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aestheticpluto · 4 months

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𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒? ❝Yandere Harry Potter❞

T.W :- None [I guess] Summery :- He is such an idiot...an idiot that is now obsessed with you [Forgive me for any mistakes]

''Oh look what do we have here?'' you said entering the potion class which was almost empty expect the golden trio who were studying ''Go away L/n'' Ron hissed while Hermione glared at you ''Don't you have anything better to do?'' Hermione said with a cold look ''Not better than this'' you replied sitting near their desk but not too close ''I like seeing this dirtbag struggle'' you mocked with an artificial smile ''Language'' Hermione hissed ''Let it be'' Harry sighed glancing up from his book ''They won't give up'' His eyes met with yours but you fail to notice light pink blush on Harry's face ''Tch'' you rolled your eyes and walked out of the classroom ''What's wrong with him'' you mumble to yourself slowly noticing his lack of response.

you've always been envious of favoritism towards harry and since your parents were also Gryffindors so you being Slytherin didn't sit right with them, they always compare you to THE Harry Potter which you despise from the bottom of your heart.

''L/n'' A familiar voice echoed in the empty Slytherin common room ''Hmm?'' you looked up and saw Harry ''What Dirtbag?'' you asked with a mocking smile ''What did I ever do to you?'' his question made you paused a bit ''Nothing.'' you replied with a grin and went back to your work ''No, You're lying'' you sighed thinking why is he acting like this ''Do you hate me?'' he added with his hand reached for yours and snatching the quill from your hand ''Potter!?'' you glanced at him and saw him with a serious expression, standing up from the seat you glared at him and decided to say whatever you've been keeping inside you ''Yes I do hate you and that hate is more than you could ever imagine'' you took a deep breathe ''Why?'' He moved closer ''Your- Your'' you shuttered trying find the right words ''You're literally everyone's favorite you'll never know the feeling of being someone's shadow and it's all because of your stupid scar, do you even know how is it feel to be always left out?'' you blurted out without thinking much ''So it's because of lack of love?'' he asked his hand rested on your shoulder ''What?'' you asked looking at him with a puzzle look ''Love?'' you added ''Oh I'm so sorry'' he pulled you in hug, you struggled and try to get away but that didn't work in fact it only made his grip stronger ''Potter-'' ''Harry. you can call me harry'' he corrected ''No it's not that-'' you tried to explain ''Shh everything will be okay and from now I'll give you all the love and attention you need'' he caressed your hair

''Harry-?'' Hermione entered the room and was more than shook ''Bloody Hell'' Ron followed mumbling ''Mate?'' Ron asked seeing his Best-friend and His enemy Hugging? ''Oh uh-'' you finally pushed Harry aside and cleared your throat ''Don't think anything gross Weasley'' you said fixing your uniform ''Care to explain'' Hermione asked walking up to you and Harry ''Go back to your dorms'' you instructed ''Besides you shouldn't stay in Slytherin's common room for too long'' you added picking up your stuff and preparing to leave ''See you at breakfast tomorrow dearest'' Harry chirped ''Tch. This guy is really out of his mind'' you whispered to yourself and went towards your dorm.

''Bloody Hell'' Ron and Hermione glanced at each other then looked at Harry ''What? I'm trying to help.'' Harry replied with a small smile- gosh he is such an idiot...an idiot that is now obsessed with you

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bless-my-demons · 7 months

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Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-Two

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: cuss words and recreational cliff diving

Notes: The moment you’ve been waiting for! Just don’t kill me pls🫣 sorry this one is short, but the next chapter is twice as long so buckle up lol

Word Count: 1290

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Reader

Quil has been… tricky since I found out about the wolves. Now I know why his best friends have ditched him and I can’t even tell him.

How would I even phrase it?

Hey man, so you know how your best buds kinda cut all their hair off, got insanely ripped, tattooed these tribal pieces on their arms, and seclude themselves? Well, they’re actually these supernatural protectors of the reservation and turn into huge fucking wolves.

Yeah that’d go over real well. Not to mention said wolves would rip me a fucking new one. I mean, they protect humans, but is the line drawn at exposure? Would they even vote or would Sam just slam his own gavel? Make a spectacle in front of the tribe? What would they even tell my mom?

I can’t help the direction of my thoughts, desperation for my friend - to cure the source of his pain, gnaws at me from the inside.

So I unintentionally start hanging out with him less. Not completely - no, my heart would never allow it, but less. Less means I can stop pretending so much - I lie to my mom and I live with her. I lie to Bella because two friends falling apart in the same way helps no one. I lie to Quil so the wolves can continue to exist without a spotlight. I lie to Embry and say I’m fine so he can have someone to not be fine with. More often than not it feels like the smile on my face and the words in my mouth are just lies, lies, lies.

So I have to do less. Because less is how I stay afloat.

Less is what I wish I’d feel.

•March 16th, 2006 • Quileute Indian Reservation•

Reader

“Are you sure about this?” The roaring of the water below almost drowns me out, but Bella’s shoulder is brushing mine and I can tell she heard my question in the way her own shoulders sink as we stare down at the turning water.

“Look, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to-”

“Oh I’m going to, just thought I’d offer an out.” I’m not even looking at her and I can feel the tension leak away from her.

“You’ve always been down for some crazy stuff.” She tells me, stepping away to shed her backpack, bracelets, shoes and anything else she doesn’t want to get wet.

“Believe me, I fucking know.” I whisper to myself.

Are we really about to jump from a cliff just to feel something?

I’ll do anything to feel something besides this gaping hole in my chest and apparently that starts with cliff jumping.

I turn to check on her and catch her mumbling something under her breath before she steps off and disappears from view.

I copy her actions and shed myself of my extra clothing items until I’m in just my jeans and t-shirt. A thundering rumble from deep in the trees pulls my attention for half a second from the dark water below as I wait for Bella’s head to surface. A storm, maybe? Has to be-but the snapping of twigs, that’s something inside the forest.

The wolves? We picked a day they were occupied, they’ve been chasing Victoria ever since Laraunt showed up and Bella explained to Jacob what they were after - us. And Charlie, along with some trigger-happy townspeople, have been hunting the wolves.

Which leaves us free to do things like this, stupid shit without the overbearing men in our lives watching our every move.

I take a step forward into nothing before whatever that is makes an appearance and stops us.

Time might as well be standing still.

I mean, I feel the rumple of my shirt across my stomach as I fall, but the way my heart is in my throat and my lungs squeeze-

Ice. The water is pure ice.

I’m stunned at the brutality of the water, not only in temperature, but also in the way it ebbs and rolls. I’m not entirely sure which way is up, but I catch a glimpse of a jean-clad leg drifting away into the darkness - Bella! I’m too slow, the water is zapping my warmth and my strength with it.

Lungs screaming at me to give up, a tan blur of muscles dives right past me at an incredible pace. A few seconds later, another tan and muscled arm wraps around my torso and our rapid ascent to the surface begins.

My last thought - the last image in my brain before darkness drowns me out is Bella, dragged completely limp by Jacob.

• March 16th, 2005 • Ithaca, New York •

Jasper

A choking gasp so loud it startles everyone lounging in the house-horror, disbelief, terror courses through my sister in the fraction of a second.

The next fraction I’m at her side.

“Alice-Alice!” I grip the tops of her arms as I stare into her eyes, begging her to answer me immediately, “What is it?”

Her eyes are flicking around, far away from here and searching-panic begins overtaking her and I can do nothing to stop its rampant escalation. My power retaliates, I try to grasp her slippery hysteria but it’s like smoke - filling the room rapidly, choking me, but I’m unable to grasp it-to tame it. There’s only three people not in this room that would elicit such reaction and one is immortal-

“Bella and-” but she cuts herself off before she could finish as she meets my eyes.

“Bella. And. What. Alice?” My tone is deadly and the words are clipped - I already know the answer, but it can’t be.

Instead of answering me, she spins from my grip.

“Carlisle! I need keys!” I follow her as she grabs everything she needs for a day trip, apparently.

“Alice answer me, what’s going on?” I’m desperate at this point for any information.

“I’m driving to Forks.” Her words are stern, mind set. “I have to check on them, I can’t see-”

“You can’t see them?”

“They jumped off a fucking cliff and I can’t see them!” Her breath is tearing in and out as she spins to look at me, panic and inadequacy pinging off of her.

They… jumped off a cliff?

For the first time in a very long time, I can’t breathe.

“My-my girl j-jumped?” The small voice passing through my lips doesn’t sound like me.

“I need to check on them-”

“I’m coming.” The heart in my chest has long since ceased to work, but now it feels as though it’s turning rotten and black.

“If you can’t handle it-” She starts, but I stop her again.

“If she’s gone, nothing matters anymore.”

• March 16th, 2006 • Home •

Reader

I rinsed off in the shower after Embry dropped me off, not much energy left to fully shower. Thank whatever other-worldly force looking out for me that he didn’t take me to the hospital so my mom could get involved. The woman would hover no doubt non-stop and then proceed to give me the lecture of the century, something I don’t have the capacity for at the moment.

Plopping down onto the sofa, I settle back into the soft cushions, my body absolutely tired.

Hurried knocking on the front door not-so-softly wakes me up, I must’ve drifted off after laying down.

“Embry, I’m fine - you didn’t need to check on me-”

But as the door swings open it isn’t Embry.

Panting like he had just run a marathon, hair slightly wet and eyes wide with panic, stood someone I thought I’d never see again.

Someone I thought had to be a figment of my imagination.

Jasper?

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luvrsinn · 8 months

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synopsis: you're unsure if your drunken state is due to the drinks served at the party or the way sirius is looking at you. either way, you really want him to kiss you.

sirius black x fem!reader 0.7k words

"Can we get away for a minute?", you yell at Sirius over the sound of all the music. He struggles to hear you, but he does.

"Yeah, sure."

The blazing music fades away to a soft lull as Sirius leads you to the nearest bathroom. The party has been going on for a few hours, and the both of you have already had way too many drinks.

Sirius had spent the better part of the party by your side, occasionally breaking away when a classmate was within speaking distance or when a very drunk James whisked him away to dance on the common room sofa. On one such occasion tonight, he was flopped down on the sofa beside the marauders, his sides aching from laughter, when he saw Remus' curious stare. Being the only one with any brain cells in the group, Remus noticed the suspicious amount of time Sirius spent with you, yammering on aimlessly. He also noticed the way you both looked at each other, oblivious and full of longing. Sirius insists that you both are friends, nothing more, and promptly ignores any more interrogations.

Now, Sirius wonders if that really is true. He is standing in front of the sink you're sitting on, ankles crossed. His hands are cold where they rest on either side of you, and he finds that he wouldn't at all hate the idea of you both being something more. He briefly wonders if your heart is racing as fast as his.

Say something, he tells himself. Usually, conversations are his strong suit; hell, he could even charm the pants off Dumbledore if he wanted to. But right now, Sirius finds himself rendered stupid. He blames it on the alcohol.

"I want to kiss you." You're slurring and tripping over the words.

A pretty girl like her wants to kiss me?, is his first thought.

Sirius is sure he's dreaming. Or maybe the alcohol has started to mess with his brain too, if your perfume already hasn't.

Your fingers start tracing his jaw, brushing over his freckles, and he is suddenly conscious of the fact that this is all very real. His ears grow red as your words play again in his head.

The heat of your body next to his is nearly unbearable, and all his limbs ache to feel your touch, to see if his lips fit between yours the way they do in his many dreams. He asks the universe why it has decided to play with him today. He is almost certain that your words are a result of the alcohol. Almost.

Sirius' head is swimming with the countless things he wants to do. He settles on burying his face in your neck. If one of your hands finds its way to his hair, he lets it slide. All the usual cocky brashness Sirius carries leaves him. He is not sure why you have such an effect on him. His voice is slightly hoarse when it comes out.

"No, you don't. You're just drunk, love," he says. He doesn't look up. He is sure he will be lost completely if he does.

"Noo, I'm not," you whine. He chuckles at that and you can feel his core vibrate. You're pouting comically with your brows furrowed, when he looks up. His hands twitch at his side. He has half a mind to straighten the creases on your forehead. Right then, your body is so close and Sirius decides to take a chance.

"I want to kiss you too," he says. You lean slightly forward, giddy and drunk from the way he is looking at you. He is quick to press his long, ring-clad finger to your lips.

"But I won't. Not here. Not now."

You tilt your head, confused. The rejection burns a bit, but your spirit rises again when he continues.

"However," he says, eyes shining with something you can't place your finger on, "if you remember all this tomorrow and you still want to kiss me, I gladly will."

You smile brightly at that, and Sirius drops his hand, his finger burning where it touched your lips. A lump rises in his throat. He prays to whoever's listening to always be the reason you smile like that.

As it turns out, someone was listening. Much to his delight, you kiss him stupid the very next day. And every day after that.

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dolcid · 11 months

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Cute Little Ferret Boy ▪︎ Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Harry's Twin Sister! Slytherin!Reader

Summary: When Draco is turned into a Ferret, his S/O is there to help him out.

Warnings: established relationship, tad bit of violence if you count Moody turning Draco into a ferret violence lol, canon divergence, bullying maybe? nothing else??? Idk, lmk if I'm missing anything

A/N: was inspired by this post lol

Sitting at a bench in the courtyard of Hogwarts, you were finishing up your charms homework. Draco was there too, sitting in a tree for merlin knows what. He always made sure he had an eye on you somehow. He'd never be too far away, as he wanted to be sure no one was messing with you. Since you were the twin of the famous Harry Potter, a lot of the students at hogwarts loved to tease you for it. Draco had been one of them too at a point in time, but once he realized you two had more in common than anyone he's ever met at the school, he fell in love. Apologizing for his actions, Draco was simply whipped by you. Now he was the one defending you from those teases, even from your brother and his friends. Harry may have been your twin, but that didn't mean you got along. Ever since you came to Hogwarts all the attention was on him, and he enjoyed it. Never once sparing you a glance. His ego was certainly fueled by the fact that he had friends, got good grades, was in Gryffindor, and wasn't affected by all the trauma you both shared. You were happy he wasn't affected by it like you were, but also envious of his ability to overcome it so easily. It wasn't that easy for you, which is why you were here now. In Slytherin, had no friends, struggled with all classes and was merely the "Girl Who Cried" most people didn't even bother to learn your name, only knowing you as Potter's twin sister. It was dreadful really. But Draco made up for the lack of normalcy you wanted. Needed. You'd pray that Harry would see you as a person someday too.

Shaking your head, you attempt to bring your thoughts back to the charms homework you were struggling with. But it was to no avail, you couldn't focus with so many students bristling about. And to make it worse, your brother and his friends just walked in. You visibly tense, not going unnoticed by Draco, who swiftly drops from the tree he was perched in and made his way over to you, not before motioning to his friends to watch your brother. He knew how you felt about Harry. How he never stood up for you like a sibling should. Placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, Draco smiles down at you gently.

"How's the homework coming along?" He asks, voice soft and friendly, a voice only you heard. You smiled up at him, sighing and placing your quill down.

"Could be better," you grovel, blowing a stray hair out of your face. Draco smirks, teasingly.

"I told you, you could ask me for help darling," he says, swiftly sliding into the seat beside you. You groan.

"I know, I just wanted to try on my own first." Draco rubs your lower back encouragedly.

"I'm proud of you for trying,"

As Draco places a gentle kiss to your temple, rustling is heard coming your way. You both look up to see Harry, looking awfully mad.

"Can I help you Potter?" Draco asked, his hand finding yours. You tensed once more, hating the feeling of Harry's eyes on you.

"Yeah, you can stay away from my sister!"

Oh boy you thought. Harry always made sure to harass Draco when he was with you, always putting on a show for the other mindless students that watched. He didn't care truly, you could tell by his eyes. He only wanted to provoke Draco, hoping he would do something stupid and get detention, or worse. Expelled.

You breathe in sharply, staring down at your homework as Draco rolls eyes pale eyes.

"Oh now you care?" Draco sighs audibly.

"We've been over this Potter, you can't make me stop seeing your sister. You're lucky to even call yourself her brother," Draco argued, his hand squeezing yours gently. Harry visibly grew angrier, causing both you and Draco to stand off the bench. This wasn't good...

Draco protectively pulled you against him, sneering at Harry as he got closer.

"Stay back if you know what's good for you, Potter." Draco threatened. Harry merely chuckled.

"If I did what was good for me, my sister would be out of the picture. She's merely a bother, a nobody," Harry spoke, a smirk present on his face.

The next few moments seemed to have stilled, as if somebody had casted a time slowing charm. Draco pulled out his wand, Harry following suit. You panicked and attempted to stop Draco, but before you could, a spell flew at Draco, seemingly turning him into the small white blonde ferret now on the ground beside you.

Suddenly professor Moody emerged from a corridor, his wand aimed at your boyfriend.

"Stop!" You tried to reason, but your wails were thrown to deaf ears. Harry smiled mischievously as Moody started to toss the ferret around in the air, nearly shoving him down his friends pants before you intervened.

"I said Stop!" You shouted, grabbing the ferret and the attention of everyone around you. You panicked again however, quickly turning on your heels and running into the castle, the ferret still in your arms. You made it to the slytherin common room before you attempted to catch your breath, hoping you were far away enough that no one had followed you. Your attention was soon turned to the small ferret in your arms, or more so your boyfriend. You sighed gently and held him close, apologizing to him softly. The ferret squeaked and seemingly understood you, his nose nuzzling into your cheek. You smiled and brushed your hand threw his hair.

"Let's hope this spell wears off soon hm?" You spoke, giggling as the ferret tickled your neck.

Entering the common room, you immediately went to Draco's dorm, as it was where you two would spend most of your time together. Mostly to keep out of the public's eye. It was basically your room at this point too, you slept there, kept clothes there, did homework there, etc. It was bigger than your actual dorm too so that was a plus.

Sitting on your shared bed, you set the ferret down gently, watching as he looked at you curiously. You hesitantly pull out your wand, looking it over before turning to him.

"I don't know if I can help you, I don't want to hurt you," the ferret squeaked, running into your lap.

"Is that a no?" You laughed.

"Maybe we should just wait it out, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something bad happened to you." You spoke, shuddering at the thought. Staring at him fondly, you began to pet him again, finally being able to get a good look at him.

"I must say, you are awfully cute for a ferret," you tease, the ferret merely sighing in response. You giggle and continue to pet him, laying back onto the bed and lying him beside you, on your pillow.

"Why don't we just sleep it off? That'll certainly make it wear off sooner," the ferret seemed to agree, curling up on himself and nustling into your neck.

"I agree." You laugh, taking off your circular glasses and setting them on the dresser nearby.

"I love you Draco, have sweet little ferret dreams," you tease one last time, placing a soft kiss to his head.

When you awoke, it was dark out and the room was cold. You shivered, attempting to curl in on yourself but stopped when you felt a hand on your waist. Remembering the events from earlier, you rubbed the crust from your eyes and turned around, seeing a mop of blonde hair, and his familiar black and green robes. You breathed out a sigh of relief, thankful to see the spell had warn off. Even though Draco was still asleep, you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him, relieved to have his safe, warm, comforting presence back. He woke and automatically hugged back, as if his body knew what to do. He then stilled, flexing his hands. He opened his eyes and inspected himself, sighing in relief as well. Before you could say anything however, Draco had his lips on yours, scrambling any sort of thought you had. He pulled back and rested his forehead to yours.

"That's for saving me. Thank you darling,"

He kissed you once more, his hand pulling you by the waist, closer to him.

"You saved me too, thank you Draco. I love you."

A/N: soooooo what do you think? Lol. I always have a hard time writing x readers for some reason, but I actually had fun this time. Lmao. Reblogs appreciated, and please, let me know your thoughts! <3

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dearspiritss · 10 months

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“I’d Die for You.”

Mountain x Male Reader

Notes: You’d do anything for him, even if it meant leaving your whole life behind just to be with him. (3270 wc)

Warnings: Mentions of death, some vague gore if you could call it that?, blood mentions, nothing too saucy :)

read below the cut ml <3

The ministry was always a nice place to be in. Yeah, it was sometimes chaotic with all the ghouls running around, but it had its peaceful places. Like the library, your favorite place. It smelled of old books and pinewood, so comforting to your constantly racing mind. You’d grown up there, being a son of sin, but not just any son of sin. You were the priest's oldest son, meaning you had the most responsibility out of all. You were put in charge of almost everything -scheduling tours, guiding new siblings of sin, and shit ton of paperwork- your father pushing you as far as he could to make sure you’d be a good fit for the next priest. If you were being honest, you didn’t want the role at all.

You found the job to be extremely boring. You despised the thought of sitting around in a cold office, doing nothing all day. You admired the ghoul’s lifestyle, you wished you could do what they did. They were free and got to have fun, while you were stuck in your boring and stressful lifestyle. The ghouls made sure you felt appreciated through it all though, you being the main reason they got to do what they did best. Sneaking you out of your room at night, being extremely careful not to be caught. They’d drag you to the ghouls wing, sitting you down on one of the many couches in the common room. They’d do whatever you wanted to. Want to watch a movie and relax? They’d have a list of movies and plenty of blankets ready. They adored you, but one particular ghoul always stuck out to you.

Mountain. He’d sneak into the library, going to your normal spot to check in on you. He knew that you were constantly stressed out, so he’d always find a way to make you feel better. Offering to help with the workload everyone dropped onto you, or to get you something to snack on while you worked. He took care of you. If you denied everything he offered, he’d sit with you until you were done. It didn’t matter if it was in the middle of the night, he would be right by your side. If he sensed you getting worked up or frustrated, he’d reassure you while rubbing your shoulders. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear, voice like honey soothing you almost instantly.

You found yourself with a crush on the towering ghoul, getting goosebumps from everything he did. His low silvery voice bounced around in your head like a record on repeat. The gentle touch of his calloused palms sending shivers down your spine. The way he slowly blinked while watching you work, putting you in a trance. His beautiful long brown hair, loosely pulled into a knot made you stare. The ghoul had you wrapped around his finger without even trying, and he loved it. He loved the way you’d react when he lightly teased you. He found humans very interesting, and you were his test subject.

“You’re still working, Love?” The sudden voice pulled you out of the book you had your nose stuck in. You looked up, spotting Mountain holding what you assumed to be a cup of tea. You nodded, rubbing your tired eyes. “I have to finish this stupid book before sunrise. My father is supposed to be testing me on it tomorrow and I can’t fail.” He hummed, making his way to sit in the chair beside you. “Why do you put up with all of this,” he spoke, a hand gesturing to the open book in front of you. You scoffed and leaned back into your chair. “It’s the only way I stay sheltered. If my father gets mad.. Well you know what’ll happen.” He gave a quiet “yep” before bringing his mug up to his lips.

“Did you need anything? I mean it’s like, three in the morning Mount.” His lips curled up into a small smile. “I came to check on you, and hopefully spend some time with you. You’ve been cooped up in here for a week now, we haven’t been able to get to you at all.” The small smile he wore slowly turned into a frown. You sighed, closing the book and pushing it aside. “I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been so caught up with everything for you guy’s next tour, it’s just taken up the little free time I've had.” He placed a hand on the side of your face, making you look at him. “There’s no need to apologize, we know you’re busy. We just wish we could help you out..”

You nodded, somewhat understanding what he said. “As soon as I’m done with this, I’ll find a way to spend time with you all..” You trailed off, a wave of exhaustion flooding over you resulting in a yawn. “How long has it been since the last time you slept, Love?” His voice was coated with worry. You thought to yourself for a moment. “I’ve been here since nine, but I woke up around five yesterday.” His eyes widened. “This won’t do, you need to sleep.” You shook your head, worried thoughts flooding your mind. “No, no. I need to finish this. I have a few pages left of this book and then I have to find the booth for the upcoming tour- I can’t Mountain.” He frowned, sitting down his tea. “Well then, I’ll help you. I can find the booth while you finish your book.”

He pulled away, taking out his phone. “Mountain- no- I won’t let you do my work. It’s not your job. I can’t, you can’t.” He shushed you. “And why not? You deserve to rest. Just tell me what to do.” You groaned, unable to deny his convincing tone. “Fine. You know the website, just tell me if you find a nice one in the price range.” You picked up your book as he flashed a fang filled smile in your direction.

A few minutes passed and you finally finished, closing the book and putting it aside. You looked over to the ghoul beside you, his eyes fixated on his phone screen. You smiled slightly and leaned into his side. “Any luck so far?” He looked down at you and nodded. “Yeah! I found a really nice booth that would be perfect. I’m talking to the owner right now to see if it's open.” He tucked his phone away into his pocket, wrapping an arm around you. “You’ve done a lot for us, and we're so lucky to have you, but if you don’t get enough sleep we won’t have an amazing manager anymore.” Your face flushed from the sudden praise. You quickly pushed that aside and sighed. “You’re right. I guess I could rest while we’re waiting for an answer..”

You stood, grabbing the book to put it away. You felt a hand around your wrist, almost making you fall backwards. You regained your ground and turned to Mountain who was now standing. “If you thought you were gonna sleep by yourself, you’re sadly mistaken.” You tilted your head in confusion. Before you could speak, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. “W-Wait, Mountain!” You tried to intervene, but he wasn’t having any of it. He ignored your pleads and quickly made his way out of the library.

When he opened the door, you realized where he was taking you. “Mount, I’m not allowed in here!” He continued walking without saying a word. When you reached the ghouls wing common room, you spotted a familiar fire ghoul. “Mountain? What are you doing?” Dew’s voice came from one of the couches. “Bed time.” Was the only thing he said, not stopping his long strides down the hall. Before you knew it, you were already in his room. He gently sat you down on his bed before crawling in to lay next to you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him. He pulled up the thick blanket that sat on his bed, making sure the two of you were covered. You felt his tail slither around your ankle, securing you in his tight hold.

You relaxed in his arms, realizing you weren’t getting out of the situation no matter what. He nuzzled his nose into your hair, deeply inhaling your scent. You sighed in relief, your mind finally clear after hours of constant worries. That's when you heard it. Those three little words that made you weak slipped out from between his lips. You sat up, looking him in the eyes. “What did you say?” He smiled and placed his hands on the sides of your face, cupping your cheeks gently. “I love you.” Your breath hitched, becoming shaky. “Don’t joke around, Mountain.” His eyes softened. “I’m not joking. I would never joke about something like that, Love.” You shook your head, pulling away.

“You can’t, we can’t. It’s strictly forbidden.” He pulled you back towards him, his hands firm on your waist. “We can figure it out, my love. I’ll figure it out, you don’t need to worry about anything. For now, you just need to sleep.” He pulled you back down, your head resting on his chest. A soft purr rose from his chest, luring you into a deep sleep.

The feeling of fingers threading through your hair woke you from your sleep. You slowly opened your eyes to see Mountain looking at his phone, a smile etched onto his lips. He looked down at you, eyes lighting up. “Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?” You nodded sitting up, rubbing your eyes. “The booth owner replied-” He was cut off by a gasp escaping your lips. “Shit- I still have to get the fee’s together and call the buses-” He shushed you, shaking his head. “Relax, I took care of it. I submitted the total fees and called the tour buses. The date is set a week from now.”

You just stared at him in disbelief. He laughed, putting his phone aside. Your face flushed a deep red as he opened up his arms. You accepted his embrace, wrapping your arms around his torso. “I wish I could come with you guys, but with the rules of the ministry it’s impossible.” He nodded, placing his hand on your head. “I know, but you’re the next priest. They need you here.” You scoffed, arms tightening around him. “The only thing they need me for is to do their work. Hell, I don’t even want to be a priest. I’ve always wanted to be in a band, kind’ve like you guys.”

“I wish you could join us as well, I wish there was a way around this.” An idea popped into your head, not a good one, but it could work. “I have an idea that you, or really anyone, won’t like.” His head tilted to the side, obviously curious. “The only way I could escape the grip of the ministry, and my father, would be to die and be summoned back as a ghoul. It’s horrible, I know, but it would work. Just think about it.” His eyes widened in shock. “My love, dying and becoming a ghoul is a very painful process. Trust me, it's something you don’t want to ever experience.”

He stopped, taking in a deep breath. “If you went through with this, you’d be giving up everything you know as a human. Everything will be different. The way you see and feel the world will change. Are you sure this is something you’d leave everything behind for?” You nodded, looking him in the eyes. “There’s nothing left for me as a human except stress and work. As a ghoul, I’d have everything. Freedom, the band, and you. I’d have you, Mountain. I’d die for you.” His face flushed as he nodded, giving you a small smile. “If that is what you wish, then I will help you as much as I possibly can.”

He leaned back into the pillows on his bed, gently stroking your head. “So how are you planning on doing this, dear?” You gave him a not so innocent smile. “I have to talk to Papa before anything is set in place. If he agrees, then we’ll be set. You’ll have to do some pretty convincing acting though.” He hummed, fully interested now. “Just know, I should be gone the night before you guys return from tour so that gives me about two weeks to do it. The clergy will send a message about what happened to me, but for now I’m going to keep that to myself. I don’t need you worrying about me while you’re on tour.” You reached a hand up to cup his cheek. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes.

“I’m always worried about you. There’s never a second when I’m not, love.” Blood rushed to your face, your cheeks turning bright red. You removed your hand from his face and covered your own. He opened his eyes and noticed this. He ran a teasing hand up your back, making you shiver. “I’ve got to say, you’re very easy to fluster. It’s quite cute.” You dug your head into his side, hiding the embarrassing look plastered across your face. He laughed and pulled you closer, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “You need to get going, don’t you have a test?” You quickly sat up, nodding. He escorted you out of the ghouls wing, stopping at the door.

“I’ll meet you in the library later, until then love.” He leaned down, placing a kiss on your cheek. He gave you a small smile before shutting the door. When he turned around he found all of the ghouls staring at him. “When were you gonna tell us the two of you were dating?” He shook his head, dismissing the multi ghouls' words. “Swiss- were not dating.. Yet.” A collection of laughs rose from a few ghouls, making Mountain's cheeks flush a bit. “Come on, tell us everything.” Cirrus invited him over, which he gladly accepted.

Over the next week the two of you met in the library, discussing the plan further every day. A day before they left for the week-long tour, you discussed everything with Copia. He was very against it at first, but after hearing the full plan he eventually agreed. He always knew about your dreams and was happy to help. It was the fifth day of their tour, the day you’d see your demise. You sent one final text as a human to Mountain, a simple “I love you.” You put your valuable belongings in his dresser drawer, ready for when you returned. You smiled to yourself as you walked to your fathers office, prepared on what you were about to do.

You knocked twice, hearing a stern and toneless voice inviting you in. You smiled, seeing your father staring daggers into you from his desk. “What do you need, child.” You were grinning from ear to ear. “I’m not a child. Dear Lucifer, I bet you don't even know my age.” His brows snapped together. “What did you just say to me?” You took a few steps forward, now standing in front of his desk. “You heard me.” He stood up, his chair flying backwards. He swiftly made his way in front of you, towering over you. “How dare you come in here and disrespect me, your father and priest.” You laughed in his face, pissing him off more.

“You're not my father, far from it actually. You’re just a filthy old man who knows nothing about me.” You stepped forward. “I bet you didn’t know that I wanted to be in a band. I bet you don’t know that I can play guitar perfectly. I bet you didn’t know that I don’t want to be a fucking priest like you.” He slammed a fist down onto his desk. “You’ve been around those nasty ghouls! No wonder you’ve been slacking! They’re making you filthy. You stay away from those dirty little-” Before he could say another word, your body moved on its own. A red hand mark formed on his face from the harsh slap you planted on it.

He grabbed the dagger he kept on his desk, and in one quick movement you’d done it. It pierced straight through your heart, making you fall to the ground. You sharply inhaled, the pain was overwhelming your senses. You looked up at him, a smile still on your face. The doors of the office swung open, two siblings of sin barging in. They gasped at the sight before them. Your father towering over your limp body, blood spilling across the floor. You looked at the ground, saying your final words. “See you in hell, father.” You took one last breath, death washing over you.

Mountain looked back at Copia, unsure. “I know you’re scared to see it, but we have to do this to make it look real.” He nodded, bracing himself. He swung open the doors to the office and saw two siblings of sin leaned over your lifeless body. He ran up to you, falling to his knees. His stomach dropped seeing the blood that was spilled everywhere. Tears formed in his eyes as he placed a hand over your cold face. “Dear Satanas..” He looked up the sister of sin who stood in front of him. “Who did this?” Anger and grief flowed through his breaking voice. The Sister backed away, scared. Copia rushed in, grabbing onto the ghouls arms.

“I apologize dear sister for my ghouls behavior, I will be taking him back to the ghouls wing.” She nodded, shooing him away. Copia dragged the ghoul out of the room, closing the door behind them. He released Mountain, huffing. “That was a good performance, now we need to-” He turned back to see the ghoul wiping his eyes. “Oh dear.. Mountain, you must remember this. We’re bringing him back, you’re going to see him very soon.” The tall ghoul nodded, standing up. “We must go now, your ghoul is waiting for us.” Copia gave him a reassuring pat on the back and led him down to the summoning chamber.

The pentacle was already drawn on the cold ground of the chamber with candles surrounding it. Copia quickly lit the candles and started the ritual. Mountain anxiously waited, watching the ground as if his life depended on it. The pentacle lit up, fire shooting up from the circle. A hole opened up from the ground, a hand reaching out grabbing the edge. Mountain sped to the opening and locked onto the hand. He pulled the ghoul up and out of the portal. “Papa! He’s out!” He stopped chanting, the portal quickly closing. The fire from the ghouls' bubbling skin burned him, but he didn’t care. He held the trembling ghoul in his arms, running his hand gently through his hair. “You’re home, my love.”

You opened your eyes, gasping. Your whole body felt as though it was on fire, and it was. The feeling of familiar arms around you and that soothing honey like voice brought you back fully. “Mountain?..” You looked up to see him with glossy eyes. “You’re back, you’re safe.” You quickly wrapped your arms around him, smiling weakly into his shoulder. “I told you I’d die for you, didn’t I?”

#mountain ghoul #mountain x male reader #ghost the band #ghost band #i have problems #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #sodo ghoul #nameless ghouls #aether ghoul #phantom ghoul #aurora ghoulette #rain ghoul #sunshine ghoulette

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sweetprettyprincess · 2 years

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— NO TIME | jjk

pairing: jeon jungkook x female!reader

summary: "no time for bullshit talk about who's to blame for the breakup".

genre: exes to fuckers au

warnings: smut (oral f receiving, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration)

english is not my native language so pls excuse any mistakes

You keep your eyes fixed on the TV in front of you, even though you're not really paying attention to anything on the screen. Your entire focus is on an internal struggle between your common sense and your willingness to pick up your cell phone and prove to him that you no longer have any dignity. How pathetic you've become.

"Fuck," you mutter to no one but yourself, giving up, before reaching for the device and immediately opening Instagram and searching for '97jkook' in the search.

The last story was posted two hours ago, a selfie in the car. You don't take you long to notice how fucking hot he looks, as soon the memories of your moments together in that vehicle invaded your mind. Did the damned memories also disturb his thoughts or did he just forget about your existence? Maybe he created new memories with someone else. Better memories.

You take advantage of the seconds of courage that suddenly arise within you and quickly type a response to the photo: "can u come and fuck me?".

Minutes that feel like hours pass before he sees your message, but when it does, no response comes and it's like a bucket of cold water has been thrown over you. How could you have been so stupid? It's a Friday night, the vibe is prone to going out for drinks with friends, flirting with various girls, and selecting the hottest one to take home. Why the hell would he pay any attention to a needy ex-girlfriend when he probably already has a prettier girl wrapped around his finger for the night? What do you have to offer besides a fuck (which obviously isn't going to be the best of his life) and bullshit about who's to blame for the breakup?

Feeling humiliated, you decide that the best thing to do in a situation like this is to go to bed and cry yourself to sleep, thinking about how different things could have been. However, before you can even make your way to the bedroom, the doorbell rings through the apartment and you freeze in place.

You takes a deep breath, straightens your posture and runs your hand through your hair in an attempt to compose yourself before opening the door.

There's a sly smile on his lips. His hair is messed up, his clothes are casual, just a gray sweatshirt and a white shirt, but he still looks so fucking gorgeous even without making any effort and it's so unfair. So unfair that he doesn't have to say anything or touch you to send shivers through your body.

"You ask me to come over, but won't you let me in?" he asks in a mocking tone, raising an eyebrow, on which a recently applied piercing stands out.

You try to disguise your dazed state and shrug, making room for him to finally enter and walk over to the sofa, where he sits casually. Legs spread, arms crossed, questioning gaze burning under your face and you want a hole to open up beneath you and take you away.

It's all so embarrassing now that your courage has evaporated.

"Come here", he invites, knowing that if it depends on you and your cowardice nothing will happen.

Your legs are wobbly and you feel like you're going to collapse with every step you take towards him, but what really caused you to fall was the touch of his big hands on your hips when you were close enough, pulling you forward, until make sure you're sitting under it, one leg on either side of your well-fitted thighs.

"Hi," he says softly.

"Hey", you reply bringing your eyes to his and regret it immediately, you know you don't have the guts to face him.

"Why am I here, Y/N?" he brings his tattooed hand to the side of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb, causing those damn butterflies in your stomach.

"I just…I just missed you," your reply is no more than a whisper, but it's enough for him to break the distance between you.

The first contact of his lips against yours is soft, cautious and gentle, as if he is testing the waters before diving in, and when he finally feels safe he asks permission to introduce his tongue into your mouth and you immediately grant. A sigh of pure pleasure coming from both parties is suppressed by the kiss.

The hand previously on your cheek goes to your neck, where he squeezes lightly, while the other on your hip pulls you closer, wanting some friction against the erection between his legs. He would never let you know, but he was about to jerk off thinking about you when he got your text. He missed you so much, but unlike you, he didn't do anything about it. He didn't want to disturb your peace because of selfish desire.

"I want you so much," he confesses against your lips. "Let me take care of you," he asks as he places a kiss on your chin, you just nod frantically, wanting to feel anything. "I want to hear you"

"Please Jungkook... Do something!", you begs in his arms.

"Needy girl", he teases getting up from the couch with you in his arms and you soon understand that his intention is to carry you to his room.

Something inside you screams to stop him, that you better do what you're going to do in the living room, because how are you going to sleep soundly when he's gone if his scent is saturated in your sheets? But you just ignore it, enjoying the feel of his strong arms around your body.

The soft mattress on your back brings you back to reality. Jungkook is now in front of you, getting rid of his shirt, before coming back to you and covering your lips with his, caressing every part his hands could reach.

"Can I take this off?" he refers to your shirt and you mumble a positive answer, helping him undress you. "Fuck…" is all he can say as he takes in the sight. You're wearing nothing but delicate panties, in which he can see a wet stain on your needy pussy. "You are so beautiful, princess," he places a kiss on your right breast. "So fucking perfect," he kisses the left one too, before wrapping his warm tongue around the sensitive nipple and sucking, using one hand to stimulate the other

"Jungkook, shit!" you fidget beneath him, wanting more and more.His lips stop working on your breasts and create a path marked by kisses towards the middle of your legs. He gives you a look that conveys a request for permission, and when you offer a smile that says "yes," he pulls the fabric of your panties down.

"God!" you gasp as he dives into your soaked core as you tuck both your legs under his shoulders.

Unconsciously, you roll against his face and bring one hand to the long strands in an attempt to feel him more.

His expert tongue explores your pussy with smooth and precise movements, traversing your folds playing with your needy clit and teasing your entrance, preparing you to receive him.

"Jungkook, please!" you beg, feeling like you might explode at any moment.

“I want you to come on my tongue, angel,” he says full of conviction, going back to working wonders on your pussy.

You soon feel your orgasm approaching, your legs automatically trying to close but are held back by his hands. Finally, between desperate moans and deep sighs, you release all the pleasure accumulated under your belly.

"Good girl," he says pulling his face away from your intimacy and hovering under your shivering body again.

You are able to taste yourself in the next kiss you share. It's so dirty the way he sucks your tongue, bites your lips and rubs against your thigh.

"I need to fuck you," he says breathlessly, pulling down his pants along with his underwear.

The distant moment doesn't last long, as he hastily gets back under you, between your legs. He uses one hand to support his own weight, while the other pumps the erect cock a few times before directing it to your core. Jungkook runs the swollen glans through your wet folds from your recent orgasm, without taking his eyes off you.

"Fuck…" he curses, forcing the tip into your entrance, letting out an erotic moan as he finally manages to penetrate the length.

He slides in slowly, delighting in your walls enveloping his cock. So hot and tight and wet.

"J-Jungkook," you purr breathlessly. Missed his dick stretching you so much. It's so delicious and painful.

Slowly, he starts moving his hips, moving in and out of you unhurriedly, enjoying the moment, wanting it to last as long as possible, because he has no idea when, if ever, he will have that opportunity again.

...

You open your eyes with some difficulty due to the sudden light coming in through the blinds. Your naked body is sore and there is a discomfort between your legs.

He was gone, before you even woke up. No time for bullshit talk about who's to blame for the breakup.

#jungkook smut #jungkook x female reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x you #jungkook drabble #jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook smut #bts scenarios #bts smut

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ketsuekiacrochi · 2 years

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Seven minutes in heaven with the jjk men

18+ only~~~~~~

btw all of these start with u in the closet already

I'm more than happy to make these into full post if wanted!

Gojo:

common princess let's have some fun while we're in here. Gojo slowly walks over to u pinning u to the wall placing his hands on your waist. I'm sure you don't just want to sit here plus I know that you look at me in secret. He lifts your chin and kisses you passionately making you whimper against him as he slides his long thick fingers up your thigh tugging at the waist band asking for permission to continue. You reach down being the brave bitch you are and grab his dick as it presses painfully against his pants. Ahhh fuck sweatheart feels so good why don't you fix up my cock with your mouth.

Geto:

Y/n~~~~ commer sit on my lab don't be scared. But geto we're friends this is weird I don't want to get awkward with you. You act like you don't cum to me in the dorms we're right beside each other I hear you scream my name as you cum hard on your fingers. Embarrassed you slowly walk over and sit next to him only for him to pick you up and sit you on his hard cock bulging against his sweatpants. He starts kissing your neck in wet kisses and spreads your legs. Wait geto~~~hmmmm ah! What are you doing stop fuckkkkk that feels so good. Geto figures you hard until you cum only to get you prepped for him.

Sukuna:

he already has you pinned on the wall fucking you with his long thick fingers as soon as the door closed behind you too. Fuckkkkkkk sunkuna~ stopp your too rough. A menacing laugh ripples from his throat as he goes faster Just shut up and take it. You scream as he shoved his dick in you causing your legs to fall out making him hold you up with just one arm. Ughhhhh your so tight you fucking love this don't you, you stupid *thrust* fucking *thrust* ugh cunt *thrust*. He starts to thrust into you deeper and deeper faster and faster making you cum around his cock. And that's when you realized your time was up, toji and gojo we're already storoking there cocks waiting for their turn.

Nanami:

Nanami this is weird we don't have to do anything you know. I know but I just can't resist you sometimes and they way you carry yourself. Nanimi has his hands on your waist his lips only an inch from yours. I'm going to take what I want was the last thing he said before he started kissing you and lifted you up as if you weighed nothing. Fuckkkkk Nan..am.. I ah! Fuck don't mark my neck people will see. I'm going to mark what's mine love, there gonna see that your taken and know I'm the only one that can touch your pretty little figure. he then starts to go after you breast nipping at the hard nipple and rubbing at your clint making you whimper and shake. Thats when you knew it didn't matter if someone said times up Nanami wasn't stopping

Toji:

Come over here sweatheart and sit on daddy's lab. You crawl over obediently not wanting to know what he would do if you didn't. That's my good girl as he starts to kiss the side of your neck you start to mess with his hair moaning his name. Toji roughly pulls at you hair forcing eye contact, what's my name baby, toj- and just like that your ass up bent over his legs. Let's try that again what's my name, daddy, good girl now count to ten and apologize

*slap*

One I'm sorry daddy

*slap*

Two sorry daddy

......

*slap*

Aghhh~ ten sry daddy

good girl he lifts you on his lap and starts fucking you with his long fingers making you shake. Making it obvious this was not going to be over in seven minutes....

#Jjk men x reader #toji x reader #jjk x reader smut #Nanami x reader #sukuna x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader

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inactive02 · 1 year

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The opportunity chapter 5

a/n: "is that lethalhades posting after many day", yes it is, after a good break i deiced to write the next chapter of this story. i had fun writing it too, quite the challenge might i add. i hope you enjoy it just as much as i did.

warnings: besides heimdall being a asshole, there's nothing else slight nsfw might i add.

Call him crazy, but he’s been losing him mad every day after that kiss, not being able to face you after what happened, he should’ve seen it coming, but he didn’t, he allowed it merely out of curiosity of the feeling of someone's lips on his. But you were no stranger to him, a person he knew since childhood.

Heimdall refuses those thoughts, the fears of not knowing the answer to it distract him from his own false assumptions, standing on the high clouds of the Asgard wall. Looking below to the lively town, kept by mortals.

It was very early, his eyes were not sluggish even though he got up a bit earlier, but his mind felt empty. “That damn woman” he whispers to himself, heading back to the wooden lift, flipping the switch, and feeling the morning air breeze through his braided hair. He hasn’t seen you for at least 2 days, well, hasn’t talked to you. He did see you, but every time you tried talking to him, he scurried away. Tail tucked in between your legs, it pissed him off, As the lift carried him, his eyes gazed upon the Asgard Plaza below, the home he’s been protecting for many years.

This is nothing but his routine, hearing the lift come to a stop and him taking a step off. The mud of Asgard smooched under his feet as he headed to the lodge, pushing the wooden doors open. Only to be greeted by you who sat at the table eating from a bowl of soup, listening to sif’s words. Sif gazes behind you seeing him, scowling before whispering something to you, getting up from the long table, and approaching the Aesir.

“Is there something you nee-“ his sentence was cut short by a grip in his hair from sif pulling him out of the lodge, he should’ve seen this coming, but she wasn’t thinking about it nor giving him the chance. Tugging him outside with a heavy tug.

She lets go of him, scoffing “did you say something to her” she interrogates him, not caring a single bit about the slight height difference.

“To that commoner? And why would I need to talk to her, besides telling her the truth” he tucks the hair strand that was in his face, back into his hair.

“Well take that stick out of your ass and apologize to her, she has been looking like a sick puppy for the past few days” her brows furrowed in frustration as if she was talking to the wall of Asgard, looking at him. As he continued to focus on his hair, the watchers' minds were on you, did he have such an effect on you? Making your everyday somber, he doesn’t know what’s this feeling in him but it makes him feel battered.

He focused behind the blonde woman to catch a glimpse of you, spying on him and sif, swiftly shifting your head back the other way. You knew he probably caught you staring, being the god of foresight and all. “Are you even listening?” his ears tuning the woman back in, somewhat listening to her. Maybe he could try taking a lucky guess on what she was talking about, it couldn’t be that hard, her guiding and enduring words weren’t more bothersome than that stupid hair strand that kept settling in front of his face.

Fixing the braces on his wrist, not ever gazing up at sif “how about this, I’ll fancy you and talk to her, Goldie locks.” that nickname didn’t settle in her stomach well, her eyes narrowing at him.

“Keep pushing my buttons, and I’ll cut yours off, do remember what I said Heimdall” she twisted her body, walking off from him and heading back inside the lodge. Leaving him to his own pathetic thoughts, even now being all-knowing, he doesn’t know what to do. His expression turns into a regretful one, feeling as if he can never convey his feelings as he intended to and calling those feelings lies, false things that can’t exist in him.

He’ll try to fix it.

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Later on in the day, you only overheard a little of sif’s conversation with Heimdall earlier. You mean, sure you felt a little offended, hurt, and many more things while being ignored, but you didn’t see it as a massive problem. Is what you told yourself, you prefer to know the answer than to stay blind and deaf.

Sighing heavily, continuing your small job of sharpening a small blade. It was late in the night while you did this, only being in here to distract yourself. Aware of your shop door opening and closing, hearing that small chime, “we’re closed for tonight” you told whoever walked in.

“Well your sign was still flipped around” you recognized that voice from anywhere, turning around quickly and seeing him, Heimdall. With his hair down? Taking you a minute to take in the sight, his strands of sunshine gold, and waves of woven braids still present as if his locks were still there. Swept to the back of his neck, a few front strands dangling in his face. You’d forgotten to breathe, but then the slight clearing of his throat brought you back.

“My eyes are right here, sæta” he focused on your eyes then elsewhere once he felt shy enough, “are you busy?” He said it so low that you almost missed it by a hair.

“The sign was supposed to say close but no, I am not busy, do you need something?” You asked, noticing his tense posture, was he avoiding something? Beating around the bush or some sort.

But then you see his hand touch his hair a little, rolling his eyes, “sif is busy with all father, And I need someone to braid my hair back. I sometimes struggle to do it myself” holding out a small brush that adored a golden handle, black bristles. It’s cute knowing that he does care about maintaining his hair's appearance just as much as everything else.

You came around from your counter, stepping on eggshells carefully as you came closer to him, those glowing, purple irises weren’t helping either. About to reach for his hair, he snatches your wrist, stopping your pursuit. “Wash your hands first, I don’t want dirt in my hair” the grip wasn’t a hurtful one, only to stop you from touching his silky locks. Apologizing quietly, you went over to where you washed your hands, dipping them into the clean water bucket. Washing them thoroughly, while you tend to your hands, he sat on a dusted-off spot on the floor. It was only comfortable for him as he waited.

Seeing you come back from behind the counter, you bring a chair to sit behind him, as you take a seat looking down at him. You couldn’t help but notice how tense he was in his back, sitting there.

“Is something bothering you?”

“Would you just do my hair” putting your hands up to not protest, scooting up in your chair, you take the brush from him and start to gently brush his hair. Looking for any sign of discomfort, the feel of his hair in your hands felt like cotton, silky, something that only fairy tales could describe. Even being in those braids that still kept their form. You took your time brushing his hair, Heimdall felt himself becoming less tense. Thinking maybe you won’t yank his hair out.

“Do you hate me, commoner?” He felt a slight tug from one of his hair strands in the back, causing him to whimper, whipping his head around to you. Daggers came from his eyes, he was too met by daggers as well.

“If you keep calling me that for the rest of our lives then yes I will hate you, but no I don’t hate you Heimdall. You can be quite an asshole sometimes” you saw a slight dimness in his eyes before he turned back around, letting you go back to doing his hair.

His lips turn to a taut line before opening his mouth, “I’m not an asshole com-, y/n. I just don’t trust people like you” his ears perked up to a slight snicker from behind him but didn’t dare to turn.

“You trust me enough to do your hair”

“Because it only benefits me in the end” you hum in approval to his false little fantasy, as your fingers gently run through his bundle of locks you hear a slight groan of satisfaction from him. So he’s a sucker for hair touching, is what you said to yourself. Slightly, digging your fingers in to get a grip, starting to braid his hair.

The soft noises of hair being braided were the only thing he heard, slightly feeling less tense, and he leaned a bit more back. In Between your thighs, “why have you been avoiding me?” A question he saw coming but really was trying to avoid.

“I did not feel like hearing your barrage of questions on why,…on why-“

“On why we kissed? I’ve known you for five years, surprised you're not used to me as I am with you” a slight huff falls from your lips in question to your response.

He plays with the belt of his tunic, focusing on the floor, “you become tolerable every two years, so you're lucky”. His tone meant no harm, maybe a little joke for you two since he’s only three years older than you, at the moment, weirdly he felt comfortable.

Relax even, as you finish on his hair, doing the final braid, your hands search in your pockets for one of the silver cuffs you usually use to hold your hair. Finding it you, put it at the end of his hair, he nearly dozed off from the gentle interaction. As he tried to stand, you leaned down to gently kiss his cheek, feeling his stubble under your lips. Eyes were shining like diamonds as he searched yours. “If you stop chickening out on me, I’ll give you answers” you imply, his sharp gaze never left you. That kiss sparked a fire in his body like last time.

Patting his cheek lightly, standing to walk away from him, leaving the man star stricken.

a/n: hope you enjoyed this chapter, next chapter might just have smut who knows, it might be something more. Have a great day.

#god of war heimdall #gow heimdall #heimdall god of war #heimdall x reader #heimdall #gow heimdall x reader #heimdall gow #god of war ragnorak #hes so cute #hes so babygirl

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boltupbitches · 1 year

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Crème Brûlée and Sweets - Chapter 4

It had been over a week since her date with Joe, and aside from a text from him the next day, it's been mostly radio silence. Josie was put off by that. She thought they hit it off pretty well, but realized that her crush may have only been one-sided. Doubts started to swirl around like, 'Maybe he was just being nice? Maybe it was just to boost his online presence and be more relatable to fans? Wait - why would he do that when he clearly has a way bigger public profile than I have or will ever have?' Rinse and repeat.

For the most part, she kept herself busy with talking to her parents, facetiming Gaea, hanging with Mike, and cuddling with Biggs.

Gaea tried to talk her out of worrying about it, "Jo, he's just a guy that you barely know and hung out with once. I am not saying that to be a bitch, but I just don't want you to fall hard again. Let him come to you if he's interested!"

Josie buried her head into the sleeve of her hoodie and mumbled, "too late," at both statements. One, she was starting to fall for him - a hopeless romantic's greatest punishment - and two, she had messaged him a meme from the Office where Kevin spills his chilli everywhere. Nothing in return. That was yesterday. He didn't even read it.

Gaea groaned, "Joooooooooo - if I have to fly out to fucking Cincy and kick your ass, I fucking will! Who is this dude anyways to have you this hooked? He kicks balls for a living and probably isn't even that great!"

Josie lifted her head and glared back at her computer screen. "First of all, wrong sport. He's an American football player and is a quarterback. He's also a first round draft pick and Heisman recipient. Y'know, what Lexi is trying to do right now at 'Bama? His name is Joe Burrow."

Gaea stared blankly back. "That's supposed to mean something to me? I don't follow football and Lexi is a shithead with a few screws loose, so I normally don't listen beyond the bare minimum one call a week I have with him." She hummed quietly to herself while staring down at her phone. "Jo.. your hung up over this dude?? He looks like the kid from Home Alone if he grew up normal!" She starts to laugh a little to herself before scrolling through Google images.. "Wait a minute - is that? Nah, that can't be..."

Josie continued to glare at Gaea, not seeing the amusement in her reaction. "What?"

"He went to Ohio State? Soo... a guy I'm kind of seeing went to Ohio State."

"A guy? Is this guy a certain Joey Bosa who has liked all of your fucking instagram pics since the beginning of time? That guy? Wait - did you hook up before or after the mural job you got hired for at the Chargers training facility? What do you guys even have in common besides anime?"

Gaea scoffed and flipped her hair, "First of all, I got the job and then I fucked him weeks later. Let's get that straight right now, Ms. Jo! And we don't even talk football. He knows my lack of interest beyond the occasional update from my brother on his drafting prospects next season. We talk about art, gaming, travel, anime, and then we bone."

"Wait - so you ride my ass for being heartbroken over a dude ghosting me, but here you are hooking up with your own NFL player? What - how the fuck? I am confusion."

Gaea had an offended look on her face. "Listen, I never said don't hook up with him. Bone him if you want to. I highly encourage you do so and that you are careful. I'm just saying to be careful because I know you. There is nothing wrong with being a romantic. I think it's wonderful and I think you're going to find someone who recognizes that and will reciprocate that. I just don't want you to rush and be all in emotionally without being prepared. I love you, Jo, and I am sorry I was a bitch just now about it all."

Josie put a fake smile on her face, trying to not let her emotions slip up too much. "I know. I forgive you. We're just both a bunch of bitches to each other, but that's just us being us. I feel stupid that I'm even this impacted after a week of knowing the guy. I hate that I'm this way. It's why I don't date."

Gaea nodded, "I get it. Really I do. Listen, have you considered going back to therapy to talk about stuff? Sometimes there is an underlining experience that is the reason for things. I know my avoidance issues tend to come from the shit with my mom and my childhood. Not saying that's the reason for you, but talking to a mental health professional really gave me perspective I wasn't getting before. Wait - hold on a sec!" Gaea ducked out of view for a few moments.

Josie raised an eyebrow as she heard a deep voice greet Gaea as "babe" and then a few moments of mumbling before Gaea reappeared in the frame. "Hey, sorry, was letting my friend in."

"Your friend? That's what I am?" Suddenly a much taller and larger man ducked into the frame of the camera. "Hi Gaea's baking friend! I am Joey, her other friend who occasionally spends the night and buys her dinner. Nice to meet you."

Josie was starstruck for a moment, "holy fuck.." before clearing her throat. "Hi, Joey, I'm Josie, or Jo as Gaea usually calls me. Nice to meet you?" She said slightly uncertain. 'How do you great your best friend's boner buddy?'

"Ah! Now I know why you look familiar! I was just speaking with Burrow yesterday and he mentioned you." Joey smiled.

"Oh god.." Josie yanked her hoodie up over her face and dived face first into her couch, out of view from the camera.

"Is she ok?" Joey asked with concern.

"Yeah - she's just thinking about the Bunghole quarterback ghosted her."

Joey snickered at that, "Bunghole. Definitely changing Burrow's name in the chat to that. Anyway, nah, listen Josie? I'm going to yell at Burrow for not texting you back. Dude is a hopeless romantic with cold feet. He said he's pretty sure your out of his league and is scared you'll realize how big of a dork he is - which he definitely is. Much more of a dork than I am to be fair. I mean he watches Spongebob for fucks sake." Joey rambled.

"Morò, you watched Spongebob with me last night." Gaea interrupted.

"No, you had it on and I didn't want to bother you by changing the channel."

"But you actually changed it to that channel."

"Because I thought you wanted to watch it?" Joey sounded confused.

Josie sat back up slowly and pulled her hoodie back down. "Are we really discussing who watches Spongebob? Look, I really appreciate your help Gaea, and er- Joey, but I feel too embarrassed to ask anyone to do that - text him I mean."

"Oh, well.. too late? I texted him." Seeing Josie's face turn ghostly pale, Joey quickly interrupted. "Listen, he needs to hear this. If he doesn't address it now, you'll both continue dancing around each other for the rest of fucking eternity and the next time I see him for golfing, I don't want to listen to him cry to me, Nick, and Sam because he can't grow a set of balls."

Gaea nodded. "Yeah, it's bad enough I have to deal with Joey's brother Nick trying to slide in Nysa's DMs every other Saturday. I can't deal with anymore of you love sick fools."

"Wait - Nysa and Nick? They know each other?" Josie was confused once again.

Gaea nodded and rolled her eyes. "Kind of, but not really. He decided to use his Scooby Doo level investigative skills and discovered I had a sister when he found out about me and Joey. All he discovered was that she's pretty 'hot' - according to the text he sent Joey," She glared his way and he looked away as if he had no idea what she was talking about, "Long story short, he sent a follow request and has been trying to hoe it up in her DMs ever since. You know Nysa is the serious type, yeah? I told her straight up that he's a hoe and it's a no. Yeah, so that's that."

Josie started to laugh a bit at that. "You're ok with her calling your brother a hoe?" She asked Joey who was sitting there with his own grin at Gaea's blunt and harsh description of is little brother.

"I mean, if it was anyone else who said that shit, I'd be a bit mad. But it's Gaea and she's right. He's in his hoe phase right now. What's it they're saying on Twitter? City boys up? That's him."

Josie and Gaea started laughing at that image painted in their mind by Joey's description. He joined in at their reaction.

Once they all stopped laughing, Josie sighed, "Thanks for talking with me guys. I am going to get off here and get started on dinner. It was really nice meeting you, Joey. Gaea, we'll talk soon?"

Joey waved and got up from the couch, disappearing from view.

"Course. I'll probably call you tomorrow or something. Let me know how things go. I'm a flight away and I have a black belt in taekwondo. If shit goes down, I'm coming up there to Cincy to kick ass!"

Josie smiled and blew her a kiss, "Of course you would. Love you! Bye!"

Gaea blew her a kiss back, "love you too and ciao! talk soon!"

The facetime ended and Josie shut her Mac.

Within a few seconds a text popped up on her phone's screen.

Joe Brrr

Hey, sorry I've been MIA. Can I call you now? If you have time to talk.

Josie sighed before weighing out her options. Who was she kidding? She wanted to hear what he had to say.

Josie

Sure.

"Now or never, I guess." She mumbled to herself as his call popped up.

#joe burrow imagines #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow fanfiction #joe burrow fanfic

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konaanaria13 · 2 years

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Perfect Darling

James Potter x Reader

I just kinda imagined this i don't like the end product so i might delete it but yuh thx!

Warnings: smut, Breeding, mentions of spit kink, kissing, slight biting kink,

Maybe I wasn't in love. It was a fully possible that all i was feeling was the heat of being in a relationship with somebody.

But I mean it was James Potter, How can you not love a boy who represented the sun?

How could I not look at him and be entierly taken in by his presence, His breath, His smile, His way of laughing, the way he pushed His glasses up and brough His fingers to His lip's.

everything resembled the love you would give to a prince or a royal who is compleatly and madly perfect.

James Potter was Perfection.

"What are you thinking about?" Regulus asked as I looked over to the window.

"Nothing sorry" I looked down at my Potion which we had to do till next friday to get done

"You know ahm The slytherin's wanted to know if you we're free tomorrow?" Regulus asked silently as if it wasn't a big deal.

"No sorry i have homework" I whisper remembering my meeting with Said James.

"Oh okay i was just wondering if you would be able to come to the three brooms sticks with me, Barty, Evan and Dorcas? oh and Pandora should be joining too"

"I would be out of place anyways" I say Putting some finishing touches to the potion in front of us.

"No! ahm well we just thought since we'll you know we're pretty much always teamed up in our shared classes you would want to do something with me? us. but also me? im not asking you out on a date by the way I'm.. not like into you! no offence" Regulus rambled a bit As i smiled.

"Its okay really and I would love to join you guys I really do like working with you but I have something to do... Maybe next time"

"Oh? who?" Regulus cached on Quickly.

"Can't tell... yet" I whisper and He smile's.

"As long its not my idiot brother" He mumbled and I laugh

"Your Brother is an Idiot" I agree

"so is Stupid James" Regulus muttered and I Couldn't help but get a bit red.

"How is it? like your Friends with them? "

"oh... well i don't know my sister is Friend's with them. and you know James liked Lily-"

"Liked?"

"yes he doesn't like her anymore" I whisper and he raises an eyebrow.

"But they're a lot nicer than you think. Believe me he's not so bad. Sirius I mean-"

"I know He's not bad I'm His brother..." the bell rang and i got my thing's together.

"I'll see you next Friday? it should be done by then?"

"yes!" I smile and leave Quickly Getting up to the Common Room.

"Lily have you taken my Potion's book? i had to use Regulus' all Class" I say sitting down beside Remus and her.

"No? why would i need it your in a different grade?"

"Yeah i know... well ahm I'll see you guys later?" I stood up again going up to my dorm.

"Yeah"

♡♡♡

I went Up to The boy's dorm and knocked.

"come in" James Voice was bright and I opened the door getting inside and Seeing James in the bathroom door shirtless.

"The other's are gone so we have about three hour's on our own!" He walked over to His bed looking for a clean shirt.

"Oh nice" I stared at Him. His body was still wet like His hair from a shower he just took and you could see his eyes trying to look for his glasses.

"There on your desk" I point at one of the four desk that we're pushed up against each other in a square where everything was put on from all four of them.

"Oh yeah thank's" He walked over and put them on looking at me.

"Take a picture" He laughed starting to pose a bit.

"You look good" I close the door taking my Rope off and walking over to his bed sitting down.

"How was Potion's Yesterday we didn't have time to talk?" James put a shirt on to my disappointment and cleared the bed letting me lay down beside him.

"It' was nice, Regulus invited me to the three broom stick's with his Friend's. Not like a Date he just thought we could Hang out."

"Why didn't you say yes?"

"because I wanted to spend time with you. we can barely see each other and we'll We haven't really got any chance to even talk about everything. you just said oh hey Girl! oh hey Friend! oh hey Let's fuck her drunk and then-"

"I wasn't Drunk?"

"What?"

"And not Girl. Friend. its Girlfriend, And I like you and i know it's weird cause we can't tell the other's cause-"

"You told me you we're drunk?"

"I didn't- i was but not like drunk enough to not know who you we're!?" His eyes we're on me and i couldn't help but glance at his perfect lip's.

"Your so annoying" I whisper and he laugh's.

"Why?"

"Because I thought you slept with me because you we're drunk. and I thought you wanted to be with me because you we're some kind of gentleman" I whisper and He smile's.

"I knew who you we're and I want to be with you Because I Like you-"

"And my Sister?"

"Your Sister doesn't like me and nor do anymore so don't talk about her anymore" He kissed me his mood changing Quicker than Minny's expression when she got Angry.

"I only want you at the moment so" His lip's pushed against mine and my mood changed to quick as well.

I flick my tongue over his lip, His body rising as he pushed himself up going above me.

"Lock the door idiot" I whisper and he laugh's.

"Already Locked it" He whispered His mouth reconnecting with mine as he pushed his tongue through my lip's His teeth baring against mine.

"James" I whispered my hand's coming up to his face to get him closer to mine.

"Hm?"

"Silencing spell?" I ask and He laugh's pushing himself off me and grabbing His wand over my head whispering Silencio.

"Thank's" I mumble as He kisses My forehead and goes down my neck opening my blouse.

His Teeth dug into my skin as I let my hand's go through His hair, letting out Hot breath's and occasional moan.

His fingers pushed the fabric behind my shoulder and lifted me up so he could unclips my bra which took about three minutes until I did it for Him and He groaned.

"Those things are made way to complicated" He said and I laugh sitting up against Him touching His face my finger's wet from His hair as I bit down on His bottom lip.

"Ah!" He pulled away as I pulled Him back pushing my tongue over the are where I bit down as He immediately melted into my touch.

His hand's went up my back and down, He got His hand's on my ass squeezing it and pushing me up Putting his Mouth on my Breast taking one of the nipples between his teeth and pulling on it, stretching my skin and sucking on it till it turned purple.

"Take off your skirt" He whispered He pushed me further up to make some space in between us.

I pushed the skirt down and he helped throwing it on the ground as he took his belt off and I set on his lap His Lip's back on my neck.

I let myself grind on him Feeling myself get wet and him get hard under me His hand's still firm on my ass as I quickly got his shirt off, letting my head onto His I let out a moan.

"James-" I whispered.

"Hm-?" I felt salvia drop onto my stomach as He laid me down on my back his hand pushing me down onto my chest as he took a second to breath through, He Quickly took His pants off if we can call Two minutes of struggling Quick.

"you look good like that" I laughed as He kissed me again positioning himself onto me again.

"Do you wanna go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend then?" i ask and he laugh's.

"I have detention with filch" He says and i laugh sitting up.

"Don't you always?" I pull him into a kiss and He fall's into me, it was like pulling a switch in which he just melted into my arm's every time I touched Him.

"Yeah" I put my legs around His waist feeling His hard dick under me, grinding myself above Him, He let out soft pants and lifted me up slowly pushing himself into me making me break the kiss to let out air and a moan.

at first He didn't move watching me closely as I adjusted riding him a little bit until his eyes glanced down at my chest and his hand's went up from my back to my chest and neck moving me up and down.

My moan's increased as he was completely in me.

"Such sweet sound's for me?" He asked whispering laying me down on my back his hip's moving into me as his hand got around my throat and his finger's went over my nipples.

"Stick you tongue out" I did as he told me and his hand thightend spit coming up my throat as he pushed into me deeper and harder

"You look so pretty like that i just want to spit in your mouth" He laughed and I can't explain what happenee while He said that because my entire body melted down I couldn't make a sound and my eyes watered feeling myself cum around him my only thought beung to that comment.

"Fuck did you just cum?" He asked looking down as my eyes went to my head every second he pushed into me.

"Give me a minute and i'll be there baby" He laughed His hand loosend up on my throat and i felt Air move into my lung's my body still unable to move again.

"You look like your high baby" I smile up at him pushing myself up on my elbows.

"Kiss me" I whisper as he got faster again putting His hand on my lower back pushing me up and going faster groaning into my mouth as i let my moan's escape.

"I'm gonna cum" He whispered and I move my hip forward and backwards while he helped me to move up and down quickly feeling him fill me up.

#fictional characters #marauders #harry potter #smut #james potter #sirius black #regulus x reader #james x y/n #lily evans #remus lupin #remus john lupin #peter pettigrew #dorcas meadowes #pandora #lovegood family #barty crouch junior #evan rosier

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danielle-dna · 9 months

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Tell Me Why - 11

Some people believe in God. Whether it may be the Christian one, Allah, Buddha, or any other supernatural entity. They all have one thing in common: they worship their god in their own way.

That afternoon my god became Simon. And I worshipped him good. On my knees, on my back, stomach, with my hands, tongue, or any of the holes mother nature gave me.

I enjoyed it and so did he. After that day, I began to see him almost every other day. Always his flat, always fucking around with my heels on. He said they make me look great.

"So what exactly is your plan here?" he asked. We were laying in his bed, completely naked. Right after a session of rough bedroom yoga.

My legs were tired and my jaw was a little sore from holding it so wide open. Simon was holding me and caressing my hair. I was telling him about my summer plans. "Well after I finished A levels, I suddenly have a criminal amount of free time, besides work of course. So I created a bucket list of all the things I want to achieve."

After a quiet grunt he proceeded to ask me: "And what exactly is on this bucket list of yours?" I blushed and buried my head in his chest. "Just...stuff. You'd think it's stupid anyways." I could feel his muscles tense. Grabbing my hair at the back of my head, he made me look at him. I had to silence down a moan. "What makes you say that?"

So there is the thing about age-gap relationships. Everyone says it doesn't matter, as long as it's legal. But behind closed doors everyone is judging the couple. For us, the age gap was seven years. I was 21, he was 28. Perfectly legal. But...I felt like a child compared to him. Sure, I had a job, education, knew how to pay bills, do taxes and everything a fully functioning member of society would need to know. Still, how in the hell could I compare to and SAS lieutenant? He has probably seen horrors beyond my imagination. How could I talk to him about stupid things like a show that I like or music I listen to?

"I just...don't want you to see me as a child." He let go of my hair and sat up, pulling me on his lap. "Listen close 'here love. You are more mature than most people I've met. I want to get to know you, because I...actually like you, compared to other people. So I want you to tell me every single detail 'bout yourself, no matter how small."

Gently, he pressed a kiss on my collarbone and squeezed my butt. "Okay...I just....didn't want to bore you with my life." This time he gave my butt a good smack.

"What did I just say? Nothing about you is boring." Playfully he lifted me up and gently threw me on the bed. "Look at you. Fuckin' beautiful."

After that I giggled and embraced him. "I want to fill out a full sketchbook, write more, workout, heal my hair, ... heal my heart."

He raised an eyebrow to that. "Who broke your heart, pretty girl?"

"Everyone"

#call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost smut #simon riley smut

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jamesunderwater · 10 months

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Word Search Game!

I was tagged by many of my lovely friends, so I decided to compile them all in one post. I wasn't able to find them all, but did my best. some of them are from published dtm snippets, which I noted, but everything else is from a WIP. thank you for the tags!! this was really fun.

@practicecourts Beach, office, wisecrack, dead, and bonus: proposition @kay-elle-cee grin, soft, heart, pain @uncertainwallflower quiet, reach, light, back @athenasparrow whisper, smirk, wall, lick

tagging: @deermessrs @basslineescapeact @mvnvgedmischief with the words ghost, bite/bit, groan, long

my answers below the cut cause this shit got long <333

Office (dead to me, published)

“All I’m saying is, we’ve been talking about breaking into McGonagall’s office all year and I’m a little disappointed that we’d waste this hallmark of our careers on-”

Dead (dead to me, unpublished)

“Nothing,” he deadpanned, because he didn’t know how to explain that he didn’t want to be acting this way at all, in fact wanted to be acting the opposite, but something in his body was shaking with anger and he didn’t know where to put it.

Proposition (dead to me, published)

“We could go work on it in the library instead, if you’d like? Or in the common room, if it’s not too crowded.” She looked back up at him, trying to gauge his intentions. Was he propositioning her, offering to be alone again so they could pick up where they left off? And if he was…did she mind? Of course she minded. His whole nice boy routine was nauseating. If he wanted to fuck her again, he could just say so.

Grin ("sad fic" or Is it Me for You?)

James came out and slammed the door in excitement, his grin wide at the sight of them. “STAG PARTY!!!!!” He bellowed as way of introduction. The four of them screamed back, arms up, “STAG PARTY!!!!!” and for a single moment Sirius thought maybe this could feel normal, after all.

Soft ("country roads fic")

I found out they were like me. Unwanted just because of who they were. I looked at Reggie, just fifteen, with the softest skin I’d ever seen, innocent eyes, eyes that were just asking for somebody to love him. And I felt all the rage I never could quite feel for myself—because what kind of monsters sent this kid out in the cold? Just because they’d gotten it wrong? Just because he told them the truth of who he was? “Fuck them all,” I said to the sky. Sirius nodded beside me. “Fuck them all. We don’t need ‘em.” “Never did,” I agreed.

Heart ("country roads fic")

Fuck you! Turning on my heel, sharp and quick, kicking up dust as I bounded towards my mother, the cigarette smoke still sliding out of her lips. Fuck you, fuck Richard, fuck your stupid fuckin’ hair and your stupid fuckin’ nails and every fuckin’ thing about this place! I hope he has a heart attack while he’s mounting you and crushes you under his 250 pound lard of a body, how’s that for perverted?

Pain (dead to me, unpublished)

He had to reach hard to grasp the knob, but as soon as he did there was an echo of voices: What do you think you’re doing?! They were frantic, a painful ringing in his ears; he heard the high tone of his mother, the gravel of Sirius, the low timber of his father.

Quiet (dead to me, unpublished)

His mother had been reading a book when he asked her—standing to the left of her favorite armchair, one of his small hands touching her arm. She took a very long time to answer him, so long that he patted her again. “Mum! Mum, can I have one?” He paused, then realized why she must have been quiet, “Can I have one, please?”

Reach (dead to me, unpublished)

He was toying with the snitch, letting it fly just out of reach before snatching it back again. Remus was reading his Herbology book, and Peter was flying around the pitch on James’s broom. The sun had just set, but they had the invisibility cloak to get them back into the castle unseen.

Light ("sad fic" or Is it Me for You?)

He tried to convince himself that this was him being normal. This was him saying, see? We can be friends. But in another light he knew he looked like a tryhard, just begging for a full conversation. Just one fucking conversation where Remus didn’t disappear in the middle of it.

Back (brand new secret smut fic)

After, James felt extremely grateful that no one had been looking. Because what had started as their lips pressed softly together turned into one of them stepping closer, neither of them pulling away, both of them placing a hand on the other’s side, someone opening their mouth just so, the other slipping a tongue across their lip… And then they’d pulled back, stunned, a bit of James’ drink having spilt on the floor, neither of them breaking eye contact for what felt like an hour.

Whisper (dead to me, unpublished)

He’d heard her conversation with McGonagall, of course, the flimsy curtains in the hospital wing doing nothing to block their voices. But he’d intended to keep her secret, having seen the look on her face when McGonagall left, the way she stared with empty eyes at the floor. He’d seen what a private thing this was for her, so sitting around while his peers whispered about the news, he wanted to tell them to shove off.

Smirk (dead to me, unpublished)

“Honestly, I’m glad for it,” he went on, looking away. “She’s a stubborn arse. Good luck with that.” He managed a true and proper smirk, which Sirius latched onto. Rolling his eyes, the other boy sighed. “It’s gonna be a nightmare.”

Wall ("sad fic" or Is it Me for You?)

When he thought of Remus Lupin in a suit, in a room full of promises of forever, Sirius Black wanted to punch a wall.

Lick (brand new secret smut fic)

James did not know how anyone would say no to blank wordlessly requesting to take off their top, so he lifted his arms, and suddenly the jumper was gone, the cold air licking his chest. “Fuck,” blank whispered, running a hand up James’ chest, and James’ trousers had been tight before, but they were positively bursting at the seams now.

#this was seriously so fun #WIP tag #wip stuff #dead to me #country roads fic #my writing

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evita-shelby · 2 years

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Nothing more difficult than love

Chapter 24

Gif by @enchantingqueenkitten

“Her and Isiah?” Polly shook her head laughing as she saw her girl blush crimson when Isiah Jesus took his peaked cap off and greeted Anna just like his parents taught him when she went out to play with Finn and the new ball they’d gotten yesterday.

“They’re thirteen, Eva, let them grow before you start your matchmaking.” Tommy gave her a quick peck on the lips as she helped him with his tie.

They have offices in Digbeth now, and some factories and more vehicles to distribute the things exported and imported by her company.

It was a good alliance like those birds that stand on big beasts and keep the bugs away.

The company was doing great, so great Eva doubts they will be living in Small Heath after this year.

“Not me, I’m just the messenger. Besides, the one taking a page out of John’s book will be Finn. Little Deborah will make a fine Shelby on her twentieth birthday.” Eva makes things worse.

“They could do worse; the Jesuses are good people and raised their children good.” Polly gave these future romances her approval even if the four people in question were just children playing outside.

“Can’t imagine what sort of girl little Charlie will be marrying.” He says smiling to himself as he imagines their children playing in the future. “Don’t tell me, Eva. Please not today.”

Eva has no idea why he doesn’t want to know that Mary Churchill, Winston Churchill’s youngest child, will be their daughter-in-law and the second Lady Shelby.

Tommy will die Sir Thomas Shelby, 1st Baronet Shelby.

Her Aunt Livia’s dreams of seeing her married to a man with a title will come true after all.

“Fine, I won’t tell you, but I will tell Polly.” The witch gives his aunt a grin.

“Mary Churchill.” She mouthed and Polly choked on her tea.

“As in the child of Winston Churchill?” Polly asked and Eva nodded proudly.

“Fuck me.” Tommy muttered, as if he didn’t have enough problems.

“We have some twenty years until that happens, Tom. No need to worry about that now.” His wife reminded him that their child was fine.

“If you say so, love.” He looks at Polly as if he wanted to ask the question himself, but wisely holds his tongue and leaves instead.

The young witch doesn’t wait long to ask didn’t, but she can’t seem to find a way to articulate it.

“Is little Charles giving you trouble?” She asked out of concern.

“My visions have stopped, Tommy wants me to see a doctor and make sure the baby is fine, but I know it’s not that.” The younger witch shook her head. “I wanted to call my grandmother and ask her, but I don’t want to burden her, and you are one other witch I trust.”

“It’s completely normal, just means baby won’t have the sight. Daj said she only had her sight when she had me. My sight was the strongest when I had Sally Anna and the weakest when I had Michael.” Polly assured her softly and adds, “If you’re that anxious about the baby, I know Esme has a pinard and won’t mind if you borrow it.”

“See he’s fine.” Eva ran her hand through Tommy’s mop of black hair as her pressed his ear to the wooden pinard. “Healthy as a horse, just like his father.”

“So, you not having visions just means he won’t have the Sight.” He confirmed as he let himself grin as he kept hearing the baby’s heartbeat.

Eva doubts Esme will be getting her pinard back now that Tommy knows he can hear their little boy.

“Who would’ve thought we’d be here this time last year?” he tossed the pinard in the general direction of the nightstand and crawled on top of her to kiss her before lying down beside her.

Eva will not answer that question. She had assumed she’d be bitter and lonely with a man she has nothing in common with, but she was very glad to have been wrong about that.

Even if sometimes the witch thinks her husband may still feel something for Grace.

It’s a stupid fear, Tommy loves her and even if he didn’t, he is a man of honor. But even men of honor stray, and even if he knows that infidelity isn’t something she can forgive, Eva fears losing.

“Do you have to work tomorrow night?” Eva asks already dreading his absence. Can’t sleep if he’s not there, it was as if the baby had inherited that neediness of hers.

Made Tommy’s long nights out that much more painful for her.

“Have to, the boys will think me soft if I don’t show up.” He answered with a sigh.

It was always the same question with the same answer.

He had an image to upkeep, a gang to run and it would be detrimental for him to appear henpecked.

“I’ll make it up to you, love. I always do.”

1922

“He would hate this so much.” Ada comments when the impeccably dressed drivers opened the door for them.

“I know, but I did warn you and Polly that my idea of simple is very different from your idea of simple.” Eva reminded her grieving sister.

They had given Eva the responsibility of planning the funeral, and while it was rather elegant and simple, it was too much for Ada and Freddie’s tastes.

The cars were black and luxurious, the drivers wore black suits and there were even black umbrellas in case Eva’s prediction of rain came true.

This was understated, but apparently an ostentatious show of wealth to Ada and Freddie’s Communist friends. So maybe Eva had a very fine oak coffin made for him and made sure everything was at its best, but there was not reason for them to be offended by it.

Unlike half the communists here, she was very respectful to Freddie Thorne’s Jewish heritage.

“Do you know how many people are starving while you and Tommy are out here showing off how rich you are?” Ada asked her with a disgusted look.

“I am not showing off, Ada. You asked for a funeral I gave you the type of funeral the Jewish people I knew had.” It wasn’t Eva’s fault she was wealthy; it wasn’t her fault that people seemed to peg her as one of those types of rich people. “If I wanted to show off I would’ve given Freddie that polished mahogany coffin and gotten a local orchestra to send him off.”

“You only had Arthur close the Garrison and invited all of Small Heath here.” She scoffed. Ada was angry at Freddie for dying. For refusing help because he doesn’t accept handouts, and most of all, for leaving them all behind.

Eva understood that grief, fuck, it still shows up out of the blue and leaves her clinging to Tommy or Charlie until it passes.

“Someone is going to bomb the Garrison in ten minutes, Ada. The last thing I want is for there to be dead bodies amongst the green confetti.” The witch muttered.

#eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x oc #thomas shelby x oc #thomas shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction #thomas shelby imagine #oc fanfiction #thomas shelby #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinder fanfic

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plushiehamuko · 1 year

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HERE IS MY UP-TO-DATE P5R CHARACTER RANKING bc i think it will be funny if i post this now and then come back when i am later in the game and see that my opinions were severely bad and wrong. also i am doing phantom thieves only (but know shiho would be second if she were in the ranking)

(DISCLAIMER: you cannot get mad at me for my opinion on people who have not showed up yet okay. i have been avoiding spoilers and i know nothing about them so i just know what has happened IN THE GAME SO FAR. also very long post i went off about some people sorry about that)

1. ANN TAKAMAKI - MY GIRL OF ALL TIME. what can i say, i love myself a silly blonde girl. i think my favorite thing about ann is how she’s portrayed as both strong and emotional - she is consistently shown to be resilient, capable, and tough, but she also deals with her emotions in the same way that a teenage girl in her position would. it makes me happy to see that bc not a lot of characters get that right and i hate seeing emotional girls always being the pathetic ones. also i know she’s not canonically sapphic but she does feel very deliberately sapphic to me if that makes sense. having it be canon would be nice, but in a way, the fact that her and shiho have a very sapphic relationship without it being called that reflects what being young and confused about sexuality is like. it’s very common among teenage lesbians, and i know it probably wasn’t the devs’ intention to accurately portray sexuality confusion, but they did a good job of it on accident regardless. anyways i love and adore ann i am hugging her hugging her hugging her and pressing her lips to shiho's as if they're barbies

2. haru okumura - OKAY LOOK. LOOK. i know she hasn't shown up... i know she hasn't said anything besides that one time i saw her in the hallway and she talked about plants to a random teacher for 10 seconds... I KNOW BUT BUT SHE'S SO SKRUNKLY LOOK AT HER. she is so soft looking so silly looking i want to hug her so much. i am reserving this second place spot for her, if it turns out i don't like her as much as i thought then that's fine but nobody knows Girl Of All Time Vibes better than me and she has them

3. yusuke kitagawa - YUSUKE MY BEST FRIEND YUSUKE. I LOVE AND ADORE HIM SOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH... i honestly didn't expect to like yusuke when he first showed up but as soon as he spoke i was like. oh. Oh This Guy. LIKE HE'S SO SILLY he makes me giggle with how he's just so like. WEIRD. but i genuinely don't see how people find him creepy - the fact that he doesn't have any harmful intentions is very clear and he's just a guy who fumbles every social interaction he's ever in and i want to be his best friend for it I LOVE HIM.

4. ryuji sakamoto - I LOVE RYUJI HE'S SUCH A GUY TO ME i love him being best friends with ann and i love his stupid comments he is so funny fr

5. morgana - EVERYONE'S SO MEAN TO MY SILLY KITTY GUY... usually mascot characters like him are super annoying but i fuckin LOVE morgana he's so funny and adorable. i wanna cuddle him THE KITTY EVER

6. kasumi yoshizawa - she's really cute and sweet! the fact that i don't have anything besides that to say about her is why she isn't higher on the list lol

7. akira kurusu - he's a Guy. i like him as a protag, he has dialogue options that don't make me wanna rip my hair out and he had the emotional intelligence to comfort ann without making me want to be like "YOU'RE FUMBLING THIS FR SHUT UP STOP TALKING LET ME TALK TO HER" so i like him. however he's just a guy that exists to me

8. futaba sakura - she's cute! but being a woman in stem is like. every girl i know irl is Like That so she doesn't feel very blorbo to me when she's just An Average Girl In My Comp Sci Class, yk? i might be more interested in her when i actually come across her tho

9. goro akechi - i don't care about him at all i want what he has tho (knows sae niijima personally)

10. makoto niijima - SORRY SORRYSORRYSORRY SORRY. i know this is anti-feminist of me and considering she's so well-liked i am sure i will change my mind on this based on later stuff in the game. but MAN. her attitude is absolutely rancid in the pre-second palace scenes........ LIKE i'm not even mad at her for selling out the phantom thieves bc i get that she's been blackmailed but she said something to akira about how she "didn't know if ann being a victim of kamoshida was all there was to it" naming ANN SPECIFICALLY and not akira or ryuji and like. GIRL WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING THERE WHY ARE YOU SINGLING OUT ANN i do not like the implications there they're Yucky!!! you can do what you have to do without being nasty to ann and mean Okay Thanks.

#squishy talks too much #squishy plays p5r #i don't have super obvious favorites wdym #anyways i will come back to this when i get much further and change some of these opinions #sorry again about makoto i'm so sorry i want to like her i am keeping an open mind for her to change

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fandomfollowerart · 2 years

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Dukeceit Week Day 2

Prompt: Mischief/Dancing

Au: Royal AU

I sighed, taking a sip from my drink.

“Why do I even have to be here?” I mumbled.

I was standing off to the side, watching the other people who were in attendance. Fairly sure the twins had made their parents invite me and my brother. I didn’t take the king and queen as the type to invite commoners to their lavish parties. I glanced over at Virgil who was currently mingling with his friends, Patton and Logan, along with Prince Roman. I didn’t talk to them often, mostly by my own choice, we didn’t have much in common. But- I hadn’t seen Prince Remus, Roman’s brother. As strange as he seemed, we got along great, we were practically best friends, and despite everything else, I’d.. fallen for him. Had I told him? No, of course not. Why would he ever like me? He had better options. Far better than I would ever be.

“And I thought Virgil was the anti-social out of you two.”

I looked over to see Remus standing next to me.

“Patton practically dragged him over to the rest of them once we got here. Besides, both me and Virgil hate talking to new people.” I corrected, swishing my drink around in the glass.

I finished it off, placing it on the closest table. Remus stepped in front of me, holding out his hand.

“Well, as much as I’d hate to drag you away from sulking in the corner, can I have this dance?” he asked, bowing slightly.

My face warmed at the suggestion, but I took his hand.

“Fine. I have nothing better to do anyway.”

He grinned, pulling me to the dance floor.

“Do you know how to dance Jan Jan?” he asked, turning to face me once again.

I shrugged. “I haven’t danced in a while- I don’t remember all too well-”

He grabbed my free hand, placing it on his shoulder.

“Just keep your hand on my shoulder and follow my lead, alright?”

He put his hand at my waist, holding my free hand with his own. I tried not to blush too much (probably failing miserably in the process), letting him guide me along with the music.

“Remus, people are staring at us…” I mumbled, my blush only deepening from embarrassment.

He smirked. “Let them. After all, how could anyone take their eyes off you?”

I looked up at him, nearly stepping on his foot in my shock.

“Wh- What?”

The prince only smiled, continuing to guide me across the floor.

“You’re like- super f**king hot Jan.”

My face turned bright red.

“I- um- Wh-” I struggled to form words for a response.

How are you supposed to respond to that! And just like that, the song was finished and Remus lead me off the dance floor and out to the balcony, away from other people. We were both quiet for a moment, looking up at the stary night sky.

“So-... Does that mean you like me?” I asked, having mostly calmed down.

He took my hand.

“Well, I’ve been flirting for a few weeks now. Shocked you haven’t caught on yet!”

“Wh-what! Oh goddammit!”

The prince laughed, ruffling my hair.

“Don’t feel too bad, Logan isn’t good at that kind of thing either.” He let his own laughter die down before continuing, “But uh- does that mean you feel the same?” he asked, concern rising in his voice.

Before I even knew what I was doing, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. It was- less than elegantly executed, I personally had no clue what I was doing, but he quickly returned the gesture, making it easier. I pulled away, looking him in the eyes. God, how long had I wanted this? To be here, with him, being able to be honest with my feelings. He smirked.

“How about we ditch this stupid party. Go for a walk around the palace, see how we can mess with Roman maybe?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, taking his arm. “That sounds lovely. Lead the way, your highness.”

@dukeceitweek

#dukeceit #demus #Janus Sanders #Remus Sanders #Sanders Sides #dukeceit week 2022

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