#I wanted to write sm today but work sucked the soul out of me so I offer u this drafts so it’s not just me coming on here holding

[rodolfoparras]

Thinking about John Price being a big name in the porn industry not just for his dashing looks but also for the amazing chemistry that he has with his coworkers.

Despite the varied types of content that he makes, Price is mostly known for his facials and even cream pies videos. Price is good at his job, knows how to make the viewer feel engaged in the scene and he knows how to pull a genuine reaction from his costars, unlike the majority of people in the industry.

But recently he’s noticed the declines in views, different types of comments complaining that he’s just making the same old type of videos and even a few news sources saying he’s been swapped out for someone much younger.

All it takes is one click on some run into the ground new source to find out who exactly has come to take his place, only to see that it’s you who’s much younger than him, said to have a much more varied content and with a good amount of views for someone who just started out in the industry.

The curiosity in him hadn’t found peace until he had found out what exactly made your content different from his. Porn is porn isn’t it?

However he’d quickly realized what made your content different when he’d watched a video, matter of fact, multiple videos showing men pinned under your weight as you bully your cock into their holes, men down on all four taking your cock down their throats or with your head buried between their thighs as they scream and sob from pleasure.

Price doesn’t know why but something in him made him contact his manager and request a collaboration with you.

It could be for his decline in views. It could be because he thought he needed something new, something he hadn’t shown his audience before or it could be for the way his cock twitched in attention when watching your videos.

He didn’t think he’d get a yes, pacing back and forth while nervously chewing on his bottom lip only to almost jump in happiness when he received the text saying you had agreed to collaborate with him.

However any trace of happiness disappeared when he’d received the script, because something Price hadn’t expected was to bottom in the scene, yet it said so in the script and for a second he hesitated. Price hasn’t ever bottomed before, neither on nor off camera. He should’ve realized this could happen, since you were the top in all of your videos. But he’d gotten ahead of himself, forgotten about the possibility that this could happen.

For whatever reason Price agrees to do the collab anyway, tells himself he can do it, at least to save his career.

The day of your shoot he’s nervous like he’s never been before, rereading the script over and over, constantly glancing at himself in the mirror, even going as far as praying in hopes that he won’t mess this up.

When he meets you he’s taken by surprise once again. You’re ever so charismatic, shaking his hand and giving him the very same dazzling smile you’d given the camera lens while cumming all over someone’s face.

Price thinks he can do it, takes a deep breath as he lays down onto the sheets, only to swallow hard while you crawl up to him.

He’s sure he almost faints when you grab his chin with your thumb and index “hey hey breathe” you say loud enough for him to hear but not enough for the camera to pick up on it.

There’s a flash of surprise on his face before he does as you say and slowly but surely a bit of that tension bleeds away.

“Good good” you say with a small smile on your face while leaning into his ear, gently nibbling on it before whispering “You tell me if you’re uncomfortable with anything and I’ll stop immediately alright?”

Price almost laughs. You’re the rookie here yet you’re making him seem like one but somehow he doesn’t mind it, feels butterflies in his stomach as he nods his head in response.

It all turns into a bit of a blur from there. He remembers you placing kisses all over his body, remembers his dick hard and weeping before you granted him a moment of relief, even how your velvety tongue felt buried between his legs. But what lays engraved in his mind is when he had straddled your lap, hands shaking as they adjusted their grip on your chest and thighs quaking as he lined your cockhead up with his entrance.

“Come on John, show me how well you can take my cock yeah?” You say voice breathy and strained, reading a direct line from the script while desperately trying not to buck up into him.

“Ah fuck!” He cries out, head lolling back and eyes squeeze shut as he feels your tip push past his puckered rim

“God just- just like that pretty” you manage to say through gritted teeth, thumb soothingly caressing his hip while eagerly drinking up ever small reaction he gives.

“Feels feels so- so full” he whines out as he continues to take inch by inch, completely forgetting about the cameras on him along with every line in the script.

When you finally bottom out, he’s got fat tears trickling down his cheek, bottom lip wobbling as whines and whimper escape his lips.

“There you are sweetheart” you say, going off script, as your hand cups his cheek, calloused thumb stroking his flushed skin.

In that very moment Price realizes why you’re as popular as you are. It’s not for the varied type of content that you make, it’s not for the men you got pinned under your weight but rather because of how considerate and caring you are towards your partners.

Slowly but surely he starts moving, hips setting a steady pace and with each thrust he feels jolts of pleasure coursing through his body

Fuck, why hasn’t he done this before?

It feels so fucking good, he thinks to himself but realizes he’d said out loud when you respond to him,

“Feels good yeah? Just like that pretty” you grunt out “make yourself cum on my cock”you say once again reading a line from the script and in that very moment Price remembers the two of you are actually doing a scene and not just fucking.

He’d allowed himself to get lost in pleasure but for whatever reason the director didn’t seem to mind it, if anything the director seemed to like it going by the big smile on his face as he watched Price practically bounce on your cock.

Price scours his brain for the lines he’s supposed to say, but all he can think about is how your cockhead is pressing onto the ball of nerves over and over again.

“Please please-“ he slurs out, eyes squeezing shut as blunt nails dig into your skin. Despite being lost in bliss he can’t help but notice how you’ve even got him begging, something he also hasn’t done before and if he wasn’t in the position that he was in, he’d actually laugh.

“Come on sweetheart, cum for me” you say, as if already knowing what he’s waiting for and before he knows of it, he’s tipping over the edge, buckets of sweat pouring down his spine, and ropes of cum spurting all over your abdomen.

As he slumps down next to you in the bed he can’t help but realize that you’d even made him cum without actually touching him.

Many firsts in one night, Price thinks to himself.

Needless to say there were many collabs after that and Price was more than happy to bottom in every single one.

#I wanted to write sm today but work sucked the soul out of me so I offer u this drafts so it’s not just me coming on here holding #Balkan talk hour 🏃🏻‍♂️ #call of duty #john price #john price x reader #john price x male reader #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #top male reader #dom male reader #sub male character #bottom male character #x male reader #male reader

[rexscyarika]

Di’kutla Mando’ad

⚠️18+ MINORS DNI⚠️

Wolffe x afab gender neutral reader. Reader is a Mandalorian bounty hunter that now works for the GAR.

Warnings and such: Establishment bdsm (dom/sub) relationship (up to you to decide if that extends to romantic too as it’s never stated either way), orgasm denial, spanking, vaginal fingering, semi public sex, sex in a gunship, public flirting, flirting with Sinker, mention of mlm Boost cause there are no cishet characters in Star Wars, degrading/name calling, use of military titles during sex, manhandling, teasing, praise, pet names including sweetheart and little one, hair pulling, use of the color system, aftercare, begging, dirty talk, brat taming but not really good brat taming cause you got exactly what you wanted by being a brat tbh, implied past threesomes, implied possible future threesome with Sinker (a sequal anyone 👀), hint of an armour kink, military title kink, mention of knives and I think that’s all I hope *edited to add* piv sex

Mando’a translations (I hope there’s not so much it gets confusing to read, if there is lmk, but I love this language sm and writing with it helps me learn it lol)

Cyare/cyar’ika: Darling/beloved/sweetheart

Gedet’ye: Please

Elek/‘lek: Yes

Ad’ika: Little one/sweetie/darling

Al’verde: Commander

Mando’ad/Mando’ade: Mandalorian/Mandalorians

Ori’jate: Very good

Beroya: Bounty hunter

Ruus’alor: Sergeant

Haar’chak: Damn it

Shabuir: Fucker

Di’kut: Idiot/fool

Ner: My

She’cu: Nine

Gar: You

Title means “Foolish Mandalorian”

Ps idk what toilet paper is called in the Star Wars universe so I went with “‘fresher rolls” don’t @ me.

You glanced past the holo projection of the Kel Dor to your frustrated Commander. His hands were flexing by his side and his body was rigid. He shifted impatiently on his feet as he nodded along to whatever the General was saying. The way his muscles rippled under his plastoid armour made your mouth water and you couldn’t wait to feel yourself underneath him. Submitted and begging for release. You knew he’d pounce soon, you knew how to play him. Sure you could just ask him to rearrange your guts but where was the fun in that? You’d been extra flirty with him all morning, an extra touch there, a lingering hand here, a breathy and sweet tone to your voice as you followed his orders.

“Yes, Commander.”

“Anything for you, sir.”

“You’re armour looks extra good on you today, Al’verde.”

An “I’d sure love to cyar’ika.” After you heard a hissed “fuck me.” under his breath after he had spilled hot caf on himself.

He had given you a couple warnings. Ones you responded with by a flutter of eyelashes and a mockingly sweet “Sir, yes, sir.”

What really wound him up though was what you were doing as he spoke to the General. You were sat beside Sinker on a nearby crate, your knees touching and a hand on his thigh. You had removed your helmet and sat it beside you so Wolffe could see every bite of your lip and flutter of your lashes you gave his vod.

You turned your attention back to the silver haired trooper, leaning in closer than necessary to hear his story.

“So Boost goes up to him and the di’kut says: Hey are you a lightsaber cause I’d like to impale myself on you.”

The poor man barely gets that sentence out before he’s wheezing, you joining him promptly after. Wolffe’s head snaps up to you guys and you can feel his gaze burn through you, you just know his lips are pulled into a tight line under his helmet. He turns his attention briefly back to Plo before he is dismissed and you hear footsteps coming your way.

You tried to stifle a smirk as you ignored him.

“How many times do I have to tell him to stop with the pickup lines, he’s never gonna get laid.” You rolled your eyes and huffed in mock exasperation.

“Or maybe a haircut.” You added with a snort.

“I keep telling him that! But he-“ Sinker immediately stiffens and removes the hand that had travelled to your waist as he noticed Wolffe. He stands up and gives his C.O. a small salute. Not really necessary or protocol but he was afraid he had crossed a line and didn’t want to take any chances.

“Commander.” you purred, lifting her head and blinking up at him with hooded eyes. “How’d the meeting go, anything new we need to know?”

He ignored your question but continued staring daggers into your soul as he spoke to Sinker.

“A new shipment of supplies is due to be dropped off anytime. Go and make sure the shinies don’t spill them again.” His voice was gruff and commanding, trying his best not to snap at his vod. After all, it wasn’t his fault you were being a needy little slut.

“Yes sir, right away, sir.” You heard him reply, his shoulders relaxing and a relieved sigh leaving him as he walked away.

You stood up and looked towards Sinker, huffing in mock disappointment.

“Rude. I was having a nice conversation with him.”

You turned to grab your helmet, settling it onto your head before turning back to your Commander.

“He was telling me embarrassing stories about Boost, it was quite entertaining.”

“Uh uh.” He replied, taking a few steps towards you. His voice, deep with irritation and lust, sent a wave of arousal straight to your core. “Entertaining.” The word was laced with sarcasm and a touch of a snarl. He stepped closer, you could hear his breathing through the modulator now. A hand came up to run along the top of your belt, sending shivers through your spine. His other hand came up to rest under your helmet, pulling your head up to look at him. “You’re quite the needy little thing aren’t you, sweetheart?” It was more of a statement than a question and you just scoffed at him and shifted to hide the arousal that was building between your legs. “I asked you a question, beroya.” He growled, his grip on your helmet increasing. You responded by stepping back, your hand moving up to flick his away.

“I’m going to help Sinker.”

You huffed, turning to walk away. His hand hadn’t left your belt, however, and he tightened his grip and pulled you towards him.

“Foolish Mandalorian.” He snarled as he snaked his other hand around to land on your lower back and pull you flush against him, causing a small gasp to travel through your modulator.

“Shabuir.” You fired back, your hands coming up to push at his chest, not that you really wanted to get away mind you. But you knew the more resisting you did the rougher he would get. And the rougher he got the more heat gathered between your legs. And the names, oh the names. Coming from anyone else you probably would’ve pulled your blade on them, but the way he said them in that voice of his, especially modulated through his helmet, turned your limbs to jelly. They were like a condescending prayer falling from his lips and travelling straight to your cunt. He knew this of course, this wasn’t your first time and you had discussed your limits to avoid well, you pulling your blades on him.

He growled your name, a low sinful warning as his hand left your belt to grasp your throat, not hard enough to bruise but certainly not light.

You light out a low whimper at that, the sound, along with it being enhanced by your modulator, sent a shiver down the Commander’s spine.

“Color?” He murmured, somehow flipping his voice to be soft and gentle, his hand moving to gently rest against the back of your neck.

“Green!” You nearly gasped out. You were starting to lose your composure and you knew he could tell that to.

He immediately straightened up, his voice becoming hard and commanding again.

“Then I think it’s time to teach you a lesson in following orders, little one.”

He turned and started walking towards the nearest gunship, his hand pulled tight around your waist.

You stumbled alongside him, his words having weakened your legs even more.

“Easy there.” He chuckled. The sound a low and deep rumble in his chest.

It made you stumble again. The bastard. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.

Despite your weak legs you managed to make it to the gunship where Wolffe hastily opened the door and ushered you in. The door hadn’t fully closed by the time he had pushed up against the wall. His hands came up to remove your helmet and discard it alongside his own and he wasted no time in claiming your mouth, only pausing to order you to keep your hands clasped behind your back. His tongue found no resistance through your lips and he pulled moans deep from your throat as he explored your mouth. While his mouth was busy his hands came to grope and grab at your ass before moving to remove first your belt, then your codpiece. He teased his fingers just inside your waistband, enjoying the way your moans turned to whines.

Just as you were about to pull away and spit a snarky comment at him for taking his time he finally moved his hands down to slide a calloused finger through your folds. A surprised whimper left your lips at that.

He hummed approvingly at the wetness he found there, slowly sliding his finger in before he moved to nip and suck at your neck. His finger didn’t move, not until he slid another to join, at which they both stilled inside you again.

You tried to roll your hips against him, desperate for any kind of friction, but you were met with his other hand roughly shoving your hips back against the wall.

“Ah ah, you take what I give you, cyar’ika.”

You whined into his ear, trying to think of something snarky to say but you were at a loss for words.

“Aw, all tongue tied are we?”

You opened your eyes to meet his as he pulled his mouth from your neck.

You opened your mouth to disagree but it turned into a surprised gasp as he rutted his fingers up inside you, fingers curled expertly to find that spongy spot.

You saw a sly smirk form on his lips before your eyes closed in bliss. He still wasn’t moving quite enough for your liking but at least he was moving you thought.

He brought his mouth back to yours to swallow your moans as his thumb came up to gently circle your throbbing clot.

His hand moved from your hip to grab a handful of your hair. He didn’t pull at first, just kept a gentle pressure pulling at the roots.

“Wolffe.” you moaned out, his hands sending waves of pleasure through your body.

His fingers stilled inside you, making you let out a small whine. He used his grip on your hair to turn you to face him.

“Excuse me?” He growled, meeting your gaze with darkening eyes.

Your own eyes widened at the realization of what you said. “Commander! Sorry, sir.”

He gave a hum of approval and started pumping his fingers inside you again, only this time it was faster and harder. Every push inwards had his fingers brush against that sweet spot and you could feel your orgasm approaching.

You could feel his gaze travelling over your face as you twisted and groaned beneath him.

His thumb came to swirl around your clit again, causing you to cry out. You let your head fall back against the wall as you prepared for the wave of pleasure to wash over you. You could feel it building and building, burning hot, deep within your core. However, instead of the sweet release you had been craving you got a sudden emptiness as he pulled his hand away. You clenched around nothing and let out a whine, snapping your eyes open to look at the culprit. You shivered at the sight. He brought his fingers into his mouth, sucking and licking off the taste of you. His eyes were closed in bliss and he let out a groan around his fingers. A long, deep, sinful sound that shot straight to your soaking cunt.

You watched him with hunger, trying desperately to keep your hands to yourself.

He removed his fingers with a pop and let his eyes fall to your exasperated state. Which he let out a chuckle at.

“You didn’t think you were going to get away with being a brat, did you?”

The venom in the way he said brat and the way his lips turned into a snarl made your pussy throb even more than it already was.

Your eyes widened and you shook your head.

His grip on your hair tightened slightly and he raised his eyebrow in a silent warning.

“No, sir.”

“Thought so.” He let his hand fall from your head and he walked over to some stacked crates, gesturing for you to follow him.

He ordered you to turn around once you had came to face him. The break from him touching you and the brief walk was enough for you to gain back some control of your thoughts so you opted to have a little fun.

“No.”

“Pardon that sweetheart?”

“I said no.” You crossed your arms over your chest and popped your hip out, meeting his gaze with one of defiance. “You didn’t let me cum so I’m not going to listen.”

His jaw tightened and before you knew it you were bent over the crates, face pushed against the cold medal and hands held tightly behind your back. You gasped as you felt yourself being pushed even harder down onto the rough surface as he bent over to bring his lips against your year.

“Watch it, Ruus’alor.” He practically spat, giving your neck a hard nip to prove his point. The use of your title send a shock of arousal through your body and you shivered against the feeling of his breath on your neck.

He straightened up and roughly pulled down your pants, your underwear going with them. The Commander waisted no time in bringing his hands to grope your ass, and his mouth to bite at the soft flesh. Your groaned and leaned into his touch, encouraging him to move his mouth lower.

You were met with a harsh slap to the sensitive skin.

You let out a surprised yelp and your hands moved to grip on the edges of the crate.

You received another slap, this one slightly harsher. You felt him straighten up again as he spoke. “Did you forget how to count, sweetheart? That was two.”

“Sorry, Sir.” You mumbled into the table and were met with another slap.

“Three.” You gasped

“Four.”

“Five.”

“Six.”

“Seven.”

“Eight.”

“She’cu.” You choked out. That was one of your tells it was becoming to much when it came to impact play, slipping back into your native tongue. You two had been quick to figure that out when you started. It wasn’t always negative when you started speaking Mando’a however. Most of the time it meant you were on the verge of an orgasm or you were just so lost in the pleasure you forgot how to speak basic.

His hand moved to rub soothing circles over the reddening skin as his other trailed up and down your waist.

“Ori’jate ner Mando’ad.”

You relaxed under his touch, your breathing coming deep and easy again. Your cunt ached from neglect, you needed him inside you, now.

“Gedet’ye Al’verde.”

“What do you need Cyar’ika?” He leaned his body slightly over yours. You sighed under the weight, it was comforting.

“Gar, Al’verde.” You whined, trying to wiggle your hips against his codpiece. “Need to feel you inside me. Please.”

He brought his lips to the back of your neck and kissed you softly before answering. “Only because you took your punishment so well.”

You managed a breathy thank you before he pulled away to remove his codpiece. You shivered in anticipation as you watched him expertly remove the armour. Your tongue darted out to lick your lips when he removed his cock from the confines of his blacks. He was rock hard and slick with precum.

His gaze met yours and his lips turned up into a grin. “What you’ve never seen a cock before?” He teased taking himself in hand and giving himself a couple pumps.

You managed to roll your eyes and mumble a “Just fuck me already.” as you turned your head from him.

“With pleasure.” He cooed, lining himself up with your aching hole and placing a hand on the small of your back to press you further into the cold surface of the crate.

You both groaned in tandem as he began to push himself into you. He slowly moved deeper until he couldn’t go any further, stopping to take a minute to make sure you were well adjusted before he started moving. As he stilled inside you he moved his body over yours again, taking a hand to gently pull your chin towards him. He kissed you, it was slow and gentle, and you returned it eagerly, clenching around him when he gave your lower lip a little nip. He released a curse into your mouth at that.

“Ready?”

“‘Lek.”

He attached his lips back to yours as he slowly started pulling out of you, eagerly drinking down every sound you made. You thought he was going to pull out of you completely before he buried his hips against yours in one swift motion. His cock hitting deep inside you caused you to cry out and push back against him, seeking more.

“So eager.” He breathed against your lips before pulling out and snapping his hips in again, faster this time.

This caused you to roll your head away from his, resting your forehead on the crate, hands clinging desperately to the sides as your Commander’s movements quickened with every thrust. His breathy groans left your ear as he stood up, placing his hands on your hips in a tight grip.

“Fuck you feel so good.”

You only groaned in response, the praise sending a wave of pleasure down your body and causing you to clench around him. He hissed at that before speeding up his thrusts and somehow managing to hit even deeper inside you.

Your words were coming in garbled mix of basic and Mando’a now, the pressure in your core steadily growing.

“Are you going to cum, sweetheart?”

You managed to nod in response before crying out in frustration as his movements slowed.

“Do you think you deserve to?”

“Elek, Al’verde gedet’ye!”

“Hmm. I don’t know about that.”

His head lowered to your ear again.

“Good Mando’ade listen when their Commander tells them to behave.”

He brought a hand to your ass in a light slap, making you jump slightly forward in surprise, well as far as you could being pinned against a metal crate.

“They don’t continue to be brats and flirt with my vode.” He added, moving his hand to grip at your hair. “Maybe I should call Sinker in here so he can see what he’s missing.”

Your breath hitched at that.

“Or maybe I should just pull out and let him take care of you. After all sweetheart, you seemed mighty eager to let him fuck you.”

You buried your head against the cold metal as a whine escaped your hips and you clenched around his barely moving cock.

“Hmm what a filthy little thing, you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He chuckled, suddenly snapping his hips back towards you in a deep thrust.

You let out a choked cry. “Haar’chak Al’verde, gedet’ye!” The pressure in your core was overwhelming, you felt like you could burst at any second but his movements were to slow too let you. Tears pricked your eyes as the pleads fell from your lips. His cock inside you was too much yet not enough at the same time. Your body was heated with pleasure but also a small amount of smugness. You had him exactly where you wanted him, pushing all his buttons to get what you wanted.

You hadn’t realized you had been whining apologies to him until his movements sped up again.

“There you go, cyar’ika.” He breathed out as he set an unforgiving pace, hips angled to hit your g-spot and his hand leaving your hair to rub circles on your clit. You couldn’t form words at this point, just moans and gasps as you chased your release. You could tell he was close too. His thrusts had become more erratic, and the hand at your hip had tightened its grip. Your mouth fell open in a shout of his name as his next words pushed you over the edge.

“Cum for me, ad’ika. Make a mess on my cock.”

And you did, your orgasm rippling through you in it’s unforgiving intensity. You felt yourself clench hard around him, the action causing him to spill inside you with a sputter of his hips and curse of your name from his lips. You became slightly numb as you came down from your high, barely registering that Wolffe was pulling you into his lap. Soft praises fell from his lips as he gently held your head against his chest. You wrapped your arms around his waist, trying to get as close as you could despite the armour you both still wore above your waists. Your breathing came slow and deep, synching to his. Once you had gained some semblance of control you looked up at him to find him studying you intently.

You raised an eyebrow at the question that was pulling at his lips.

“Would you actually wanna fuck Sinker?”

You giggled at the disbelief in his voice before you moved your head into his chest to hide the red that was creeping up your face. “Maybe.” You mumbled, partly hoping he didn’t hear you.

“But it’s Sinker!” He groaned in confusion.

You popped your head back up that.

“I happen to like Sinker quite a bit thank you very much.” You huffed in defence. Not that it had any real heat to it you as you knew he was teasing. He really was quite fond of the trooper but he liked it give him a hard time.

He chuckled at you, more moving of his chest than actual sound. “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve shared you, cyar’ika. As long as you remember the rules.”

You rolled your eyes at him, of course you’d remember the rules.

“Not without you and you’re in charge.” You sealed your words with a boop to his nose, causing him to return your eye roll.

“That’s my good little beroya.”

His words made you flush again, but it turned into a grimace as you felt the mess between your legs.

“You made a mess Wolffe!” You tutted in mock annoyance as you stood up in search of something to clean you up. You couldn’t see his face but you’re sure he rolled his eyes at you again. You let out a small cheer as you opened one of the crates to find it filled with ‘fresher rolls. Grabbing one you turned back to find your Commander walking up to you with your discarded pieces of armour. You put them back on after cleaning yourself up as best you could. Once you were done you looked up to find Wolffe staring at you with a smirk on his face.

“What?!”

“Your armour’s sexy.”

“No your armour’s sexy.” You replied tapping a finger on his chest as you leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek.

He let out a snort before handing your helmet to you.

“Why thank you, cyar’ika.” You purred, lifting it from his hand. Before you could put it on however, he grasped your chin between two fingers and pulled you up to kiss him. It was deep and passionate and made you melt into his touch. He pulled away with a smirk, leaving you out of breath and on slightly shaky legs as he put his helmet on.

“Why don’t we go and check on your darling Sinker? Make sure he hasn’t knocked out any shinies.” He sighed in slight exasperated at the second sentence as he turned to open the door out of the gunship.

You scoffed at his words but also put on your helmet to follow him. Sinker has been know to get a little... snippy at shinies here and there. You’ve had to step between him and a terrified trooper more than once. Not that you haven’t had to do that with Wolffe mind you, he was just as bad if not worse. You grinned as you stepped out of the gunship, a small limp finding it’s way into your step. You couldn’t wait to see Sinker’s response to your little proposition you had prepared for him.

#commander wolffe #commander Wolffe x reader #commander wolffe x you #commander Wolffe smut #I hope sinker isn’t to ooc but he didn’t have much screen time so I made up things

[ciestessde]

Phantasma Magica Ch. 8

STORY SUMMARY

Clockwork and the Observants send Danny to Hogwarts on a special mission. But, cryptic as ever, that Old Stopwatch never actually told him what would happen on it!!! “All you need to do right now, Daniel, is stay focused on your mission. And remember, the-” “‘The Lions with the time-turner, lightning-bolt scar, and hair like fire are friends; watch out for the rat; and the black dog is not a threat.’ Yeah, you’ve only repeated that a few dozen times today.”

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When Danny arrived in Lupin’s office without the promised rat, well...

Sirius was furious. They now had essentially no way of finding Pettigrew -- except wandering around and hoping against hope that they spotted him.

Remus tried to calm him down. “He won’t have gone far. He has no reason to suspect Danny’s true motives. I’m sure he’ll turn up again-” “But for how long?! We had him! I KNEW I should’ve gotten him myself!” Danny floated down and let his feet touch the floor near the pacing Sirius. “I’m sorry. I can try to track him, but it’s hard to feel a living human soul under an animal’s mind.” Sirius stopped walking and spun to face him. His jaw tight, he growled, “I have a better idea.”

They spent several hours using Sirius’ dog nose and knowledge of the castle (helped by Danny’s invisibility) to search. But with no luck.

Still. The walk and passing of time helped calm Sirius a bit. After finishing by searching the castle grounds -- still with no luck -- they ended their search in the Shrieking Shack.

Defeated, Sirius changed back into a human and sat on the dilapidated excuse for a bed. “...” Danny floated there awkwardly. Remembering how he had almost attacked innocent Sirius in this room... “... I know there wasn’t much you could do.” Sirius head continued to hang -- he was looking at the news clipping he’d shown Danny. The one with the picture of “Scabbers.” “He knows this castle just as well as Moony and me. I just…” A shadow passed over his expression, but he looked up with a fire in his eyes. “I refuse to let that traitor go free. I don’t want go back to Azkaban -- you have no idea what being around that many of those things is like -- but I’d rather that than let Wormtail continue living like nothing happened.” His gaze softened, and his mouth thinned into a line. “That’s no excuse for taking it out on you, though, so… I’m sorry about that. We’ll just have to keep our eyes open for now.”

It had been a particularly long day for Danny, so, despite the sun being up, he decided to sleep in his makeshift bedroom in the Pipes. He had taken some pillows from the Divination classroom, a spare blanket from a closet -- and so on -- to form as cosey a resting area as he could manage in the damp space. Granted, the cold didn’t affect him (thankfully), but these things (the cushions especially) made it easier to relax.

“Scabbers” never showed up again, though, and the disappearance of his beloved pet had a rather unexpectedly drastic effect on Ron. As more and more time passed with no evidence as to what happened, he came to the most natural conclusion: “First the Firebolt, and now this! That bloody cat of yours ate him! He ATE SCABBERS!” If Danny didn’t know better, he probably would’ve agreed with Ron -- Crookshanks had shown a lot of interest in hunting the malnourished rodent, after all. But the extent to which Ron was blaming Hermione for his pet’s “death” was… actually mildly concerning. Danny excused most of Ron’s behaviour as raging hormones, but still… 

A part of him, a large part of him, wanted to tell them what actually happened -- that Scabbers was Pettigrew, that they had no reason to worry about Black anymore… -- But he just couldn’t risk it. If he told them, they’d act differently. And he had no way of knowing if or when Pettigrew might be watching. He couldn’t afford to tip him off. So instead... he let Ron mourn his rat.

Danny had been going with Harry to his anti-dementor lessons, regularly talking with Lupin about phantasms afterwards. The professor had decided to write a book about him. (No personal information, of course!) It was during one of these that Danny’s dislike -- bordering on hate -- of the wizards’ Ministry was solidified. “It was in the Daily Prophet this morning. The Ministry have given the dementors permission to suck out Sirius’ soul if they find him.” “-What?!” “It’s not that surprising, really. It’s one of the most extreme punishments for criminals -- but that’s the type of criminal they believe him to be.” “How are you so calm about this?!” “I assure you, I am not. But there’s not much more we can do about it than we already are doing. Sirius will just have to be extra careful not to get caught.”

Danny couldn’t argue with that. And besides, he had other things to distract him when he saw his friends the next morning. The teachers had finally satisfied themselves that Sirius’ anonymous present to Harry, the “Firebolt” broomstick, was safe. But while Harry was just excited to have his broom back (him and the entirety of the Gryffindor House, who seemed to think the Quidditch Cup was practically theirs because of it) -- Ron took this as yet more proof of Hermione being a terrible friend. “See, Hermione? There wasn’t anything wrong with it!” “Well -- there might have been!” Danny supposed Hermione’s arguing back didn’t help matters much… “I mean, at least you know now that it’s safe!” “Yeah, I suppose so,” was Harry’s response. ‘Oh wow. I hope I wasn’t this oblivious back when-’ He cut off that thought. There was no point in thinking about that now.

With Ron even more opposed to spending time with Hermione; and Harry thoroughly distracted by the Firebolt, his lessons with Lupin, and the upcoming Quidditch match against the Hufflepuff house… Danny decided to spend more time with Hermione. Hermione, who was secretly using a time-turner to time-travel and attend more classes than she should be able to, but was somehow now drowning in homework in the Gryffindor Common Room… … Danny was very confused.

He tapped her shoulder lightly before speaking so she’d know it was him. “Why don’t you just use the time-turner to get more rest?” he whispered. “What?!” She flinched. That was too loud. She checked to make sure no one noticed, then whispered, “How do you know about the time-turner?” “I was sent here by Clockwork, the Master of Time, remember? That thing is giving off faint time-aura from under your shirt. Although, I can probably only detect it because I’ve been around the stuff so much.” She was silent for a moment. “I’m supposed to avoid changing time as much as possible. Loads of wizards who’ve meddled with time have ended up killing their past or future selves by mistake! To use it for anything other than the absolutely essential is too risky! Professor McGonagall was very clear about the rules I was to follow in order to use it. It’s all part of her agreement with the Ministry.” Danny contained a snort of laughter. “Um… Actually… It’s more like the agreement they have with Clockwork.”

Hermione stopped writing in her notes. “I can personally guarantee that using the time-turner to, y’know… not go insane will be perfectly fine by my mentor.” “... Could we… Speak in private for a bit?” Danny thought he knew where this was going. “You want to know more about Clockwork and stuff?” “If that’s alright.” “I can share a little, anyway.”

Hermione packed up her schoolwork, and they moved to an abandoned classroom. “So the Ministry -- or someone at the Ministry -- knows Chron- I mean, Clockwork?!” “Well… Kind of. I’m not allowed to tell you much, but let’s just say that most of those deaths were actually Clockwork following the orders of HIS bosses. Time travel’s not all that dangerous, really.” “What about paradoxes?” “Things just split into a new timeline.” “Huh… So then, why all the rules?” “To keep humans from abusing the power. They -- Clockwork’s bosses -- don’t like not knowing what’s going to happen.”

There was silence for a few moments while Hermione thought. “Danny… You said Clockwork is your guardian.” “Yeah…” It wasn’t a question. “I’m, uh… Not a normal phantasm…” Hermione winced. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” “No, it’s alright.”

Danny settled down at one of the desks. “... I used to be human. My parents were ghost hunters -- some of the best in the field, in fact! They built what was supposed to be a portal into the ghosts’ dimension -- the ‘Ghost Zone’ -- but it didn’t work. I, like an idiot, went inside to get a closer look. It turned on with me inside it.” Hermione’s eyes widened, but she didn’t speak. “In order for a phantasm to form, rather than be born, a soul has to come in contact with a large amount of ectoplasmic energy and have a strong enough will to live. Clockwork… He saved me. If not for him, I wouldn’t have become a phantasm -- I’d just be dead.” “Oh…” “...”

“Have you… ever gone back?” “...” Danny looked at the desk in front of him. “A few times. But, uh… Going back for too long or often would… not be good. I could become ‘tied’ there and never able to leave. And if that happened…” He paled, “I’d-rather-not-think-about-it.” “I’m sorry!” “--No, no… It’s alright.” He smiled at her. “You, uh, actually remind me a lot of one of my friends from back then.” His eyes lit up, and he smiled. “Sam, she was this big activist. She was a self-proclaimed ‘ultra-recyclo-vegetarian’ and goth, and she always had a cause -- usually multiple -- that she was fighting for! She would’ve loved your whole ‘free the house-elves’ movement! And my sister, Jazz -- you’re both ridiculously smart and like taking care of your friends.” Hermione was blushing a little bit, but seemed pleased. “You must miss them terribly.” Danny grimaced, his smile fading. “Yeah…”

She moved over so she could rest her hand on his arm. Cold, but not as freezing as she expected. “If there’s anything I can do to make this place feel more like home to you…” She smiled comfortingly at him. “Just tell me. You’re my friend.” He smiled back at her.

“So, uh… You going to start using the time-turner more?” “Oh!” Hermione moved back to where she had spread out her homework and grabbed a blank piece of parchment. She started muttering and working out some math problems. “... Yes, if I take a few hours out of my sleeping schedule, there should be enough room for two of me in my bed… And that room should be empty during this period…” She seemed satisfied after a few minutes. And indeed, Hermione looked much more rested after that. Danny even played lookout on occasion to make sure no one noticed multiple Hermiones wandering around.

‘Now that I’ve solved that problem…’ Ron had noticed Danny was spending more time with Hermione, and he took it as a sign of betrayal. Danny tried to think of some way he could bridge the gap between the two: ‘He’ll come around eventually. Even if it won’t be until he finds out about Pettigr-though... I guess that might just make him MORE upset…’ … But he was coming up empty.

Harry (or rather, Harry’s Firebolt) was more successful at cheering Ron up. There was a lot of excitement as the first match came up that Harry’d be riding it in. And when Danny got to see Harry fly on it, he understood why.

It wasn’t quite as fast as Danny was when he flew -- but it was pretty damn close! No one else on (above?) the field stood a chance! And to put icing on the cake, Harry completely humiliated some bullies who tried to sabotage him, too! Malfoy -- (‘Why is it always Malfoy?! That’s it. I need to ask them how this rivalry started!’) -- and some of his friends had thought it was a brilliant idea to try and scare Harry by dressing up and pretending to be dementors. But, as Lupin put it, Harry “gave Mr. Malfoy quite a fright” when he used the “patronus charm” he’d been working on in his anti-dementor lessons against them. The group of Slytherin students got into a lot of trouble for their stunt, AND Harry won the game for the Gryffindor team!

And for a while, things were actually peaceful -- for both Danny AND his friends.

But still without any sign of Peter Pettigrew.

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[noelcasubha]

Today’s February 1st. Finally!  January felt like it had 40 days or something. It took forever to end!

So last 2017 was a very sucky year, my lowest of lows (READ: End of Chapter 30). And just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, it did at the last minute. So I started 2018 feeling like crap coated crap with a crappy filling.

We often don’t know why things happen. What we can try to do is learn how to handle what happened, what we are going to do about it, and what can we get out of it. I tried doing new things to help me feel better, what I think will make me better physically, intellectually, emotionally I guess. But for the most part, I did them because I needed a lot of distraction. They say pain is a good motivator. It is. Sort of. I didn’t need pain to motivate me, it could’ve been something else. But we can’t always get what we want and a push is a push. I needed a push and it was unfortunate that it came as pain.

January marks the start of a new year. New opportunities might open up, you can have a fresh start, having a new perspective in life, and reinventing yourself. I have 12 months, or 52 weeks, 365 days, 8760 hours, or 525600 minutes to make this year better than last year or than the other years that I’ve had. I have to start from somewhere and I decided on these two objectives, 1)  Be Better, and 2) Get a job.

BE BETTER: BODY

First thing that came to mind was my body. If you look good, you feel good. After one year of being unemployed, I got really fat, and now most of my clothes don’t fit. And since I don’t have money to buy new clothes that would fit, or go to the gym, I decided to do exercise that I can do at home or something like that. I also looked into my food intake or diet. Here are the things I did:

Walking or jogging early in the morning from our house to the UPLB Campus and back. I would head out just after 6am, take my walk and only until I get around 10,000 steps will I start heading back home. When I get home, I’ll have around 14,000 steps which is about 8km. I’m home before 9am. I usually do this on MWF. I sue my Mi Fit and Runkeeper apps for this. And Spotify, of course.

When I get home, and/or on days I don’t go out to walk/jog, and whenever I feel like doing more, I do home exercises. I have these two apps on my phone that each give me about 5-7mins of workout. I also use dumbbells. The apps are Fitness and Seven.

I do Intermittent Fasting. My first meal of the day is at lunch, around 12nn and my last meal should end before 8pm. That will give me 16hrs of fasting which is the ideal length of IF. During IF, the only thing I could consume is either water, plain brewed coffee, or plain green tea, as the last two aids your metabolism. (You can read more about IF HERE: https://jamesclear.com/the-beginners-guide-to-intermittent-fasting)

I count calories. My current level of activity only allows me to consume around 1700 calories. When I do my morning walk/jog, it gives me an additional 450cal to consume. It’s up to me how I will dole these out within the 8hrs I’m allowed to eat. To give you an idea, 200 grams (3/4 cup) of white rice plus a viand is about 450cal already.  I use an app called Lifesum for this. This cool app gives me a food/calorie journal. Calories are based on the food items registered on the app’s database. You can also encode food items that are not yet in the database by scanning barcodes or manual input.

I take about 2tbsp of Apple Cider Vinegar 30mins before every meal. It’s good for losing weight, making you less hungry (but doesn’t work if the ulam is your favorite. haha), makes you feel full faster, and lowers blood sugar. I mix the ACV with water on a 1:6 ratio because ACV is really strong and can leave you with a burning sensation on your throat.

I try to consume about 4 liters of water everyday. 3 liters minimum.

I try to sleep at around 10pm and usually wake up at arpund 6am if I’ll go walking or 7:30 if I’m not. Enough sleep, and sleeping and waking up early helps you lose weight and feel more energized.

All the apps are synced with the Health app on my phone so they can all compile the data and have a good estimate of the calories I burned on my exercises. After 4 weeks, my belly looks and feels smaller. probably I lost 1 inch or so. One of my jeans that I had trouble putting on now fits nicely around my waist and hips. I now even need to wear a belt with it. Also, my mom complimented me that I looked like I was losing weight. Good job, self!

BE BETTER: MIND AND SOUL

Physical is now okay, so let’s do the mental, intellectual, spiritual:

Usually before going home after my walk/jog, I drop by at the St Therese Chapel to say a short prayer. I also pray a lot now, like before going to sleep and upon waking up. It makes me feel better. Also, Psalm 34:18.

I’m learning how to use Adobe Illustrator. As a Graphic Designer for more around 8 years now, I’ve only used Photoshop and Indesign. When it comes to making detailed graphics like vectors, icons, logos, etc., I think I will be able to do a better, faster job using Illustrator. After this, I might learn how to use video editing softwares like Sony Vegas or Adobe Premiere.

I’m also learning Mandarin with Duolingo. I am applying for a Marketing Officer – Trainee at SM. One preferred skill is being able to speak Mandarin as the trainees might be sent of to China for SM’s first mall in China and their biggest yet anywhere.

I’ve had a Meditation app on my phone. Haven’t been able to use it because people at home are very noisy so I can’t find a time where I can meditate.

I try to write more often here in my blog to practice writing. Not sure if I’m getting any good but it does give me something to do.

I’m also learning how to drive. I’ve driven golf carts a couple of times before. Driven an old AT Mitsubishi Lancer up a hill twice. Now, I’m learning using an old MT Suzuki Beaver, a small jeep-type vehicle. I really can’t drive due to my poor eyesight but it’s a nice skill to have especially in case of emergencies.

I feel like I want to do more but I can’t think of anything to do that is easily or readily available now, and free. Any suggestions?

JOB VS CAREER

I have been looking for a new job for more than a year now. And why my 2017 sucked is despite my many attempts, I’m still unemployed. I never applied at a job that’s beyond my skillset or experience. I don’t want to apply at a job that I know I won’t enjoy or stay long at. I guess getting a job is a lot more difficult now and there’s always someone who is better at doing what you do. What’s different now is I am more determined in getting a job within my field of interest and taking more risks. I want a job that I can build a career. I am a Marketing and Communication professional. But I am also looking into Teaching as I feel like I’d be good at that. Also, on one of my part-time jobs where I was a trainer/facilitator, I really enjoyed it and got a few compliments on how good I was and should consider having teaching as a career. I’m 31 years old now and I really need to get my shit done.

  Being a better person is nice and all but really right now, what I desperately need is a job. I don’t like not having a job for a very long time as I feel it makes me less valuable as a professional.

Also, I need to provide for my family. I have plans of having some parts of our house fixed especially my parents’ bedroom and bathroom. Currently they sleep at my room because before, they used to sleep at our living room. But when I moved to Tagaytay for work, and since I go home like once or twice a month only, I told them that they can sleep in my room in the meantime. Even though I’m staying here at home for more than a year now, i still let them sleep in my room while I sleep in the living room. What kind of a son would I be if I put my comfort first before my parents.

Another reason is I really need to start saving up for my future. Plus I want to try traveling on my own, even just local. I don’t get to travel a lot so while I don’t have my own family yet, this would be a great time to explore.

Anyway, that’s how I’m making the most out of my time right now. I hope I get my break soon. I need a win and I need it now. Pray for me and wish me good luck!

  JaNEWary Today's February 1st. Finally!  January felt like it had 40 days or something. It took forever to end!

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