#“welcome to my world mate” caseyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

[batsplat]

do you have a favorite bit of motogp gossip that you either want to know is it’s true, or you just enjoy as a stand alone piece, no need for further investigation?

one of those where I initially stared at and like. lost all motogp knowledge in my brain. and then stuff did come back to me. this is all very much low hanging fruit and I'll add to it when I remember more interesting/quirky ones. BUT here are some things I want to know:

y'know how casey randomly suggests in his autobiography that valentino was sabotaged in the 2006 title decider? so, personally, I don't really buy this, because 'why' and also 'casey girl you are SO paranoid' - though, sure, if given the option I'd like to double check if valentino had a dud tyre (completely plausible) and also if somebody really deliberately gave him one (?? casey idk about this one). but what I'm REALLY curious about is... there's a change in his autobiography?? like I've seen this book excerpt float around online and the text is different from what's in my book!! mine's from the paperback version so I assume there may have been some edits for that, so that would make it the newer version... but like. this is a real editorial change. check this out:

version posted on the internet, from the hard cover edition???

version in my book, first paragraph is the same

But as soon as the lights went out Valentino was in trouble. I was one of six riders to pass him on the first lap and if you watch the footage you can see how much he is struggling to even keep up with us. His rear and front tyres were just not working together and on lap five the front inexplicably folded and he went down, right behind me. I couldn't help but wonder how he could be having such problems with his tyres. Could he really have been stitched up? It seemed so improbable, but I remember watching that race back in the motorhome that evening and thinking, Welcome to my world, mate.

this isn't 'gossip' because I haven't found anyone else who has spotted this, but like? that's a substantive change? if my one really is the newer one? ...?

let's set aside the fascinating insight you get into casey's knotty and at times bizarre valentino rossi complex with him adding the line "welcome to my world, mate" (oh my god. please just take him to dinner. I will crowd fund this I literally just need to be able to listen in. casey come on CALL him I NEED you to do the dinner thing, YOU suggested it not me). like we're not going to even touch that. but if my version really is the updated one, then he's kinda softened his stance, no?? "convinced he was stitched up" to "could he really have been stitched up"

what happened?? who wanted this change? casey? an editor? did dorna give casey a call? did some poor bloke from pr have to politely ask whether casey could please not state in his autobiography that the most popular rider ever had had a title stolen from him by the establishment?

(casey was talking about valentino's stolen tenth BEFORE it was popular. he did it even before valentino did, bless)

"there are a lot of commercial interests in the sport" also didn't make the jump to the 'new version', mind you. did Big America get to casey

come on you guys have to admit this is an odd change?? does nobody else thing this is weird??

okay fine moving on

Did Valentino Literally Curse Sete

(like. not literally as in did he curse curse sete, literally as in did he say it)

(though if he did literally literally curse curse sete, I suppose I'd also like to know that bit)

the commentators in 2003 brno say so and I'm inclined to believe them, but I need to double check whether sete and valentino really were partying on ibiza together right after that very painful valentino loss at the sachsenring. such a fascinating little detail, that's not something post-2004 valentino does I reckon

I mean, look, obviously a bunch of things from that time period I want to have fact checked. including valentino's friend hearing sete say in late 2003 that valentino wasn't going to be smiling so much after joining yamaha. classic bit of gossip, did it actually happen though

I've referenced this a few times before, but y'know how valentino said that marc's manager alzamora told him after sepang 2015 that marc had been angry at valentino for killing his title charge? I just want. to know. if this conversation actually happened. I don't think valentino would pluck a lie like that out of thin air, especially something so specific about somebody on marc's team, and he has known alzamora for decades but like. maybe almazora just said something valentino misinterpreted? I just find this such a bonkers thing from alzamora if it's true that I would like it confirmed for my own sanity, you know?

yeah look I would like to know if marc really did get casey kicked out of honda, obviously I've discussed this before and it's very he said she said but yeah it'd be fun to know the truth

this is literally peak gossip because I can't find a source for it but I swear a journalist did say it: the rumour is that marc blocked joan mir from joining honda in 2019. like, I'm only including this because I was explicitly asked for gossip as I just cannot find where it was said... but it is something that is. out there. and... again, just curious. like I buy it, but also it could be bullshit!

on a similar note, did he ever make clear to honda he didn't want either vinales or rinsy on his team circa 2016? was it just a vibe in the paddock or was this an actual demand from marc?

speaking of!! the whole thing about alzamora basically rigging the moto3 teammate situation between rinsy and alex marquez to ensure the latter won the title that year. what was that all about, how far did they go there

switching to valentino now. this doesn't quite fit the remit of the question because it IS something I've investigated. and my conclusion is basically a big *shrug*

did valentino block casey from joining yamaha in either 2005 or 2006, and did he attempt to block jorge?

there are completely contradictory sources on the timeline here that do make me feel like there's a chance yamaha was just fucking with casey at the very least in 2006 and valentino had fuck all to do with it, which a recent interview from casey did actually hint at too... he made it sound like maybe yamaha was just using him to try to drive down the price of another rider (which would then presumably be jorge)

I just want to know! and the thing is, it was a matter of open paddock discussion that valentino blocked casey (jorge explicitly references it in in 2007), but something doesn't quite add up between what jorge, casey, colin edwards, articles from the time and lin jarvis have said on the subject! my current pet theory is that valentino blocked casey in 2005 from joining the satellite yamaha team in 2006 (weirdly casey doesn't really imply valentino was responsible for this one in his autobiography, but whatever) but NOT in 2006 (casey does imply valentino was responsible here, you see my problem). and yamaha was fucking around with all four of valentino, casey, jorge and edwards in late 2006/2007. but. yeah. I have unanswered questions

the entire 'alex marquez blocked from yamaha' situation.... again. something is off there. you know the story from late last year about how he was blocked in 2019 from joining the petronas team in 2021? this completely threw me, because there was an entirely different story about this YEARS back in 2018!! I initially assumed the two stories were about the same event, but it can't have been! one's him being blocked in 2019 for 2021, one's him being blocked in 2018 for 2019

from the descriptions of both there's also no confusing them. the 2018 story has to be about the 2018 contract cycle because that's quite literally when it was published, and the 2023 story has to be about the 2019 contract cycle because it explicitly references the space fabio would create by moving to the factory team for 2021, which obviously wouldn't make sense before fabio's actual rookie season. like they have to be about different stories

and in that same 2018 story, marc said that back in 2016 lin jarvis told him no marquez would be joining yamaha:

again, this was in 2018!!

plus, he did say back in 2016 that he'd spoken to jarvis, which kinda backs up this is a conversation that did happen and marc isn't just misremembering the timeline/lying (the notion of marc joining yamaha in 2017 is fantastic, what an absolutely horrendous idea):

now what marc says in 2018 about his conversation with lin jarvis is very similar to petronas yamaha boss razali saying in 2023 that he'd been told by yamaha no marquez was allowed at yamaha. suggests that this is a thing that did happen!!

but again... razali was told that in 2019... after marc had already been told the same thing three years before that, and the exact same deal had already been blocked one year earlier... does nobody else think this is weird?? like, I'm not saying yamaha hq covered themselves in glory here, but is it not a little strange the satellite yamaha squad had basically almost signed a contract with the younger marquez again without checking in with yamaha, just ONE YEAR after this same contract had already been blocked???

again this isn't actually gossip because I'm apparently the only person going ?? about this but I'll say it: ??

kinda been annoying me since december last year, like I know it doesn't matter but I'm just curious about it! why's nobody else talking about the 2018 story!

idk my best guess here is that petronas yamaha was faffing about and playing weird games with the factory team, that the deal was never as likely to happen as they made it sound to the marquez camp. zero proof, that's me spreading rumours yeah... time to create some of my own unfounded gossip

(also of course I'm curious if valentino did have any actual involvement in this. like if lin jarvis was telling marc this in the year of our lord 2016, I'm assuming valentino didn't have to explicitly say to jarvis that 'inviting marc to the team for 2017' wasn't exactly high on his christmas wish list. it is interesting that marc frames it as jarvis making this about. like. all the marquez's way back in 2016, and again, would this really have been on valentino's radar at the time? that feels a bit...? alex marquez was thirteenth in that moto2 season? would certainly be very... thorough for valentino to already have had that particular talk with jarvis)

(mind u there's a fun moment in a 2019 presser where valentino is sitting between the two marquez brothers and the younger marquez is being asked about his contract situation, the implication being he'd had a motogp deal and no longer had a motogp deal. and he's answering and marc's doing his freak stare and valentino is Right There sitting between them... I <3 mess)

man did valentino actually ever fucking block anyone from joining his manufacturer #notmygoat. I still think he didn't know about jorge until the deal was basically done, had nothing to do with the younger marquez, at most blocked casey the one time but then yamaha wasn't actually seriously intending on signing casey in 2006 and was just using it as a play in their jorge negotiations, which.... idk. bit disappointing if true icl. I hope he blocked someone, I'll say it

(also. okay. I don't want to sound awful here because I do have a lot of sympathy for baby!casey but. ignoring the morality for a second, I do LOVE the idea that valentino blocked casey from getting a satellite yamaha seat fresh off his 250cc runner up season because it would conclusively prove valentino did ABSOLUTELY rate casey!! like he didn't even want casey to come close to being his teammate!! not even a sniff at his data!!) (genuinely this is the rumour I'm choosing to believe, I know there's a chance valentino didn't successfully block anyone and was just a complete flop but I want the 2005 one to be true. it really adds something to the rivalry idk... like ugh valentino saw how dangerous casey was proper early when much of the paddock wasn't yet convinced... cute)

moving on

there was a rumour in 2015 that valentino approached dani after aragon to complain about how sturdy his defence was, like moaning about denying him points and shit. now, there's exactly one article about this in marca that is the sole origin point for the rumour, and it says that valentino also interrupted a honda party after phillip island to complain to marc. this does not match up at all with anything either marc or valentino have said since then - and would mean you have to believe that marc wasn't actually blindsided by that presser... also feels a bit unlikely we would have heard NOTHING from any other source if vale was really gatecrashing a honda party

of course, neither dani nor valentino have spoken about this supposed post-aragon 2015 meeting either, not even when dani was kinda accusing valentino of hypocrisy during sepang 2015, but I suppose you could say maybe dani's just not the type of guy to bring it up again. however.... I do reckon occam's razor kinda applies here and if one of these stories is bullshit then they probably both are, plus it's not like marca is exactly a neutral source. still would love to be certain!! instinctively I don't really think that's valentino's style at all, but of course it'd be intriguing if the story were true because it'd be a sign of how 2015 kinda messed with him. but I still feel 2015 is more about him falling back on past tools he'd mostly discarded - rather than, like, acting wildly out of character, which again... well, this brings us back to how that kind of behaviour isn't really valentino's style. basically, I don't buy it, but that's kinda why I am so curious about it? because I feel like it would be really interesting and quirky if he had actually done that. does this make any sense

speaking of, again this doesn't really count because I did kinda investigate it last year.... but you know when valentino in that podcast referenced a conversation with marc around the time of sepang 2015, where marc stared blankly at him? I have a hunch about when that conversation happened, want to know if it's right. this also isn't really 'gossip' because this is a conversation I'm having with myself but

y'know when bez was injured on the ranch late-ish last year? a bunch of journalists pointed out how hush hush they were about what actually happened to bez - like they repeatedly drew attention to that because god knows THEY love some gossip lol. which probably means nothing, but I'm curious what the journalists' theory here is, like do they think it was an embarrassing injury?? OR. look. I suppose the conspiracy theory would be that pecco caused it (obviously accidentally!!) and everyone at the ranch knew it'd be a terrible look if they admitted that because of the whole title fight situation. call me casey stoner because those dots are not real and definitely have not been connected

okay, you know how there were rumours in the spanish tabloids bez said some real ugly stuff to marc at valencia last year, and bez didn't directly address it but freaked a little and did a sort of blanket denial that he'd said anything that bad? I don't actually think he did tbh, but again. would just like to check!

while we're already on bez, there was one report that the switch to aprilia was partly motivated by marc to factory ducati. again, not entirely sure I buy that this would factor into his thinking beyond the obvious 'this means the route to that factory ducati seat looks even more closed than it already did' angle'.... it's very much down my list of priorities but I'd quickly confirm/deny it if given the chance yeah

that's all for now lol

[all-cursed]

💀 - bobo finds willa dead or dying - @moonbeammuses​ (symbol prompt)

      it had all gone wrong so quickly. he was no stranger to changes in plans. he had burned through plans A through G in the long, long time he had spent here. digging, waiting, biding his time and suffering in relative silence under the heels of witches and self righteous warriors. no, bobo del rey was no stranger to patience, sure that in the end it would all pay off.

      but oh, how a carefully created plan could go so wrong so quickly.

      he could hear the heartbeats he should no longer be able to hear thundering in his head as he turned sharply, just in time to see her - willa - crumple to the ground. he couldn’t see nor sense who shot her, not because they were no longer there but because his senses were fully and entirely focused on the still form on the ground, wheat-gold hair splayed messily across the snowy ground.

      he didn’t remember closing the distance between the two of themselves, but could only imagine that he had frozen only steps away from the arch that would have led them to freedom, and stumbled his way to willa, falling to his knees. because that was where he remembered being; kneeling in the snow, frigid dampness soaking through the knees of his jeans as he stared at his lover’s pale face and shut eyes.

      words rang and echoed in his ears, punching holes into his chest that no one could see. he shifted, ignoring the sounds he heard from a distance - wynonna? doc holliday? in this moment, the identity of the killer mattered naught - and ever so gently pulled willa closer, so that her head rested on his lap. he ran bruised and scraped fingers through her hair, barely registering the blood - not his - that stained her locks russet.

      “i promised you we would finally be free of this place.” the words came from his lips without thought, caught up in the bite of the winter wind and spiraling away into the grey sky. “i never meant for your freedom to come like this.” by death.

      there was no answer. he couldn’t be quite sure when exactly it had happened, but willa earp was dead.

      silence fell over the world like a heavy blanket, save for the rush of blood bobo could hear in his head. his gaze remained fixed on willa’s face for a long moment as he memorised every aspect of it. the grey eyes now closed... the messy hair laying across his lap... the red stains speckled across the front of her dress and coat and leaving rusty-coloured streaks on her skin... for a few moments, he held her closer, pressed against his cursedly alive chest, clinging to the memory of the sound of her voice, the feeling of her lips against his and her fingers intertwined with his...

      maybe minutes passed. maybe hours. but eventually he lowered her to the ground, whispering his love to unhearing ears. and he lifted his head, rising slowly to his feet. 

      freedom meant nothing now. once upon a time, perhaps he would have simply fled purgatory and found somewhere to live out his days. to live a free life with willa.

      there would be no such thing. not now. not ever. with nothing more than two brief gunshots, the last thing that made life as a revenant worth living had been torn away from him. there would be no freedom. there would be no future. the realisation sank heavy and dark in his very being that there had never been a chance. his fate had been sealed the moment he tried to make things right.

      no. there would be no freedom. none at all. as he rose, stony and silent, he could feel a heat spread through his torso as his eyes went dark as pitch. even without seeing, he knew the long scars on his back burned with an unholy fire.

      no freedom. 

     not without willa. poor, precious willa who had never asked to be forced into a curse she had nothing to do with. 

      no. she was gone and there would be no freedom.

      only vengeance.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Ex’s and Oh’s

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: Sebastian drops a bomb on Tom during a livestream

Masterlist

Since it wasn’t safe to hold conventions yet, you and Tom were asked to do a zoom meeting with the rest of the Marvel Cast. Fans were able to tune in and watch as a moderator asked you questions.

“Are you ready for this?” Tom asked you as you sat down at his office desk.

“I’m a little nervous.” You admitted. “It’s been a while since I’ve done a panel.

“Don’t worry, darling. You’ll be fine. What’s the worst that can happen?” Tom shrugged before joining the zoom.

“Welcome everybody.” The moderator greeted as the rest of the cast joined the zoom. “Thank you all for coming to the Marvel Q and A livestream. Not that we need to, but I’m gonna have everyone introduce themselves.”

You relaxed in your seat and leaned into Tom as you listened to your cast mates introduce themselves. The livestream went by smoothly for the first half hour, with a lot of back and forth banter between Tom, Sebastian and Anthony. Since they hadn’t seen either other in so long, they were constantly ripping on each other to make up for lost time. All the jokes and jabs were in good fun, but the trouble started when you started talking about the most recent projects.

“We’ve had a lot of exciting films come out in the past few months. Black Window came out recently.” The moderator said. “And of course, Shang Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings.”

“Which everybody needs to go see immediately.” You added. “Please. You won’t regret it.”

“What she said.” Simu chuckled.

“Yes, yes. Go see it.” The moderator nodded. “And we got lots of new shows too. We got What If, Wandavision, Loki, and of course, Falcon and Winter Soldier.”

“You should watch it just to see the rest Sebastians face.” Anthony commented. “Look how handsome my man is.

“It took you long enough to get your own show.” Tom teased. “Look how many years it took for you to get more than three lines.”

“Yeah, well.” Sebastian shrugged casually. “I was busy sleeping with your girlfriend.”

Yours and Toms jaws dropped to the floor as Sebastians words registered with the other actors. They’d been teasing each other all evening, but Sebastian had taken it a step too far.

“Sebastian!” Your eyes shot open. “Oh my God!”

“Hey.” Sebastian lit up. “That’s exactly what it sounded like.”

“Sebastian!” You screamed as Tom fell on the floor. “Shut up!”

“Wait, wait what?” Scarlett said through laughter. “What happened?”

You were busy trying to pull Tom off of the floor as your cast mates laughed at the unexpected information. Tom had gone completely limp and slipped through your fingers every time you tried to pick him up.

“Oh no.” Anthony laughed. “You killed him. You killed Tom.”

“He’s just laying on the floor.” You said as you nudged your boyfriend with your foot. “He’s not moving. I don’t even think he’s breathing.”

“It’s okay Tom.” Sebastian continued. “Y/n can help you out. I’ve left her unable to walk too.”

Everyone’s jaw dropped again as Sebastian made the situation infinitely worse. You gave Sebastian a knowing look as you tried to lift your rag doll boyfriend off the ground. Instead, Tom flopped out of your hands and rolled right out the office door.

“Wait.” You laughed and tried to call him back. “Don’t go.”

You didn’t get a response from him, but heard heavy footsteps leading up to your front door slamming shut.

“Sorry, new guy here. What are you guys talking about?” Simu asked as he rested his face in his hands. “What’s going on here?”

“Oh my God.” You groaned. “Before I got together with Tom, Sebastian and I were...”

“Intimate.” Sebastian said smugly. “That’s what we’ll call it.”

“Yes. Which wasn’t public information until now. So thank you very much, Sebastian. You’ll be paying for my therapy. I’m gonna need it once the world finds out I’ve slept with two Avengers.” You playfully scolded him through the screen.

“Oh, I can hear the slut shamers now.” Brie laughed. “They’re gonna break down your door.”

“Oh no.” You whined as your cast mates continued to laugh at you. You jumped a little when you heard your front door open and shut again.

“I think that’s Tom coming back in.” You said as you craned your neck to look out the office door. Tom walked back into the room with a tight jaw and sat back down in his seat.

“Honey? Are you okay?” You asked as you rubbed his back.

“I had to do a lap around the block.” He grumbled as he sat back down in his chair.

“Aw.” You laughed as cupped his face. “It’s okay.”

“I’m gonna get you for that, Sebastian.” Tom pointed a finger at the camera. “Watch your back, mate. I’m gonna get you for that one.”

“I can’t believe you kept that from us this whole time.” Anthony shook his head. “We could’ve been bullying Tom about that for years.”

“Well look who ended up with her.” Tom shrugged. “I did. Not you, Seb. You wanker.”

You laughed at Tom’s choice of insult and wrapped your arm around his shoulders. Even though you found the situation funny, you wanted to reassure him that he had nothing to worry about.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute.” Chris spoke up. “I thought Y/n said that one time that she’s never had a one night stand.”

An awkward silence filled the room as you squeezed your eyes tightly shut. Tom heard a snort come from Sebastian and looked at you in confusion.

“I haven’t.” You said weakly.

“Well what about Sebastian?” Anthony smirked, knowing what your answer meant. You gave Tom an apologetic look as Sebastian laughed from the other side of the screen.

“It was,” you grimaced, “it was more than once.”

“Oh my God.” Tom gagged and covered his hand with his mouth. “I’m gonna throw up.”

“I’m sorry!” You apologized and wrapped your arms around his neck. “It was before we were together.”

“How many times did you guys hook up?” Anthony asked, loving how worked up Tom was getting from the topic.

“Don’t ask that.” Tom groaned.

“Probably around-“ Sebastian began.

“Don’t you answer it!” Tom cut him off.

“The people want to know.” Chris pounded his fists on his desk. “Answer the question.”

“I mean, you’ve said so much already. You might as well tell the whole story.” Scarlet reasoned.

“Just tell us and then we can drop it.” Anthony bartered.

“Oh my God. Fine.” You rolled your eyes. “We only had sex like twice, right? And then we probably hooked up in some way a total of four times. It wasn’t a lot. I swear.”

You looked at Tom to see how he was handling the news, and he was staring ahead at the wall with a blank expression. You laughed at how much it bothered him and rubbed his back.

“Yeah, it was only twice.” Sebastian nodded. “Unless you count how many times we did it each night. Then it adds up to a little more.”

Without saying a word, Tom threw himself back into the floor and laid on the ground.

“Are you trying to kill him?” You playfully berated Sebastian. “

“That’s what he gets.” Sebastian shrugged. “He stole my girl.”

Upon hearing that, Tom sprang back up and stared at the camera with a completely red face.

“Your girl?” Tom asked. “I’m sorry, is she your girl? Am I hearing that right?”

“Oh God.” You groaned and buried your face in your hands.

“Because I think she’s actually my girl.” He continued. “Isn’t that right, darling?”

“I won’t be anyone’s girl if you don’t calm down.” You warned him.

“And I’ll be calming right down.” Tom threw on a smile. You laughed at his antics and rested your head on his shoulder.

“Don’t sweat it Tom.” Sebastian spoke up. “It was a long time ago.”

“Yeah.” You agreed. “Super long.”

“Believe it or not,” Sebastian began, “that’s not the first time I’ve heard Y/n say-“

“Enough.” You cut him off. “We are moving in from this topic and never bringing it up again.”

“Please.” Tom added. “This conversation shortened my life span by ten years.”

“How can we move on from this?” Scarlett laughed. “What else is there to talk about?”

Everyone stayed silent as they thought of ways to move the conversation along. Meanwhile, Tom buried his face in your neck and tried to forget what he had heard. After a few moments of silence, Chris Evans sheepishly raised his hand.

“Yes, Chris?” The moderate chuckled when he noticed.

“Is this a bad time to bring up that Y/n and I used to date?” Chris asked, and Tom slipped right back down to the floor.

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[dycefic]

In The Interim

I must have read at least a dozen variations on the 'ancient and forgotten order of something or other is revived by the Chosen One and some ancient mentor or something' story, in which ancient relics or fortresses or holy places usually play a significant part. I've often wondered what happens to them in the interim, while their orders are scattered and their existence forgotten. I'm always fascinated by the generally elided parts of a story - what happens after the evil empire collapses, or while the dystopia is setting in, or the time between the fall and rise of the order of something or other.

Also, you know, I play Dragon Age. Skyhold is... inspiring.

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There is an ancient fortress that waits in the mountains for the day when its people will return. Dust covers the floors, and many of the ancient statues have fallen.

I do not know what the fortress waits for. Was it an order of scholars? There was a library, with shelves full of scrolls and books. They are ancient and fragile now, so I never enter the room except to light a fire to dry the air, now and then.

It could have been an order of warriors. There are rooms full of ancient weapons. I know what a sword is, though I have never seen swords shaped like this. There are blades on long poles, like some strange mating of an axe and a spear, and other things I cannot name. What is not too rusted, I oil and tend.

Perhaps it was a religious order. There are many statues, and one motif that repeats often, a woman holding a lamp in one hand and a flower or leafy plant in the other. There are statues of her, and paintings on the walls, and even a mosaic of stones in one of the courtyards. I dust the statues and the paintings, and sweep the mosaic. In the room that seems to be a shrine, I keep a light burning on the altar, as the signs tell me others have done before me.

I don’t know what most of what I find signifies. There are chests full of faded and rotted fabric that was clothing once, but I do not know what the sigils mean. There are devices on shelves whose use I cannot begin to guess. There are letters or symbols carved into the stone in several places, but they are not in the language I know.

But there is a garden. Even after years of neglect, the soil is rich. I do not know the language the people here spoke, or why they lived here, but I know the herbs they used. I know the vegetables they ate. I recognised the bones of chickens and goats, when I dug in their midden for fertiliser.  I found the bird cotes, and replaced rotted perches and lured the pigeons which had gone wild back with seeds and insects from the garden.

Some of the perches were large, too large for any pigeon. I don’t know what birds roosted there. But sometimes I see a large bird circling high up, a crow or a raven, and I wonder if it’s a descendant of those birds.

The kitchen has been used more recently than the other rooms. In a small room off the kitchen I found an old straw bed, and clothing that is not too unlike my own. And on the wall of that room, scratched on the stone, I found a series of crude drawings.

A figure in long skirts walking up a slope between trees. A crude representation of the fortress. The same figure, standing in the garden, with crude plants around her feet and what are probably meant to be birds in the air over her head.

These I read easily. “I climbed the mountains and found this place. I lived here.”

The next row was different.  The same figure, repeated several times. Then a crude outline of a skull. Then a door with a symbol on it. It took me a while to figure that out.

Then I found the door with that symbol, deep below the fortress. When I opened it – cautiously, remembering the skull – I smelled the faint memory of decay.

When I went down, I found an ancient crypt. There were niches in the walls, like narrow beds one above the other, and ancient bones within them. Some had the rusted remains of armour, some the dusty shreds of what might have been robes.

And I found other bones. They were not in niches, but laid on the floor at one end of the room. Twelve complete skeletons were there, and I could see, looking at them, that they were not all the same age. One, at the far right, looked almost as ancient as the bones in the niches. The one on the left still had shreds of flesh here and there, and hair spread around its head. When I examined that one, I found that one of the legs was broken, and had not healed.

They are all women, I think. The newest is still wearing skirts, and I can see the decayed remains on some of the others. What hair remains is long, though it is not certain that either man or woman living in this isolation would cut their hair, and some bones are still encircled by bracelets or necklaces.

They were called here, I think, as I was.

There is a long history of hermitage, among my people. It is more common among men than women, but now and then one will be moved to retreat from the world into solitude and contemplation. Usually they are moved by a god, or go to tend some sacred relic or shrine.

I was alone in the world, when I felt the calling. I packed up my belongings, bade farewell to those few who might miss me, and set out to walk into the mountains. I did not know where I was going, but I knew I was going somewhere. And then…

Then I found this place, and I knew. It is empty, but it is not abandoned. It is only waiting. Waiting until its people come back, until some great need calls them, or destiny, or the turning of the wheel. And while it waits, it is… lonely, perhaps. So it calls out, to those who are right, who will be content in this quiet solitude, who will feed the pigeons and tend the garden and light fires in the library and oil the weapons.

The woman before me broke her leg. Perhaps it bled too much, or wound-rot set in. She must have known she was dying and dragged herself down to lie beside the others. When I know my time is coming, I will go too. If I do not have warning, if death comes quickly, I conjure you who come after me to carry my bones down to that crypt, to lie beside my sisters in peace, until the fortress lives once more.

I leave this record in hope that it will help the next hermit who comes, when I am only bones. And if you who read are no hermit, but coming in some dire need or peril, if you come to awaken again what sleeps here, to give the lady with her flower and her lamp a name, or perhaps to earn your own, then welcome, for we have kept this fortress against your coming.

It has been waiting for you.

(This short account, written on parchment, is preserved by the Order as one of its most precious relics. During the Interim, the period of almost eight hundred years in which the Order was largely forgotten and the fortress was left empty, sixteen women are believed to have been ‘called’ to preserve and tend it. Aside from the bodily remains in the crypt, and a few images scratched into a wall, this is the only evidence they chose to leave of their existence. None have ever been identified, and the parchment is unsigned. Nevertheless, the sixteen Guardians are venerated by the Order for their faithful, solitary service to powers whose name they never knew, and their bones are entombed together, side by side in death as was their wish. Without their care, we believe, there would have been little left for the revived Order to return to.)

[sluttywonwoo]

pretend || j.ww x reader

Summary: reading thirst tweets with your co-star/boyfriend’s best friend makes things a little tense

Warnings: swearing, smut mentions (18+)

Word Count: 1.8k

a/n:  originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

Masterlist

The sound of Mingyu cracking his knuckles next to you sent a shiver down your spine, making you cringe instinctively. You turned to glare at him and leaned away from the noise.

“I hate when you do that!” you groaned.

He smirked. “I know, that’s why I like doing it.”

You looked over at Wonwoo, who was sitting across the room with the crew, and pointed to Gyu. 

“Can you tell your best friend to stop being annoying?”

“Can you tell your girlfriend to stop being dramatic?” Mingyu retaliated.

“I’m not picking sides!” Wonwoo shouted back and held up his hands in surrender.

You let your jaw drop. “I’ll remember that, Jeon.”

“Baby, I-” Wonwoo started to defend himself, but fell silent when the producer got up from her chair and approached you and Mingyu who were sitting behind the camera. 

“Which one of you wants to take this?” she asked, holding up a large insulated jug full of paper strips. 

“I’ll take it,” Mingyu offered and set the cup in his lap. 

“What a gentleman,” you said, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. 

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” he muttered, “because you’re so fucking annoying.”

“Thank you.”

“It wasn’t a compliment.”

The producer gave you both a sideways look. “Are you guys alright? Should we take a minute before starting?”

“No, we’re fine,” you assured her.

“We don’t actually hate each other,” Mingyu added, “this is just how... we are.”

She didn’t look any less concerned, but nodded anyway. “Okay, well remember what your director said about playing up your chemistry to promote the show. And when we call action just give a quick slate and start reading the tweets.”

She walked back over to her spot next to the cameraman and took a seat before looking over a checklist that had been handed to her and writing some notes on it.

“Nervous?” Mingyu whispered to you as you both waited for your cue.

“A little,” you admitted. “You?”

“I’m a bit on edge,” he concurred. “Mostly because your boyfriend is about to watch me read filthy comments about you on-camera.”

You glanced over at Wonwoo who gave you an encouraging smile and a thumbs-up. “He’ll be fine. How bad can they be?”

From a distance, the producer you had just spoken to called for everyone to be quiet on set and signaled the cameras to start rolling. You perked up and straightened your dress, waiting for Mingyu to take the lead. 

“Hi guys, I’m Kim Mingyu.”

“And I’m y/n y/l/n.”

“You might recognize us from our new Netflix series, Breaking Curfew, where we play opposite each other in what you might call a... complicated romantic relationship.”

“We’re enemies with benefits,” you summarized. “And today we’re here with Buzzfeed to read thirst tweets about each other.”

“Ladies first,” Mingyu said and held the cup out to you.

You closed your eyes and sifted through the strips of paper with one hand, selecting one at random. 

“Okay, this one’s about you. ��Kim Mingyu has the prettiest eyes’.” You grinned as you watched your co-star’s cheeks turn pink. “He’s totally blushing right now! We haven’t even gotten to the good stuff!”

“Thank you very much to whoever tweeted that,” Mingyu said and cleared his throat. 

“I agree with this person,” you continued, “you do have really pretty eyes.”

“Aw, thank you, y/n.”

“You’re welcome.”

“My turn.” Mingyu closed his eyes and rummaged around the cup before picking one. “‘Someone tell y/n y/l/n that I’m single and I get a discount at Olive Garden if she ever wants to let me take her out on a date’.”

You chuckled. “I do like Olive Garden.”

“She’ll get back to you on that one, mate,” Mingyu said quickly and let the crumpled piece of paper fall to the floor. 

You took that as a sign to move on so you reached into the jug and pulled out another tweet.

“Oh, this one’s about me again. ‘Y/n y/l/n scissor me challenge’.” You clapped a hand over your mouth in shock and thrust the slip of paper towards Mingyu.

“You know what, props for being so bold. What do you think, y/n? Are you going to take them up on the offer?”

“I’ll think about it,” you managed to choke out, sending Mingyu into a laughing fit. You fanned yourself with your hand as you tried to recover and motioned for your co-star to read another one. “Your turn.”

“‘Kim Mingyu and y/n y/l/n are my dream celebrity threesome,’” he read. “What a compliment, don’t you think?”

“Oh, for sure,” you agreed and winked as you held your hand to your ear in a call me motion. 

“These are just getting more and more vulgar, aren’t they?” Mingyu asked. 

“I don’t know that anything can beat the scissoring one,” you pointed out as you fished another tweet from the bucket. “Another one about Mingyu, okay. ‘I wanna suck Kim Mingyu’s soul through his dick then spit it back in his face’.” You blinked at the piece of paper in front of you in shock, scanning back over it to make sure you had read it right the first time. “Jesus... christ.”

Mingyu smirked and nudged your shoulder with his. 

You ignored him and pointed a finger at the camera in disgust. “I cannot believe you made me read this with my own two eyes. I could have lived my entire life without seeing those words in a sentence together!”

“I think that’s the best compliment I’ve ever received,” Mingyu countered, running a thumb along his jawline cockily. 

“No, I have beef with whoever tweeted that now.”

“You’re just jealous that I like this tweet better than the threesome one.”

You sighed. “This interview was a bad idea. Your head is already so god damn big.”

Mingyu opened his mouth to retaliate, but paused like he had thought better of it and took a deep breath to compose himself. 

“Anyway, moving on.”

You watched as he sifted through the tweets and chose one from the bottom, reading it to himself and grinning slightly before reading it aloud. 

“‘Petition for y/n y/l/n to start an OnlyFans because I just know her tits are incredible. I can feel it in my bones’.”

You brought your hands up to your boobs self-consciously and laughed. “I don’t know about that, but thank you.”

“I’ve seen them,” Mingyu added nonchalantly, “and I can confirm that twitter user ‘geminisuns’ is correct.”

“Mingyu!” 

“What? Do you know how many sex scenes we had to shoot? We’ve seen each other naked plenty of times.”

You looked back over to the crew and made eye contact with the producer. “Do you see what I have to deal with?”

“Maybe we should take a quick break,” she suggested and motioned for the cameras to stop rolling. “Get a drink, freshen up and be back here in five.”

“Do you think they’re going to use that part?” Mingyu asked as he followed you over to the water cooler. 

“I don’t know, dude,” you sighed in annoyance, “but great fucking job. The whole world already thinks we’re boning.”

“I don’t know about the whole world.” You glared at him. “Wonwoo knows we’re not.”

Wonwoo. You had nearly forgotten that your boyfriend was there on set with you. You looked around for him, and saw him still sitting in his designated guest chair looking at his phone. You could only imagine what he must be thinking of all of this. You should probably say something to him. 

You told Mingyu that you’d be back and made your way across the room to Wonwoo. Even from a distance you could tell that he was upset. 

His knuckles were pale and his jaw was tight. He didn’t look up at you when you approached him. 

“Sorry this is taking longer than expected,” you said, brushing a stray curl out of his eyes. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he murmured in response, still not looking at you. 

You sighed and draped yourself across him, slinging your arms loosely across his shoulders as you leaned down to see what he was doing on his phone. He was scrolling aimlessly on Instagram, not even liking any of the posts. 

“If you’re bored you can leave,” you said curtly and stood back up. 

“I’m not bored.”

“You’re not even paying attention to the shoot.”

“Trust me, it’s impossible not to. I’ve been trying to tune it out for the past ten minutes with no luck.”

“Why would you not want to pay attention?” you demanded even though the answer was sitting right in front of you. “This is a big deal for me.”

Wonwoo swallowed and finally looked up at you. “I know, baby. It’s just- do you know how hard it is to listen to my best friend talk about doing all of these dirty things to you-”

“He’s my best friend too,” you pointed out in a quiet hiss. “The only reason we’re together is because of him.”

Sometimes you felt the need to remind Wonwoo that you had known Mingyu longer than you had known him. If Gyu hadn’t brought him to set all those times back when you were filming in the fall, you wouldn’t even know about each other’s existence. 

“I know that.”

“You’ve done interviews like this before,” you argued. 

“I know,” he repeated.

“Then why are you being like this?” He didn’t answer, so you kept going. “You know my bare ass has been on tv, right-”

“Don’t,” Wonwoo warned and grabbed your wrist.

You gasped and flexed your fingers gingerly in his grasp, challenging him. “Don’t what?” 

“Y/n,”

“Don’t... act like I want to fuck your best friend?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You’re enjoying this.” It wasn’t a question.

“Don’t pretend like I’d rather fulfill those tweets with him instead of you? Give the people what they want?”

You had to bite your tongue before you went any further and said something you might regret. Your words had already had the desired effect. You didn’t even have to look at Wonwoo’s lap to know that he was struggling not to get hard. 

You could see it in his eyes. The arousal that had turned the warm brown into black. The way he was looking at you told you everything you needed to know. You wondered if you would even make it back home before he’d break, if he would pull the car over on the side of the road and take you then and there. 

Your knees were weak at the mere thought of what you were in for later that night. Making Wonwoo jealous was admittedly one of your favorite pastimes, purely for selfish reasons. Possessive sex was arguably the best sex. The teasing, the hair-pulling, the choking, the face-fucking, all hit different when Wonwoo was reminding you who you belonged to. 

Wonwoo released your wrist from his grip and raised his eyebrows expectantly. “Are you finished?”

You shook your head and grinned. “Just getting started.”

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[sirsharp-a]

                ❝ Who’s  that?   He  looks  kinda-- ❞ 

                ❝ That’s  Arthur,  do  NOT  say  anything  gross  about  him,  I  HATE  him. ❞

                ❝ I  was  going  t’say  SMUG, God. ❞

[nastybuckybarnes]

All the King’s Men  -  Five

Pairing: Alpha!King!Bucky X Omega!Reader

Summary: Your father always said that if it weren’t for your presentation, he’d think you were an Alpha. There’s a reason for that. Growing up in a world where Omegas are treated like garbage, you’ve fought for the respect that you have. Until you’re sold off to an old King desperate for a bride. But you will not lay down and present for your new husband. No, you will fight back.

Warnings: Langauge, Angst, dark themes, injuries, 

Word Count: 2.2K 

A/n: Hello and welcome!! Here we go, y’all! Enjoy! I love you all very much And I hope you have an amazing day/night! 

!!DO NOT COPY/TRANSLATE/REPOST MY WORK!!

~*~

“My lady, I mean no disrespect but I must ask, we have been walking for ages... do you know where it is you are leading us?”

Wanda’s voice sounds tired and strained, and for a moment you feel bad for bringing her on such a journey. But abandoning her at the Palace with that Monster would surely be a fate worse than death.

“You cannot know where you are nor where you are going when finding someone who does not wish to be found,” you explain, stepping over a fallen tree and holding your skirts up around your knees to prevent them from catching on any sharp objects littering the forest floor.

You’ve been walking for several hours. The sun has set and risen and set again, and you’ve stopped only a handful of times.

Your rations are running low and you are tired, but you cannot stop. It will be only hours until a search party is sent for you, and you’d rather not think of the consequences that will await if they find you.

“You speak wise words for a woman who is so far from safety.”

The voice startles the two of you and you freeze, eyes darting to the figure as they step out around a tree.

“You have travelled a great distance and at great cost. You have abandoned everything in search for someone whom you cannot find,” the woman muses, her black hair falling around her waist in curly billows.

“There are whispers of a woman who resides in these forests, one who works with the Gods. It is said... she can break bonds,” you say after a moment, taking a slow step towards the sorceress.

She only chuckles and shakes her head, “an old spinners tale, surely. A bond is a permanent thing, nobody would be so foolish as to try and remove it.” Though her words are said with certainty, her eyes say the opposite.

“They say the woman helps those who suffer from unwanted bonds. She saves the lives of those who would be killed by their bonds.”

Her brows draw together and she takes a step toward you, eyeing you and Wanda skeptically.

“You have come in service of whom?” She finally asks, and you let out a sigh of relief.

She’s real. She can help.

“Myself. Wanda has joined me in protection,” you explain.

“What is your presentation?” The rapid firing of questions has you a little on edge, but you need her.

She’s your only hope of getting rid of the curse on your neck.

“Omega.”

Her eyes narrow and she stops in front of you, eyeing the mark on your neck.

“Is your Alpha dead?” The way she asks it with such bluntness makes you bristle the tiniest bit.

“I wish he were.”

She quirks her brows at that and you huff out a sigh.

“My Alpha,” you spit his title, “mistreats me. He abuses me and dishonours our bond. I wish he were dead.”

She nods, lips pursed for a moment before a heavy sigh falls from her lips.

“Few Omegas can revive the treatment I offer, and even fewer live to tell the tale. An Omega’s bond to their Alpha is strong and near unbreakable without killing the Omega in the process. When the mate is dead and the bond, dying, it is easier.”

You raise your head and stare straight into her eyes, “I would rather die than be bonded to this Alpha.”

Wanda stiffens at your words, for she knows the truth behind them. If this sorceress cannot grant what you want, she knows you will not stop until you are freed from this bond.

“You understand that it comes at a cost. Both physical and otherwise.”

You nod your understanding, “I am more than willing to pay whatever it is you request.”

“I need payment before, not after.”

With a nod in Wanda’s direction, you pull off your necklace, a gift from your Husband on your wedding day, and hand it to the Sorceress.

She takes it and inspects it under the light of the moon, her eyes widening as she recognizes it.

“You are the Queen!”

She starts backing up and you shake your head desperately, following after her.

“Wait, please!”

She slows but doesn’t stop.

“I am coming to you, not as a queen, but as an Omega desperate to leave her Alpha. He mistreats me and I fear for my life. More than once have I been threatened by direct members of his council and I fear bringing it to his attention would only anger him further. Please, you must help me. Staying bonded to him is a fate worse than death and I would gladly take any consequences that come with this choice if it meant I am free of his hold on me.”

Her eyes dart between yours and Wanda’s before she turns and starts walking back the way she came.

You stand still, shoulders slumping forward and despair clouding over your head until the Sorceress turns and looks over her shoulder at you.

“Well, hurry up. We must get back before sunrise.”

~*~

“Where’s your pup? I heard you finally put her in her place,” Sharon muses, leaning against the doorway to the King’s office.

James gives her a harsh glare.

“You will not speak of my wife that way. You forget that she is your queen.”

Sharon grinds her teeth together but otherwise says nothing on the subject, leaving James to remember only too vividly the pain of what happened.

He was wrong.

What he did was wrong and hurtful and terrible and he’ll never forgive himself.

He needed to make a stand, to show his council that he’s still the strong King they remember him to be, but he did it incorrectly.

Sure, he asserted his dominance with them, but he disrespected you. He disrespected your bond.

As soon as his meeting was done he all but ran to your chambers to apologize and try to make it up to you. He was prepared to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness, but Natasha told him she saw you and Wanda head into the village for a walk.

He’s been waiting for your return, and as the sun rises he’s growing more worried.

His soul hurts.

It aches with the pain he inflicted upon you, upon your bond.

He needs to fix this.

He needs to find you and repair this and mend it.

But, most importantly, he needs to stop letting this Beta whisper filth into his ears.

“You have given me counsel that I have not requested nor needed, and the consequences will affect the entire Kingdom,” he finally says, rising to his feet and bringing his gaze to the Beta.

She cocks her head to the side in confusion, “do your men not respect you more?”

“Do you realize what this means? What you may have caused? If word travels to Lothiella, the King and Queen will bring their daughter back and our Marriage will be terminated. This is grounds for war, in their eyes. You could start a war over a petty squabble with my wife due to your jealousy! I could never marry you, Sharon! Surely, you realize that? You couldn’t give me the pups I need, couldn’t give my Kingdom heirs. It is done and there is nothing more that will be said on the matter.”

His face is flushed and he’s drawing in heavy breaths after his outburst, but he means every word.

Sharon stands stoically by the door, the amusement in her eyes long gone.

“You are hereby removed from my council until further notice. If I or anyone else ever catches you near my wife, you will answer to me. Now, go. Leave me.”

She takes a deep breath then bows her head and turns to leave, bumping past Steve and Natasha on her way.

“What was that about?” The redhead asks, looking after her friend as she disappears down the corridor.

“Sharon has done nothing but encourage my temper towards my Queen and now we may have to answer to Lothiella for it.”

Steve and Natasha exchange glances before looking back at the King.

“What has been done?”

James takes a deep breath and turns to the window in his office, overlooking the garden.

“It does not matter what has happened. Is there any word of my Wife’s whereabouts?”

Their silence is answer enough and tension builds on the King’s shoulders.

“Send men into the Village to look for her. Ask the locals if they have seen her or her lady in waiting. If we have no word by sundown then I fear I must write to Lothiella.”

~*~

The warmth of the bath clings to your bones and you sigh softly, the feeling heavenly after such a long trek through the forest.

“Is there any way to undo it?” Wanda asks softly, her eyes on you.

You’ve already consumed the small vial of liquid that the Sorceress offered, and now you wait for the pain that she spoke of.

“The only way to reverse the effects is to strengthen the natural bond. But when Alphas find out what their Omegas have attempted, what they planned to do to the bond, they, more often than not, kill the Omegas before the spell can.”

Wanda nods solemnly and turns her gaze back to you, beyond worried for your health.

Though you say the bond has been broken, she’s seen how the King looks at you, how he truly cares for you.

The bond is not as weak as you try to convince yourself it is, but for some reason, she thinks you know that.

Warmth spreads through your veins, from your fingertips to the crown of your head and down to your toes.

It’s comforting at first, relaxing, even. But gradually it increases in temperature and the warmth becomes a fire, burning through your body and singeing your nerves.

“It has begun,” the Sorceress whispers, moving to your side to take hold of your hand.

You dig your head into the lip of the bathtub and give her hand a squeeze, grinding your teeth together and trying desperately not to let the pain show.

Your muscles tense and a cry of pain escapes your throat as the flames burn at the bond spot on your neck, shockwaves of pain radiating from the spot.

The fire is unbearable, and soon your body is covered in sweat.

Wanda and the Sorceress transfer you from the bath to the bed, and you writhe in agony, your inner Omega howling for the pain to stop, for her Alpha to come back and make it all better.

“Is she going to be all right? Is there anything that can be done?” Wanda asks desperately, watching as you drift in and out of consciousness, the pain too much to bear.

The Sorceress huffs out a sigh and slowly shakes her head.

“The bond is too strong to be broken without taking her with it. All we can do now is try our best to keep her comfortable.”

She rises to her feet and places a gentle hand on Wanda’s shoulder, “I am sorry. I cannot stay any longer, for my own protection. There is food and water here, enough to last a full moon cycle. After that, you will need to find provisions for yourself.”

Wanda nods, watching as the Sorceress gathers her belongings then leaves without another word.

You cry out softly in your sleep and Wanda feels a piece of her heart break.

The amount of pain you’re in is palpable, and she refuses to sit around and do nothing about it.

~*~

James jolts upright at his desk, hand clamping onto his neck as fire spreads from the spot.

“James?”

He shakes his head at Steve, squeezing his eyes shut at the intensity of the pain.

His eyes glow for a moment before returning to their regular steely blue colour.

“Where is she? My Omega?” He growls the question, Alpha instincts on red alert at the pain in his neck, the pain that must be coming from the bond, from you.

“Nobody has heard anything since the messenger was sent to Lothiella. We’re still searching the surrounding forest, but-”

James pushes himself to his feet and shakes his head angrily, dropping his hand and taking deep breaths through the pain.

“Gather my household guard and have them ready to ride. We find her and we do it now.”

“Where do you plan on looking? How do you plan on finding her when half of your men are already scouring every inch of the Kingdom?”

He shakes his head at Steve and growls, “she is hurt, in danger. She needs me. I can feel it. Someone is hurting her and I need to find her.”

Steve huffs out a sigh but bows his head, following his King and ready to search for you.

[siriuslyapuff]

when i kissed the teacher (m.mcgonagall)

the one where her mother does it first, and 20 years later she does it too

Everybody screamed

When I kissed the teacher

May 1979

"Phia! Hurry up we're going to miss the boats!" Ophelia Lovegood paused on her way towards their transfiguration professor.

"One second Lil's," she called to the redhead, "I gotta say goodbye to Minnie!"

"Five galleons she doesn't do it." James Potter muttered, looking at his best mate.

"Five galleons she does," Sirius said, smirking at his girlfriend's figure ahead of them.

"What are you two betting on?" Lily Evans asked, a small scowl across her features.

"Nothing Lilyflower," James swung an arm sound the redhead's shoulder. "Just watch."

Ophelia Lovegood stopped in front of her head of house a cheeky smile plastered across her pale cheeks. 

"Yes, Miss Lovegood?" The professor raised an eyebrow.

And they must have thought they dreamed

When I kissed the teacher

"Just wanted to say goodbye Minnie!" She wrapped her arms around the professor, "and say thank you for everything, I love you, Minnie."The normally stern woman has a soft expression on her face as she patted the blonde girl's hair, hugging her back.

"You're very welcome Miss Lovegood." They pulled apart, both oblivious to the expectant boys watching them.

Without warning, Ophelia grinned and pecked McGonagall on the mouth before bolting toward the boats. Leaving the Scottish woman in a state of unbridled shock. She stared as the blonde pushed past hoards of people to reach the docks.

When I kissed the teacher

Couldn't quite believe her eyes

"See you soon Minnie! I'll miss you!" She shouted, diving into a boat with Marlene McKinnon who was laughing so hard she was crying.

"Oi! Minnie! Trying to steal my girl?!" Sirius smirked, sauntering over to the, still, very shocked professor.

She looked like a fool

Nearly petrified 'cause she was taken by surprise

"Sorry, Siri! Minnie is my one true love! You've been replaced," Ophelia taunted, grinning. The two Gryffindor boys both kissed their teacher on the cheek before running to catch up with the rest of their friends.

Minerva McGonagall shook her head, "finally, I can get some peace and quiet." She sighed, waving at her favorite students as they departed for the last time. But she'd miss the Marauders, that is until their kids came along.

As I held my breath

The world stood still but then she just smiled

May 1998

What a crazy day

When I kissed the teacher  

"Come on Haribo! The boats wait for no one!" Asterope Black, the spitting image of her father, grinned, dragging an amused Harry Potter behind her.

"Miss Black! Slow down! It is not a race." Minerva McGonagall looked at the pair, attempting to be stern, but a fond smile had begun to slip through the cracks.

"Sorry, Min-Min! I'm just excited to ride the boats again." The girl threw her arms around the professor she saw as a grandmother. "I'll miss you so much! I can't believe my seven years with you is over!"

The professor smiled softly at the girl, the girl who reminded her so much of her mother. And exactly like her mother, all those years ago, Asterope leaned up and pecked the teacher on the lips.

"By Min-Min! Have a good summer!"

All my sense had flown away

When I kissed the teacher

    Harry looked at the professor with an apologetic expression as he was dragged away toward the boats.

"Bye Professor, see you around."

"Asterope Eris Black!" Hermione screeched once they reached the boats. "What were you thinking?! That was highly inappropriate!"

"Whaaaat?" She grinned, "Mum told me to do it!"

Hermione gasped, "Mrs. Black told you to do that?!" She looked positively scandalized. She could see Sirius Black telling his daughter to do that, but Mrs. Black? The woman who always made her tea, to chat about books over? 

"Yeah! Dad told me mum did it on their last day! I've been waiting seven years to carry on the legacy." The dark-haired-girl, who looked so very much like her father, smirked, that same troublemaker smirk. “And mum told me to carry on the tradition!”

Minerva McGonagall watched from her place at the docks as the two girls bickered, shaking her head, of course, it was Ophelia and Sirius's idea. She expected nothing less from a child of the most mischievous Marauders.

Asterope waved as the boats left the docks, smiling with tears in her eyes, blowing one last kiss to her favorite professor.

I was in the seventh heaven

When I kissed the teacher

[littlemissnoname13]

Stillness (D.M)

Summary: Where Draco makes a blubbering fool out of himself while attempting to make amends with his old roommate after learning something new at his regular therapy session.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none except mentions of food and some swears. He owns a cell phone in this au.

A/n: I have had this in my drafts for months now. Also I’m editing this on the side of the road outside my office coz priorities. This is not proofread

Reblogs and feedback are always welcomed :)

Words: 1500 ish

Masterlist

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“Did you manage to speak to your father for five minutes, just like we discussed in our last session?”

“No.” He scoffed absentmindedly as he attempted to juggle his healer’s paperweight in his hands. She had the weirdest nicknacks lying around in her cosy little office. His favourite had to be those things called stress balls. She had quite a few of them and it helped him with his fidgeting and leg bobbling that seemed to come  naturally every time he was forced to talk about his so-called feelings. 

“Did you at least try?”

“I apparated to the entrance of Malfoy Manor…” Draco shrugged, getting comfortable on her sofa. “If that even counts.”

“Did you go inside?”

“No.”  He yawned wondering why she made him do all these things. Just last week, she made him come up with a list of toxic traits in a human being. He did make the bloody list, but the whole time, he felt as if he was describing no one but himself. 

“I see.” She commented, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose and scribbled something on a notebook with her quill. “Tell me more about the Manor Draco.”

“Well, I haven’t seen it since after the war so I don’t think I can be of much help.” He muttered, fluffing the pillow behind him to get more comfortable. He was going to be there for another forty-five minutes so it was only appropriate that he made himself feel at home. 

“Where did you move to after the war, Draco?”

“Oh, I got a flat near Diagon alley.”

“I see.” His healer nodded observantly. “Did you live alone in this flat?”

“No.” He said quietly and reached for a stress ball that was on her coffee table. The flat was a touchy subject for him so he’d carefully sealed it in a cabinet in his mind. No one had asked him about the flat in so long that he was pretty sure that the cabinet had probably collected dust and cobwebs. “No I didn't.”

“You had roommates?”

“Room mate.” He corrected her, pressing the stress ball that looked like a globe in his palm. It felt like squeezing the world in a way and it was ironic considering it was usually the other way around. The world crushed him. 

“Tell me more about this roommate of yours.”

“I met her right after I graduated from Hogwarts actually. I was looking for a place to live in after moving out of the Manor and she was looking for a flatmate.” His expression suddenly became wistful, like his mind was taking him back to a time that was a little bit blissful. 

“And?”

“Sometimes, I crave those vanilla mascarpone tarts she used to make.” He mumbled to almost himself before reaching for his mobile phone. Of course, he wasn't allowed to use his cellular while the session was still on but as if he cared about the rules. “Vanilla mascarpone tarts near me…” Draco mumbled out loud as he typed into his phone. 

“Mr. Malfoy.”

“One second..”

“Mr. Malfoy.” His healer’s voice came in loud and crisp. She managed to sound assertive yet oddly calm about the whole situation. Her expression remained perfectly neutral. 

“Right..Sorry.” He apologized sheepishly and chucked his phone away. “It's just those tarts...I was craving some last night too.”

“Do these cravings happen often?”

“Only every other day.” He admitted, reaching for the paperweight again. 

“Do you think about your old roommate often?”

 “I dunno. Maybe,” He sighed, as the paperweight fell from his hand and rolled under the couch. “Let’s just say that my home felt a bit more homely when she was my flatmate.”

“How come?”

“She loved those soy candles, was a bit private about her own room but took great joy in making our shared living space aesthetically pleasing. I remember this one time we spent hours at this place called IKEA, pretending to be a married couple looking for furniture for our future home.”

His face suddenly fell but he decided to push through anyway. These memories were much more pleasant compared to his memories of Voldemort and the Manor. 

“And?”

“I fell in love with her that day…when we got back home and attempted to assemble the coffee table without instructions. It felt safe with her, you know. I hadn’t felt that way since after the war.” He shrugged nonchalantly. A few weeks ago, he would have gouged out his eyeballs than talk about love. But they’d covered the topic of love before and now he was more comfortable talking about it. 

“Did you tell her how you felt at the time?”

“No.”

“What did you do?”

“I moved out the very next day because it felt like I was letting my guard down. It was like placing my heart inside a box with a bow on it and handing it over to her.” He shrugged, trying to keep a straight face. Sure, he could talk about love but she was still a touchy subject. “It felt like I was no longer in control.”

“So do you feel like you are in control now?”

“No.” He glared at his healer, suddenly feeling a bit mocked. 

“What do we know about sharks, Draco?” The healer asked, carefully sipping her glass of water, looking like she hadn’t asked him the most random question ever.

“Sharks are cool.” He shrugged, wondering if his healer needed a healer herself. 

“Although scientific research suggests that it's a myth, it is often said that sharks have to keep swimming for survival.” She remarked, in her assertive but calming voice again. “Are you a shark, Draco?” 

“What?!” He looked up at her, bewildered. 

“Tell me, are you a shark?” She repeated, looking like she herself found her question funny, like it was a running inside joke she had with herself. 

“Obviously not.” 

“Exactly.” 

“What does that even mean?”

“You are no shark Draco. You don’t need to keep swimming to survive.” She handed him another stress ball she had conjured with her voice suddenly gentle. She almost reminded him of his mother. 

“Don’t be afraid of the parts of you that seem to come out in the stillness.” 

~~~

He decided to take a walk home instead of using the floo network. It was a lovely day and as luck would have it, a bakery down the road sold freshly made vanilla mascarpone tarts. 

He handed the old man behind the counter his money and left the shop in a hurry to take a ginormous bite of the sweet treat. 

Just like he imagined it to be, the tart was decadent and melted right into this mouth. The shell was perfectly crispy and he was positive the vanilla was freshly sourced from vanilla bean pods. 

He took another bite and this time, it didn't leave him feeling satisfied. If anything, it left him with something to be desired. It was like the tart was just missing something. 

“Don’t be afraid of the parts of you that seem to come out in the stillness.” 

His healer's words echoed in his mind as he took a third bite. Halfway through swallowing, he remembered the taste of the tarts she used to make. Sometimes she used vanilla extract instead of the pod and sometimes she’d mildly burn the tart shell. 

He wasn’t capable of understanding why he liked the taste of her tarts better, but he knew one thing for sure. Those vanilla mascarpone tarts made him feel like he was finally home. 

After his final bite Draco allowed his mind to still. Maybe his healer had a point because all of a sudden, the cabinet where he stored his memories burst open. 

Maybe he was overwhelmed, Maybe he was confused. He didn’t know. 

All he knew was that he’d have to make one last push, he’d have to make one last swim to the shore, until he was home again. 

He’d never apparated so quickly in his life before, it made him feel like he’d stuck his head into those muggle monstrosities called washing machines. 

And when he finally reached, he knocked and he knocked and he knocked. 

“Coming!” She called out and he suddenly had the urge to turn around and make a run for it. Change his name, fake his death. Maybe he could dye his hair black. 

“Draco?” 

She was just as beautiful as the last time he saw her. A lot more beautiful actually. Her hair was styled differently and she was wearing a white coloured button up that was far too big on her. Was that his? Wait, is she baking?

“What do you want?” she folded her arms defensively. 

“I know it's random but I came here to tell you that I  don't want to keep swimming!” Draco crouched down to the ground and placed a hand on his chest to catch his breath. He was gasping for air and he could barely get any words out of his mouth. “I am not a shark.”

She held the door frame with both hands and cocked her head to the side to eye him from head to toe with an amused look on her face. 

He knew he was probably the last person she wanted to see after how he’s left. Still, he had to try and make things right. He owed that much to himself, he owed that much to her and that IKEA coffee table she still seemed to have. 

“You are not a shark?” She deadpanned as he slowly stood back up on his feet again. 

“Yes!” He exclaimed. “I am not a shark and neither are you.”

“I am not a shark?”

He realised that his message was completely lost in translation. For all he knew, she probably thought he had lost his mind or suffered significant spell damage. It sounded so much better when his healer said it. Fucking hell. 

He closed his eyes and took a drawn out breath till he felt his diaphragm expand to its full capacity. 

He had one shot. He had to get it right. 

“Look, I know what I did was wrong and stupid and cowardly. I shouldn’t have left the way I did and I know I can't take it back.” He kept his eyes fixed on hers as he said his while his left hand reached for hers. “And I completely understand if you never want to talk to me again but I have to tell you this.”

“Tell me that I’m not a shark?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I have to let you know that you felt like home to me. I loved everything about this apartment, down to the soy candles. I loved everything about you and it terrified me.”

“You lost me at the shark thing.” She said softly, trying to maintain a rigid expression but her eyes were glassy. She couldn’t hide anything in those expressive eyes of hers. 

“It sounded so much better when my healer said it!” He groaned, frustrated.

“Why don't you come on inside and explain it to me then?”

“Are those Vanilla Mascarpone tarts?”

“Yes, Draco.” She laughed. “Yes, they are.”

~~~

Will sort out my tag list when I get home 😭. I’m a mess.

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[ggukkiereads]

Hello!! Just a few days ago I stumble upon your blog and I'm wondering if you have some recommendations for Hybrid AUs, much appreciated if it is an OT7 and completed, but if so I will still be so thankful. (I just need some cure from the stress that modules brings) Thank You in Advance (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

🌷 Hello! welcome to my mini fic-reading land. I’ve actually received asks for Hybrid AUs (I pinned the requests in the navi) but I just have a very messy draft.

But to help you with your stress, I think I can share a few of my ongoing reads (sorry they won’t be complete but they’re OT7). But, I added completed ones I could remember too (●'◡'●)

*note: will edit this later and organize this per member - maybe add other fics I’ll remember*

Fic Recs | BTS Hybrid AUs

→ A Place Called Home @agustdakasuga -  OT7 x Reader

series [27/27] | 88k | Hybrid AU, Poly AU, Soulmate AU, Romance Humor | Fluff

Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

→  If I Can Never Give You Peace @candlewaxandp0lar0ids - Jungkook x Reader

series [3/?] | 17.6k+ | Mafia AU, Enemies to Lovers | A (so far)

It starts like quite a few stories do, in your world. Girl meets boy, who happens to be a hybrid, girl buys him at an auction where hybrids are sold, boy falls in love with her, girl gets bored of him. Then it’s not so typical anymore, when the boy ends up forced into illegal fighting rings, until he makes a wrong move and her father decides he needs to be killed.

Where does that leave you? Well, you’re the one who handled Jungkook’s fight and generally organized his life, and, when the girl’s father, your boss and mafia leader, tells you he wants him ‘put down’, you’re the one who has to get it done. Except, instead, you let him escape, and everything turns out fine.

🌷ggukkienote: I am so hooked on this (because I am a sucker for Mafia AUs too). This is such a great story and the OC is really different from the usual OCs. Very interesting.

→  Eunoia @wishesunderthestars -  OT7 x Reader

series [15/?] | 100k+ (I just assumed this, masterpost doesn’t have wc but it’s 6k per chapter or more?) | Director!Reader, hurt/comfort | fluff, eventual smut

You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job. You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness ins’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?

→  Restitution @cloudteawrites - OT7 x Reader

series [7/?] | 48k+ | slow burn, poly, mystery, romance

when an estranged uncle leaves you his massive fortune you wonder if the universe is playing a joke on you. when that fortune comes with seven hybrids, you know for sure that it is.

→ Lacuna @barbika1508 - Jungkook x Reader

series [42/42] | 324.3k | Hybrid AU, check for TW | Fluff, Angst, Smut

Lacuna - (n.) a blank space, a missing part

Y/N just wanted to go back home, to enjoy her peace and quiet away from problems and people. But typically, her luck strikes as she stumbles upon a horrific scene of two guys mistreating an already beaten down hybrid. Will she take matters into her own hands and help him? Or let someone else help along the way???

🌷 This is on AO3 and I got a recent ask about author’s tumblr.  So if you prefer AO3 you can check their profile

→ A Hundred Percent Human by wrienne- OT7 x Reader

series [12/?] | 88k+ | Hybrid AU, fluff, angst, smut |

In which you (reader) are forced to take care of seven hybrids in a twist of fate. Drunk and down on life, you finally decide to deal with the house and the unsavory business your mother left behind. However, to your shock, you find that seven very different hybrids are included with both the house - and the business. Seven hybrids you never even met before - even less agreed to take care of.

🌷 This is on AO3. I don’t normally reco AO3 since my blog is focused on tumblr fics but someone sent an ask about this so I’m including it

→ Inferiority Complex @starlightauroras-writes - Jimin x Reader

series [10/?] | 88k+ | political themes, themes of abuse (hybrids) | A, S

You had never liked hybrids. You disagreed with their very existence, and you never wanted to have anything to do with them. And then one day, you discovered a hybrid who was more scared of you than you were of him, and everything changed as you realised you were the only hope he had…

→ Sanctuary @chimchimsauce - Jimin x Reader

series [16/16] | 20k |  Wolf Hybrid!Jimin, Barista!OC, feat sanctuary staff Taehyung, hurt/comfort | F, A

YN is a young girl, bright and ambitious, but due to her busy schedule, she's been unable to make any real friends. When an ad for Saint Mary's Sanctuary catches her attention, she never expected her life to be changed by a certain hybrid named Jimin.

→  Summer Nights @marginalmadness - Jungkook x Reader

series [4/4] | 23k | Hybrid!Fantasy, Romance | F, S

A freak weather anomaly leads to a chance encounter with a rabbit-hybrid, and your kind nature results in you gaining a small, fluffy lodger, who questions your taste in television shows. It’s won’t be for long...will it?

→  Risk it All @/httpjeon - Jungkook x Reader

series [5/5] | 8.3k  | hybrid au, alpha wolf!jungkook | A, F, S

ripped from your family, you find yourself in a warehouse filled with predators. just your luck, you’re right across from a caged alpha wolf.

🌷 (I linked Chapter 5 because for some reason others couldn’t find this chapter so they thought it’s still incomplete)

→  Outro Love is Not Over @kiirokero - Hoseok x Reader

series [12/?] |  Daycare Teacher!Hoseok x Single Mom!Reader

You are the single mother of a beautiful 6-year-old golden retriever hybrid who you named Yunho.  But you’re a human.  You can’t show him the ropes of being a hybrid, and you can’t teach him things the other moms can.  So, when a handsome German Shepard hybrid comes into your life, helping you and guiding Yunho in a way you can’t, you can’t help the cozy home he sets up in your heart.

→  It Takes Two To Make A Thing Go Right @imaginethisbts - TaeKook x Reader

two shot [2/2] | 11k | dom/sub themes, heat cycles | S

What’s better than one dogboy lover? Two dogboy lovers. But when Tae and Jungkook seem unusually clingy, it can only mean one thing. That time of the month has snuck up on you and your dogboy lovers do not want to share.

🌷 Also try their other Jungkook hybrid series Out of the Blue

→  Peculiar Park @daydreamindollie -  OT7 x Reader

series [9/?] | 38k+ | imagines, slice of life | Writer!Reader, Psychologist!Reader, imagines | fluff

you’re a successful hybrid writer and psychologist who takes in seven hybrids on one stormy night after finding one of their pack stealing from your garden

→ Yeouiju @nomseok - Namjoon x Reader

one shot | 33.7k | Mythical AU, Hybrid AU (if you squint), suspense | A, F, S

you find an ancient stone in the middle of the mountains and bring it home with you, oblivious to the consequences of taking a dragon’s yeouiju.

→ Beautiful Stranger @/nomseok - Taehyung x Reader

one shot | 19k | circus AU | A, S, F

your dream is to take care of animals for the rest of your life in the big city, making sure that they’re cared for. but you stumble upon a malnourished, rare tiger in your local circus, and you can’t help but want to take care of him.

→ Evolution of You and I @readyplayerhobi - Jimin x Reader

one shot | 10.2k | kind of epistolary (letters), chat, childhood friends | F

For 15 years, Park Jimin has been in your life in some form. From childhood penpal’s to the closest of friends now, you can’t imagine your life without him even if you’ve never actually met him in person. It doesn’t help that you’ve fallen for him, even across the distance that separates you. But what happens when you finally meet up and you discover he’s been keeping something secret?

→  Fish are Friends @httpjeon - Taehyung x Reader

one shot | 10.2k | seahorse hybrid!taehyung | A, S, F

after moving to the seaside, there is a dreadful storm. when all is clear, a man washes up on shore…only he isn’t quite human.

🌷 you know seahorses mate for life and it’s the male that gets pregnant? Interesting huh

→  Pink Panther @gimmesumsuga - Seokjin x Reader

one shot | 13k | boss-employee | F, S

The one where your boss, Kim Seokjin, tries to show you how beautiful you are.

→  Ragdoll @ausblack - Jimin x Reader

series [17/17] | Hybrid AU, College AU | F, A

As you were studying to obtain your medical & veterinary degree, your professor came up with the idea of organizing an internship - where you found yourself side by side with a sick hybrid that needed nothing other that complete care.

→  Jagged + Catnap  @opaljm - Jimin x Reader

one shot + sequel | 18k |  jaguar/black panther!jimin, sand dune cat!reader, mutual pining, friends to lovers, established relationship (sequel)| S, F, slight A

The pretty little sand cat hybrid Jimin has been in love with for the past year experiences her first heat and Jimin would love nothing more than to be the one to guide her through it and breed her with his kittens.

🌷 there’s also a possible spin-off for Taehyung (Eye of the Tiger)

→  Owner @jessikahathaway - Jungkook x Reader

series [6/?] | 17.4k | Fake Dating AU, Hybrid AU, based on Kimi Wa Petto (Japanese anime) | F, S, A

With your mother hounding on you (no pun intended), you decided to get a little help from a hybrid, who was also in need of assistance.

→ Loving Him Was Red + Somewhere Only We Know @userseok - Jungkook x Reader

series [3/?] | 12.8k+ | enemies to lovers, childhood friends (sorta), college au, jock!jungkook, unrequited love (for OC) | S, F, A

you’ve been chasing after jungkook for years. after a harsh verbal altercation between both of you, you decide to leave him alone and pursue a relationship with someone who seems genuinely interested in you, thinking he would never return your feelings.

I would like to recommend the catalog of these writers:

@ditttiii - so I realize I’m following them on AO3 when I realized the fics looked familiar 🤭. They have an ongoing series called Enchanted to Meet You which you might want to check out if you like Soulmate AUs too! I recently reblogged a Jungkook two-shot comfort fic (hybrid au too) so I recommend going through their masterlist!

@aroseforyoongi - who I discovered because of Gossamer (KTH). It was completed but I think it’s up for re-write/re-post? You can try the others:

Navy Blue - Jungkook [completed]

Forever Yours - Yoongi [one shot, prequel to Navy Blue]

Let Me Love You- Jungkook [one shot]

@magicalsalamander - another favorite author of mine I just feel like I’m reading a great tale every time I start on a series or one shot. They have great fics with supernatural themes too

Rabbit on the Moon - Jungkook | if you’re in the mood for police officer Jungkook [6/6]

The Act of Persuasion - Seokjin | if you are in the mood for Single Dad AU x Arranged Marriage too [one shot]

Firefly that Guards the Fox - Taehyung | if you are in the mood for mystery [11/12 - just epilogue left]

Kitten’s Little Flame - Yoongi | if you like BF to Lovers between dragon and a cat [6/6]

There’s more so please check their Masterlist

@hollyhomburg - I just love Of Fire and Love (hello dragon!yoongi and baby!jungkook? 🥺) But you can check:

their masterlist of all their hybrid fics

Dance to This series which I’ve added to fic recs based on an ask about stories that include members/readers with disability.

Don’t care if it Hurts - Jimin | this is probably my favorite (again I’m a sucker for Mafia AUs) , guard dog hybrid!jimin [12/13, just epilogue]

@angelicyoongie - I got hooked after reading their stories on AO3 but they have tumblr too! Check their masterlist for ongoing hybrid fic (Abundance - OT7)  but these are completed ones:

Desolate - Yoongi, grumypy cat hybrid [14/14]

Out of the Woods - Namjoon, wolf hybrid, strangers to lovers [3/3]

@worldwidebt7 - if you like webtoons! I read parts of Jungkook’s webtoon and I think currently we’re on Yoongi’s story. Access it here

@jincherie - One of the first hybrid fics I remember encountering is Inheritance (MYG). Other fics:

Perihelion - Hoseok, college, roommate, enemies [2/?]

Butterfingers - Namjoon, teacher au, this is cuuuute READ IT if you’re looking for something fluffy [one shot]

4 o’ clock - Taehyung, single dad au (I included this in the singel dad fic recs too) [3/?]

Under the Bridge - Jungkook, found jungkook under the bridge [one shot]

@whitesparrows97 - a writer I discovered because of a Yoongi soulmate fic but I found that they also have other hybrid fics:

Cat’s Cradle - Yoongi, bestfriend [5/5]

Underdog - Taehyung, shifter, brought home what she thought a stray dog [5/5]

@foxymoxynoona - and what would my reco be without foxymoxy? So they have tumblr but their works are on AO3. I’ve listed their current works here but I didn’t include their completed works which are must-reads:

Sugar Fairy - Jungkook, mating, adopted hybrids [48/48]

A Sea of Indigo - Jungkook, ex-fighter [48/48] ⭐⭐⭐

@therealmintedmango - They have a whole masterlist of their hybrid!au fics. I recently finished Kingdom Come and I always remember Jimin from King (for some reason)

@joonbird - check their Zodiac Hybrid Masterlist of one shot per member

There are more (usually one shot per member) but I’ll probably put them in another Fic Rec List for Hybrid AUs. Sorry this list is kind of all over the place (not even organized per member 🤭). But good luck with your modules and I hope these help!

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[static-fanatic-1]

Hayu~!

I love your writings and your blog, sweatheart!. Can i ask you to do HC about Adultrio and omegaverse? Like how would they react when their omega is in heat, or something like this

Thankss~! ❤

(Ps. Sorry for my bad English)

I’ve been wanting to do something like this for a while!!! <3

Omegaverse Hisoka w/Darling:

His scent would be something along the lines of rose water and sugary bubble gum. It’s sweet, but not too over bearing, a really weird scent for an alpha. Maybe it is misleading?

Oh god, any of these guys being alphas would be awful, each one for a different reason too. In Hisoka’s case, he becomes more of a hunter than ever before, more of a blood thirsty predator that lusts over tearing omegas and betas to peices. He loves watching them writhe and cry and beg for mercy as he tears off their limbs, and the terrible scent they give off somehow makes him even harder. He especially loves Omegas, even when there are so many laws protecting them.

When he meets you, it is terrifying. At first he was going to simply kill you, omegas are rare and it would be so fun to make you cry. But he changes his mind once your heat accidentally starts early. Your on your way home, he’s watching from afar, and the moment you pass through an alleyway it starts.

That’s the final straw, his bloodlust was already so high, so your heat pushed him into an intense rut. He is shaking when he acts like a gentleman, telling you he’d kindly take you home where you will be safe. Despite his intense bloodlust, he still has some form of self control, but the moment you let your guard down it all melts away.

That’s kind of how he bonded you, and somehow he decided not to kill you. Maybe it was because he couldn’t help but bond you while he was in his rut? Probably. The moment was just too intense.

Surprisingly, he isn’t the worst alpha (after that first incident and the fact you are stuck with him against your will). He scents everything you wear to make sure others know who you belong to, he gets you any nesting materials you want/need, and he makes sure you are comfortable. He doesn’t even force omega stereotypes on you, so you are free to do as you wish.

He lets you out as long as you don’t run away, he makes sure no alpha does any funny business, Hisoka even takes care in making you physically comfortable. Dare I say he is... a good alpha?! I mean he defiantly has growing room but he is far better than many alphas you’ve heard in stories. He is absent often, so that is probably a big reason as to why he is so lenient.

Despite all the ups, Hisoka still has a tendency to mark you way too hard. He is sadistic, blood thirsty, and extremely obsessive. He wants the world to know you are his with scars and smell.

At least you have a comfortable nest, right?

Omegaverse Illumi w/Darling:

Illini smells like a recent rain, one where you can tell there was a heavy thunderstorm. There’s a hint of juniper in there too. It is fairly pleasant, but there is also an undertone of metallic iron. You can’t tell if it is from the blood on his hands or his natural scent.

He’s probably the worst out of all these alphas. Illumi is possessive, to him you are a precious treasure he doesn’t want to loose. A beautiful doll to dress up and mate with.

There wasn’t a really crazy way you guys met, it was simply a case of ‘that’s the one’. Illumi saw you and knew you were the perfect little omega for him. You didn’t exactly have a choice, running would only make things worse and there was no way you could fight back.

Your first heat wasn’t what you would call romantic. Your nest felt wrong with what was available, he didn’t give you any personal space, and his scent was suffocating. He wouldn’t take no for an answer and he made sure he knotted you and stayed there. He wanted pups so he was going to get pups.

Life after that wasn’t much better. You had the duties of an omega, cooking, cleaning, nesting, welcoming your alpha home, everything typically expected. At least you had help, so most of the chores you did very little of.

Once you started showing (it would happen eventually, he would even force your heat if he didn’t knot you the first time), your duties became simple yet strict. Follow the rules if you care for your life. His family isn’t too different, even the omega mother expected you to follow orders. No sympathy, don’t expect to get any.

Illumi is stoic, not really showing many emotions, but you quickly learn how he operates underneath that indifferent mask. Small smiles, slightly furrowed brows and pursed lips, half lidded eyes, all these small tells told you what he was thinking. His naturally strong scent helps too, it is easy to tell because it reflects his mood so well. Maybe a little bit of ash when he is irritated, or sakura when he is pleased. Either way, make sure you smell the air around him.

After one pup, he expects you to give him another one. You won’t be able to keep them long either. It’s a sad existence, truly, you are only an object of an alpha’s obsession. He makes sure you do your omega duties as well, at least you follow the rules if you don’t want to get hurt.

Don’t try to escape, it’s not worth the trouble when there is no way you could escape. He’s too good at finding and hunting down scents.

Omegaverse Chrollo w/Darling:

Chrollo smells like men’s cologne mixed with coriander and the pages of a new book. There’s a hint of honeydew too, calming and sweet but not too much to hide his calculating personality.

He is the middle ground, more on the side of Illumi compared to Hisoka. Chrollo is possessive, obsessive, and exteremly protective. Nothing comes in between you and him, not even the Troupe. This is way more apparent when you are his precious omega. His eyes and hands are always on you.

You were probably someone of some importance, the daughter/son of a rich individual, a collector, an antique shop owner, a book nerd, anyone. In the end, a simple interest shared between the two of you is what makes him spend the time to begin to get to know you. He would take it slow, using his charisma to gain your trust and manipulate you. After a while he decided to keep you. So when your next heat came along, he was there for you.

He made sure you had all the nesting material you could ever want. He took you to his floor in heveans arena to give you the privacy and comfort you deserve. He helped get you anything you wanted too. It was perfect, you were falling pretty hard too... so after you let him scent some of your things you invited him into your nest. Chrollo took care of you, helping you through your heat, marking your mating gland, and giving you the knot you begged so much for.

After that, everything went down hill. He still took care of you, but the possesiveness quickly began to show more and more. He wouldn’t let you leave, he wouldn’t let you meet any friends or family, he became the only person you would meet. By the time you’d realize how controlling he has become, it was too late. You had little independence left, and it was all in his hands.

He keeps you really close, scenting all of your things and baring his canines at anyone who looks at you the wrong way. No one messes with you. He loves you too much. Chrollo is a master manipulator as well. Even if you realize he is manipulating and gaslighting you, he will still find a way to make sure you do as he says.

Traveling around the world is normal. It’s annoying, but he makes sure you have everything you need in the end. A warm bed, a hot meal, and the best nesting materials. Chrollo doesn’t exactly want pups, maybe one to keep you with him, but that’s the only reason why. If he ends up with a pup it will be the Troupe that will take care of them most of the time, though they don’t mind. They love your little pup.

Chrollo never lets you leave his sight, your always in his lap while he reads and pets your thigh. Escape isn’t a realistic option.

[late-to-the-party-81]

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An Artist and an Engineer 🥰🍆A Stucky x Reader - Non-Powered AU (WIP)

A Place on Earth 🥰😭🍆A Starker Canon Divergent AU (Done) plus Drabbles

SamBucky Stories 🥰😭🍆🌑🌶 Post Canon Series and Character Celebration events

Checkmate 🥰😭🍆🩸🍑🌑🌶A Loki x OFC Canon Divergent AU (Complete)

Ojos Asi 🥰😭🍆🩸Joaquín Torres X SWORD Agent! Reader (Complete)

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I love you, then I hate you (and then I love you more) 🍆MeanDom! Steve x Sheild Administrator Brat! Reader

My beginning, my end, my everything 🍆😭🥰🩸Alpha!Nomad! Steve x Omega Reader

A little bit older 🍆😭🥰 DBF! Steve x Inexperienced Reader

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Chris Evans Characters

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Red, White and Royal Blue

All New 22 250/300 Follower celebration for me and @yarnforbrains

500 Follower Celebration All my little 'pass the parcel' and 'giftbag' drabbles

Kinktober 2022 Get your kink on this October

Challenge Yourself Challenge fics by others and drabble requests by me for my 1k celebration

Bucky Barnes Bingo 2023 Will I get a black-out this year? Yes!

Into an alternate Juni-verse 2023 A connect 4 mini- event

Hot Bucky Summer 2023 13 weeks of Bucky-based, sexy shenanigans

Stucky Bingo Round 5 Stretching my 'ship' wings and I got a black out!

Steve Rogers Bingo Round 3 Have I taken on too many Bingo's at once? Never! And I got another Blackout!

Build a Bucky Bingo Round 1 Another bingo? Why yes!

Into an alternate Juni-verse 2024 A connect 4 mini - event, again!

Stucky Geek Events Bingo Round 1 All the bingos!

Hot Bucky Summer 2024 More Bucky-based, sexy shenanigans? Surely not!

The music that we make A Bucky x reader mood board

Bullet in the gun A Stucky mood board

A Study of Seb A Sebastian Stan mood board

Save a horse, ride a cowboy (or two) A Steve x Reader x Bucky Cowboy AU mood board

Queen of all she surveys An Alpine and Bucky mood board

But what if we did? Lord Laufeyson x Governess Reader mood board with short blurb

Because she glitters you'll give her the world Mob!Reader x Sugarbaby! Wanda mood board with short blurb

The Champion’s Tribute Shrinkyclinks Stucky AU fibre art

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What if... I'm with you 'til the end of the line? Stucky Bingo Mood board with blurb

Trolling Steve Rogers Stucky Bingo Mood board with blurb

Art versus Science Stucky Bingo Mood board with blurb

[toutallyahoe]

Dear, you need to stop exposing yourself. How am I supposed to friendly bully you if you keep doing it to yourself? =P

jk, love you. Anyway, cause I have actually seen a RE2 playthrough and remember like maybe 5% of it, please do give me your nsfw thoughts on Leon.

pairing(s): leon kennedy x male reader

warnings: cursing, nsfw content ahead

a/n: cn, daeling, i literally am trying but unfortunately i have half a braincell and asdagjsjdkfjdjdfafa *sobs* 😭😭😭

but anyways, i think someone asked for my hcs on leon's kinks awhile ago but imma just compile it here like i did with ethan's as well 😌😌😌

also, i still havent finished re2 yet so adsgjskdkdksldkjfksjdjf

leon is affection starve (whether he admits it or not)

and that he has a bit of an abandonment issues

but anyways—

leon is affection starve. period.

he didnt knew it at first until you came along and made him feel love and adored for the first time in his life

this leads to him wanting more physical contact while having sex

as well as him having a praise kink

call him handsome, pretty boy or your baby boy and this man will go soft

just praise him please

or have your hands roam and touch his entire body while whispering praises on his skin

but back to the physical thing

leon needs to have your hands either hold his hips in place when you pound into him

press yourself close to him and remind him that you are right beside him please

leon adores getting praises as he gets fucked

mate pressing is definitely his favorite position btw

he just wants you close

leon is also very much into biting, not from zombies or anything, but he wants to be marked by yours

mark him as yours that when he wakes up in the morning and see the hickeys and bites you left on his skin

it makes leon smile and reminded what happened with the both of you the night before

leon loves you so much and will sacrifice everything for you

which is very sweet of him really

but anyways, more nsfw!!!

welcome home sex is a must due to leon not liking on leaving you alone

especially if leon comes home from a very long job and just wants to forget everything in the world besides you and fucking him hard

you both also mostly have sex either into the living room wall or floor because neither of you couldnt even wait to go to the bedroom

welcome home sex is much more desperate and passionate sex than the usual soft ones you guys do and it mostly a bit more kinkier as well

when you do managed to get into the bedroom though, its really just the same as you fuck him to the floor but at least its soft to slam him there lmao

anyways, teasing leon is fine

he is a bit into foreplay but just dont make it too long or else he'll go power bottom on you even if he is tired af and his body is begging for him to rest

but teasing, yes

teasing and commenting on leon for probably touching himself while he was away with the thought of you fucking him isnt really anything new to you both

leon wouldnt actually masturbate on a mission but he sometimes thinks about it and really tempted since he gets hot and bothered by thinking about you being there and help him blow off some steam

unfortunately for leon, you arent so reasons why the welcome sex is a must

you gotta make up for being too damn sexy to almost make him touch himself in a life or death mission you know!

also just edge leon's pretty ass that has him begging for you to let him cum and fill him up to the brim and make him reminded that he got fucked good please

leon wants to be filled by you and fuck him good that he'll remember it until he goes back for another mission

youre his fuel basically lmao

also, choking

just choking yall

leon gets off to you choking when you both get kinky

which isnt that rare tbh since most soft vanilla you guys do almost always ends with some nice spice added in the mix

anyways, leon loves the way your hands wrapped around his neck and occasionally squeeze to let him know youre in control

he just loves being breathless by you fucking him basically makes him turn on more

he is really into that

god, please choke him while praising how much of a good boy he is

in the end really, leon is just very happy to come back every mission with you welcoming him lovingly with a smile on your lips

[sirsharp-a]

Don’t you Think you’ve Done Enough? ❜

Summary:  Mates need to spend time together, otherwise they suffer. Warnings:  None, just good wholesome fluff.  Slightly suggestive towards the end, though nothing happens.

                                                         _____   【 🞮 】   _____

    He returned from the hunt in the foulest of moods, a persistent tremor rendering his left hand useless.  Though the operation had been a total success, his hunting faction bringing more than enough food back to last the creed the duration of their fall heat cycle, he felt woozy and tired, and as if he had little to show for his efforts.  He’d been out in the woods herding prey like sheep for the better half of a month at this point, but the exhaustion that he found so cumbersome had little to do with his body.

    Grace.  I want to see Grace.

    He swept swiftly into the tavern without pause.  Even as members of his creed turned to greet him, the Alpha filed quickly upstairs as if a gun was pressed against the back of his skull, following the scent of his mate with the dedication of a pirate following an old map.  As he crossed the short distance of the hall, opening the bedroom door abruptly, he felt the ache in his chest ease slightly.  She was already stood up, lazily dressed, what they’d deemed their blanket loose around her shoulders as she stared up at him with a relief so poignant that it looked as if she might cry.

    “Eddie.”

    “Come here,”   he replied hastily, closing the door behind him.  After a moment of thought, he clicked the lock  -  and he did so just in time to be ensnared by her arms.  

    The relief he felt was immense as she held him, her hands wandering over his form almost haphazardly, his own following suit as he bent closer to her height.  A gloved hand curled along the back of her neck, talons curling into golden tresses, his other finding her face.  Their first kiss after a month of distance was sweet but rushed, and the faint taste of death on his tongue did nothing to stop her from clutching to him, heart hammering relentlessly against her rib cage as her body arched into his.

    “You’re back,”   she whispered, nuzzling his nose briefly before he stole another kiss.

    “I’m back,”   Edgar affirmed,   “And I won’t be leaving again for quite some time.”

    The words made her whimper softly, hands insistent against his back as she began to tug him  towards the bed.   “I need you,”   she urged, relieved when he followed with similar intensity. They fell back into it as if pulled by magnets, a mixture of need and exhaustion washing over them like a wave as they wriggled into one another’s waiting grasp, legs tangling, hands clutching, bodies warm and wanting.

    For the first time in a long time, Edgar felt able to close his eyes and  sleep.

                                                         _____   【 🞮 】   _____

    He awoke some time in the early morning to Grace kissing softly at his neck.  Bleary-eyed and somewhat disoriented, the Alpha turned his head to look at the clock.  3:33.  The Devil’s Time.

    “Mnm…”   he mumbled, a hand splaying across her back warmly.   “When did you wake up…?”

    “A few minutes ago,”   she whispered in response, pulling back far enough to press a gentle kiss to his lips.  He melted wholly, eyes fluttering back closed.  He couldn’t see anyway;  even her outline was difficult to make out without any sort of aid.  Damn these old lye eyes.  I have a beautiful woman to see, you know.   “Did I wake you?”

    “Yes,”   he answered with a chuckle.   “But it’s alright.  I wish to be awake with you.”

    The shakes had subsided now., and the impending doom he’d been feeling for a week had faded into obscurity.  Now that he was in the arms of his lover, her generous warmth against him, he had no reason to feel uneasy.  Though he wasn’t tender by nature, he sought out her touch like an affection-starved pet, purring softly whenever her hand made contact with him.  All too willing to spoil him, her palms caressed and coddled, soothing the ravenous lust for attention with a dutiful brand of patience.

  “I’m sorry…”   she mumbled coyly, giving him yet another kiss.  Though she felt as if she was burning up, her lips were fleeting.   “I’m…  I’m wanting,”   she admitted, laying down on her side beside him once more, face close to his as she hooked her leg back over his hip, hugging his lower half close with her own.  The faint feeling of him breathing excited her even more, familiar scent rocketing her ever further into her lascivious desires.

    You’ve been too far away for so long.  Now I want to be close, so close.

    Coquettishly, the back of her heel rubbed along the tail end of his shin, the amorous aroma of need emanating from her as she attempted to push herself closer.  He welcomed her, albeit discreetly, his hand curling around her waist.

    “Don’t you…  don’t you want to?”

    “Mm, yes,”   Edgar whispered, heart beginning to beat hard.  When she leaned up to have their lips meet, he backed off tauntingly, a slight smile growing on his face.   “... I’d like to hear you beg too, though.”

    Quietly, she huffed.   “Don’t you think you’ve done enough?                                       I was lonely without you, you jerk.”

    Under normal circumstances, he would have held out;  would have forced her to tap into her lewd thoughts and bargain with him, but he simply felt too desperate.   “I suppose I have,”   he conceded, leaning in for a proper kiss.

[sugarakis-p2]

Master list

Going to be honest with you, because we have that kind of relationship. My personal life has gotten busy But I do try to put something out monthly. All content is very adult 18+. All is for entertainment and I hope you enjoy!

My hero academia:

I don't mind if you re-blog or re-post, but please give me credit. I work hard, I love my writing, I love the characters, and I love my readers.

BTW if your an artist and you've noticed I used some of your work, drop me a note and I'll give you credit or take it down whichever you prefer.

Moth Shigaraki

Broken wings- You're an accused witch nursing a monster back to health. F/M

Part 1 Part 2

The Stranger- Drury meets a stranger and becomes so enamored she doesn't see the the bad things that seem to follow with his appearance. F/M + M/F/F

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Hunted by the Sacred Order- Fluff sinnamon roll Shiggy. The new family are being hunted by the order while they try to build themselves into a real family. F/M

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Massacre at Circus train Desma - DARK AF, Midge is sold to the circus and she really loves the Mothman, he's the only real magic in her life F/M

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Premonition- Shiggy has a vision this is the only time he can have you, while you're asleep. F/M

Big Shiggy Daddy- Shiggy is taking his kid home, and you too. You can stay if you shut up and get bred. F/M 50 followers special!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Gamble- Shigaraki needs to create a new hive and wins a vicious little butterfly who can't fly but can run. Part of an epic series. F/M

Chapter 1: Butterfly

Chapter 2: Run

Chapter 3:Deals

Chapter 4: Bad Mate

High stakes and blood- Sequel to Gamble, Rebel has a new family while her old family needs her. How can she mesh the two worlds without digging up her past. F/M

Ch1: Runner

Ch2: New Deal

Ch3: The Letter

Ch4: Highstakes

Ch5: Big wins and loses

Ch6: The Fool

Ch7: Master Kai

Ch 8: Behind the curtain

Ch 9: Black Annis

Ch 10: Ripples

Ch 11: Blending

Ch 12: Thruple

Shigaraki's New Mate- Dark and dirty, You're a village girl traveling through a nasty forest when you and others are kidnapped by Moth men. It part of a epic series and has a sequel coming soonish! F/M

Ch 1, Ch2, Ch3,

Knight's End- A03 link cuz here is too censored! I'm sure I'm going to hell for this, the darkest, it's a prequel to shigs new mate. Graphic violence and sex. Not even going to post normal, you have to finger the link, so read at your own risk. Regina is a noble knight sent to kill a creature terrorizing the countryside.

All Knights and Day must die - welcome to being moth Shigaraki's favorite stress relief toy and key to getting in good with his people (insert high pitch squeal)! F/M

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 17.5

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Mommy!- Poor Shiggy, he needs a mommy to hump and piss on. F/M

I love you, Mommy! - Valentines day special! Learning to live with a marking mommy kink mothman aint easy F/M

Mommy needs me! - 500 special. Not easy living with a mothman manchild. You offer Shiggy NSFW if he doesn't kill the doctor F/M

Chapter 2- 700 special! thank you readers

Chapter 3- 800-900 special! Thank you reader! btw filled with heavy mommy love

Chapter 4 -1000k special -rescue time! read warning's.

Chapter 5-1100 special- Mommy is a real mommy now

Mommy needs me! Final Chapter-read the warnings :)

Your loss, my gain! - 600 special. You are a chubby sidekick who is determined to gain the respect you deserve. But you end up lost in the woods, being stalked by something that leaves gifts of pinecones and flowers. F/M

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Tomura Shigaraki

Kitty's milk -revenge sex against a cheating gamer F/M

In the alley with Shigaraki -Naughty gamer hit with a quirk and Shiggy is going to help if she begs F/M

Security: Shigaraki - Tomura insists you go on a job to prove yourself F/M

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Ravished-female yandere, Revenge sex against Shiggy, a dom/sub kinktober fest

The Love coffin Game- Shiggy is caught in a deadly game and needs to make a shy girl named Luna happy. F/M

Breaking bred- Kai and Shigaraki are two vampires who are trying to get along and what better way than sharing a hot meal together? M/M/M

Shigaraki's little songbird- He finds a sweet homeless girl he holds prisoner for singing and screaming. F/M

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Coffee and donuts - Yandere Shigaraki finds a cute chubby willing darling. F/M

Happy birthday from Tenko! - Chubby babysitter needs a present of Shigaraki's cum. F/M

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[4dtk]

hello, i hope you’re doing well! can I request holding hands 13, hugs 34, kiss 7 & 31, and touching 38 with johnny? the plot could revolve them finally deciding that it’s time they’re ready to try for kids since they just moved into a new place! thank you <

got carried away. enjoy LMAO

hand-holding, 13: linking hands together during sex

hugs, 34: hugging while grabbing butt

kisses, 7 & 31: passionate kisses, gentle stroking of cheeks

touching, 38: stroking their leg

warnings/tags: dom!johnny, sub!reader, fem!reader, breeding/impregnation kink, daddy kink, brief cockwarming, cunnilingus/oral (f receiving), fingering, missionary, mating press, vaginal penetration

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI!!!

"how’d you like the place, mrs. suh?" you can’t help but let out a smile at the honorific, leaning into his side at the stunning place you’d manage to get. taking inspiration from pinterest, the array of options for you was blinding, but soon you settled on a style that you could both agree on along with the carefully crafted furnishings you’ve chosen.

"it’s so sexy," you whisper with a laugh, looking around at the pristine kitchen counters and overhead lighting. you’re saying it half as invitation, and you smile knowingly when johnny turns it around to compliment you.

"ya know what else is sexy?" rolling your eyes, you turn to face him to see a lazy smirk stretch across his face. johnny says nothing more and leans in gently, taking your lips with his in a sensual kiss that shows no matter how cheeky he is with you, the love that’s gotten him wrapped around your finger is undeniably unconditional. in a way, it was literal, too where the silver band wraps around your fourth finger as a reminder of your shared love.

your husband pulls away just for a second, "for how many times i’ve came in you, i was sure i would’ve knocked you up by now." johnny has the pleasure to witness the malfunction of your brain, unable to form any words at the casual sentence he drops about fucking impregnating you. he coos and lets out a giggle when you try to pull away from him in embarrassment.

"you-! you’re really not shy saying those kinds of things?!" playfully you push him away, ignoring the turn in your stomach when he had murmured with a low voice. his apology came in the form of kisses along your forehead right up to your lips where you melt once again into his chilling embrace, fingertips as cold as the arctic while his body emanated warmth. you never understood his body temperature, but you couldn’t care much when his touches leave traces of electricity along your skin.

johnny walks you back, feeling around for the kitchen counter that he accidentally bumps you against. with a muttered apology said in haste, your lover captures your lips with his even more hungrily, using the strength in him to prop you up onto the counter. reluctantly, he pulls away again.

"aren’t you an eager one?" his hand strokes the legs that accommodate him, spread to hold him as close to you while his forehead rests on yours.

"how can i not? you’re so tempting without even knowing it…"

you sigh affectionately, "is it also as tempting as kids running around in our new house?"

johnny jerks back in surprise. "you… you want to try, now?"

with a hesitant smile, you reply, "i mean, why not?" you’re afraid you’ve said the wrong thing when johnny’s surprised look doesn’t let up, but soon you’re met with his contagious laugh, looking at you like you were the only thing to exist in his world. his heart’s never felt so warm before looking at you as it does right now and he has to hold himself back from taking you then and there.

"now who’s the eager one?"

you fail to shove him away, a grin plastered on your face as your cheeks flare up completely now, "bitch, you were the one who made the lewd joke!"

"it was a fact," you roll your eyes for the second time that night, pulling him in anyway to smash your lips with his. you're needy, unable to keep your hands off of him even when your skin is stinging from the cold temperature of the marble counters. johnny groans softly into your mouth, pushing onto your hips more and more to feel any form of friction with you.

he picks you off the counters effortlessly with a tight arm wound around your middle and lazy pecks placed onto your neck.

"do you think we'll get a noise complaint tomorrow?"

pursing your lips and shrugging was your answer, impatient with the countless questions and quips johnny liked to do during your sessions. "okay, okay, i'll shut up." johnny knows you like the back of his hand. it's an obvious feat, certainly, since you decided to say yes to his private proposal on the top of an observatory. under the stars, where they had given their blessing.

johnny knows you like the back of his hand in that way, too. and you forgot how fucking skilful he could be when duty calls.

you find your brows furrowed and your hand clutching onto the sheets for dear life while johnny's tongue relentlessly flicks against your clit. he eats like it's his last meal, both hands holding your thighs open. the warmth of his tongue makes you shiver, already feeling your slick leaking in between your cheeks.

obscene noises bounce off the walls of the new place, sheets already messy from your constant thrashing although everything else — the cupboards, the bedside table, the vanity — looked untouched. at least now you know this innerspring mattress was a good choice.

"you- fuck, johnny!" your moans only fuel your lover more, who settles into a more comfortable position, suctioning your bud into his mouth. your body twitches so much that you can feel the tightening of his grasp on your thighs, stilling you into a thrilling sensation of oversensitivity even before he's got himself buried in you.

"argh- fuck, fuuuck, mhnh-!" johnny swears his eyes roll back at the way you groan out multiple please's, which merges with the whimpers for him to go faster and deeper just as he sticks a finger in. your cunt clasps around the digit easily, mouth now speechless from how deep he reaches into you. "oh my god, j-johnny!"

johnny slips in a second finger, and a second later, a third which you easily welcome with your sopping pussy. he pumps all three into you at an agonisingly slow pace, half focusing on the lewd noises coming from below him and half licking up the arousal that lingers around his lips.

the hooded lids of his eyes stare up at you like prey, lowering his tongue back onto your clit. the combination makes you unravel, little mewls escaping your lips that contribute to the heat of the room.

"johnny- please fuck- please- can you fuck me now? c-can't-"

he shuts you up by sucking harder, causing your thighs to close in around his head. your pleas is not lost to him, but you're more focused now on chasing your high selfishly with how fucking good he's working his tongue despite the slow speed of his fingers.

"impatient." lick. "little." lick. "bitch." lick. he's loving every second where he doesn't give into you. "plus, you're gonna have to do more than that, honey."

"i-i need your cock, please, johnny!"

tut tut. "wrong name, baby." you whimper when his fingers slowly slip out, teasing your gummy walls by rubbing at your hole. you hardly can form any words, but you try your best anyway.

"c-cock, daddy- want your cock so fucking bad-"

"again."

sinking further into the delirious feeling of pleasure, you're willing to let go of any dignity just to have him deep in you, shooting loads and loads of his seed where there's no room for you to not get pregnant. "ah- d-daddy, please- i need your cock to split me open!"

"n-need your cum." the fingers halt, johnny's eyes are filled with you splitting your legs wider and wider. your hole is begging for him, clenching around nothing as it leaks more and more.

he hardly can contain his excitement, pants shimmied down to reveal his tight boxers. it's straining against his already hardened length, and he sighs in relief when he finally pulls the last remaining fabric down showing his tip that's angrily red, aching to be in you just by a few pumps of his hand. "all for you, pretty girl."

the name elicits a bashful smile from you, "need a suck, daddy?"

johnny caresses your sensitive sex gently, "'s okay, just wanna be deep in you. ain't that right, babygirl?"

you can taste him on your lips as he kisses you softly, a hand reaching up to stroke your cheek with a ghost of a touch. his eyes soften just a little before he nudges it into you, playing with your cunt just a little that deliciously clasps around the intrusion. a long groan leaves his lips when he finally gets deep into you, bottoming out in no time. smoothly, he slips an arm around your waist, supporting your arching back that grinds to feel more of him.

"that's right, baby, just like that. moan for me." his thrusts start out slow and you want to cum just from those few movements, his shaft brushing up against your walls so obscenely. your moans are like music to him, lips occasionally lingering at his ears where your repeated calls of daddy, daddy makes his thighs shake and his hips stutter.

you're certain you're drooling by now, trapping the man with your legs. his hips move quicker now, muttering praises that has your pussy fluttering around him and arms curling more around his neck. the line blurs more and more and all that's residing in your head is how good he feels in you paired with the wet pap, pap, pap of his hips meeting your cunt. gradually, the knot deep in your tummy tights like a coil, aching for release.

"god! j-johnny... you're so fucking deeep... hah-" with a tongue lolled out, you can only mumble short sentences, sometimes choked out in a sad attempt to call out to your lover. "ah- i am, a-aren't i? can't wait to- fuck- pump you full of my cum. want you filled to the brim, you'd like that, yeah?"

like a broken record, there's a chorus of yes's that leave you, at the thought of seeing your pussy struggling to take the many loads of johnny's seed as you whine and thrash at the way he'd push it back into you. and that's exactly what he plans to do.

he grunts when you tighten around him, jerking and transitioning into shorter, quicker strokes, desperate for release until he finally bursts. head buried in your neck, hot breaths littering your skin. you're not far behind, toes curling at the immense pleasure you're experiencing that when it comes, you shiver at the way you come undone, relishing in the way johnny spurts the warm liquid into you.

you're left to rest for a minute, his cock still buried in you. he can't get enough of you, he can never get enough of you. that's why he finds himself fucking into you again, the amount of rest not doing much for your sensitive body. it overwhelms you so much that you can't help but let your wanton moans fill the room, riddled with not a single thought.

"you feel so good around me, baby." johnny takes your legs, lifting them up from the previous missionary position. his cock delves deeper the same time he presses them into your chest, eliciting a shameless cry from you, begging him to move. "just to be certain, hm? gotta be sure that you're full of my cum — so i'd have the pleasure of seeing your belly swell up with my baby, your boobs full with milk."

"plus, i'm gonna need to be sure that i'm gonna become a daddy." using an arm to hold your legs down, the free hand grasps onto yours that's holding onto the headboard. he misses the first time, but catches your fingers in time with his thrusts.

"daddy... hah- please, you're filling me up so g-- so good!"

johnny groans, impaling you with his dick with a speed faster by the thousands compared to the previous round. with your legs tucked snugly to your chest, you can do nothing but plead with your eyes for any sort of relief.

"cum- cumming! cumming! jo- johnnyyy..." with a scream of his name, you're gushing around his length, head making a terrible indent into the softness of your pillows. your mouth grows lax, drool leaking from all sides of your mouth before the other's thrusts falter bit by bit. you take his cock to the hilt, balls twitching from releasing into you.

"fuck, baby, take it- take all of it in your pussy." he shoots another load deep into your cunt and you feel sticky all of a sudden, coming down from the intense high of the dizzying state you were always put in whenever johnny was in you. with a kiss to your twined hands, johnny murmurs out i love you to your fingers, planting another kiss on the silver ring that you donned.

weakly, you reply. "love you too, so much." although, you're confused when the other doesn't pull out.

"it's a plug. so i don't have to worry about you not getting a positive on that pregnancy test." you giggle at that. giving into him even when your legs return to their natural state. tenderly, johnny manoeuvres you onto your side, his still hard length resting in you and his hands move to your ass, squeezing it that makes you squeal softly. "it's a win-win. i get a baby, and you won't have to clean the sheets."

"oh my god," your words are littered with laughter, exchanging small talk with the slowly darkening sky with the promise of a little one and a lifetime with johnny suh, the man who'd given you the stars and the moon if you'd asked.