most likely now seeping out as the man moans into your sex. The vibrations on his tongue further stimulating you.

“Oh my god, yes--aaahh--yes!” You shout, your back arching off the bed as you clutch his hair, pulling him further into your sex.

Your legs shake violently as he begins to suck harshly onto your clit. His fingers and mouth efficiently trading places as your hips roll against his hand. “Yes, like that! Yes, yes, yes!” You pant as the fire in your belly is reaching all the way to the tips of your toes.

Toes curled, you bite hard on your lip. Your orgasm moments away.

He pulls away without warning, a proud smirk on his face.

Your juices shining softly on his mouth, and he sucks on his finger. The lusting and embarrassed moan escapes your lips as he climbs on top of you kissing you.

You can taste yourself on his tongue, the sweetness of your desire as your hand moves to grip his dick.

A hiss escapes his lips as you take control, moving to slam him onto the mattress instead.

“You don’t happen to have bondage, do you?” You whisper into his ear, your hand still palming him through his underwear.

Sputtered gasps escape his mouth, his head nodding.

“Where is it, baby?” You ask again, your teeth nibbling against his earlobe.

He points a shaky finger at a roll of cloth by his bedside, and you smirk as you grab it. You frown as confusion circulates in your thoughts. It’s not rope, nor is it fabric. It’s a lot heavier than most fibers, but the waiting sigh reminds you right now is not the time. You could ask later.

You tie his hands, nearly impressed at how much easier it was with this fabric. Tying it to the bedpost, you grinned at the black-haired beauty as you removed your bra, and then his underwear. You delight in the fact that his dick springs out heavenly. It’s an impressive size, and definitely thicker than you’ve had before. “Now, should I ride you? Or suck your dick?” You ask as you straddle his torso. Your eyes glancing back to his slightly twitching cock.

“Ride me, fuck.” He snaps, not at all impressed at his current position now that he could think better.

The delighted, yet dark giggle that comes from you causes the man to deeply inhale, and he watches as you tease him. You press his dick along your slit, ignoring your aching sex as you coat his dick with you.

“I swear--fuck.” He hisses, his hands jerking as far as the restraint will allow him. You’re completely surrounding him now. Like the man, you were experiencing the same level of euphoria at finally having him within you.

“You’re soo fucking big!” You moan as your hips gently rock back and forward. You were choosing to ignore the pain that came with being stretched out this much. “You got me feeling like a virgin...”

“Shit...” He gasps as you when you rock forward, your roll your hips in figure eights. “You’re so damn tight.”

“You’re making me... shit... you’re making me blush!” You giggle as you give him a testing bounce, your eyes studying his reaction. The way his eyes roll to the back of his head. His hands almost limp in the restraints telling you immediately he liked the bounce more than a hip roll.

So, you continued. The bounces on his dick becoming continuous. Rhythmic. His hips within time matching your pace, and your cry is sensuous as it leaves your lips. The way his dick prodding against your walls making you see stars.

“Yes, like that.” He grunts as the speed and forces you're entering him in is fast and hard. You’re almost out of breath as you can feel your walls spasming quickly. The coil in you tightening, more and more. “Say my name...” He moans as his hips are now outpacing yours.

“I don’t know your--”

“Aizawa!”

“Fuck, we weren’t--!” You scream in protest, but the way he’s fighting you for dominance while being tied up is making your sanity slip. You’re slipping now, the heat in your toes blazing as you concede. You sob his name. “Aizawa! Oh my, fuck, oh, my gOD!”

Without anything else, you came undone. Your walls are in a vice grip around his aching dick as you came around him. You gasp at the continued feeling of him spilling his seed within you.

You take staggering gasps, falling off him. Your chest heaving as you try gathering your breath. Aizawa... that was a cute last name.

You turned to look at Aizawa who was completely out of the bonds somehow. Your mouth went to question it, but you’re silenced by a kiss.

A kiss that’s not supposed to happen because this is a hookup, but it makes your heart rate pick up.

And as the man--Aizawa--pulls away there’s only one thing left for you to say.

“I’m y/l/n.”

[yuu-says]

“Give me your hand. Can you feel how my heart beats fast? This is because of you.” for misumi? 😳👉👈💫

Hhhhhhh thank you for requesting!!! Tho I haveto admit- Misumi’s slightly harder to write for than I expected /laughs/ I hopeyou enjoy none the less!!! And thank you for the wait!!! ;; 7 ;; ) /

Forsome reason, the triangle loving weirdo – as Sakyo lovingly called him – wasquiet.

Tooquiet in fact.

It all started when ________ went to the Mankaidorm to drop something off for their friend.

“Aaahh! ________-chan, good morning!!” he beamed– a wide grin on his face when he spotted the familiar (h/c) walking towardstheir dorms. The teen was quick to stand, gently taking the items stacked intheir arms as if it weighed nothing as his friend laughed.

“Good morning, Misumi! Were you talking to Tamaagain?” nodding towards the white kitten behind him, ______ grinned – hisenergy infectious just as his smile was. The actor excitedly nodded,practically bouncing with energy as he spoke.

“I was asking her if she’d seen any trianglestoday! Ne,  you wanna go triangle huntingwith me today?” with the way he was looking at them – all sparkly-eyed andexcited ( much like a puppy, they noted ) – it was hard for _______ to say no.Thankfully, they didn’t have to.

“Sure! But we’ll have to give this stuff toIzumi first, then we can go,”

“Okay!!”

And so began their adventure of looking forMisumi’s triangle.

_______ tried their best to keep up with theblue-haired teen, his energy off the charts in comparison to their own but hekept them entertained enough that it wasn’t much of a problem for the (H/c) tobe dragged around as such.

When the sun had settled on the horizon –painting the skies a decadent mixture of reds, oranges and purples, the pairalso settled themselves at a park near the station. Soft breeze blew by as thetwo ate their triangle-shaped ice cream; indulging themselves in the taste ofit and in the comfortable silence that had settled since they sat there.

“Hey (nickname)…” Misumi mumbled, breaking thesilence that _______ had since become accustomed to. Humming, the (h/c) avertedtheir gaze from the setting sun to the quiet boy next to them, taking in theway the painting in the sky decorated his skin a beautiful warm shade oforange.

Misumi was staring at his feet, playing with thestick of his finished ice-cream as his eyes glazed over with somethingunreadable to his friend. Confused, __________ reached their hand towards his,carefully taking one of his hands away from the stick he was holding; thewarmth that came from doing so snapping the blue-haired boy out of histhoughts.

A pleasant grin appeared on his face, the actornow turning his body so that he can look at them fully.

“Is something wrong…?” Misumi shook his head,the smile on his face softening just a tiny bit.

“Do you trust me?”

“Is there a reason I shouldn’t?” _________managed to stifle a laugh, a smile slowly forming on their face despite theirworry – his energy was contagious. The actor shook his head, a laugh escapingfrom his lips and he firmly gripped their hand, locking their fingers togetheras he looked them straight in the eye.

“Then, give me your hand,, okay?”not knowing what he was going to do, _______ could only nod – watching theirfriend curiously. With their permission now in his grasp, Misumi inhaled deeplyand exhaled slowly – steeling the nerves running through his entire body beforehe disentangled their hands. He bit the inside of his cheek, pressing the(h/c)’s hand to his chest firmly, his beating heart drumming at a faster ratethan usual.

“…Can you feel how myheart beats fast?” Misumi spoke slowly, eyes fluttering from thesight of their hand pressing against his heart to their face – gauging theirexpression. Laughing, he leaned backwards slightly – still keeping their handpressed against him as he grinned.

“Thisis because of you, ______!”

[delicrieux]

my little world

PAIRING: felix rosier x reader

summary: (name) has finally graduated Hogwarts and has invited some close friends to celebrate!

this is a concontion i’ve created by combining sevral requests and @wispila ‘s beautiful art:   Helloo,, can I request a fic of Felix Rosier (aaahh sorry, a lot of people are probably requesting for him, but the way you portrayed him extremely caught my heart) If possible, just a little one shot, after Felix' graduation from hogwarts and mc would write to him during summer and eventually, they go out exploring the muggle world, and going out on dates. They're supposed to lay off magic because (this must be corny but,) the magic is already their love for each other ??? / plz plz plz some felix x mc cuteness!!! / Hello! Love your felix x mc fics. Can you maybe write more? Maybe something after mc graduates Hogwarts?

a/n: the letters are my favorite part to write. also, the bit abt the russian scarf: i actually saw this girl wearing it when i was @ theatre and it opened my eyes to all new fashion possibilities. AND, felix knows french that’s a hc and you cant prove me otherwise. THANK YOU SO MUCH TO @slytherin-princess1 FOR COMING THRUUUU WITH THIS AESTHETIC!!!!!!!!!!!! <3  ily babes<3 

feedback is always appreciated xoxo

MASTERLIST. ko-fi (i chug coffee as i write these fics, and another cup would make me happy <3)

Felix Rosier is unnaturally nervous when he knocks on your door; your neighbourhood is lively and full of young children playing in their yards, cars passing by to find a free parking space, and animals running around for a more secluded place to nap in. It is all a stark contrast to his home - wrapped up in solitude - as yours is the epitome of rowdy British life. He notes your muggle neighbours watching football on the telly from where he stands; the window is open and they are screaming profanities and cheers alike. The sky, golden and rosy, casts a dim glow on the world. His hand, holding a carefully picked batch of colourful flowers, sweats. He overhears some teens rave about an unfamiliar punk band. Felix Rosier, in all his glory, has never felt more out of place. He looks posh and feels ridiculous. Perhaps he should just leave?

This ongoing train of thought, more of doubt than anything, promptly stops when you swing the door open, your small frame draped over by a black Russian scarf with ornaments and flowers adoring its back. He inhales sharply at the sight, his lips, much to his displeasure as he can no longer hold his cool façade, quirk into a smile. It is the same gift he had sent you many moons ago, when he was touring Russia with his family. He figures, due to the two of you exchanging letters every week for years now, that it would only be natural, if not a bit forward, to bring back a souvenir. Though, Felix could hardly help himself. The scarf simply reminded him of you, and he had no choice but to purchase it. But…now that he thinks of it, thinks how beautiful you look wearing something he gifted, something that he very clearly indented you to wear, everything that he saw in Russia, everything ringing true to beauty – paintings, statues, a little flowers – always reminded him of you.

“You made it.” You beam, stepping aside to let him enter your humble abode, though not missing the chance to eye the pretty flowers in his grasp. You blush lightly, already anticipating as to when he will give them to you. You momentarily rack your mind for where your mother hid all the vases. “The rest are in the garden.” You say as you close the door with a soft click.

His eyes stop wandering around your humble palace – it is more muggle like than he had expected, but somehow it makes it all the more cosy. Magic is a double sided coin, after all. Some, like his parents, and many other pureblood families chose to view it as a tool of power, manipulation, and calculation. However, the more humane ones, like your family, like you, use it to enhance the human aspects; the soft aspects, per se, making the lights not as glaring, or the washing machine not as loud. Again, he feels alien to your world, but is strangely content with being a part of it.

You walk past him, most likely to lead the way, but he grabs your wrist and you promptly stop. Curious, you turn to him. Blasted nerves, got the best of him again. He would rather do this here, alone, with you. He does not want probing eyes. Your friends are a favourable bunch, you had insisted on it, but he is much older than you, and this is awkward enough as it is. The two of you had only really become close in your sixth year, when he was stressed from work and you of upcoming graduation, curses, and Jacob being back. You had always been a pupil to him, but now…It would be hard to imagine you in that same image. He does not wish to, either.

“(Name) (Lastname),” Felix addresses you formally, as if to give a grand speech. You refrain from snorting. His look of refinement soon shifts to careful admiration, “Or simply… Mon Petit Monde [1] .” Your heart swells in your chest and you grin; he lets go of you to take out his wand. Whispering a few spells under his breath, the flowers he had been holding swirl and turn and link to one another to make a crown that, after floating in the air for a few short seconds, slowly lands onto your head, “Congratulations on completing seven dangerous years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and only losing a handful of House points I could complain about. You have been, and continue to be, an outstanding witch, trusted friend, and loving woman. “He never breaks eye contacts as he says this, “I am immensely proud of you. And…I love you.”

“Oh, Felix…” You pull him into a tight embrace, “You absolute…you…sweetheart! The distain for other is just a facade, isn’t it?”

“…Sure.” He replies awkwardly after a pause, and you snicker.

Standing on your tippy-toes you kiss the side of his lips, whispering, “And I love you, as well…” Grasping his hand firmly, with no intention of letting go, you say, “Come, I’ll introduce you to my friends. Also, Jacob wants to meet you.”

“Should I be worried?”

You look him dead in the eye, “Only if you have something to hide.”

“Just your many misbehavings and foolish adventures during your first few years at Hogwarts. Oh, and your embarrassing love confession.”

“What was embarrassing about my confession?”

“You sent me a Howler.”

“…I’m just…really… passionate…”

 BONUS:

Mon Petit Monde,

You have a way with words like no other. It is troubling to admit how deeply they had affected me. I would be lying if I said that I do not miss your letters, and that they do not make me happy when they finally come. I would also be lying if I said that I do not keep and cherish every single one of them, no matter their coherency. Even if it is one sentence only. The most letters I get are from my friends and colleagues, and they all are dull in comparison. Perhaps I am…blinded. Perhaps your letters mean so much because you write them. Forgive me, I am rambling.

I have been greatly distracted these past few months and I have desperately tried to find a cure for this madness. I feel as if there is a weight on my chest that must be lifted. I have thought hard about it on many sleepless nights, and concluded that, and please do not hate me for this, I am completely enraptured by you. I wish I could say this to you in person. But I am too far away and you are still but a student at the end of your school adventure, and I cannot visit Hogwarts, and you cannot visit me. I wished to see your eyes when I confess. You have the prettiest ones, and I feel as if I can tell no lie when I am in your presence and therefore I would be strict, coherent, to the point. I would not dawdle. Alas, I have no choice but to tell you, because I feel as if I will drown if I do not. Last summer, when we met after so many years, was when something awoke in me, something I myself cannot explain. What I did know is that I could not look at you too much, because if I would I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes away from you at all. I tried to fight this feeling, yet to no avail. Only you can douse it if you wish, or let it burn freely if that is what you desire.

I understand if you do not return my feelings. A part of me thinks that is for the best. Yet another, the one I am slipping to deeper and deeper, wishes for nothing more than to hold you close, day and night. I wait anxiously for your letter, if you chose me to grace me with an answer at all. Either way, I am glad I told you.

Yours, forever,

Felix

[1] mon petit monde - my little world (french)

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[misforgotten2]

And increase your festive feelings inhale deeply,  hold it . . .hold it . . .aaahh.

Better Homes and Gardens December 1973

[sarahgirl1998]

Sniffles’ Sneezing Powder part 1

Sniffles the anteater was hard at work, as he almost always was. Earlier today, he had received a letter from the science facility, which was asking him to deliver a fresh order of sneezing powder. Sniffles was skilled at experimenting with various powders, so he accepted and immediately went to work.

Sniffles put a gas mask over his face to keep from inhaling any powder, retreived a few mixing containers, and filled each one with a different, sneeze-causing substance. He used a hard, wooden stick to ground up all of the substances and reduce them to dust so that they could be used in the sneezing powder.

There were two important things that Sniffles had to remember when he was making the sneezing powder. This powder had to be created entirely by hand, and it also had to have an extremely small amount of pepper inside. Most people who created sneezing powder used pepper as the main ingredient, in the largest amount. As a result, most customers who purchased these powders complained about having burning sensations in their noses.

To solve this problem, Sniffles made an important plan to add as little pepper as possible to his sneezing powder, so that users would sneeze more from the other ingredients used. This included a good amount of pollen, extracted directly from goldenrods, ragweed and other allergenic flowers. He also added some stone-ground flour that could cause users to sneeze relatively quickly, if not immediately.

After all of the ingredients were perfectly ground up, Sniffles mixed them together to create the sneezing powder. He took several empty spice shakers and filled them with the powder. Then he filled a small box with several shakers, and delivered the box to the post office to ship it to the science facility.

Now that he was done with his task, Sniffles decided to take the rest of the night off. He exited his lab and went into his bedroom, where he turned on the ceiling fan and sat down on his bed. Laying down, he sighed contentedly, and leaned over to the short bookshelf to retrieve a math book. He opened the book, removed a pencil from his pocket, and began to work on some math.

He solved a few problems, but the end of his pencil snapped off, revealing what looked like a crater. Removing the pencil from the book, Sniffles absentmindedly reached to the pencil sharpener on the end table and inserted the pencil. He heard a loud whirring sound as the sharpener did its work, but he also felt something metal tipping over. Sniffles looked to the side to see one of the shakers of sneezing powder, which he had toppled over. A small amount of sneezing powder began to float from the lid, and the wind from the fan pushed it towards Sniffles. He cringed as he inhaled the powder and then needed to sneeze.

"Ah... AHHH..." Sniffles began to inhale, letting go of the pencil and moving the book away from his face to avoid sneezing on it. As he inhaled, he tilted his head farther and farther back, waiting for the sneeze to come forth. "AAAAAAHHH... AAAAAAAAHHHHH! CHOOOOOOOO!"

Sniffles sneezed, throwing his head forwards and blowing his spray into the air. Since he was an anteater, he couldn't cover his mouth when he sneezed. This sneeze was much louder than he was used to, but his snout wasn't satisfied from just one sneeze. He tilted his head back again, with his trunk twitching ever so slightly. "Aaah... AAAAHHH! AH-CHOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"What in the name of... Ahhh..." Sniffles tried to say, but was quickly interrupted when another sneeze began to build. He began to rub his snout with both of his hands, but it barely seemed to work at all. He quickly stopped rubbing, and then squeezed his trunk to keep from inhaling any more powder. "AH... AHHHH... AAAAAHHHHH!"

"CHOOOOOOoooooo! AAAAHH-CHOOOOOoooooooo!" After sneezing twice more, Sniffles rubbed his nose with a finger and reached over to the shaker with his free hand. Picking it up, he got off his bed and headed off to the lab. He sneezed a few times, but didn't care. The scent of the sneezing powder was still causing him to sneeze, and it was annoying. He needed to get rid of this powder before it was too late.

By the time Sniffles had made it to the lab, his snout was still itching and twitching like crazy. Maybe one last good sneeze would help. "AAH... AAAHHH... AH-CHOOOOOOOOOOO!" After sneezing again, Sniffles approached his collection of chemicals in vials, and placed the shaker of sneezing powder on the table. However, a cloud of sneezing powder rose from it, and Sniffles accidentally inhaled it, which caused him to sneeze without warning. "AAAAAAHHHHH-CHOOOOOOOOOO! AAAHHHHH-CHOOOOOOOOOOOO! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH-CHOOOOOOOO!"

"AH-Chooooooooo!" Even when Sniffles had sneezed out all of the powder from his trunk, he could still smell it, and thus continued to sneeze. "Ah... Aahh... AAAAHHHHHH..." Sniffles inhaled to sneeze again, but then there was a long pause. He sniffed a few times, but the sneeze wouldn't release. His trunk was still itching, but didn't need to sneeze. He looked up at the ceiling light, thinking it would help him sneeze, but the only result was that his trunk still itched. Finally, Sniffles turned back to the shaker of sneezing powder, pressed his mouth to the lid and sniffed deeply. He immediately pulled his trunk away as the sneeze made it out. "AAH... AAAHH! Ah-choooooooooo!"

After releasing a more normal sneeze compared to his last ones, Sniffles' trunk was no longer itchy. He sniffled gingerly, and rubbed his snout with a finger. Happy that he didn't have to sneeze again, he went back to his bedroom to resume his free time. The sneezing powder worked wonders, but he was in no mood to test it himself again. He would need to hire a test subject in the morning.

[sbnkalny]

dandruff flakes are a healthy alternative to potato chips

*Inhales deeply* Aaahh, the Tangy and sugary smell of potato chips rotting in hell

[sbnkalny]

*inhales deeply* Aaahh, the tangy And sugary smell of L's birthday Cake

[sbnkalny]

Destroy yourselves, you who are desperate, and you who are tortured in body and soul, abandon all hope. There is no more solace for you in this world. The world lives off your rotting flesh.

But at least I still give words to you or a loved one will abandon them.. Watch out is like a plastic bag...That corresponds to all known laws of aviation, there is no more. Overpowering smell of potato chips rotting in hell

[sbnkalny]

damb u kids u burn in hell. frick that dagnabby hell shot

Better to reign in hell. A pissin shot cross the bow

[sbnkalny]

chips

Chocolate chips (with chocolate chips)

[sbnkalny]

*inhales deeply* Aaahh, the tangy and sugary smell of L's birthday cake

The great tangy taste of a machine's ability to exhibit intelligent behaviour equivalent to, or indistinguishable from, that of a human and a machine designed to end all of your "bees? bees!" rants with "ham?", you know about weetabix.