#i left like right after finishing that paragraph and coming back to it i think it's decent?

[paigemathews]

@forlorn-kumquat replied to your post “Writing a Phoebe/Coop fic and like. Can I mention...”:

Did she like him, or did she just like what he represented in her life: safety, stability, normalcy? Cause I think Phoebe's time with Cole has her so messed up that she would have latched onto any reasonably normal guy who wasn't trying to kill her and her family

Okay, so the context (and sneak peak, I guess) is Phoebe and Coop are discussing how she wasn't willing to be with Coop until she finds out about the future. Phoebe brings up how everytime she pursued the love she wasn't "suppose to," aka Cole and Miles, it goes poorly and her family is hurt in the crossfire. It's not- Okay, well, it wasn't intended to be a very in-depth thing bc it's just a oneshot that's gotten out of control on me again, but I realized that parallel between Phoebe's relationships with Cole and Miles and am kinda liking the idea of third time the charm-ing it, tbh. (I also bring up Dex, bc like I said! This is getting out of control on me again!)

She doesn't really delve deep into that relationship, so it's kinda your mileage may vary on that but here's the lines about it:

" I thought that it was just because it was Cole. But then I fell for someone I wasn’t supposed to be with, Miles, and I thought that I could change his fate. I thought I was supposed to change his fate, and instead I hurt my family again."

Idk, did that make sense? Any input is greatly appreciated!!

#forlorn-kumquat #abi speaks #charmed #i left like right after finishing that paragraph and coming back to it i think it's decent? #but there's also a nonzero chance that ppl reading this will go wait who tf is miles but like #im bringing up dex too and they might have that reaction to him as well #(im ppl on dex. do you know how long it took me to remember that he existed? literal YEARS #i've had a charmed hyperfixation for over a decade! i run a charmed blog! i write so much (unposted) fanfiction! #i was scrolling through phoebehalliwell (sidenote #she is such a fucking good blog i check it like everyday and i love her stuff she was in fact my inspo #if you could not tell by the blatant url rip off im sorry i dont know how to name things) #when i saw someone ask her about dex and she was like he's a loser with no personality from arizona #and i literally went wait who the fuck #WAITAMINUTE #like. not a single thought to be had. like man he was just boring and idk if he was really in any #not even good but like decent episodes yknow? #especially bc i never really vibed with the homeland plot and thats the part of the season he was in but anyways im off topic (as usual)) #the hilarious thing is that this fic is actually like five or six years old now and the intent was just editing it #admittedly strong editing bc teenage!abi had specific headcanons shoehorned in that ya!abi doesn't #shoutout chris being a telepath headcanon we'll never forget you baby #(the focus is on the chris & coop platonic ship and coop/phoebe romantic ship) #the og draft was 2.5 words #the one i am currently editing is almost 4k and im just now getting to the halfway point #the coop/phoebe conversation is substantially longer now #and so is coop being lovesick over phoebe like sir. sir pls shut the fuck up i am running out of things that arent cringey af #i know im the one writing it but im still sitting here like coop baby shut the fuck up PLEASE #i actually really do like this better but i gotta read it over again for proofreading later and im kinda try to add a thousand words #bc me going oh i'll just proofread and clean it up a little is what STARTED this mess #i'm having a great time /gen

[runnning-outof-time]

K, darling!! I'm sending you this one, because you sent me a gif, too ❤️❤️.

Probably Tommy is struggling with something, too. Feel you, Tom 🤝.

Thanks for sending this my way, Flor!! I truly feel Tommy here…this have been my exact reaction when thinking about writing/wanting to write these past few weeks - it’s gotten a bit better since you’ve sent this, but I still can’t help but struggle slightly from hour to hour. Since you went lighthearted on the gif I sent you, I figured I’d do the same here. I…really don’t know what came of it - like I said, writing has been hour to hour for me. But I hope you’ll maybe get a laugh from it. ☺️. Enjoy! :)

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

A Much Welcomed Distraction

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: language, smoking

Summary: (Y/N) tries to get Tommy’s mind off of the work he’s been struggling with. Tommy, for once, accepts the distraction, until he realizes that maybe he will have to finish his work first.

No matter what he did, the words wouldn’t come out right. He’d been trying to figure out how to address the receiver of this letter for at least an hour now. Who would have thought that it’d be hard to write to the fucking Prime Minister of England? Tommy certainly didn’t upon initially thinking of the idea. Now here he was, stuck after a paragraph as he wondered if his word choice would be correct enough to get Winston Churchill to actually want to finish reading it.

He was so invested in his writing - or his attempt to do so - that he didn’t even hear the door opening. It wasn’t until he heard the voice of his wife that he looked up: “Lizzie told me you’d be in here.”

Tommy only nodded, just barely glancing up at her before focusing on the paper again. He didn’t miss the sound of her footsteps approaching the desk though.

“What’re you working on?” she asked him, coming to his side and leaning against the desk to take a look at the paper in front of him.

“A much needed letter,” he answered, exhaling a bit of a sigh as he slouched back against his chair. He could feel her lean in closer, perhaps to take a better look at the letter.

“Dear Mr. Churchill…” she started off, reading in a formal tone. There was a bit of a pause before the sound of her heels turning on the hardwood was heard, “you’re writing to the bloody Prime Minister, Tommy?” she asked, a bit of surprise laced into her words.

“I am, yes,” he answered her with a nod, glancing up at her before continuing, “expect there hasn’t been much writing happening,” he ended his statement with a sigh, bringing his left hand up to run across his face before he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Well I can see why…it isn’t every day you write a letter to a man of that standing,” (Y/N) commented, her words making Tommy exhale a snort; one that she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at, “it’s an extraordinary feat, Tommy…I certainly wouldn’t know what to say,” she defended herself.

“It needs to get written,” he mumbled, reaching out to grab the half spent cigarette from the ashtray so that he could take a deep drag from it, “and it needs to happen before any other order of business comes up,” he concluded, smoke accompanying his words as he uttered them. He finished his stressed statement off with another drag before snuffing the cigarette out in the ashtray. He then sat back again, exhaling another frustrated huff as he did so.

“I see…” (Y/N) trailed off, nodding her head in understanding. She had an inkling of a thought that this was business related. With every move Tommy made, he had to do the background work to make sure that it was well calculated and would turn out the way he wanted it to. Oftentimes he’d frustrate himself in the process of completing that background work. “It isn’t worth beating yourself up over though, I’m sure. Take a break, maybe?” she suggested. It didn’t come as much of a surprise that his reaction to her suggestion was an incredulous one.

“Hmm,” he hummed at her statement, and (Y/N) couldn’t really discern if it was a hum of agreement, or of disapproval.

“Maybe I can take your mind off of it then?” she offered another suggestion, biting on her lip to stop the grin from forming when his eyes snapped up to her face. “You liked the sound of that, didn’t you?” she questioned, letting her grin show as she sat her hand flat on the desk and leaned her weight against it.

“Love, I need to write this letter,” Tommy stayed steadfast on his priorities. Despite the dismay in his tone, he didn’t exactly disagree with her suggestion.

“Doesn’t seem to be much writin’ going on,” (Y/N) quipped back, her words making him quirk an eyebrow in her direction.

They held each others stares until Tommy exhaled another sigh. After running a hand over his face, he dragged his eyes up to her. “What do you have in mind?” he asked, his words coaxing a grin from his wife.

“I’m happy you asked,” she chirped, moving to sit down on his lap. Tommy welcomed her with open arms, his hands falling onto her hips so that she would be secure. “I was just thinking that maybe I’d give you a kiss…” she paused, her hands falling onto his shoulders before she leaned in and pressed her lips to his, “…or two…” she kissed him again. A look of amusement formed on Tommy’s face. “And that maybe those kisses would help some ambition for writing to return,” she concluded, going in for a slightly longer kiss then.

“I thought you were working to distract me from writing, love?” he questioned her intentions when she pulled away.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but giggle at his question. “I wouldn’t exactly say distract…” she paused, lifting her one hand to tap on her chin as a physical show that she was thinking on how to finish her statement, “instead maybe I’m giving you a taste of what’s to come later,” she ended off her statement with a quick, suggestive glance; one that Tommy most certainly didn’t miss.

“A taste?” he asked another question, his eyebrows now raised.

“Yes. Of what’s to come later…after you finish writing your letter,” she added more detail, biting on her lip as she watched to see if he’d catch the stipulation that she’d thrown in there.

“After?” the inflection in his voice showed that he most certainly caught the stipulation.

“Of course,” (Y/N) responded like it was no big deal, “you said it yourself, it needs to get written before any other order of business comes up…” she trailed off then, a smirk full on across her features now.

The way he was clenching his jaw told her that she was grinding all of the right gears inside of him at this moment. It honestly egged her on even more.

“(Y/N)…” he tried, a bit of a warning tone laced into his voice. It didn’t deter (Y/N) from her plan in the slightest though. She leaned in and kissed his lips one last time before managing to free herself from his grasp so that she could stand up.

“I said that I’d get your mind off of it…and I think that I just did. Don’t keep me waiting up, Mr. Shelby,” she sent him an innocent smile as she backed away from his desk. Tommy said nothing as she backed herself all the way over to where the sitting area of his office was. There, she grabbed her coat and put it on. Then she blew him one last kiss before turning and walking to the door without looking back.

Tommy didn’t exhale the sigh he was holding in until the door shut. He then looked back down to the paper sitting on his desk, wracking his brain in hopes that sentences would form. “Dear Mr. Churchill…” he mumbled to himself before he began writing like his hand had been possessed by another being; coming out with words and sentence structures that he couldn’t begin to think of earlier. On second thought…maybe it had been possessed by another being.

Either way, he managed to write the letter in its entirety without taking a break or even looking towards the clock. Considering it a done deal, he left it on the desk for himself to proofread tomorrow. Now he needed to get home to his wife, who had provided a much welcomed distraction and got him back on track.

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[mimilogoff]

you're my music

song: the night we meet

warnings: angst to fluff?, violence, death(not Danny nor you)

"I want to show you something," Danny said as he guided me to his room and locked it. "okay.....what is it?" I said squinting my eyes at Danny, grabbing my hand he dragged me fast in front of his work table, and then I saw the demonic-looking book. "Danny.... what's this, where did you get it from?" I asked with concern, I had a little hobby in the field of witchcraft and I already knew that whatever this was, wasn't good." That's why I called you to come over! I told you there was an earthquake!" he said while looking at you with that look that I knew too well, he wanted to do something with that book, something you wouldn't like not one bit. "Danny, how did you find it?" you asked with concern visible on your face. "when I was in the garage with those annoying rats, the earthquake came, and after it, I saw that there was a hole and went to check. You should have seen what was inside, it was like an ancient bank, but anyway, after I got inside I went a little bit ahead and saw a dark room with many crosses and coins hanging from the roof-" I stopped Danny from his paragraph with grabbing the book and putting it inside the cover it came with. "were going to place it back where you found it from" I said with my hands visibly trembling, this was a demon book, something none should ever touch. "but mom won't let me out tonight" Danny looked at me with that piercing look of his, oh how I wish I could kiss those lips...get yourself together! you mentally slapped yourself then sighed in frustration. "tomorrow first thing in the morning you're returning that book!" I told him with a stern voice. "but I could sell it for a good price!" Danny compromised with me. "no, Danny! this is very dangerous!" Danny looked at me with sadness in his eyes then he snapped "You don't know anything! The money I would sell this for would be a blast for Mom! you would never understand!" I let him finish and without a word, I went out, he did not even bother to follow me or say sorry, no, not a word. I hope he at least will follow what I told him. As I was walking home to my cold and dark appartament I had one of the worst feelings, should have I not left? ... ... ... Its his choice! I warned him! I continued to ramble to myself till I arrived at my appartament. Going to the bathroom i looked myself in the mirror, what is he doing right now, is he thinking about me how I'm thinking about him? nah, no way, he surely doesn't even care about me, literally forgot about me, I tell myself as I walk into the shower, while washing my face i couldn't stop thinking about Dann, is he good? is he sleeping? my mind couldn't stop thinking about it, about him, what is he doing? is he thinking about me like im thinking about him? at least 10 precent? no way could he ever... i keept telling myself the same thing till i somehow found myself in the kitchen making some tea. 3AM read on my phone, oh dear lord how did time pass that fast? i continued as i was making my way to the bed ploping in it and dozing off in an instant.

RING!?

RING!?

RING!?

I shot my eyes open searching for my phone and looking at the contact...Danny? at 5AM? I answered, ready to scold him for calling me so early in the morning but I got interrupted by rapid breathing and hearing him scream at the phone for me to open the gates to the building I lived in, as I was rushing to press the button to it I heard him scream about his mom going crazy and all his family going crazy then I heard him running up the stairs to the 4th floor where I was so I opened the door and ran downstairs towards him when I saw him all bloody with his left arm covered in blood and visibly stab wound i=I helped him upstairs to my apartment and when I got him inside I locked the door as he kept shouting too, and started to undress him from the top to see the wound, not calling the ambulance as he said that he doesn't want to. "what happened?!" I asked him while searching in the kitchen for a pair of scissors without letting him answer I went into the bathroom to find the med kit then ran back to the kitchen almost slipping and starting to rapidly and messily throw everything on the table to find the disinfectant "tell me what happened?" I asked the second time a little bit calmer so as to not alarm him even more "Bite my shoulder if it hurts too much you'll tell me later what happened." I said as I started pouring the disinfectant on his wound making him scream and bite my shoulder making me wince in pain but I continued pouring, after making sure I got it clean I bandaged it as good as I could, his shoulder, arm, then locked it with a piece that went around his other shoulder. I sigh as I sit on the chair next to his handing him a glass of water. "now, tell me what happened." I asked as my hand went to his tight comforting." I.....I...I opened that damn book...and- and-" he began then got interrupted by his own sobs, I already knew what happened." did someone remain alive?" I asked as I looked at him sobbing not wanting yet to hug him, I had to know the truth. "yes Kassie and Beth, but They remained inside To kill it, I... I couldn't help and I just ran, it's all my fault-" he continued to sob then I hugged him. "Let's go to bed so you can lay and rest, you had a long night," I told him as I got up and helped him get up then he looked at me panicked "What's wrong?" I asked him then he shock his head and kept on saying that he didn't deserve to go to sleep and wake up, I then only realized how bad he actually felt "Oh Danny... come to bed, you deserve it, you're alive for a reason, stay alive for me, please." I beg as I look at him with pure love. He nods and grabs my hand as he lets himself dragged to my bedroom. When I let him sit after helping him to get his pants down and wash himself in the bathroom next to my bedroom I help him get the pajama pants he left over other times he came. I help him lay in my bed and as I go to the other side to go under the blankets too he grabs me with his right arm "Can you cuddle me...please?" he never asked me for physical touch, not saying a word I gently take him in my arms and make sure he's comfortable, with his head on my chest.

Before falling asleep he muttered something, something that will allways remain with me

"I love you.....please never leave me"

I kiss his forehead and whisper I love you, even tho he will never know how truly I love him, for how long I loved you, you will never leave me, you have nowhere to go, you have no one. I say to myself as I watch him sleep, oh how id do anything for you, my love.....

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧

Fanfiction: The Relics of Hogwarts (CLICK THE LINK BEFORE READING THIS)

Draco malfoy x Y/N Riddle (f!reader)

A/N: First chapter of the fanfic! It took me a whole week to write this, and a whole week to create the plot of the story. This chapter sets the tone for what is to come - more draco and the reader's interactions will happen in the following chapters. I am beyond excited to be posting this, I hope you guys enjoy it - I really had the best time writing it (it helps me deal with reality which I very much thank). Also, two things before you go and read it: one, my mother tongue is not English, once again, so forgive me for any mistake or wrong word that I might've used; two, every paragraph or conversation that is written in italic is a flashback (I think it was clear but just to be hella clear). That's everything for me to say... also you don't know the amount of research I've had to do in order to be precise on every description, family line, Hogwarts system... it's crazy the number of tabs I've opened during the creation of all of it. Last thing, I have never done this before but if you'd like to be on the taglist for each time I post a new chapter, put it in the comments or write me an inbox and I'll gladly do it! I'm going to try to do my best and post a chapter every week - two would be ideal. I tend to write pretty long chapters so it takes me a lot of time to finish them. I'm going to stop writing, this is becoming addictive. Love you, this fic is for all of you out there.

W/C: 4.3K

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Summer was about to come to an end. It was pouring rain in the Scottish mountain range; a wild, twisted, ravaging storm that left a lifeless valley at its steps. Someone was rushing through the vast hallways, crackling footsteps as he was approaching the stone gargoyle. He whispered in a low, hoarse voice: “Cockroach clusters”. A stoned spiraled staircase revealed itself behind the statue, he marched them upstairs.

At the top, a wooden door was slightly opened revealing at its gap a dim light and an overwhelming heat. Under this particular weather, there was a need of a fireplace.

The professor stepped in the headmaster’s office.

“Severus,” Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of the Wizarding School, Hogwarts, greeted the man, “what can I do for you in this, rather hectic evening?”

“I –” he stopped, having been interrupted by a loud thunder, “have some news from You Know Who.”

Dumbledore froze for a moment. “Ah!” he uttered, heading towards his centered desk, and sitting down. “Tell me what you know.”

“You Know Who’s daughter is supposedly coming to Hogwarts this year.”

“How is that possible?” Dumbledore seemed confused.

“He has gotten back in contact with her, after seventeen years,” Snape said in a monotone voice of his range. “I have been told to keep an eye on her.”

The storm was heavily attacking the gleaming windows.

“This is no coincidence - I suppose you know that, Severus.”

“I… assumed.”

“Voldemort has something in mind – something that involves the school – or Potter.”

“The child has always been in his sight, why would it be that now he is looking to get to him by sending his abandoned daughter off to school while she has a cursed bloodline herself, it seems a little…odd… from my perspective, Professor.”

“You’re right, Severus - but we need to be en garde.” Dumbledore was looking all around his desk seeming to try to dismantle this new information. “Does the girl know why she’s coming?”

“It seems like she does.”

“U-huh,” he replied. “Well, the link between Draco’s commended mission to kill me and the arrival of Voldemort’s daughter is evident; he’s trying to gain some presence within the school.”

“And,” he continued, “the girl and Draco have known each other merely from birth, they’ve grown up together as siblings, haven’t they, Severus?”

“I wouldn’t use the word siblings, Professor – as far as I know, they roughly consider each other cousins.”

“Right, right, cousins…”

“Professor,” uttered Snape.

“Huh?”

“What should I do?”

“Well,” Dumbledore got up and walked towards the animal that was gripping a stand cage. It was an elegant phoenix; he had crimson feathers covering his entire body and a long golden tail resembling that of a peacock. His name was Fawkes. Dumbledore caressed the animal as he continued, “you have no choice – she will have to attend this year at Hogwarts. In fact, she will directly be put into Slytherin, that way your task will be eased.”

“If I may, I don’t think she would’ve been sorted into any other house, giving her lineage, Professor.”

“Right, descendant of Salazar Slytherin, right…” Dumbledore didn’t seem to be there, his thoughts spiraling up, trying to find the connecting factor.

“I see you… pensive” said Snape in return.

Dumbledore moved from the bird to the East of the room and stood next to the recollection of memories bottled up in glass jars.

“We both know, Severus, that Voldemort doesn’t hold any sort of affection towards his daughter; he’s incapable of it.” He frenetically moved to the West of the room. “That girl has been raised by Druella Black, mother of the living Bellatrix Lestrange and Narcissa Malfoy. The girl has never had any contact with her father, nor her mother for that matter.”

“If I may ask… what happened to the mother?”

“Well, no one knows what happened to her; no one even knows who she is. Voldemort hasn’t had any known-of partner in his life.”

“Right,” replied Snape. “Although the girl has, so it seems, a tight relation with the Diggory family.”

“The Diggorys… Cedric Diggory? The boy that Voldemort killed during the Triwizard Tournament?” inquired Dumbledore.

“Indeed. She’s presumably close to his father, Amos Diggory, who works in the Ministry of Magic.” completed Snape.

“How?”

“I don’t know, but she will come to the school as his niece, omitting her last name Riddle.”

“A façade.” Dumbledore had a lost look.

“Yes.”

“There’s a lot of things that we can’t grasp, Severus. You will keep an eye on her, I will deal with the rest.”

“As you wish.”

Snape turned around, swinging his cape as he moved to the door.

“Severus,” Dumbledore called him, before he could walk away, “Hogwarts is, once again, being threatened. This time, it might be the last time”. He looked at his hand, a black dark magic had scattered through most of it.

Snape understood his words but didn’t reply.

A black figure made his way down the enchanted staircase.

ྀ࿔

The hallways were full of students. Bustling chatter about summertime and vacations was spreading around the walls of the entrance hall. First years were arriving in canoes through the Great Lake that surrounded Hogwarts while upper years were progressively making an entrance, after getting off the Hogwarts Express.

She noticed the attunes of most students. Black robes seemed to be the official uniform, with varying colors on the hood, sleeves and the edge of the front depending on the student who was wearing it. At the front of it, there was a patch in accordance with the colors of the robe – she assumed it was the house patch of the student. She particularly laid her eyes on the green one, the one who seemed to have a snake in the middle. She knew that Father had attended the school – and even if she was mostly ignorant about the school system and supposed houses, she knew her father had been a green-robed student.

Snape started to climb up the Grand Stairs, she followed him. Various students and professors were hectically going up and down the stairs, making her have to pay attention to not brush shoulders with any of them. Snape was not looking back at her, swinging from side to side as if he knew seconds ahead who was going to go up or down.

Her mind wondered back to the reason why she was there; to the mission Father had commended her to do. She had heard about Wizarding Schools, Hogwarts in particular, since nearly her birth. However, Druella never wanted her to get mingled with academic wizards and witches, fearing for her life as a Riddle. That last name did not follow any welcoming reception in the Wizarding World. But after Father’s come back, things have changed all around.

She couldn’t help but travel back to the moment it all started.

“F-father?” she called him, pitch black consuming the entire room of the Malfoy Manor.

She could hear him moving. Hollow wooden floorboards slowly crackling at his steps. She could also hear his snake hissing - that’s how she knew he was standing in front of her.

“Child,” he finally said with a whispery, throaty voice, “I missed you.”

She felt two arms making their way to her ribs while slowly tangling behind her on what seemed to be a hug. She didn’t move, shivering of horror.

“My daughter.” She felt the air of his voice in her ear, making her swift breathing be noticed.

She understood that he knew she was afraid.

His arms were no longer wrapping her, and she felt how he was circling her by the crackling wood yet again.

“How have the Blacks been treating you?”

She gasped.

“Fair enough…Father.”

He seemed to have moved to the other side of the room.

“And the Malfoys? The young boy, Draco, is he nice to you?”

She tried to relax her breathing.

“He is - they all have always treated me as one of their own.”

“But you’re not one of them, are you?”. He moved closer to her again, as she felt his snake sliding next to her foot.

“I-I guess I’m not.” She could’ve sworn she saw a monster in front of her. She closed her eyes tightly.

“Your stay with them might’ve been enjoyable, but I’m afraid you must leave.”

Something in her stopped when she heard those words.

“Where?” she inquired.

“To the Diggorys.”

“I don’t know who they are.”

He was standing in front of her. She could sense it.

“They are nice people that will take you under their roof – now, I need you to befriend them, become one of them. You will need to take on their last name.”

She didn’t say a word and let him continue.

“I need some things that lay within the walls of Hogwarts; some things that someone wants to steal.”

“Harry Potter,” she whispered, not being able to contain herself.

“Do not mention his name!” he raised his voice, and she could feel his face almost touching hers.

She nearly started sobbing.

“You don’t get to say his name in front of me, do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He leaned back some inches from her. “Some objects that are in the castle belong to me. I hid them so they would be safe - but it has come to my attention that they might be in danger.”

She kept listening.

“When the time comes, I will need you to go to Hogwarts as a Diggory and bring those objects back to me. You will be fully awarded for the act,” he paused, “and gain your place by my side.”

She heavily breathed when she heard that. After all those years, her father was offering her a chance to make him proud, to honor her last name, to have a family.

“What are these objects?”

“You’ll must bring me the cup of Helga Hufflepuff, the diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw, the locket of Salazar Slytherin and the sword of Godric Gryffindor. All of them make the Relics of Hogwarts.”

“Now,” he continued, “you will leave to the Diggorys tomorrow morning. I will be back to tell you when you will attend Hogwarts.” He paused. “I’m afraid I must leave you now, dear girl.”

“Father?” She needed to ask.

“Yes?”

“Who is my mother?” she asked away. She figured that now that he needed her, he couldn’t hurt her for asking.

The seconds that lasted the silence lingered in her like a death sentence.

“Your mother ran away as she had the chance. I would be tarnishing your name by speaking of her.”

She knew that wasn’t the truth; she sensed it in his voice.

“Did you love her?”

He breathed heavily; he was getting tired of this conversation. He swiftly approached her once again.

“Love does not exist. Don’t let them bewitch your mind.”

And just like that, he vanished through dark smoke.

ྀ࿔

“Hogwarts. What a pathetic excuse for a school,” Draco snapped. “I’d pitch myself off the Astronomy Tower if I had to continue for another two years.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Pansy Parkinson, close friend of Draco, replied.

“Let’s just say, I don’t think you’ll see me wasting my time in Charms class next year.”

Draco, Pansy and Blaise were sitting down in a wagon of the Hogwarts Express. Draco knew it was his last time returning to Hogwarts. He also knew his biggest stress this year was not going to be about returning good grades home or beating Potter in the Quidditch finals. The Dark Lord had commended him a very important mission, and now that his father was facing sentence in Azkaban, he had to bear with the responsibility of the family’s loyalty towards the Dark plan.

Blaise blurted out a small chuckle to Draco’s words.

“Amused, Blaise?” the blonde boy replied. “We’ll see just who’s laughing in the end.”

Draco heard a noise coming from the rack above their seats and saw his bag having slightly been moved. Someone was eavesdropping on the conversation through an invisibility spell, and he bet on bloody Potter. He didn’t talk much after knowing the conversation was not confidential. In what twisted pathetic adventure was Potter trying to be the hero on this time? His blood was boiling by just having to pretend not knowing he was there. That tosser that everyone always praised – he wouldn’t last two days in his position. After all, life was not about heroic acts, corny speeches, and lucky fate – some people had been given a family name to respect, an expectation to be met. He thought, once again, about the mission that had been commended to him by the Dark Lord; how his wand would have to end the life of the greatest wizard alive; how he would go onto History as the man who assassinated Albus Dumbledore. He realized his hands were sweaty and his heartbeat higher than normal. He tried to keep his composure in front of everyone in the wagon and fixed his gaze on the rich green Scottish fields – clouds welcoming him to a thunderstorm.

ྀ࿔

“Ah! Y/N Diggory! Come in, come in…” Dumbledore greeted the girl in his office.

“Thank you,” she replied, following Snape. She didn’t take too much time to have a look at the curious, but glamorous place.

“Do you fancy my office? I must admit I am really fond of collecting peculiar objects,” he approached a table where all sorts of outlandish things were scattered. She noticed the blackness of his hand when he grabbed one of the objects, “I don’t always know what they do but I find them really unique as room decoration, don’t you think?”

“I’m sure being the headmaster has its advantages when it comes to decorating.”

“Oh, being the headmaster has plenty of advantages, Miss. Diggory,” he replied in a whispery tone.

“Now, you, as a new Hogwarts student, have also a lot of advantages;” he continued, “First of all, you are skipping from year one to year six, so you won’t have to bear first years’ Potions on how to make a cure for boils or first year’s Defense Against the Dark Arts on how to cast an Expelliermus.”

You simply nodded.

“Then, Professor Snape has told me that you’ve already passed through the Sorting Hat and you have been assigned to Slytherin, is that correct, Severus?”

“It is.”

It was not correct. She hadn’t gone through any house assignation, but she understood that Dumbledore didn’t know about it, and that Snape had probably settled her in Slytherin for a reason – therefore, she didn’t question it.

“Wonderful. An ambitious, clever girl, I see”.

She smirked at him. She bet he was not by any means a Slytherin himself.

“Lastly, I assume you have all this year’s textbooks, ingredients, plants, constellation maps, perhaps? Oh! I assume you have a pet by now! And a wand…”

She looked at Snape, knowing that she hadn’t bought any of those things herself. Except for the wand that she got at Ollivanders when she was eleven, after Druella had told her she would get a private tutor to teach her magic.

“She has,” Snape simply replied, without giving her any look back.

“Then everything seems to be settled. How are you feeling, Miss. Diggory?” Dumbledore deeply stared at her. This time, she felt like he really wanted to know the answer.

“Really honored to join the school, Sir.”

“My door is always open for any visits. Never underestimate the magic of being listened, Miss. Diggory.”

She nodded and followed Snape downstairs, thinking she was probably never going to step into that office again.

Snape and Y/N arrived at the dungeons of the school, where the Slytherin dormitories could be found. Snape turned around to talk to Y/N.

“All of your things are in your dorm, number 3, all the schedule and times are also in your dorm, the password to the common room is pure-blood… don’t want you sneaking after ten p.m. or you could get… into trouble.” His intimidating black eyes were on hers. He turned around with a swing of his cape.

“Oh,” He turned towards her again, “supper starts at six.”

She was alone in the castle for the first time. She uttered the password on a low voice and a bare stretch of stone wall opened, leading her to a corridor. Once she walked through it, only lightened by torches hang up on the stone walls, she arrived at the common room. It was a high ceiling, ample room; dark green shades flickering from the multiple windows. Low backed black and dark green button-tufted, leather sofas were placed all around the room; skulls on top of tables; and dark wood cupboards. Tapestries of numerous medieval figures decorated the walls. Y/N noticed the highlighted portrait of an old man that she recognized to be Salazar Slytherin, founder of the Slytherin house and one of the four founders of Hogwarts. She knew this because she was a distant relative of his, through her father of course. She noticed she was alone and headed directly to her dorm.

Her dorm was a five-bed room with one bathroom. She recognized her bag next to one of the beds. On the side table, she found a pile of textbooks; she started leafing through some of the books: Advanced Potion-Making, A Guide To Advanced Transfiguration, Flesh-Eating Trees Of The World… Her eyes wondered to the parchment at the right where her schedule and attending courses were shown. She started to read through the different school norms and times when she felt something brushing her leg. She startled at the contact when she saw a small black kitten going under her bed. She kneeled and grabbed it, putting it on the bed. The kitten had big emerald eyes that were looking into hers, as if it had some sort of human spirit inside.

“You must be my pet, huh?” She grabbed it again and looked to confirm the sex. “A Miss… Should give you a name, shouldn’t I?” She laid down on her bed caressing the kitten on her chest, thinking of a name for her. She realized that it was the first time she let herself sink down and relax since her arrival. A lot of thoughts were constantly crossing her mind telling her to focus on everything, to plan everything, to think about everything – it was exhausting. Exhausting… she came up with something.

“Your name is Exhonia. What do you think?” she asked the kitten as if she was going to reply. The kitten was scratching her jumper.

“Okay Exhonia, don’t get too ahead on yourself.” She grabbed the rather turbulent cat and placed it next to her on the bed.

The only time she had ever dealt with a cat was a the Diggory’s house, near Ottery St Catchpole. Cedric’s pet had been a brown and white cat, a rather upset one she might add, especially when Cedric was not around anymore. She had gone to the Diggory’s a month after the boy’s death when Father had asked her to.

“What can I do for you, dear?” a middle-aged man, short and plump opened the door of the cottage.

“My name is Y/N, Sir – is this the Diggory’s house?”

“Yes, yes… what is it that you want?” he wouldn’t entirely open the front door, as if he didn’t trust the world outside.

“I came to talk to you. I was really close to Cedric.”

The man seemed to freeze.

“And I was hoping to come and meet you since you would’ve been my father-in-law”.

And that is how she managed to spend a year living under the roof of the Diggorys. Amos Diggory fully believed her when she told him the story of how she was supposed to marry Cedric once he would end the Triwizard Tournament; how they had wanted to wait until the end of it to tell his parents. She told him, through a little bit of sobbing, how her parents had dropped dead on a car accident, being herself a muggle-born, and that the only family she had left was the Diggorys – even if she had never met them before. Amos and his wife found in her a beam of light; the spirit of Cedric in a beautiful fifteen-year-old girl. They never questioned the story, nor her intentions and adopted her as a Diggory that had always belonged in the family. It was not until one year later that Y/N shared with them her dream of attending Hogwarts, as Father had contacted her back and told her it was time she fulfilled her mission. They accepted with little objection, happy that they could spoil a girl as they once did to Cedric. Y/N, as a sign of gratitude, asked them if she could inherit their last name, to which they happily agreed. She became Y/N Diggory, niece of Mr. and Mrs. Diggory, as she told them it would be more appropriate taking into consideration that no one knew about her planned marriage with Cedric. Even if Y/N didn’t really want to get mingled in the Diggorys life, she knew they were living in delusion, desperately looking to fill the void of their son’s death – which Y/N, in a way, managed to do. They were in need of a miracle, she offered them the fairiest of fairy tales… who cared if it was all a script of lies at the end of the day?

Her thoughts came back to the present moment when she heard a bell chiming the hour. Six, so she counted. She decided to go down for supper, still curious that no students had yet come to the common room.

She walked up the stairs and dived through the hallways, meeting no one on the way. When she started to hear some familiar voice she recognized as to Dumbledore’s, she followed it, understanding she was somehow late to some sort of first day speech. But in the middle of her wanderings, an old-wrinkled man with a cat yelled at her.

“And what do you think you’re doing lurking in the hallways?” He firmly grabbed her by the arm.

“I was looking for the Great H- let go of me!” she replied, trying to get rid of his grip.

“The headmaster will hear about your wanderings, young lady!” He dragged her towards the doors of the Great Hall. Both doors slammed open when he pushed them with his bare hand. Dumbledore’s speech was immediately interrupted. Hundreds of eyes turned towards the old man’ and Y/N’s direction.

“Headmaster, sorry to provoke such an entrance but I found this girl wandering around the castle, missing the opening ceremony” he gave her away to everyone in the room. He pushed her forward so everyone could see who he was screaming about.

She stood at the beginning of the corridor between the students’ tables. She looked ahead, Dumbledore standing up in a podium, several professors sitting down behind him and, of course, a few inches away from her, long tables filled with students of different ages, different houses, staring at her like she was the most bizarre specimen. She decided to say something.

“Sir, I-“

“There’s no need, Miss. Diggory,” after her last name had been dropped, all students started to look at each other, mumbles starting to form, “you can join your table with the other Slytherin students.”

She didn’t reply, hearing how the room had become a cloud of voices at this point.

“Thank you Argus for the help. But, Miss. Diggory was just lost, being this her first day at Hogwarts.” The voices intensified. “Now, while it is always very joyful to welcome new students, I must ask you to stop the chatter.” Students seemed to listen to him, and seconds later there was little to no sound.

Y/N sat down on the first free seat at the Slytherin table, still feeling like half of the students’ gazes were settled on her. Once Dumbledore had proceeded with his speech, she discretely took a look on the people that surrounded her. Four large tables divided the Great Hall, one for each house. Her gaze wondered through the Gryffindor table, looking for a certain scared-boy. She of course knew about the prophecy, as well as she knew the history between him and her father. She had thought about eventually meeting Harry Potter but never really figured how she would react to his presence. Should she hate him, pity him, fear him? The boy was her age – which didn’t leave a lot of room for fear. But she was still curious to see how they would react to one another, even if the boy was unaware of who her father was, as well as everyone. She guessed she would eventually meet the chosen one during class.

Her eyes turned back to Dumbledore, who was finishing talking, when someone pulled their arm towards her.

“They are calling you from there,” a dark-haired boy told her, while pointing to the other side of the long table.

She switched her focus to look for the person who was calling her. A blonde boy tilted his head down to meet her gaze. He playfully tilted his eyebrows while a smirk made its way to his face. She smiled at him while slowly shaking her head. It was no other than the heir of the Malfoys himself. He stared deep into her eyes a little longer, then shifted his gaze back to some Professor that had started talking. She looked at him a little longer, letting herself feel for no more than five seconds the accelerated heartbeat that she was still unfamiliar with. She eventually switched her gaze back to the Professor too. The Slytherin heir was back at Hogwarts, and this time, she had the Prince of Slytherin by her side.

part two

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[witchwyfe]

post practice - tik

I pairing: college soccer player! Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x female reader

I précis: watching your bf’s soccer practice!

I content/warnings: college au, college soccer player au, fluff

I word count: 858

I a/n: prob gonna make a mini series for college soccer player ice bc he’s sooo dreamy

You watch as Ice runs drills with his team. To you, it's a wonder that he can focus so well when you're in the stands. You can't even process one paragraph from your textbook when Ice studies with you.

He meets your eye quickly, but not so quick that you don't see his wink, or the light pink that rises on his cheeks. You stand corrected.

You don't normally find yourself in the stands when Ice is practicing. Games, sure, but you didn't want to be the overly obnoxious soccer girlfriend who came to practices--you aren't, all of his teammates like you and even the coaches, who suspect the boys play better when they have an audience, even if it's an audience of one. But Ice's game this weekend is away--too far for you to even justify. So you told him you'd come to one of his practices this week.

He does not force you to come to his games, he doesn't even ask you to. The only game he ever asked you to come to was before you started dating--that was over a year ago and now you try to be a regular at all of his games.

You absentmindedly run your finger on the chain of your necklace, the one that holds your small cube shaped--ice cube shaped-diamond. It was an anniversary gift from your boyfriend, and now an everyday staple to your wardrobe.

Your economics textbook is sprawled out on your lap, but you're not really paying attention like you told Ice you would.

"I don't want to distract you from your schoolwork." He'd said after you informed him you'd be attending his Thursday practice. 

"Okay, you won't." You smile evilly.

"You sure?"

"No."

He throws his head back and groans. "Angel, you shouldn't come then."

"It's fine Ice. I already finished my paper, I just have some econ homework."

He frowns, but doesn't protest when you lean on him to press a kiss to his chin.

And now, as you watch him run around in his uniform practice t-shirt and shorts, you close your textbook and shove it into your tote bag.

For the next hour you watch as Ice and his teammates run around and occasionally stop for water. When they break up and all head for the bench, Ice looks up and meets your eyes, you stand up and grab your tote bag. You make your way down to the fence that separates the field from the stadium, standing over Ice.

A few of his teammates linger, and you smile at them, reaching in your bag for the extra water bottle you brought. Ice frowns when he sucks the last of the water from his Yeti bottle, and you produce the extra.

“C’mere baby,” You coo, leaning down to pop a kiss on his mouth before handing him the water. 

“Thanks angel.” He grins, teeth gleaming, before pulling the bottle to his mouth. 

“Oh look, Iceman’s got his girl here!” One of his teammates, Nick, calls, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Hey Goose!” You call back, brushing hair out of your face. 

“Hey,” He walks up to Ice, slinging an arm around his shoulder. “Sorry doll, had I known you were here, I would’ve played better.”

You snort, shaking your head. 

“Stop hitting on my girl, Goose.” Ice says, rolling his eyes.

“Yours for now,” He retorts. Ice’s teammates like to rile him up, and the best way to do it, is be involving you. Nick’s act is just that, an act. You know for a fact that he’s crushing hard on a girl in your friend group—Carole—he’s told you himself.

“Ooh, I don’t think Carole would like to hear that!” You tease, laughing when red paints his cheeks. He mumbles something about having to go, then grabs his stuff. You wait until everyone else has left before hopping over the fence, tossing your tote back to the ground, then sliding down right in front of Ice.

“Jesus baby, you gotta be careful.” He chides, giving you a stern look.

You give him an apologetic smile before sliding your arms around his waist. He can’t help the smile that captures his lips as he looks at you lovingly. 

“You did good today.” 

“Mmh?” He hums. “You a soccer expert now?”

You nod, running a hand through his sweat-slicked hair, the perspiration making the usual bright blonde locks, a much darker hue. 

“I should be at this point. With how many games have I sat through with you? Oh and those youtube videos, and old game footage and—“

“Okay!” He cuts you off with an embarrassed laugh, pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “You are definitely an expert. And thank you.”

You chuckle and grin up at him. 

“Wanna go get food?” You ask, hooking your arm into his. He nods, leaning over to kiss the top of your head. 

“Then you can help me with the econ homework I didn’t finish.”

You break away from his arm and jog ahead so you can pretend you don’t hear his exasperated groan of your name.

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[daffi-990]

WIP Wednesday

Got a little something from when your heart releases, you won’t fall to pieces. This is just before this snippet and to set the scene a little bit; it’s the next day after Eddie’s breakdown and Buck is at the loft packing a bag while Eddie is at an emergency appointment with Frank (Buck is planning on staying with the Diaz’s for a week).

I’m not sure how I feel about it .. parts of it I’m happy with but others (re: the last paragraph) I’m a bit iffy on. Guess that’s what editing is for though right? 😅

Buck has just finished zipping up his suitcase when he hears keys in the front door. With his suitcase in one hand, Buck makes his way down the stairs where Taylor is sorting through her mail at the kitchen counter. It’s rare for her to be home in the middle of the day, lately she’s hasn’t been coming back until after dinner, usually staying late at the office working on some story. Upon hearing his descent she looks up at him, smile faltering when she notices the bag in his hand.

“What’s with the bag?” She raises a manicured eyebrow as her eyes bore into his suitcase as if she’s trying to see into it, like if she knows it’s contents she’ll know where he’s going. Taylor’s never liked not knowing things, that’s what makes her such a ruthless reporter, she’s always so hungry for answers.

“Uh—.” Buck feels like he’s in a school play and the spotlights are on him but he’s frozen and can’t remember his lines. He knows he needs to tell Taylor that he’ll be at Eddie’s for the week, but he doesn’t want to tell her why. Eddie is in a vulnerable place right now and the last time Buck shared personal information about what his best friend was struggling with, well it didn’t go over well. In fact he almost lost his best friend because of it. He’s not making that mistake again. “I can’t tell you why, not in detail, but uh- Eddie he- he needs me right now. Needs my help. So I’m going to stay at the Diaz’s for the week and help out with Chris.”

He braces himself for her reply, knowing that when it comes to the subject of the Diaz’s, Eddie in particular, Taylor can get this look in her eyes and then it’s like a wall goes up and she gets short, clipped and often cold. Buck doesn’t get it. Eddie is his best friend and he should be able to talk about him without feeling like his girlfriend is a bomb, one word away from going off.

“Doesn’t he have a carer for that? Carla?” Taylor points out. No is Eddie okay or is Chris alright, just straight to the facts.

Buck really likes Taylor’s passion for journalism, but sometimes (okay a lot of the time), she can let facts get in the way of feelings. She’ll chase down a story and cover it with no regard to how it could affect the person or people involved. It’s something that Buck’s never been comfortable with, but he’d just pushed the discomfort aside because Taylor wasn’t going to change and if Buck wanted their relationship to work, he needed to get past it or in this case, ignore it. He doesn’t think he can ignore it for much longer, in fact, he isn't sure he wants to. Their relationship feels like it’s teetering on the edge of a cliff and Buck’s starting to think it might be best to just jump off, let whatever’s left between them break apart as they hit the bottom.

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#daffi writes #fic: when your heart releases you won’t fall to pieces #buddie wip #buddie #writing Buck and Taylor towards the end of their relationship when Buck knows he has feelings for Eddie is hard #gah I hope I’m doing okay with it and this whole fic doesn’t feel weird and disjointed

[miitarashi]

Warning: it's another post like SFW and NSFW headcanons post to celebrate the 50 followers. Please,be aware that will be suggestive content so,if you don't like or don't feel comfortable scroll away and ignore,if you read,keep in mind that all of it is my personal opnion by the voices on my mind source. You've been warned.

[Name] = reader (neutral)

(Sorry for any mispeling words)

☆SFW headcanons☆

Let's begin with a cute one.

it's probably take a while for Tintin to notice his feelings,so haddock was always teasing him when you was with them like:

"Oh! Isn't the [Name] over there? Lookin beautiful don't ye think lad?? Go on and say it for them!"

"Lad,invite they to go with you!"

And even when,after some time it begin to be obvious (except for himself) haddock was dumbfounded.

"Lad,ye still didn't said for them yet?!"

"Said what?"

"for thousand demons- Lad,you like them!"

"Oh of course,they so joyful,undestanding,helpful and..."

"....lad"

"Oh-"

Overal,you thanked Haddock for it later.

Remember when i said that he always give a kiss of goodbye and when he came back?

If he forget,he'll walk back to give the kiss,he need it to start his day properly.

But if he remember about it too far from home,as soon he come back,will make up for it in anyway. A flower,little gift,whatever.

Sometimes you have to remind him of eating (it's basically canon that Tintin don't care too much about food,he just eat because he need to). Things always goes:

"Tintin,it's past the lunch time already"

"Sorry,i didn't noticed. I'll just finish this paragraph"

"I didn't eat and i'm waiting for you"

This always work to make him stop,look at the clock and then back for you. He sigh getting up and walking over to you with a defeated smile.

Stare. We all know that every time,mostly, he hold or follow the peoples gaze while speaking,then expect him looking dead into your eyes while saying how much he love you or just complimenting you in any way.

He do it to show how serious he is tho (words of affirmation 😌🙏🏽)

He like to go out with you,but what he love the most is just to lie down on the couch or bed with you doing nothing. It's his definition of a perfect quality time.

If you know something that can be useful about some case of his,Tintin will ask for your help right away so you don't feel left out

just don't think he'll bring you along because his utmost fear is you end up hurt or worst if you go along.

He's protective for obvious reasons.

Another thing about the stare,you can easily catch him just watching you doing whatever. Cooking,singing,reading,painting or drawing (if you know).

He's admiring and taking mental notes of your little things to compliment it later.

Tintin's a morning person so normally,when you wake up he'll probably have a mug of fresh hot coffee ready to help you wake up

He adore to see your sleepy face and messy hair,try me.

To finish,another cute one.

If he finds the clue to solve the case, with or without your help, he'll end up doing the same thing he did to Haddock.

Tintin will hug you and spin around with you in his arms, bouncing happily. Possibly giving a little kiss too just because yes 😌👌🏽

☆NSFW headcanons☆

Ok. First things first.

✨️Stare✨️

Before you could use it on him,he did it first.

The why he prefer positions that you're facing him is only to keep eye contact as much he can.

He just adore seeing your beautiful face melting in pleasure and when your eyes roll as soon he really begins to move.

If you look away. There's two things that can happen.

Or he'll grab your chin,firmily but never enough to hurt,forcing you to look at him.

Or he's gonna come closer to your ear and ask with his smooth voice,but a bit breathless by his effort:

"Don't look away Darling...eyes on me..."

If you just randomly picked up the brat persona for this time and insist to not look...

You know he's good with words,he's a writer,then you receive:

He suddenly slow down,coming back for the steady pace. His hands travelling your body to touch on every weak spot that he knows to make you even more sensitive.

"You're sensitive already...and i can make you feel it even more...so, [Name],let's see how much you can take it,shall we?"

Remember,he's cynical.

He'll do exactly it. Melting away your bratness tiring you up by overstimulation. This is his way of being "rough" since he feel a bit unease to really go hard on you.

He's protectiveness stop him from doing so because he really don't want to harm you without wanting you know?

To make he really do it,will take some time to warm him up for the idea,he's a big softy.

This can happen only when he's feeling bold enough. Not often but believe me,this will be the best even more because he tie you up when he's feeling like this.

Tintin being bold is he trying to make you vocal and quiet at the same time.

Bear with me here.

He love hearing you? Of course. But seeing you trying to be quiet and most of the times failing and crying out his name? Priceless.

And he'll even tease about it,saying something like:

"You look so adorable like this darling...let's see how much you can keep it down?" Or

"Be quiet [Name]...i don't want to disturbe Mrs Finch too much..."

Expect him saying sorry a lot for his behavior on the next day,he don't regret,just feel a bit ashemed.

Important thing: say his name.

I solely know that this is the high point for him.

Tintin loves hearing his name falling from your lips in a whimper or silent moan.

Definitily proud if he end up making you scream his name (he can. Easily. Try me)

Marks. Probably most of them will be hickyes,he only bites to tease so it don't leave a mark.

But he love receiving it. Bites,hickyes or (favorite one) back scratchs.

He like to feel that slight aching feeling from what your nails had done to his back on the day after.

Fun fact: Mrs Finch really end up complaining about the noises,he profusely said sorry with an awkaward face. After this,he closed the door letting a deep and embarrassed sigh and from this day on you two only do this when she's out lol.

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A/N: and here it is! Probably the last one of this type of headcanons and what better than doing it to celebrate 50 followers??? (I mean 52 by now lol) and again,thank you all for this,it's so good to see people really liking my content so much even when i procrastinate a lot. aNyWaYs! Very thank you and I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF Y'ALL CONSIDER YOURSELVES VIRTUALLY EMBRACED 😌❤️

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[reds-skull]

Not Alive, Nor Dead

[PREV PART] [AO3]

I was finishing up a cranberry jam while writing the first paragraphs, so I gave Ghost some to eat as well lol

The pantry is well stocked, for how barren the safe house is. Ghost sighs as he moves another stack of canned corn. What wouldn’t he give to have some tea right about now.

He settles on a jar of what looks like strawberry jam and a few crackers as his breakfast, and takes his food to the unstable table in the center of the room. 

Johnny still hasn’t woken up, Ghost bitterly notes while munching on the stale crackers. The fact his fingertips are still unlit only sinks the stone in his chest further down.

He switches focus to Rudy when the man stirs awake, blinking bleariness away and straightening in his chair. He notices Ghost after looking at where Soap is and confusingly searching the room.

Rudy yawns as he comes to sit next to the table, “you didn’t wake me up for lookout?”

Ghost swallows another piece of remarkably dry cracker, “looked like you needed it more than me.”

The Vaquero’s eyes soften a tad, and he silently watches Ghost continue eating before getting up, “I’ll make us a tea.”

Ghost can feel his eyes widen, thanking each and every fucking Reaper in his heart, “cheers.”

Rudy smiles at his sudden bout of energy. The man instantly shot up in Ghost’s ‘most favored’ list.

Gaz joins their little breakfast not soon after, probably summoned by the heavenly smell of Rudy’s tea. They go about eating quietly, Ghost observing the others sending worried glances at Soap every few seconds. It almost starts to irritate him.

He hates not knowing what’s going on. He hates seeing Johnny in this state, knowing it’s Ghost’s fault.

Ghost cradles the still-warm mug, now empty, when he sees little flashes of light appearing in the room. He tilts his head in confusion, following the little manifestations materialize into moths, the tiny beings of light lazily flying around.

He gets up, slowly walking closer.

“Ghost? Something wrong?” Gaz calls behind him with a mouthful of corn.

“Moths…” he absentmindedly murmurs, following the otherworldly insects to the couch, to Johnny.

He hears the others get up from their chairs, “what are you talking about, hermano? I can’t see any.”

The moths land on Soap, idly walking over his cheeks, his arms, making their way down to his fingertips. They barely react to Ghost’s presence.

Garrick steps closer to him, “I think you need to sleep, mate…”

Ghost ignores them, watching as bright wings leave colorful embers behind them. Just like in Limbo, just like in his Reaper’s realm.

One small moth reaches Johnny’s fingertip.

Flame rekindles on his index.

More moths join it, lighting his right hand back.

“Look, his hand!” Gaz exclaims behind him, “is he waking up?”

A moth lands on his left arm, swiftly crawling to his hand. Johnny’s skin starts glowing, the veins under the dark marks of Limbo illuminate behind the insect.

The radiant blood flows down the limb, and Ghost feels the air heating up unnaturally. A sort of primal fear makes him take a step back.

Soap’s left hand ignites.

Johnny screams.

Fire, white, wispy flames, climb his arm, Soap jumping up, lifting his arm away from him, face contorted in pain.

Ghost hears voices behind him yell, try to calm his Sergeant down. 

The fire continues to grow, engulfing his back, and for a split second Johnny looks up at Ghost with a plea in his eyes.

They tell him, “Make it stop, Simon.” 

Without thinking, Ghost steps forward, and grabs Johnny’s left hand with his right. He expects pain to burn through him, but…

Ghost’s hand burns, the white flames turning his glove into ashes. Yet he doesn’t feel a thing, beside warmth, a sensation that reminds him only of bright smiles and silly jokes.

Johnny stops screaming, tries to shake off Ghost’s hold, “Simon, stop! Yer hand-!”

The flames instantly dissipate into the air, the moths along with it, leaving tiny specks of light to float through the air between them.

Johnny’s stare whips from Ghost’s eyes to their hands, and he lifts them to look at how Ghost’s skin, scarred as it may be, is completely unharmed.

Gaz and Rudy walk around them, horror on their face morphing to confusion.

Johnny gazes at Ghost’s eyes, “you’ve taken light… that’s what it meant.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Garrick finally asks.

Soap’s eyes unfocus, his stare drifting to the ground, hand letting go of his, “Limbo changed us.”

Ghost sees him faltering, legs weak and unstable. He catches his shoulder, “let’s get you something to eat first, Johnny.”

Soap looks at him, eyes wide, nodding meekly.

“Want some tea, Johnny?”

His Sergeant levels him with the most offended stare Ghost has ever seen on his face, “...no.”

Ghost basks in the way his eyes soften as they gaze at each other, “your loss.”

Garrick, ever oblivious, slams his empty (third) mug of tea, “alright, you two need to explain what the fuck is happening before I go mad.”

They both avert their eyes to look at Gaz, Rudy joining after finishing up with the dishes. Ghost sighs internally.

He supposes they can start from the start, “revenants in Limbo aren’t usually able to use their powers. I haven’t killed any particularly strong ones, but even the ones that do… they can’t escape its victims.”

Gaz nods thoughtfully, “no one survives the void.”

“No one except Johnny.” Ghost looks at the flickering flames on Soap’s hands, one bright with yellows and oranges, the other white. “At first, he survived only because I brought him to my safe zone. It changed him a bit, making him see the hands that try to grab me in this world, but this time…”

Soap picks up when his throat clogs, “Ghost was too far fer me to reach. I entered Limbo, and the victims tried to kill me.”

“But they didn’t” Rudy hums with interest.

Johnny shakes his head, “I blew them up, I kept killin’ them, but one got me.” he lifts his left arm, showcasing the fingerprints wrapping around his skin, “Ghost took back Limbo right after, but something changed. My hand felt cold, my fire was… different.”

Ghost looks at the unnatural white fire, “it looks like what I use to protect myself in Limbo.”

Garrick’s brows shoot up, “you gave him some of your powers?!”

“They gave each other”, Rudy realizes, “the fire didn’t burn your hand.”

Ghost feels his Reaper’s voice echo through the recesses of his mind, ”we didn’t give. We stole.”

“How is that possible…” Gaz trails off.

Ghost wonders as well. It’s one thing that one trip to Limbo allowed Soap to see his victim’s pesky hands, but to actually change his physicality? 

Despite being its ruler, Limbo hides many secrets from Ghost. A place designed to kill anyone on Earth, no matter how strong. 

He looks at Johnny. A revenant designed to destroy anything, literally anything, he ever touches.

An immovable object, meeting an unstoppable force.

“What happened to you right before you woke up?” Gaz shifts in his chair, questions still not entirely answered, “Ghost said he saw moths, but we couldn’t see shit.”

Soap startles at the mention of moths, turning to Ghost, “ye see them??”

“Not just in this world, Sergeant. They were in my Reaper’s realm as well.”

Johnny frowns, “the patterns… like ladders… they’re from your Reaper?”

“Affirm.”

Soap exhales, brushing his messy warhawk off his forehead, “I met my Reaper. It told me Ghost took something from me, but I took something as well. It said… we did something to our Reapers.” flames flutter between deft hands, “they’re connected. And now, so are we.”

Ghost looks at his right hand, scarred and ugly, and unharmed by fire.

Connected. For the rest of their lives.

The concept doesn’t scare him like it probably should.

Rudy and Gaz take a few moments to process the information. “What happens if you go into Limbo now, Soap?” the Vaquero questions.

“I rather we not put it to the test.” Ghost crosses his arms.

If he could, Johnny would never see the void again.

Soap, however, has other plans, “I want to. We should know what changed.” he casts a challenging stare at Ghost.

Ghost, the fool he is, relents. As he always does when those blue eyes gaze upon him.

“We can focus about that later. Do any of you know where Graves could’ve gone with hostages?” he diverts the conversation before Soap can drag him outside to take his newfound powers for a test drive.

Everyone’s face instantly darkens, “we have a few locations he could use… the base is the first.” Rudy taps a finger on the table, before rising, “we should have maps here, I’ll go look through them.” he gets up and heads for one of the backrooms.

“I’ll go with you” Ghost starts.

Rudy turns his head back, smiling slightly, “unless you can read Spanish, hermano, I don’t think you can help much. Worry about these two pandejos, alright?”

The two Sergeants squick incredulously.

Ghost can feel eyes burning the back of his head. Once Soap wants something, he really doesn’t forget easily.

He reloads the rifle he’s been examining for the last 15 minutes, all while a certain Scot has been staring daggers, practically whining for him to send him to the fucking void.

Ghost almost does it to spite him.

Gaz comes back from the walk he went to, surveying the entire safe house and checking the vehicles. He plops down beside the other sergeant, and starts floating not soon after.

“Heard Graves say something weird before everything went to shit.” he muses out loud.

Soap huffs, attention finally leaving Ghost’s head, “aye? What did the wanker blabber about?”

“Said something about you and Verdansk.”

Ghost turns to see Johnny stiffens. He decides to let his assumptions out now, “Johnny…”

Soap looks frantically between them, a sort of desperation clouding his eyes, before he yields and sighs.

“I suppose it doesn’t matter if I tell ye anymore… ye probably already know, don’t ye?” he looks at Ghost with that last sentence.

The group is quiet while Soap collects his thoughts.

“Ye heard about the accident in Verdansk, six years ago?” 

Garrick nods, and Soap’s shoulders sag in defeat, “my squad had a mission there. Capture a Kastovian deserter. Callsign “Konchar”.”

Fire travels up the back of Johnny’s hands, “he knew we were coming. I separated from the rest, had to go defuse a metric ton of bombs.” he laughs humorlessly, “they both killed me and saved my life. Konchar… killed the rest of my squad. My Reaper told me, before letting me be reborn.”

“You wanted revenge…” Gaz’s brows are turned upward, as he feels the pain of his friend.

Johnny nods his head weakly, “I was stupid. Blind.” his breaths are slow and heavy, “Konchar found me, after the explosion. He told me he won’t die today, and shot me in the head.”

Garrick blanches, “Bloody hell…” 

“It couldn’t kill me, but…” Johnny’s breath hitches, memories fleeting past his unseeing eyes, “it fucked my heid. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t remember, all I knew was rage and bloodlust.”

His pupils shrink in face of the growing fire, “we fought like fuckin’ animals, nothing else mattered beside killing the other person. Konchar threw whole buildings at me, but I kept exploding them. Buildings full of civilians.”

Johnny’s hands shake, “he screamed that his Reaper warned him about this, and in the back of my mind I realized that’s why he killed my squad. He wanted to get to me.”

Gaz puts a hand on Soap’s shoulder, and Johnny’s face crumples, “I killed him. Exploded his fuckin’ heid. My brain regenerated, and I looked around, and the whole city was burning.”

His arms light up, “I fuckin’ murdered millions, do you understand?! I’m an atomic bomb. They wanted to use me, but what the fuck are you supposed to do with that much power?!” Johnny was shouting now, his entire body shaking, “so they let me on defusal! I blew myself up again and again, but it doesn’t fucking matter how many times I die, it doesn’t change the fact I’m still a FUCKIN’ MONSTER-”

Garrick pulls Soap, strong hands tucking his head to his shoulder, “you’re not a monster, Soap. You couldn’t control yourself, you were about to die again. You were alone.”

Ghost gets up to take Johnny’s left hand, letting white flames swirl around their joined arms.

“I don’t care what you did in the past, Johnny.” Ghost murmurs, feeling the hand in his squeeze, “maybe you were a monster, for a moment. But the man I see now, he’s not. You’re as human as we are.”

And none of them are human. But they pretend.

Johnny pulls his head away from Garrick’s shoulder, wiping his face with his right hand, “I’m sorry…”

They stay together, air warm, and Ghost feels like this is the last safe place on earth for them.

“You don’t need to apologize, Johnny. We start grieving every mistake we made, we won’t be able to get up to change our future.”

Soap gives him a watery smile, “always the wise one, aren’t you?”

Ghost sighs, pressing his fingers to white flames, “experience will do that to you.”

Rudy opens the door at that moment, eyes fueled by determination, gaze hard before he takes in the scene, “oh I’m sorry… am I interrupting something?”

Gaz shakes his head as Ghost says, “got any news, Parra?”

The Vaquero nods grimly, “I got the place. I know where Graves took them.” 

Hope this cliffhanger doesn't cause you as much pain as the others haha

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Part 3: No More Waiting

Here is the requested part 3 to Guess I Waited too long. Honestly I just wrote that fic to process my own emotions about episode 13 and did not think I'd get any notice on those fics. I'm so sorry for the long wait! I finally had some reprieve to edit and post but I promise I have been working on it since part 2.

Also that season finale was NOT OKAY!! I cried for a full day so I definitely had to finish this to give myself and others comfort and lots of therapy. After this, I will write quite a few fix it fics if anyone requests them cause that was not on.

I've never really published anything I've written but I would hope this 3 part series gave my fellow Tech lovers a little therapy.

My stories are 18+. Minors begone.

I honestly don't know the word count so enjoy the numberless paragraphs of sex.

Warnings: Sex. Lots of sex. PiV sex, unprotected, NSFW, explicit PiV, crude language, aftercare, fingering (fem receiving), oral (both receiving), just filth. Pure filth

Also Cid is not a backstabbing asshole in this cause she shouldn't have done that to the boys or Omega

Part 1 Part 2

Enjoy you horny bastards!

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You had returned to Pabu over 40 rotations ago and you and Tech had been... less than affectionate. Honestly, you didn't mind. Tech was still quite new to the whole relationship thing and you certainly did not want to push him. You loved the man and would be as patient as possible. But Maker were you horny! Why did he have to be so damned attractive? Everything he did just made you think about how he'd feel against you, inside you. He really did not realise how much you needed him.

Phee had returned shortly after you and the boys, successfully clearing yours and their name. Cid was callous and harsh but she could be understanding when she wanted to be. Besides, the Batch were her best assets. She wasn't going to risk severing ties. Apparently the whole reason she'd left them stranded was the Empire had finally made its way to Ord Mantell. She needed time and a way to keep the boys out of the Empire's sight. Easiest way was keeping them away. Course she had to act all threatening; she couldn't risk anyone think she'd gone soft.

"So... it's safe to come back?" Omega asked.

"Only if ya want. If you're happy on where you are, I'll just send stuff your way. It's how I keep Phee invested." Cid shrugged. Maybe she had changed after all. Or Omega crawled her way into Cid's cold heart.

You looked over at Tech, meeting his eyes. You nodded your head over towards the Marauder, wanting to talk to him. He nodded back and followed you quietly to the ship. You were pacing, which confused him. You hadn't mentioned any upset or anger since the mission so to see you anxious worried him.

"Mesh'la? Is something wrong?"

You looked at your man, your handsome sexy man. "Nothing you can't fix my love... I miss you."

Tech cocked his head to the side. "I'm right here. Why would you miss me?"

You sighed and tapped your lips, a small signal to him that you wanted a kiss. "I miss feeling you darling. We've been busy lately. We haven't had any time together.... alone."

Tech smiled, understanding what you wanted. He approached you, hands finding their place on your hips. Touching his forehead to yours, it was a moment of pure love and intimacy. Neither of you could believe how lucky you were to be together and hoped nothing would ever come between you.

"Well cyare, how do you propose we rectify this? Surely the ship is not a place for such intimate affairs?"

You smiled, knowing he was genuinely curious as to how you'd find time. You weren't worried though; Tech was a man of curiosity. You knew he'd do whatever you wanted him to to make sure you were fully satisfied.

“No but that’s definitely something I’d like to do eventually. We shouldn’t rush it so how about we have dinner tomorrow and just see where the night takes us!”

Tech nodded, giving you a kiss. “Sounds good my darling. Now how about we get back before Wrecker comes looking?”

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Dinner was quiet but sweet. Plus the food was perfect; you and Tech had some sort of connection where you two working in tandem in the kitchen was second nature. This caused every new recipe to be perfect and well done!

Cuddling on the couch in your borrowed home, you felt more than content. You really couldn't be happier. After so much drama, it was nice to have a space your own and settle down. You weren't 100% sure what Tech's thoughts were but you knew him and his brothers had been talking about moving permanently to Pabu and honestly? After the shit you dealt with on Ord Mantell, settling down in a bungalow on an island paradise with the man you love was more than what you'd ever ask for.

Tech pressed his lips to your temple, allowing you to let out a small sigh of happiness. It wasn’t often you two had quiet moments like this. You were either helping around town or tech was working on the ship.

You turned your head upward, wanting a kiss, which Tech happily gave. It was clear you two were pent up however as the chaste kiss soon turned heated, tongues battling for dominance. You were quick to straddle your beau’s waist, slowly grinding down on his crotch. Tech let out a groan of lust at your ministrations, wanting more. He went to push his goggles up over his head but you stopped him.

“Keep them on,” you whispered in his ear. “I want you to see me clearly.” You ground down harder, making Tech cry out in pleasure. “Plus I like you with your goggles on.”

Tech nodded quickly. “Of course mesh’la! Whatever you’d like tonight, it’s yours!” His hand came to your chest, gently palming your sensitive breasts. He wasted no time in gently pulling at the buttons, wanting to see more.

It was a beautiful thing, you thought. That you of all people could make the intelligent clone desperate and inarticulate. It made you swell with pride; giving you the confidence to slowly move off his waist and onto the floor. Unbuckling Tech's belt was a task and a half. You always knew it would be cause dear god that man had ALL the pockets strapped to his waist. Buckle after buckle, you eventually became frustrated enough where you sat back and started pouting.

Tech chuckled, leaning forwards, he took your chin in his hand. "Something wrong, cyare?"

You glared at him and then his pants. "You know damn well what's wrong! YOU HAVE TOO MANY POCKETS!!"

He laughed softly before taking over removing his bottoms. As he removed his jeans he laughed again. "My darling, you must work on your patience. Plus my pockets can hold many things... like remotes to certain toys?"

You gawked, never having considered that. Tech could and probably would make you writhe in constant pleasure while no one would be wise to the situation. The mere idea made you feel your undies become soaked. This was definitely something you’d have to discuss later. Who would’ve known that Tech would be kinky! You loved it and absolutely wanted to explore more scenarios with your love. But right now...

“Just help me undress you, smart-ass!”

Tech laughed before continuing to remove his clothing for you. He knew you had patience but the more desperate you became, the less patience you’d be. He pulled you back up onto his waist, bringing you in for another passionate kiss. Your frustration at his clothing disappearing into his soft lips.

You pulled away and knelt back onto the floor, pulling his cock out of its confines. Your mouth started to water, the tip glistening with pre cum. You gave an experimental lick from the base to the frenulum. You heard Tech suck in a breath, gaining courage to take all of him in your mouth. Eventually finding a rhythm, you bobbed your head, making sure to pay attention to his tip. Tech was gasping, the feeling of your warm mouth overwhelming him. His hands found purchase at the back of your head, gripping your hair at its roots. The slight pressure on your scalp caused you to release a low moan, sending vibrations down Tech’s cock.

“Kark cyare! You’re perfect! It's like your mouth was made for me!”

You smiled, giving him a little suck at his tip as a thank you. You felt him start to buck into your mouth and you knew he was getting close.

“Mesh’la, please! If you keep going like that I’m going to cum. I’d rather do that inside you!” he whimpered.

You pulled off with a pop, smiling gently up at him. “Of course my love. Anything you’d like.”

Now it was your turn to completely undress. Tech had already taken care of your top, leaving you in your bra and pants. You wanted to tease him so you slinked away from your love’s lap, standing before him. You started to sway your hips in a figure 8 motion while feeling yourself up and down. You smirked when you saw Tech lean back and palm himself, obviously liking what he was seeing. Reaching back, you unclipped your bra, letting it fall off your shoulders. You chuckled a little at Tech’s expression.

His mouth was pressed into a line, and he was looking up at you desperate for you to do something other than dance. He wanted, no NEEDED, you to touch him. He was stiff, trying not to melt into a puddle of submission to your will. While he loved when you took charge, he really wanted to be in control tonight.

You shimmied out of your pants, pulling your underwear with them. Straddling Tech’s waist again, you started suckling at his neck again, leaving as many marks as possible.

“Darling, as much as I love this, I think we need to move to the bedroom. I would hate for someone to catch us in a state of undress,” Tech panted. He stood, gripping your thighs to keep you where you were. You squealed at the sudden change of position, wrapping your legs tighter round his waist.

“I couldn’t agree more, my love.”

He gently place you on the bed, hovering over your body. His kisses made you breathless but you couldn't muster a care. His lips were too soft, too sweet. Oxygen was overrated anyway, you thought as his lips left yours to trail down your neck again. Leaving little hickies and bruises all over, Tech continued his mission lower, kissing over your breasts, your belly, until he reached his destination. Kissing up your thighs, teasing you, he decided to leave more spots, hickies only he would know about and would remind you who you belong to.

"Teeeccchh!" you whined, "Stop teasing!" You bucked your hips towards his face, wanting to feel his mouth on you.

He smirked, pushing his goggles up his nose. "And who am I to deny such a pretty thing?" One lick from your entrance to your clit had you crying out in pleasure and relief. Finally!

He ate you out like a man dying of thirst, suckling your little button like his life depended on it. You were certain you'd lose your voice before the main event at how much Tech had you crying out and moaning.

"Kriff! Kark Tech! How did you get so good at this?" you cried out.

He only answered in a moan against your clit, sending vibrations down your whole lower half. He may not have had much relationship experience but he did read up and research every single erogenous zone a woman of your species could have. Thankfully, humans were quite easy to research as male and females had similar erogenous zones. Tech paid special attention to your vulva and clit, stimulating it in every way possible.

Once he thought you were sufficiently lubricated, he started probing your entrance with one finger, before sinking inside. You screamed, not expecting it but welcoming the intrusion. His fingers were long and reached that perfect spongy spot just inside. Curling his fingers in a come hither, he added a second and eventually a third.

You felt so incredibly full, becoming more and more overstimulated with each pump of Tech's fingers. You were so close, that knot in the pit of your stomach becoming more and more tight. Tech could feel your clenching around his fingers, knowing you were close to your finish.

"Come on cyare. Cum for me. It's okay," he murmured against your clit.

It didn't take too long for you to reach that precipice. You fell over that edge, every muscle in your body freezing as you saw stars behind your eyes. It took you a moment to catch your breath, Tech gently kissing your thighs as you came down from your high.

"Karking hells... that was amazing love!" you moaned out.

Tech crawled back up your body, kissing every piece of skin he could reach. "Don't pass out on me yet cyar'ika. We're not done yet."

You smiled, pulling him in for a kiss. You could taste yourself on your tongue and it made you whimper against him. Tech pulled away and smiled softly as he lined himself with your dripping cunt. Just the feeling of his tip against you made you buck your hips, wanting more.

"You ready darling?"

"Tech, I swear if you don't fuck me, I'll find someone who will!"

Tech laughed, knowing you were all talk. You didn't make yourself suffer through hurt and jealousy just to walk away when he teased. Slowly entering your warm walls, it took every bit of Tech's willpower not to bottom out instantly. You felt so good! So warm, so tight and inviting.

You used your legs to pull Tech deeper, not caring about slow anymore. You needed more! Your movements caused Tech to lose balance and hilt himself inside, making him curse something you never thought you'd hear.

"FUCK darling!! You're going to be the death of me if you keep doing that."

You giggled, rolling your eyes like the brat you were. Tech started to move, slowly in and out, allowing you to become accustomed to his size. You closed your eyes, biting your lip in ecstacy. Thank the Maker for Jango Fett's DNA cause you knew every clone would be well endowed but Tech was genetically enhanced so you knew his intelligence came with other perks as well.

Tech started to move faster, his hips snapping against yours deliciously. His pelvic bone gently hit your clit with every thrust, it did not take very long for your orgasm to approach quickly again. Why did he have to be so good at this? He'd give you so much pleasure you'd be unable to walk. Tech was perfect in every way, shape and form.

Wanting to prolong, you used all your strength to flip Tech over so you'd be on top.

"Taking control are we, cyare?"

In response you ground down, loving the hiss of pleasure he drew. Grinding down gently, you teased him. Tech bucked up into you, letting you know it wasn't fair to tease.

"Darling please! You know I don't last long in this position! The angle in which I enter you is quite possibly the most pleasurable and if i continue at this pace I won't last and be able to give you the pleasure you deserve."

You smiled, loving it when he started to go on a tangent. Knowing this particular one was because of you was delicious to say the least. So, you tortured him a little longer. You continued to ride him, bracing yourself on his chest. Tech's hands flew to your hips, forcing you down even more onto his cock with each thrust. Your nails dug into his skin, leaving little crescent marks on his pecs. You could feel him start to stutter his hips and while you loved the feeling of it, you did not want the fun to end yet. This was the man you loved and you were going to give him whatever he wanted at this point. So you flipped back over, letting him be back on top.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him as close to you as possible. You heart was bursting and you once again felt that little knot becoming tighter and tighter. This time, you did not want to tease. Tech thrusted harder and faster, feeling your cunt pulse and grip him like a vice. His hips stuttered a bit and you both knew neither would last much longer.

"Darling, where?"

You moaned loudly, loving the feelings you had. "Inside me my love! Fill me up with your cum!"

A few thrusts later, you felt warmth spreading through your lower half and felt Tech release inside you. You fell off your precipice, seeing the galaxy behind your eyelids. Muscles tensed and relaxed, riding your orgasm out.

You felt Tech collapse against you, nuzzling into your neck and leaving little kisses. You relaxed your legs from around his waist and he turned you both onto your sides, cuddling into you further.

"You feeling okay?" you rasped, running your fingers through his hair.

"Mmm" he moaned. Tech lifted his head and adjusted his goggles. "More than okay cyare. I'm spent."

You laughed a little at that, feeling the exact same. Tech got out of bed, leaving you a little shiver at the lack of his body heat, but promptly returned with two canteens and a wet cloth. Spreading your legs, he gently wiped away any cum that was left on your skin. He gently encouraged you to go pee because "urination helps with clearing out any disease or sperm that may be left" but you scoffed.

"I'll pee later! Just come cuddle me please? I need a nap after that."

Nodding, Tech crawled back in next to you, wrapping his arms around your form. Snuggling in, you inhaled a breath of his scent, loving the man. You felt your heart rates calm down and slow as you cuddled. You were essentially fucked out and loved Tech for knowing your body so well.

"You're thinking very loudly mesh'la."

You smiled and curled into his chest more. "I'm sorry love. Just thinking about how much I love you."

"I love you too my darling. Now try and get some sleep. I have set tomorrow aside for us and I plan to use it well."

You smiled, blushing hard. You didn't know what Tech had in mind but you were excited for it. A whole uninterrupted day with the man you love? A certain yes please.

You slipped Tech's goggles off his head and set them on the nightstand. No indents for this clone. As you looked over you felt a rush of emotion run through you.

No more waiting you thought. You both had waited long enough to be together. Blast the Empire, the rebellion, the crime lords and everything horrible in the galaxy. You had everything you needed right there next to you.

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Hopefully it's what you all hoped for! As always criticism is always welcome as long as its kind and constructive. Thank you for all the love in the last month or so. If anyone wants anymore please feel free to reach out with requests!

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 “want a distraction?” + nyck 🫶🏽

fifteen minutes (ndv21) ─── you indulge in your distraction

your phone buzzes next to you, the chime specific to one person ringing. you flip your phone, face id unlocking it and displaying the notification you knew was coming.

nycky 9:38 PM wyd??

you bite back a smile. you shouldn’t be smiling at a text from a booty call, especially with the amount of homework staring you in the face. in an effort to show some self-restraint, you put your phone down, screen down with the ringer off, and carry on with your homework. 

you get about two paragraphs into your reading before curiosity gets the better of you and you have to flip your phone over again.

nycky 9:42 PM i miss you :(

he makes you want to scream. against better judgement, you reply. 

9:43 PM doing hw.

i’m BUSY

you hit send, an accomplished smile on your face even though you know full well that saying you’re busy would not be enough to deter him from trying to see you. you turn your phone back down, forcing yourself to pay attentions to the numbers on your textbook instead of the butch boy bothering you at nearly ten in the evening. you fight through the urge to flip your phone, instead choosing to channel that energy into stupid equations you’ve read through thrice now. 

you do finally manage to understand the equation, solving about three problems with work shown before you lean back and indulge yourself by checking your phone.

nycky 9:45 PM i think you can squeeze me in for an hour?

or not can i come anyways? i wanna see you

i’ll be good, promise.

nycky 9:55 PM be there in 30. 

he sent the text thirty minutes ago, and like the timely bastard that he is, your doorbell rings right on time. you squeeze your eyes shut, mumbling christ under your breath as you make your way over to the door. you look through the peephole for good measure, and sure enough nyck is standing on the other side of your door, waiting with his hands stuffed in his pockets. 

you swing the door open, “can i help you?”

“well hello to you too.” he chuckles, hands immediately going to your waist and pulling you too him. you roll your eyes playfully, kissing him anyways because you both know you can’t resist. 

you step aside, letting him into your apartment and shutting the door behind you. nyck walks past the kitchen, past the living room, and walking through your bedroom door before you do. when you enter your room, he is craning his neck trying to read the work you left idle on your desk. 

“as you can see,” you shut the door, “i’m a bit preoccupied.” 

he hums, looking up at you. “want a distraction?” 

your cheeks burn red, shaking your head. “n-no. i need to get this done, it’s due by midnight and i still have 4 more problems to do. and i have a test about this stuff on monday.” 

you ignore his cheeky smile, pushing him towards the direction of the bed as you find your seat back at your desk.

“not even fifteen minutes?” he whines, sitting on your bed and watching as you pick up your pen.

“nope.”

it’s quiet for the most part after that, you managing to finish two more problems despite nyck burning holes through your head. the work was getting harder though, the third question no longer making any sense to you. you must’ve ripped three sheets of paper before nyck pipes up from behind you.

“sure you don’t want that distraction?”

“mhm…” 

you pay no mind to the sound of nyck shuffling behind you, putting pen to paper as you try to scribble down the problem for the fourth time while hoping to god you’ll finally get it right. nyck’s lips are on your cheek first, pressing gently down and along your jaw. 

“it might help clear your mind… maybe give you a little more clarity on this problem.” 

his lips are below your ear as you whine. “nyck…”

“just fifteen minutes baby,” he mumbles against your skin. 

you write the number 7 for the second time before he consumes your senses. he turns your chair around, lips pressing to yours hastily while his hands grab you greedily. you moan softly against his mouth, pulling away for a split second.

“fifteen minutes?”

nyck smirks, nodding as he drops to his knees. “ten, if you’re a good girl.” 

#tea & toast w dani #nyck de vries #nyck de vries x reader #nyck de vries imagine #ndv21 drabble

[lukecastellanshandholder]

Ok so, as I said yesterday I'm rereading Sea of Monsters and I've gotta admit, there are a lot of parts that I didn't remember from it that deserve more appreciation.

(Long post incoming! 😅)

One of them that I really want to talk about is after Annabeth listens to the siren song and learns that her fatal flaw is hubris. When she was listening to the sirens, she saw a scene of her father and Athena happily together, along with Luke all sitting in central park. Surrounding them is a new Manhattan that Annabeth has built and it looks so much better than the western civilization that the gods have built.

When she's telling Percy about her fatal flaw, she talks about how the west represents a lot of the greatest things to ever come from mankind, but how your view starts to change when all you can see are the bad things. She says that would make someone start to think more like Luke. That if she could tear everything down and start everything a new, that she would be able to run and build things better. That if she could rebuild it, the world wouldn't be as messed up. There would be no more war, nobody homeless and left on the streets to fend for themselves.

And this is absolutely correct, this is essentially why Luke is doing this all to begin with. This is his core goal (purely Luke's and not Kronos). To make a better world for everyone. Where no one would have to go what he and countless others had been through. So that maybe others would be able to see the good in the world after all his life he had only been shown the bad.

But then there are these couple paragraphs after that. Those are super interesting to me and it gives so much insight on the universe and how certain people think.

"She (Annabeth) gazed into the distance. 'I'm not sure. But we have to save camp. If we don't stop Luke...'

She didn't need to finish. If Luke's way of thinking could even tempt Annabeth, there was no telling how many other half-bloods might join him."

First thing to remember, this is all from Percy's perspective. These are all his own thoughts and how he thinks about things. So I think the way Percy speaking about Annabeth in the last paragraph kinda shows how he tends to think of her as strong for not thinking like Luke. Like Luke is kind of weak for thinking the way he does about things needing to change and rebelling against the gods. But also like Luke's way of thinking of his envisioning of a better world without the gods in control is, in itself, something dangerous.

Now, to the other demigods, if the gods were to fall and those demigods were to join Luke's/ Kronos's side, then... It really wouldn't be that dangerous for them. At least not much more dangerous than it is for them now with the gods ruling over everything. Because the gods and Titans are very much the same.

But ultimately, my main point is, Percy seems to have this underlying fear and aversion to anyone doing anything to go against the gods. But why? Why when we see that he is to his core, more on the rebellious side? Much like the ocean, Percy doesn't like to be restrained.

Because, he's been influenced by the gods and camp (especially Chiron). He's been steered to believe that even the thought of going against the gods is wrong and shouldn't be done. He's had Chiron who's been telling him that the gods falling out of power would be the worst thing to ever happen. One god in particular (ahem, Hermes) has used Percy's strong sense of loyalty and family to lead him, to manipulate him farther and put in his head that turning his back on his family (in this case the gods) is something that you should never do.

And it's not just Percy who has been raised to think this way, it's a lot of the other demigods at camp who stay loyal to the gods until their final breaths. Who stay loyal to them even as they watch their siblings die left and right before their eyes.

And Kronos is doing this exact same thing to Luke. It's the same thing that Kronos would've done to his subjects if he would've won the war. There is no difference between the gods and the Titans and, once again, Percy and Luke showcase that perfectly.

And people who believe that the gods are better than the Titans like to bring up the line from TLT when Luke says something along the lines of "the ones who serve Kronos will be treated well and be powerful, the others who don't will be killed."

Yeah, the gods do the exact same thing. They kill or torture anyone who defies them, and gives power to the ones who serve them. We have plenty of examples of this, two major ones are right in the last chapters of The Last Olympian. Luke rebelled against the gods, as he was fated to, and he died as he was fated to, along with most of the other traitors. And Percy, the one who had served the gods the most, he was offered godhood. Power. So yeah, there really is no difference between them.

But I just think it's so interesting how those two paragraphs can give so much insight into how Percy views things. And this is just from the second book. And the book that tends to be most people's least favorite book in the series.

#TTC will always be my favorite book in the series #but rereading SOM has reminded me that there are so many tidbits of foreshadowing and information that is sprinkled throughout this book #but yeah #luke castellan #percy jackson #annabeth chase #sea of monsters #pjo #pjoverse

[falconcoast]

As a uni student, what about how both y/n and tighnari cope with the weeks before finals and finals week? Its actual hell where professors give out hard quizzes pre-exams (in my case) and assignments with unrealistic deadlines :<

college au vi | tighnari x reader

masterlist

you and tighnari are almost out of the woods for this semester. emphasis on almost. your professors aren't going to let you off easily. you and tighnair decide to cope as best you can.

a/n: dedicated to ME because i had: two physics tests, a make-up AP test, the worst calc final in the history of calc finals, a book to finish in ten days, an essay, and a shit ton of extracurriculars in the last two weeks. this drabble is on the shorter side for that reason. for my babes still working their asses off: you got this i believe in you!

one of the greatest features of your shared apartment with tighnari is your giant, weekly whiteboard calendar. it sits above your couch in your living room, noting every little project, assignment, study session, and due date. with two more weeks left to go, the calendar is an absolute mess of green and blue markers.

tighnari places a book over his eyes, groaning and slowly slinking his body down the living room couch. his variously shaded folders were scattered on one half of the coffee table. the other was a smattering of assorted papers, all trying to accomplish one more essay before the end of the semester.

"i swear, steric effect has never and will never relate to the functions of biology or plant sciences. i hate organic chemistry!" he blurted, throwing the book down.

"oy, don't treat your books like that. i know that thing costs at least five million mora," you scold softly. relenting, you sigh. "but you're right. it's unfair that all of our professors decided to dump our work right now. my statistics quiz went awfully because i was studying for my public speaking class. who the hell needs to know all thirteen logical fallacies for a communications class?!"

"here, i've been studying for way too long. i'll go make us a snack, and then we can take a break later, okay?" he pets your head as he heads to the kitchen.

you slump by your laptop, looking over your essay again. you knew that college course loads were going to be difficult, but your english professor assigning an essay yesterday and making it due two days after was absolutely ridiculous. and after this, you still had your history final on thursday, and three more analysis paragraphs for critical argumentation class, and--

you think you are going to die before you make it to the end of the semester.

tighnari comes back as you correct a few more spelling errors and cite a few more sources. he sets down a mug of tea in front of you, alongside some fresh fruit. sighing, he looks at the clock. "we've been doing nothing but study and go to class for the last five days. we should go to bed now."

you yawn at the suggestion, feeling that coffee you took at seven PM wearing off. "no, no, i gotta stay awake. this stupid paper is more important."

"your paper won't be worth anything if you oversleep tomorrow."

you blink once or twice at that remark slowly. if you were a little less sleepy, you would bark out some sarcastic response. instead, you sip the rest of your tea and lean back on the couch. you blink slower, and slower yet.

as your vision goes dark, you can hear tighnari sigh a little. "exhausted, i see. we'll have to incorporate some stress relieving tactics the rest of this week. healthy snacks, a run, peaceful music, and a long overdue nap is imminent," he murmurs, as if diagnosing you. he settles next to you, placing a blanket over both of your shoulders.

as you begin to sleep, he swears that your lips twitch up in a smile as you tilt to press against his chest.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #tighnari x reader

[ae-neon]

Throne of Glass Rant - chapter 34 is actually so vile

This might be early since I haven't finished the book yet but

SJM is a misogynistic mastermind, like to the point that her work should be studied to understand it

This last chapter so perfectly encapsulated the hierarchy of misogyny and white supremacy

500 black freedom fighters are murdered by the oppressive colonial regime

The black Princess of that kingdom comes to her white friend, the FMC, crying and seeking comfort

This is summed up in two paragraphs, saying the Princess cried then went back to being a Strong Black Woman™ "tears dried and shoulders squared once more."

The narrative then shifts completely to the white FMC but instead of sitting with what has happened and resolving to kill the head of the regime.

The focus is on the fact that she's having her period and it's particularly painful. Already her personal pain eclipses the horror of the systemic oppression of black people and the grief of her friend.

The Male Lead #2 comes along and tries to talk about his own disillusionment with his country after the horrific event but FMC vomits to shift the audience's attention once again. It's played off a little humourous, what a dopey guy - he realises she's on her period, blushes and leaves.

Enter Male Lead #1 : first, he must flirt correctly by ignoring her discomfort and downplaying her pain, staying when she asks him to leave.

Then when she has snapped and become the bad guy for reacting to him, her guilt eases the way for her to ignore her pain to accommodate him.

She is on the back foot but he saves her by reaching out a hand to put them on a more equal and intimate ground - "don't call me by my title, call me by my name"

(The narrative will ignore that he is in her bedroom while she's on her period and therefore it has been quite the intimate setting all along because that's not sexy, it's just an invasion of personal space)

Now that they've slipped into this intimacy he reaches for the go to "you probably hate me🥺" knowing damn well she has every right to not like him. In this case his father invaded and conquered her country only 10 years ago, she was enslaved in a mine only 3 months ago and now she's forced to fight to earn her own freedom

Still though, the guilt of her earlier outburst and his sudden vulnerability will soften her

He carries on about how he's ashamed of his father and afraid to act out against him.

"I have no choice 😔" says the prince to the prisoner

And she eats it up - look how soft and lonely he is in this palace, thinks the girl with whip scars on her back, guards outside her door and no family left living. She forgets her cramps and suddenly it's her heart not her vagina that's bleeding

a white man's emotional pain >

a white woman's physical pain >

the murder and grief of black people >

The perfect hierarchy of misogyny + racism

FUCK THIS FUCKING CHAPTER AND FUCK SJM FOR REAL

#anti tog #anti sjm #ae rant

[gyoobies]

Cinema

Pairing: SVT Member x Fem Reader ( member is revealed in the story)

Genre: Smut, established relationship

Warnings: Explicit content 18+, Minors DNI, Unprotected sex (Wrap it up! before you tap it up!), rough sex, dom behavior, public sex, pet names (darling, lovely, good girl), cum eating, spanking, choking.

Summary:  A night at the movies leads to a scene of your own. Your 2nd of 6 dates your boyfriends have planned, who is it with this time?. 👈 Again this is all you can have. Sorry, it’s supposed to be a bit of a guess who. (member is revealed a few paragraphs in unless you read the tags ya cheater.)

If you happen upon any misspellings....don’t ✌🏾 Not me just realizing I can change the color of the emoji 🤦🏾‍♀️ now I gotta go back and change all my damn emojis.

As always this is just 1 piece of a Poly universe that lives in my head.

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   You sat admiring the manicured hands of the handsome spa attendant finishing up your pedicure, the last of the services in the package that your boyfriend had arranged as the first part of your date. You pondered who today's date was planned by, your instinct said it could be Seungcheol. All your boyfriends were sweet and thoughtful but there were two that had a tendency to over pamper you and since you had already had your date with Mingyu, your other guess was Seungcheol. 

You shot a quick message to the aptly named "Boyfriends" group chat.

"I don't know which one of you booked the eye candy as my spa attendant, but I'm  grateful."  You smirked to yourself knowing the messages would be nonstop the minute they opened yours, but you needed a little entertainment while your toes dried.

"What?!"

"HEY! I'm the only eye candy you need."

"Are you trying to get in trouble?"

"Pics or it didn't happen."

"You really just told us you're eyeing your masseur!"

"Masseur?! He touched you?"

"Whoever arranged this date you're going to be in trouble with her!"

After some much needed spa time and a little virtual anarchy you felt refreshed and excited for your date in a couple hours.

You were surprised to see a bag with a card attached sitting on your kitchen island when you arrived home. The card read, 

"Hello lovely, did you enjoy your spa day? I hope you don't mind that I picked out an outfit for you. I saw it in the store and imagined you in it, I can't wait to see the real thing."

With a smile plastered on your face, you hurried into the shower thinking about your date tonight. By the time you finished getting dressed you had added Wonwoo as your possible date. Seungcheol liked to baby you, so picking out an outfit as cutesy as this seemed like something he'd do, and although Wonwoo seemed like an unlikely candidate at first, you changed your mind after thinking about how he often would silently suggest accessories when you couldn't decide. He always looked so proud of himself when you'd go with his choice.

You shivered a bit as the crisp evening winds of fall chilled the exposed skin of your thighs as you approached your destination. You looked great in this skirt for sure, the slightly dropped waist just before the flare of pleats accentuated your curves, the long sleeved, mock turtleneck accompanied by a bomber jacket & cute beret with a heart embroidered on the front right side was your favorite, but the matching thigh-high socks left a little to be desired as far as warmth was concerned. You were pleasantly surprised as you reached the entrance to a movie theater to see who had picked your outfit for the evening. It wasn't a surprise that he had done such a fabulous job, but that it wasn't the norm for him. The closer you got, the bigger his smile grew, a smile you had come to love and fear. 

"Hello my baby. You look so cute, just like I knew you would. Do you like the outfit?" He said as he spun you around to get a 360 view.

"Of course! It's very cute, and I absolutely love the matching beret." you said as you pulled him close to peck his cheek. "Thank you Hannie."

Intertwining his fingers with yours he pulled you toward the theater entrance. You were smitten, and it was painfully obvious as you stood there practically drooling at the sight of him. There was just something effortless about Jeonghan, no matter how much effort was actually put into his appearance, he made it look easy. 

As he picked up the tickets from the kiosk, you not so subtly checked him out, letting your eyes trail over is frame from head to toe. You admired the way his black denim jeans wrapped around his thighs, leather moto jacket hanging loosely from his body giving you a peek at the snug fitting burnout t-shirt underneath.  

"Are you planning to keep undressing me with your eyes?" He said as he glanced up briefly from the kiosk screen, snapping you out of your dirty thoughts.  "If so we can head home and you can do the real thing if you'd like." Eyes now completely fixed on you as he swept his dark locs away from his face, tucking them behind his ear with a mischievous smile as he awaited your response. It took all of your willpower not to take him up on that offer when he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. Rolling your eyes, you quickly turned to approach the usher at the podium taking tickets to break the tension. 

While heading toward your theater you quickly noticed a mass of people entering another one. 

"Wow! That must be a really popular movie." 

"Yes, unfortunately it was all sold out so I went for 2nd best I guess."  He shrugged. 

You walked into your designated theater looking for the best seats for viewing. It wasn't as crowded as you'd expected for a Friday night, but that was more than likely due to the popularity of the other movie playing. Your eyes landed on two seats directly in the middle. You made your way up the stairs of the theater with Jeonghan following behind, landing at the end if your chosen aisle, you were going to do the usual “excuse me” shuffle past the already seated guests until Jeonghan noticed the line of men you'd have to shimmy past. Not ok with how a couple of them were eyeing you, he grabbed your wrist to lead you to another set of seats way at the top and tucked away in the corner. When you gave him a questioning look, he looked over to the seats you had originally chosen.

Every seat in this theater is just as good and besides, these seats didn't require you to squeeze past horny guys in a tiny skirt."

"You picked it!" You whisper yelled.

"I know that! But I don't want other men so close to what's mine. What if one of them tried to, I don't know, look up your skirt or something?! He whisper yelled back.

You wanted to laugh but his furrowed brows and serious face made you wanna kiss him instead. It was rare to see him be so possessive and it was really riling you up. You took a minute to clear your mind of all the nasty things you were thinking about doing to him and leaned in for a kiss.

"Thank you for making sure I'm protected." You said as you bit your bottom lip. Noticing the way his eyes focused in on that action, you hoped this corner was as secluded as it seemed because there was no way you were going to make it through this entire movie without touching him.

You had no idea why, but you were ridiculously horny, so you decided to squeeze your legs together hoping to get some relief without being super obvious. To your dismay the gentle fingers that began to creep up your inner thigh told you, you hadn't been as discreet as you'd hoped. You looked to your right to see Jeonghan looking at the screen, seemingly into the plot of the movie, except the mischievous smirk that began to creep up his face. You quickly removed his hand from your thigh only to have him immediately move it to your knee. You went to move it again, but before you could do so Jeonghan gripped your knee firmly and jerked your legs apart, leaning over to whisper to you.

"Don't be shy now. You've been fucking me with your eyes since we got here. I know you want me to touch you, don’t think I didn’t catch you squeeze your thighs together."

He was right, from the minute you saw him you wanted to jump him. You glanced around to be sure no one could see the two of you. He took notice of you scanning your surroundings, so he leaned in to kiss your cheek, getting as close as possible until his lips brushed your ear. 

"It's dark, it's loud, we're in a corner at the very top, the closest people to us are 3 rows down. I promise no one can see, now be the good girl you're dressed as and open up for me."

That's when it dawned on you, this was a scene. Suddenly everything clicked, the choice of a less popular movie, the location of the seats, the contrast in your outfits, it all made so much sense now. A couple weeks back you had discussed doing something like this with him, teasing that you'd be his good girl if he ever wanted you to.  And now here you were in a dark theater, dressed as Jeonghan's take on a good girl and he was undeniably dressed as a bad boy. You let your thighs fall open for him to do as he pleased.

 With one last kiss to your cheek he immediately slid his hand up to your pussy, pushing your panties aside to find you were already dripping wet. He let out a soft groan as he ran a finger through your lips, he had you weak from the simple action and he knew it. You bit back a moan as he dipped his finger inside you only to remove it and circle it around your clit a moment later. His touch was heaven and you were two seconds away from openly fucking his hand. You were desperate, needing to touch him, to make him feel as good as he was making you feel, so you reached over to palm at his dick, but he quickly grabbed your wrist with his free hand, giving you a look of warning before he withdrew his fingers from you altogether without saying a word. You were confused by his actions until he leaned over to whisper to you.

"Naughty, naughty, so much for being a good girl. Now because of you we're going to miss the ending."  He said just before pulling you to your feet, making sure to straighten up your clothes properly before leading you down the stairs on wobbly legs and out the theater. 

"I want you under me when I cum, and we can't do that here darling." He said as he pulled out of the theater parking lot.

The closer you got to your place the more your excitement grew. Jeonghan was always so calm, usually taking his time to tease you, working you up almost to the point of annoyance, but you had come to realize he liked you annoyed, frustrated, and angry. He had told you it made something that was already so good even better, he loved when you angry fucked him. But today you were experiencing another side to him, and you could feel that he wasn't going to be taking his time teasing you tonight. 

About 10 minutes later Jeonghan was pulling into his driveway; you were a bit shocked by that, usually you'd go to your place, but seeing as how you lived just across the street you thought maybe he just wanted to park there and you'd make your way over to your place. You believed that until he was pulling you through the front gate of their privacy fence. In mere seconds you were being pushed against the gate you had just entered.

Jeonghan began to kiss you with such hunger and need that you almost couldn't keep up, desperately gripping onto his shirt to keep him as close as possible while you tried to keep pace.

"Hannie, what if someone comes out and sees us?" You gasped out as he slid his hand between your legs.

"It doesn't matter, only a few people are home right now and let’s be honest, most of them have seen you naked already."

You let out a whimper at his words and hid your face in his chest, but he had a point. There were 13 guys living in one huge house together and you were basically in a relationship with half of them. You leaned in for another kiss, nipping at his bottom lip effectively pulling a whimper from him in return. 

"I've been imagining fucking you in this outfit since I saw it in the window. Now be a good girl and tell me you want me to fuck you."

You lifted your head to look into his eyes.

"Show me. Fuck me the way you imagined."

Almost immediately after the words left your lips Jeonghan faced you away from him and pressed you against the gate.

"You look so fucking sexy in this skirt." He said as he pushed it up, exposing your ass to him.

"It's cold Hannie." You whined as he firmly squeezed your ass cheek.

You let out a surprised yelp when you felt his hand come down on your ass with a loud smack, but you soon relaxed as he caressed the area he had just spanked. You felt his hand slide up around your throat and you knew what he wanted permission to do.

"Do it." You breathed out, and that's all the confirmation he needed before he was wrapping his delicate fingers around your throat and delivering another smack to your ass. "You won't be cold for long baby. I promise "

You whimpered pathetically as you pushed back into him. His fingers made quick work of moving your panties to the side for the second time tonight, but his fingers weren't what pushed into you this time. Jeonghan hissed as he slowly slid his dick inside you, letting out an airy moan once he had sheathed himself completely.

His thrusts, usually slow and relaxed to match his slow teasing, but tonight they were quick and hard. Every thrust so powerful that you needed to use your arms to brace yourself as they jolted you into the gate. Every so often he'd deliver a smack to your ass with one hand, while the other kept a firm grip on your throat as he pounded into you. The sound of the gate latch banging against the wooden fence post every time he slammed his hips into you, mimicked the sound of a headboard against a wall. So loud; there was no way you two would go unnoticed by anyone in the house, or anyone passing by for that matter. You were certain they could hear you, but at this point you didn't care, Jeonghan just felt too good inside you for anything else to matter.

You crept one of your hands between your legs to rub at your throbbing clit and were met with the most air restricting grip of the night as punishment for your actions.

"You're being naughty again." He growled into your ear as he flipped you around to face him. Hiking your leg around his hip, he pushed into you again. Jeonghan moaned into the crook of your neck as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders tightly, mumbling into his ear, telling him how good he felt, promising to not be naughty again if he’d let you cum.  You let out a moan as you laid your head back against the gate, sighing when he leaned away from you to make room to rub your clit.  He was going to be good to you even though you had been slightly less than perfectly good for him.

One hand helping to hold your leg around his hip, the other sending waves of pleasure through you with every circle of his fingers over your sensitive clit. Before you knew it  you were cuming, holding on to him to keep your self from collapsing as he continued to fuck you into overstimulation.

You moaned his name as you rested your head on his shoulder, allowing him to chase his own climax.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and let me finish in your mouth?" Unable to speak, you could only nod into his shoulder. "That's my good girl." 

Ever the gentleman, Jeonghan laid his jacket down to protect your knees before helping you to the ground. You waited eagerly, mouth open and ready to receive every drop of cum he was going to give. Looking up at the man above you, you were mesmerized by  the way he seemed to glow under the soft moonlight, ebony locks blending into the night sky behind him, his soft moans music to your ears as he stroked himself to completion, filling your mouth with warm spurts of cum as he looked down at you, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You wasted no time swallowing as you stared deeply into his eyes.

"Such a good girl. Let's go get cleaned up." He said as he helped you to your feet. Upon entering their home you grew shy when Wonwoo and Seungcheol who were sitting in the living room watching a movie started to follow the two of you with their eyes.

You stepped into the shower followed by Jeonghan who quickly wrapped his arms around you, pulling your back into his chest.

“I’m pretty sure they heard us” you giggled.

 "I’m 100% sure they did, we’ll pay for it in the future I’m sure.” he laughed. “But we’ll worry about that later, for now let's worry about what movie to watch while we cuddle in my bed." He said as he rocked from side to side slightly, giving you a quick peck behind your ear. "I'm sorry most of our date today you were alone, My agency booked me last minute. Promise I'll take you on another date next week, we'll spend the whole day together.”

You turned to kiss him, "I didn't mind. I really needed a self care day anyway and besides, the spa attendant made sure my experience was amazing." You laughed at the instant frown on his face, until you felt a hard smack on your ass.

"Stop mentioning the spa attendant before we’re both in more trouble than we can handle."

#seventeen fic #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #jeonghan fic #jeonghan smut #jeonghan fanfic #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #kpop fic #poly seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan x you #jeonghan x y/n

[mysticmellowlove]

HI MELLOW!!

could i request (if you’re taking them right now) a scenario where there’s this one yan pining over darling but darling already has their hands full with another yan? like maybe yan #1 is a secret admirer who soon realizes that yan #2 exists and is actively a part of darlings life (and already attempting to woo them!!). this might push yan #1 to reveal themself to darling, after all, yan #1 doesn’t want to be left behind!! they want darlings attention all to themselves…

soon darling finds two cuties fighting for their attention at all times… how would this go?? would they try to one up eachother?? i want needy, attention seeking yans… ohoho… the cutest kind <33 maybe they all have a sleepover and fight over who gets to share the bed with darling… darling might tease one yan by choosing to pay attention to the other… eek!! so cute so cute, i want a desperate yan cutie wanting me so bad too :(( <33

- 💖

Desperation then Resignation - Learning to Live Together

warnings; yandere behaviour, sub yandere, sub male, self-harm implication (8 paragraphs down), implied drugging

word count; 1269

note; what's better than one needy yan? two needy yan's..... and they were roommates (omg). also please forgive me for any wackiness, I'm so fucking sick right now. my army of panadol, nurofen and aspirin are currently fighting a losing battle.

James had no idea how he had done it, how he had hidden his constant lusting from his roommate Andrew. But, now that he was at the place his love worked everything made more sense. Andrew hadn't been paying attention to him at all... he was paying attention to them.

He watched with badly concealed jealousy as he was able to laugh alongside them, his hand resting on their shoulder as they poured another cup. His teeth grit together. He had spent so long trailing them around and yet he had never noticed the enemy right under his nose.

When Andrew had been talking about his 'baby' had he been talking about them? Had he been talking about how their hugs were full of warmth, how they smelt like peppermint and coffee from the machine? Had his loving drawls always been about them?

A whine bubbled in his throat as he looked down towards his espresso. He grasped the cup with increasing intensity, a pit of firey hatred bubbling up inside of him. Why....? Why was Andrew allowed to be near them, why was he allowed to touch them, laugh with them... and he wasn't.

He had spent years of his life following them, always too shy to approach. Now it was too late.

"Hey, what's up man? You seem a little down in the dumps?" He looked up from the pool of darkness in front of him, he was there. Andrew was always more put together than he was, always smiling, always laughing. He was someone who could have anyone he wanted. Why did he have to want them, why did he have to have them? They were... they were his.

"Nothing," He mumbled, his words nearly lost in his sodden tone. Andrew rolled his eyes, used to seeing his roommate deep in his own misery. Still, he couldn't help the small smirk that rose to his face. He leaned down so his mouth was level with his ear.

"Is it because they love me more? You'll never get them you know. Don't think I'm stupid, I know you've been drooling over them for a while now. I saw your stupid little collages, how you write about them in your stupid little diary, their name scratched into your stomach..." His sight wavered as Andrew whispered into his ear, his hair raising on the back of his neck. A wave of sudden realisation washed over him, he had known?

That was why he spoke about his 'baby' so often, going into detail about how much he loved them.

"You fucking..." Before he could finish they stopped beside his table, leaning on Andrew as they smiled down at him. He felt a calmness come over him as they looked upon him, though it only stayed for a second as he saw Andrew wrap his arm around their waist.

"Hey, you must be Andy's roomie. I've heard so much about you." Their smile sent shivers down his spine, ones that rolled over him and brought him warmth. At this moment they weren't looking at Andrew. They were looking at him.

He didn't know what to do, his mouth felt dry and his throat felt sore. They were looking at him so playfully, the sides of their eyes crinkled and their mouth in a grin.

"Yeah..." He trailed off, his voice characteristically quiet. They didn't seem to mind, instead they went to chat with him. His eyes drifted closed for a second as their banter filled his ears. This was perfect. When his eyes opened again he found that they were looking at him, their head tilted to the side a little. Andrew had a smirk on his face, a nasty glint in his eyes.

"Huh, sorry." He sputtered out, had they asked him something? In his rapture he hadn't been listening to them.

"I just wanted to ask you a question, that's all. Andrew and I are hanging out at mine tonight and I wanted to know if you wanted to come as well?" The air around them seemed to settle into a hush quiet. Andrew looked floored, his mouth open and his head turned in their direction.

"Wh-why?" Andrew stuttered, though he completely ignored him. He felt like he was soaring. He wouldn't let this opportunity go by.

He knew, he knew that they felt sorry for him. They had said so a few drinks in. Still, he felt special. Sitting on their couch as they sat next to him with their leg pressed against his side. Their head was resting against his shoulder, mutters leaving their mouth as they gazed off into the distance. Were they perhaps a lightweight?

His eyes widened a little as a hand pressed into his thigh. He looked down quickly, a flush crossing his face. Their hand was trailing lightly over his skin, a teasing look on their face. He felt lightheaded and his eyes threatened to flutter shut. He could also feel his breathing pick up, the thought of them being so close to him after all this time was making him excited.

His words caught in his throat. He wanted to confess.... he wanted to say that he had loved them for a while now. But, the words wouldn't come out. His gaze darted back to the hallway door that Andrew had disappeared into.

He was alone with them. His lower lip wobbled as he turned to look at them. Their eyes were unfocused but there seemed to be a mirthful look on their face, their fingertips hot on his skin. Hesitantly he brought his hand forth and let it rest over their own, plucking it from his skin and bringing it to his lips.

He pressed a dazed kiss there, letting his mouth linger on their hand as he took in their taste. The headiness of the beer they had been drinking seemed to have seeped into their skin. His breath came out in desperate puffs, he was touching them... he was kissing them.

He had to stop the laughter that wanted to escape from his mouth, finally he had gotten what he wanted. Their hand rested gently on his cheek as they titled their head upwards, their lips drawing closer to his own.

"Come on then sleepyhead, it's getting late and you're obviously drunk." The moment shattered as Andrew's voice cut through the silence. They groaned and threw themselves backwards, showing their discontent with the suggestion. His blood boiled, he had been so close and yet... Andrew had come between them again.

The other male had a snide smirk on his face as his eyes connected. He bit his lip, anger rising in him at the very sight of the other male. He had already gotten his turn, he had already spent time with them. It wasn't fair.

"Don't look so down James, there's always tomorrow." He felt the cutting laughter that came from Andrew's mouth. The mocking tone, the gleeful look, the way his arm wrapped around their waist as he guided them off the couch and to their room. He even felt the foundation of the house shake as their door slammed shut.

He sat there in silence, his body screaming at him to do something. To chase what was rightfully his, he wanted that feeling of connection back. He wanted to be next to them again, he wanted to feel their skin, their lips.

He was sick of it being just a fantasy.

#tw sh implied #sub yandere #sub male #dom reader #drabble

[iamsherlocked1479]

I missed you too

Paring: Stephen Strange x f!Reader

Summary: Stephen has been gone for too long, without him you're left to please yourself on your own. Unless he was to come back just at the right time?...

word count: 1.3K

Genre: Smut (Of course), agnst, rough and fun to read hehe

You sit in the library scanning the same paragraph over and over again, you were trying to read Stephen's favourite book, but all you could think about was how his three day mission had turned into two weeks away. It wasn’t uncommon for him to leave you in the sanctum for a few days while he was away with the Avengers but he would normally only be gone for a few days. Two weeks was far too long, you had tried texting him which normally provoked a response as you often had to message him first, he would become engulfed in finishing his work. But this time no response, Wong had constantly reminded you that he was fine and probably just forgot about it, he was right but after dating the sorcerer supreme for 2 years you had obviously formed a part of you that always feared the worst. You heard the sounds of a portal being opened in the hall and ran to see who it was.

“Stephen?” You call only to be disappointed at the sight of Wong

“Sorry y/n just forgot something, i'm sure he’s fine don’t worry about him. You should get some sleep.” He advised dragging a suitcase through his portal. 

He was right, you barely slept, tossing and turning in Stephen's bed, your body aching at the lack of his touch. You didn’t expect it at first but Stephen loved to cuddle, now without him the bed felt empty and cold. Your body longed for his touch, being in a healthy relationship obviously meant your desires were met, but they hadn’t been for two weeks. The longest two weeks of your life, you just missed him. 

You followed your typical nightly routine, showering and putting on your pajamas before spending an hour scrolling on your phone and sending him a goodnight message. You pulled the covers over your shoulders and inhaled trying to calm yourself,

“He’ll be fine.” You thought for yourself. You could feel you sex quivering over his lingering scent left on the covers “two weeks without him, two weeks since you last felt the sensation of an orgasm.” Your folds began to soak themselves, his smell was enough to set you off there, he told you not to touch yourself until he came back. But again that was two weeks ago. You slid your hands down to your clothed cunt and ran your hand over the silky fabric. God you needed it, but he hadn’t touched you in so long you needed the release. You couldn’t help yourself, he was all around you, his smell lingering in the room and on the sheets. Your hand slipped under your panties and began circulating your clit, it felt so good. Gripping the sheets your hips began to involuntary move, the rhythm helping you move along even more. 

“Oh Stephen. Fuck” you moan, him always being in your thoughts. You thought about the way he did it, no one had ever made you come like he did it. Of Course they couldn’t, they weren't the sorcerer supreme. Your skin burned longing for his touch, you were so close you could feel it building in your stomach, the match lighting the fire work waiting to be set off.

“It's nice to know I’m always in your thoughts.” A deep voice echoed from the doorway. Startled, you pull your hand away, sighing at the sight of your lover leaning on the door frame.

“Stephen, you’re back. I missed you!” You run wrapping your arms around his neck. He grabbed your wrist pushing you away. 

“I told you not to touch yourself until I was back.” He projected sharply 

“And you said you would be gone for three days. How long were you standing there?” You snapback looking down seeing he had to have been standing there the whole time, he was already half hard, your folds screeching at the sight of his semi.

“Did you cum?” He asked frowning 

“No.” You say “I couldn't without you.” You smirk, running your hands down his chest, removing the cape which fled out of the room.

“Then y/n i think i still have one more job to do.” He smiled, closing the door behind him. You laughed, grabbing his collar and pulling him to a heavy kiss trailing your fingers through his neat hair. You walk backwards pulling off his robes revealing his chiselled pecks. A moan slipped from his mouth, the feeling of your touch made him go crazy. He laid you down and removed your clothes with a flick of his finger. “Two weeks without you, two weeks without your tight little cunt.” He liked his lips and began operating on your body, his goatee tickling your body as he trailed down your abdomen kissing and nibbling your sweet spots.

You bit your bottom lip, tensing at the feeling of his breath trailing over your folds, suckling on your clit.

“Oh, Strange fuck baby.” You call out as he suckled on you whilst using his long dexterous fingers to slide in and out of you curling deep within you. You pushed his face deep grinding onto his lips as you came, with him moaning at the very sight of your pleasure. He knelt over you stroking his clothed cock watching you regain your energy.

“Two long weeks.” He sighed as you sat up.

“Then I must owe you one.” You smile, kissing him and biting his bottom lip as you pull down his trousers revealing your favourite toy. You trail your tongue down his body, before taking his cock in your hands, pumping it as you move into position. His thighs tightened at the feeling of your tongue tracing over his pink tip.

“I'm not in the mood for teasing.” He demanded before silencing himself grunting at the feeling of your mouth around him. You suckle moving your head up and down his shaft eyes watering at the sheer size of him. You fondle with his balls, feeling them beginning to tighten as you lower your mouth further down his shaft. 

“Fuck baby dont make me cum yet I want to fuck that tight pussy of yours.” He pulled your head away, lifting your chin up with the tip of his finger. You smiled and sat up kissing him again as he manoeuvred you onto all fours. He knelt before you pumping himself and trailing his cock between your folds.

“I thought you said no teasing.” You look behind you watching him examine you. He shut you up by thrusting roughly into you a scream escaping your lips, it was exactly what you needed the unholy sensation of him fucking you. He pushed your head down and gripped your waist as he pushed himself deeper into you. 

“Fuck you’re so tight baby, how could i leave my little whore for so long? I'm sorry baby.” His voice cracked as he fucked smiling at the sight of your knuckles whitening as you gripped the sheets. 

“Fuck Stephen, right there. Shit i'm gonna come” you say whimpering at his motion the sound of his balls smacking into you filling your ears.

“Fuck baby, cum for me, squirt your juices all over my dick.” He moaned pulling his hand under you to work on you clit as he fucked. You did exactly as he said, trembling as he continued to get the full sensation out of you. Like clock work you felt his cock beginning to twitch inside of you. He stopped thrusting and pulled his cock from you barely managing to before his river flooded onto your ass. The usually clean man knelt before you his hair a mess with a patch of sweat forming on his brow, admiring his work as you panted below him. He stepped off the bed smartening his hair up and returned with a warm washcloth and wiped you clean. He got under the covers and invited you, which you happily accepted snaking yourself under his arms tracing your fingers on his pecks.

“I missed you too.” He said kissing your forehead.

#dr strange #dr strange x reader #dr stephen strange #marvel smut #spotify #Spotify