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poguestarkey · 5 months

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theo nott and TTPD: the anthology

i have no content or writing ideas so here's TTPD: the anthology songs that make me think of theo and IF i were to make a baby fic off them what it would be about

if any stand out particularly and u want me to write feel free to request :)

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fortnight (ft. posty) - 2 week whirlwind situationship w coworker!theo at the ministry shortly after the BoH (i actually kind of want to write this but unfortunately i do not have the time rn)

the tortured poets department - this is so theo coded in general but the typewriter line gives ravenclaw!reader who is the only one theo opens up to (who else decodes you?) but theo self sabotages (per use). second verse is sooo late night in the astronomy tower

so long, london - post grad!reader and post grad!theo, nasty breakup maybe 2 years after leaving hogwarts? after being together since like fourth year (very much hs sweetheart vibes, only have ever been w that person type beat) and then reader leaves london to go teach at ilvermorny or something.

fresh out the slammer - theo being reader's longtime hookup bud during hogwarts and then reader getting out of a long term relationship with some icky man like cormac and their first call (owl?) being theo (he's happily obliging)

guilty as sin? - i actually don't even know this song is just so sexy and so theo!!! like maybe enemies to lovers, mutual pining, reader realizing they're in love w/ h0rny for theo? but has "hated" him for so long they feel guilty about it (am i allowed to cry? about not being with him bc they have "no reason" to feel that way)

loml - gonna be mean but this is theo having a longterm partner throughout hogwarts and having all the convos about marriage and kids and then completely dropping them out of the blue following graduation and never speaking again (sorry)

the smallest man who ever lived - (this is easily my fave song and probably my favorite taylor song ever!) theo and reader having a secret relationship from 4th-5th year, going public right before summer prior to 6th year, and then theo breaking up w reader during the events of HBP (probably in like october so only a monthish into the year) (reader is unaware) and reader feeling completely betrayed (this bridge is SO SUPERIOR) and blindsided (cuz it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden)(lowk might write this one eventually too)

the black dog - the black dog = the three broomsticks hiiiii need i explain more?

imgonnagetyouback - classic teenage angst after a breakup, do u wanna fuck him or fight him? let's find out. this would definitely end in hateful breakup sex. probably in an empty classroom.

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus - i think unrequited love or mutual pining that was never acted on (maybe best friends?) growing apart and reader watching theo spiral knowing that part of their heart will always be attached to him

how did it end? - theo and reader being well known and engaged, calling off the engagement, and both of them only ever hearing "how did it end?" it's like in the title y'all

i look in people's windows - reader is always looking for theo in everything, even years after he left them. yeah it's depressing

peter - outside of the obvious, theo and reader breaking up at graduation, theo promising he would grow up and find himself then come find reader, goes off and lives his own life, never sees them again

the bolter - theo and reader both being avoidant attachment style and always finding each other. that's all!

thx for coming homies

#theo nott x reader #theo nott #ttpd #the tortured poets department #taylor swift

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sugxrslushy · 2 years

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➪ a/n: I am going through it today with h0rny shit lol, this was brought up by me in a server and ended up in this, it's technically 4/20 today so may as well post it. oh how I hate smoking yet the idea of shotgunning is so hot (also trying out new layout stuff)

➪ details: VERY SUGGESTIVE MINORS DNI//Sanji, Corazon & Smoker x gn!reader (separate)//w.c: 0.9k//warnings: smoking, cigarettes and heavily suggestive

He lets his head fall back, thumping ever so lightly against the headboard. His lips part, they’re still tinted red from kissing and shine in the dim light entering the room. A soft plume of smoke rises into the air as his chest falls, eyes closed calmly and body relaxing.

You squirm beside him, pulling the man’s attention to you. His eyes linger, examining every inch of exposed skin still slick with sweat, a sight that pulled him in like your body was singing a siren song. Eyes catching yours, he puts the cigarette back between his lips and hooks his finger in a come hither motion.

“Come here cutie.” He hums, shifting to face you. You move closer, skin against skin and your own eyes peering into his sea glass blue ones, shimmering just as beautifully. He takes a deep breath, chest rising once again and mouth full of smoke. His thumb brushes against your lips when he cups your cheek and leans in. “May I?” Little wisps of smoke escape his mouth and you nod.

His lips connect with yours, the taste of cigarettes already noticeable enough. You let your mouth fall agape, tilting your head with his as he breathes smoke into your mouth. Just a little, not too much to make you cough but you let your tongue slide together with his to indulge the taste. You both kiss, lazily tasting each other and kneading your lips together till you need more than just cigarette smoke in your lungs.

Sanji pulls away with a little gasp, fingers running through sweaty strands and admiring you. “I love you.”

It felt almost embarrassing sitting in his lap like this, clothes strewn across the floor and Corazon looking over you like you were the tastiest meal he’d ever laid eyes on. He slumps back in his seat, the lightest blush on his cheeks over seeing your gorgeous body, mouth agape with a cloud of smoke obscuring his face for a moment.

He doesn’t say much, he lets his own body do the talking as his hand moves over your skin to feel how soft you are against him. His other hand holds his cigarette in a dangerously loose grip between his fingers, rolling it slowly as little ashes fall to the ground. It’s painted red with his lipstick, just like your body.

“I must be the luckiest man on this earth.” His voice is low, husky and bordering on dark. Every word makes spirals of white smoke rise from his painted lips. Wrapping his arm around you, he pulls you closer in his lap and you can smell the smoke so much more, embedded in his fluffy black coat. “Such a beauty here in my lap.”

He sticks the cigarette between his lips one more time, half lidded eyes admiring you one last time before stubbing the cigarette out and tugging your face to meet his. He blows the smoke into your mouth in the midst of a kiss, a bit too much and it burns the back of your throat but the sweetly soft feeling of his lips pressed against yours diminishes it.

You sit there, lips connected and kissing softly for what feels like forever. Smoke swirls around you both, obscuring the corners of your vision but Corazon is all you can focus on. His sweet touch, his taste and his scent. He pulls away, slumping back against the seat and admiring you once again.

His thumb comes up to brush away the smeared lipstick on your own lips, a smile crossing his face. “You look so good wearing my color.”

The smell just from his jacket could make your head spin, a mix of cigars and his cologne that you’d bought him for your anniversary. It was a familiar scent, comforting and making you feel like you were wrapped up in his arms. You pulled it closer to hide your exposed body from the bitter cold air, bringing your legs up to sit comfortably on his desk.

But nothing matched actually being around the man, the corners of your lips curling up as Smoker lets himself sit up in his office chair. Seated between your legs, his large hands massage up and down them making you shudder, pushing the edges of the coat covering you up dangerously further.

He puffs at a cigarette, smoke curling up into the air and making your head dizzy. You let our fingers comb through his white hair, pushing it back from his face to get a good look. He pauses when your eyes meet, chewing on the butt of his cigar as he watches your own curious eyes intently.

He sits up, towering over you in an almost intimidating way. “Need something?” He murmurs deeply, his hands still creeping so high on your thighs. You don’t need to speak, what you want is as plain as day and he knows it. Smoker knew you like the back of his hand leaving words unneeded.

Dipping down, Smoker connects your lips with a billow of smoke leaving his mouth. You breathe it in greedily, your stomach twisting and hungry for him. Curling your fingers in his hair, you kiss him like you're desperate to taste him. The thick taste of his cigar is heavy on your tongue but so delicious, lips tingling slightly as presses more firmly into the kiss.

You both separate, smoke still whirling around you both and slowly disappearing into the air. Smoker smirks, cupping your face. “Little devil.”

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drdemonprince · 3 years

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i guess the thing i really dont understand about queer friend groups where everybody is fucking one another, or has fucked one another is, are most people attracted to the majority of their friends? or are most queer pppl just down to kinda fuck ppl they arent necessarily super viscerally into but just like, like as a person and a bud?

*j*sse sing*l voice* whats the deal with bud sex

im a very h0rny person but anytime someone starts talking about how they have fooled around w all their friends im like what the fuck how?

this has flummoxed me since like forever. in high school me and all my friends would get drunk in this girl Anita’s parents’ basement, and pretty quickly all my other friends would be wrestling drunkenly with one another, and stripping nude, and running around and making out etc. and the sexual tension in the room elicited in me such a visceral sense of unease and panic that i would pretend to be drunker than everyone else and slink off behind the couch and dissociate so hard from it all that i did actually pass out into sleep. like every single time.

and then in college similar things would happen too -- i’d go out with some friends to this big farm house in the country that belonged to one person’s uncle, and everyone would get drunk and start lightly flirting with one another, and i would run away to hide in a spare bedroom or the basement or once, literally, the closet.

a few years ago i was hanging out with a friend and he confessed to me that he was attracted to me, and thought he got the vibe from me that i was attracted to him as well, and he asked if i maybe wanted to fool around some time, if that was okay in the context of my relationship. i FROZE. flight or fight mode. total panic. i was not interested in this person. had never, ever thought of him in that way. and the fact he thought that i was made me feel insane.

so i immediately launched into this defensive placating spiral, saying im sure that if he got some kind of vibe he must have been picking up on something, i didnt want to invalidate his perceptions, but it wasnt conscious to me, and i didnt know, i didnt know, i wasnt really doing anything like that with anybody, and i did not feel safe hooking up with friends. i did not even feel safe directly rejecting him.

and he was chill about the whole thing and always has been since. but the pressure i felt in that moment, the panic that i would *have to give them something or risk being abandoned* hung over me for a long time afterward. thats always the feeling. and it is never rooted in the reality of the person or the friendship. but i just felt completely unmoored. because to be around someone is to be masked and trying to entertain them or keep things even keeled. cant even access what i want in those moments, unless i really really really trust the friend and am really close.

but then! once! this same friend was flirty with me in an explicitly dominant way -- they asked if they could slap me on the ass while i was wearing my deer tail and grab my ass. and i was like :ahegao face: OKAY. and it was cute. that was an important clue. and this friend has leaned into teasing me for being a little imp and gremblin in recent weeks in a way that feels like -- power dynamic adjacent. and that feels way safer.

a group of friends of mine have recently all started hooking up with one another and it just baffles me how that can just organically happen. like they’re all bi or pan and all switches and verse so they can all just kinda, fool around and it’s whatever. and i just cant imagine ever encountering a group of multiple people where i felt like that... i guess people like that can just, have sex? just like, fuck? and have that be fun? whereas for me i really do need power dynamics and fetish content to be in the room and in the air. i’m like demisexual but instead of emotional connection to experience attraction, i need there to be power dynamic shit in the room.

like getting a train run on me by a literally uncountable number of strangers at steamworks was hot as fuck to me because there were degrading dehumanizing power dynamics built right into it. i was sent there by someone else, to be used and to follow certain rules. but a cuddly friendly orgy between friends at a hotel, like my friends were kind of trying to set up at a convention together last month? i wanted to be cool and on board but i was Scared man.and very relieved it did not happen. not only was it not hot to me it was Upsetting to think of.

i know this is like, upside-down world queer community inside baseball to feel like insecure about this because it is far more normative in society and rewarded etc, but it is very confusing to me to be someone who is down for nonmonogamy but viscerally hates the idea of polyamory. many loves??? no fucking thanks. egalitarian meetings and calendars and managing others feelings in complex geometric ways? no. i would disappear. i would remove myself from the equation in a heart beat. i can never believe that in a situation where someone is pulled in multiple directions, that i would ever be their first choice or that my emotions rank. the whole friend-group-that-bangs dynamic that a lot of other queer ppl write about as being this lovely healing fluffy thing. to me it is just. so scary. i would become invisible. behind the couch, dissociated and passed out, forever.

i guess i just am finally articulating for myself that... i really need to be rooted in a certain kind of power dynamic in order to feel okay and safe seggsually. something more “egalitarian” feels less safe to me. and something that isn’t intense, and is just casual fooling around without any of that? that is scarier to me. yeah. i think that’s basically it. even looking back on the oestensibly vanilla romantic relationships i have had throughout life, with the exception of one, there was always some implicit or play-pretend hierarchy or some structure, even if we didn’t call it kink stuff. in a supposedly even keeled relationship i dont feel free to actually be myself, sexually and romantically. it’s like how when employees at a workplace have unlimited sick days they never use any of them. if there arent guardrails then i have to imagine the cliffsides are about to swallow me up at any fuckin time, and make myself impossibly small.

even just in a friendship, i feel a pressure to instead guess and perform what people want and to ask for nothing for myself. normal vanilla life me is just so masked, and so hell bent on making other people feel okay. some kind of dynamic-y stuff kind of needs to be in the room for me to relax and be present a bit. so even when a friendship kind of dances along the edge of some little dynamics even just in a jokey playful way it feels way safer, im also now just starting to discover.

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