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[seungfl0wer]

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Pairing: Bangchan x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Dom!Chan, Brat!Reader, Hair Pulling, Spanking, Unprotected Sex, CreamPie, Degrading, Mentions Of multiple rounds, Studio Sex, P in V, Sir Used, Slightly proofread.

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You had been testing Chans patience all day today, but what broke the straw was you getting a little too handsy with Changbin. You were sitting in the studio with Chan when Changbin had come into grab something. Somehow you ended up feeling his muscles making him all blushy. When Changbin left for the gym Chan shot you a death glare. He was always so patient, way more than he should be honestly. Today though? He had enough.

He got up locking the door, he hovered over you looking down at you. You stared at the ground not wanting to meet his gaze. That gaze, you knew damn well he was done with your bullshit. He sighed loudly before sitting beside you. Yanking you over his lap making you yelp at the suddenness. He laid your body over his lap ass pushed up. He pulled your shorts down with your underwear as you squirmed at his touch.

“Don’t move.” He said in a low voice. “You know the rules, count and do not look away.” He said staring daggers down at you.

You nod only for him to let a quick slap to your ass. “Words.” He said with a growl.

“Yes- sir, I’m sorry sir” you said voice trailing off a bit at the end.

“And what happens if you don’t keep eyes on me or don’t count?” He said rubbing his hand over the area he had slapped.

“Starts over” you all but whimper out looking at him with big doe eyes.

“Good girl” he said softly before letting another slap hit your ass. “Now start counting”

“1” the first (third) slap hard, his hand soothing it a bit before another smack.

“2” you groaned out eyes staring deep into each others gaze.

A few minutes had passed, with a whimper you kept going. “8.” Tears pricked at your face as you blinked the tears away.

“You gonna learn your lesson next time hm? Or are you gonna keep testing my patience.” He said another spank hitting your ass this time harder. The area was red, sensitive and getting sore. He normally did it on both sides but this was a sort of punishment he did when you were really bad.

“M’sorry sir, I didn’t-“ a louder yelp left your lips as another smack connected. “N-nine” you stuttered out.

“You didn’t what? Be a brat all day and then feel up my friend’s arms like a dirty little whore? You didn’t mean to do all that?” His voice was low but also a mocking tone. Another hard smack came down to your ass connecting with the sensitive spot once more.

“10!” You basically screamed. This slap the last one, was hard. Full of all the anger you had made him feel through the day. It stung, it hurt, it sure was gonna bruise. He ran his fingers over your ass looking down at your tear stained face. He spread your legs slightly running his fingers down your folds slowly. The sensation made your body jump, Not expecting it.

“You took your punishment so well, I’m proud” he said voice a bit softer than it had been. The slight pain dying down now you could feel how wet you were. He ran his fingers across your clit before pulling them away. You wanted to whine out but you knew it was a bad idea. So you bit your cheek trying to be good for him.

“Up” he said patting your ass, and you did so. You stared at him while he unbuckled his pants pulling everything down letting his cock slap back against him. He was rock hard, pre cum dripping from his tip. “Over the couch now.” He demanded.

You obeyed taking position, as soon as he made his way behind you he was already pushing into you. He gave you no time. No time to adjust and definitely no time to think. He was pounding into you mercilessly, balls slapping against your skin as he bottomed out. A string of curse words and grunts left his mouth as you moaned below him.

He gripped your hips harshly as his nails dug into the sensitive soft skin. You could feel his cock so deep into you, he was twitching already. He slapped your ass this time on the other cheek before bringing his hands up to wrap around your neck. “Tell me how much of a slut you are, tell me how you were probably bad cause you’re a needy whore and just want my attention. He growled.

“M’need- always need your attention. Always want all of you” he groaned. You could feel your legs becoming jelly. Your cunt squeeze around him. “G’onna cum!” You moaned out spit dripping down your chin.

“Did I say you could? You think you’ve deserve to cum?” He said as he took a chunk of your hair pulling it harshly. Your head came back where he could whisper into your ear. “Think I should let you?” He said almost a chuckle.

“Please sir I’m sorry- I- I’ll behave just- aah” you moaned out. Chan grinned as he pulled out before quickly flipping you over.

“You’re gonna keep eye contact with me until I cum got it? Then maybe I’ll let you cum” he said pushing himself back into you. His pace was fast he was hitting every spot inside you. Your body shook under him, in return making him laugh. “So pathetic” he said as his hand found its way to your clit. He rubbed small circles as he drilled into your eyes never leaving one another’s.

“Sir! Mm fuck- so good- only you. Only you make me feel so good.” You babbled out. You were seeing stars and so was Chan. His high washing over him faster than he thought it would. His cock pumped deep into you as he groaned. Hot liquid filling you to the brim as his movements start to stutter.

“Shit princess” he said he leaned down leaving sloppy kisses to you as he rubbed you clit. “Cum for me princess, I wanna watch you come undone from me” he groaned out. It didn’t take long for you to let go. Gushing all over his long cock as you arched your back.

“Thank you sir” you said panting out. “M’sorry for being bad” you said softly looking up at him.

“I know baby” he coo’d rubbing your head as he came down from his high. A few moments had passed before either of you said anything else, But you were the first one to break the silence.

“Chan” you said softly. “Chan! The recording sound was on! You recorded this whole-“ your eyes went wide looking at him. He couldn’t help but laugh, he just shrugged “maybe I’ll put it in a song” he said smiling at you as you rolled your eyes.

He cocked an eyebrow “attitude back already?” He teased making you pout “no..” you said softly “don’t worry baby I’m not done with this punishment yet, I think I got 2 more rounds in me” he said before kissing you as he wrapped his arms around you. Those 2 rounds? Yeah, turned into 1 more at the studio and 2 more at your house.

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[glitchxavier]

"i'll never be her."

mc remembers all her past (and future) lives.

she was angry at first. why did no one tell her?

now, she's just sad.

rafayel, xavier, and sylus aren't truly in love with her - rather, they love a version of her that doesn't exist.

zayne... well. he seems like the only person who loves her for who she truly is. but now she knows how all of his lives end in tragedy, and it's always her fault.

so, she pushes them away. she disappears, leaving a note for each of them. "i'll never be able to truly make you happy. i'll never be her."

[rottenherbs]

Your Champion

Pairing: C.D x Potter! Reader Request: hello, can i have a Cedric Diggory request where the reader is Harry's sister (they are the same age). They meet at the quidditch world cup and immediately hit it off. Harry is very protective of her and disapproves of her dating Cedric but then he saves her during the second task? W/C: 2.7k Author's Note: HERMIONE WING WOMAN! This was a good challenge for me! I hope I wrote Cedric well :) I apologize I skipped the Yule ball, i feel if they went together it wouldn’t make sense for the request plotline, and I already have been writing this for too long. — [mastserlist] Much Love, Saige

Being a fan of the Bulgarian Quidditch team in the Weasley house was no small feat. It was undeniable that they had such a warm and inviting nature, especially allowing you and your brother to stay at their home over breaks, but conversations became quite pointed once the world cup came around.

The house was so starkly pro-Ireland it astonished you. Luckily Ron and Ginny both had some sense in them and wore their red and black proudly alongside you and Harry. Fred and George on the other hand practically questioned your every move, seeing your allegiance to their rivaling team sparked insidious competition.

“For the last time, I am NOT gambling with you.” You whispered starkly. The whole Weasley family was walking their way through the forest. Fred and George flanked either side of you, far enough away from their father who was oblivious to their antics.

“We're not asking for galleons here-” Fred started.

”Yeah, perhaps just a couple knuts or sickle if you can spare.” George finished, wagging his eyebrows jokingly. “Why.. .dont think you’ll win eh?”

You just sighed, not knowing how far you all still had to travel, you shoved your hand in your pocket digging around for any loose change that would shut them up. Once you removed your hand, both twins shot their fists in the air, happy to see their egging finally broke you into having a little fun.

“We thank you for your business.” Fred chirped, sliding the coins into his own pocket, while revealing a small notebook, swiftly writing down your contribution.

“And you won't regret it!” George slurred, both of them jogging up to their next unsuspecting victims, Ron and Hermione.

You rolled your eyes, annoyed by their brotherly love, but also feeling deep admiration for the day set ahead of you.

It had to have been an hour or two when the scenery ahead widened into a beautiful hilltop. Still quite a ways away, everyone’s attention was focused on something else coming from just over the horizon.

Two figures came into view, one much taller than the other, both waving their arms beckoning the group to come over. Either parties walked briskly to each other, meeting just at the base of the hill. After a moment it became acutely aware to you who they were before Mr.Weasley introduced the groups.

Your attention couldn’t help itself, glancing ever so often at the boy, charmed by how he carried himself, his brown hair lit by the morning glow. Hermione nudged your shoulder, smirking at her feet. Both of you giggled to yourself, the special bond of your friendship could say everything without having to say a word at all.

Like most girls at Hogwarts, you knew of Cedric Diggory; The hufflepuff king. He was known for his academic knowledge and superb quidditch skill, and most of all his popularity amongst anyone who laid eyes on him —

but he wasn't popular like Draco… no, not at all.

He was known for the right reasons, his wit and ability to make friends with anyone was the reason he was so well known - not because of money or power or some evil greed.

You suddenly became nervous, hands clammy and unable to act normally.

Piling with Hermione as the adults chatted, both of you whispered to each other in the back of the pack.

“You know, I heard he liked someone in our grade-“ Hermione started, the sentence only making your stomach flutter.

”Please, we all know it's Cho,” you rebutted, trying to cover your distaste for the girl. You didn't have any serious issue with Cho, but a jealous streak flowed through you, a childlike pain of not being wanted by yet another one of your crushes.

“No no. I heard from Ernie that they both went on a study date and nothing happened. Like nothing.” Hermione whispered, biting her lip slightly at you. Her eyes were attempting to communicate to you, but all you could think about was the fact that it was clear you all were traveling to the game together, and the close proximity was inevitable.

You sucked your teeth at her, a small sound of annoyance yet acceptance as you nodded your head towards the group. The both of you looked up, seeing the group shift towards the hill, the Diggory’s making quick strides ahead.

For a second, Cedric turned, smiling deeply at your brother, smiling politely and making conversation, every so often looking around. You watched your brother curl his hands, laughing and bantering as best as he could before shoving his thumb over his shoulder and directing his attention towards you.

You were too far away to distinct what was being said, but you could decipher that he was (from afar) introducing Cedric to you, the words “sister”, “same age”, and “wicked smart” all following in quick succession. Your cheeks reddened, both you and Cedrics eyes meeting, a soft inviting smirk growing as he looked at you over his shoulder. Harry’s eyes followed between the two of you, suddenly aware of the implications and interests Cedric had in you. Though he thought little of it and changed the conversation.

Your heart fluttered once you got to the top of the hill, standing precariously close to Hermione and Ron, doing your best to focus on Mr.Weasley.

“Now, if everyone would please touch the boot.” He spoke, smiling from ear to ear. “Yes yes. Just a finger will do. Scoot close please.”

As all the children got close, you became shoulder to shoulder with others, your eyes fixated on the large mangy shoe in front of you. As you took a deep breath in, you looked up and locked eyes with Cedric, his face

“Hold on tight-“ Mr.Weasley shouted, everyone taking a deep breath in.

“THREE” Mr.Weasly started counting down.

“Hey-“ Cedric whispered, smiling softly at you.

”TWO!”

”Hi-“ you breathed out, feeling a warmth rush over you. He blinked slowly, licking his lip nonchalantly.

“ONE”

And with that, the world began to spin. Wind was blowing through your hair and eyes, shutting them out of fear. You couldn’t tell how high up you were or what was happening. You could hear small yelps from Hermione just next to you, your bodies colliding with each other as the air got colder.

“Let GO.” Mr.Weasley announced, his words cut through the wind easily, frightening your eyes open. Cedric and Mr.Diggory were missing, slowly one after another Fred and George let go, their bodies flying out of sight.

You took a breath in feeling zero sense of confidence in your actions and released your grip from the boot. The world continued to spin, your stomach and your heart felt to change places, your consciousness feeling something out of this world.

It only took a few seconds to get to the ground, an invisible net catching your body from slamming into the earth, holding you just a foot above the grass before dropping you roughly.

Harry landed just next to you a second later, the sight of his glasses hanging onto his face for dear life made you break into a deep guttural laugh. He looked at you through his disheveled hair, his hand swinging back to hit you playfully, slumping back into the ground to catch his breath.

Your attention was quickly diverted, Hermione’s hand pointing eagerly towards the sky.

Like out of a movie, Mr,Weaslys, Mr.Diggory, and Cedric were gliding on hair down to the ground.

”You’ve got to be joking.” Fred started, sitting up in the grass yanking his jacket over his shoulders.

”They didn't teach US that.” George rolled his eyes, running his hand through his hair.

Once Cedric landed, he adjusted his clothes quickly before making his way over to you and Hermione. His hand extended to you both, hoping to help you up. Hermione looked at you quickly, the excitement showing deliberately through her eyes.

She grabbed Cedric’s hand and helped herself up leaving you in the dust. Just behind Cedric she winked at you, turning to catch up with Ron and Harry. Cedric smiled, his hand still enveloped with you.

“Come on, they might leave us behind.” He smiled, tugging your arm lightly urging you up. You just nodded, feeling his strength pull you easily from the ground. Once to your feet, you brushed off the front of your pants, grass and rocks flinging from your clothes.

“Is my back bad?” You asked innocently, turning and facing your back towards Cedric. He was grateful you couldn't see his expression, his eyes tracing the outline of your body. There were dark dirt marks on your bottom and he wasn't sure how to tell you.

“It’s not.. well.” He coughed, clearing his throat. “Nothing that won't come out in the wash.” He laughed, your face dropping as your hands covered your butt, wiping it frantically.

“It’s that bad?!” You asked, realizing what you had just asked him to do. He shrugged, cocking his head to the side.

“Cedric!” Mr.Diggory yelled, catching both of you off guard. ”It’s time!” His father coxed you both over, the group now congregating a bit away leaving you alone at the top of the hill.

”Let the games begin-“

———

The events of the World Cup were memorable to say the least. You stayed close to your brother the entire night, fear filling your mind with each step. You tried your best to not show your fear going into your next year at Hogwarts, but you knew something would change, for better or for worse.

You prayed for a simple year, each being more laborious for Harry, seeing life not allow the young boy to grow and be a teenager. It hurt you, but it seemed to be going well… at least until the other schools showed up.

The prospect of the triwizard tournament bothered you to your core. Children, yes at least 17 years of age, but children nonetheless being thrown to the dogs for entertainment and forever glory to the school. It was insane!

But it only brought you and Cedric closer

———

“Dragons?” Cedric gasps. Both of you were hidden in the courtyard,

“Yes…Harry wanted to tell you, but his pride.. those damn buttons-“ You stunned, smacking his lapel as the button changed, clearly showing Potter Stinks glimmer in green. Cedric smirked, taking it off at once and holding it in his hand.

“It’s just house pride.” He snuffed, handing it over to you. “I know he didn’t put his name in, but no one else believes it. I’m sorry.” His words were soft yet firm. You hovered your hand over his before grabbing it, the proximity of his body became incredulously apparent to you; your lungs halting their movement.

You could’ve sworn he leaned in-

“Yes. Dragons” You cleared, looking up at the boy. His head was turned down towards you, his height staggering in comparison. He nodded, his soft brown eyes admiring you from his view.

He has been enamored with you ever since the summer. His mind raced with fear for your health and wellbeing the moment the warning shots went off. He selfishly deprecated his father and attempted to look for you, any trace of your presence in the fighting crowds would have eased his anxiety.

But he’d never tell you that. Not now.

“Each student will have a dragon and need to save the egg.” You sighed.

“Sounds invigorating.” Cedric beamed, leaning against the wall behind him running his hand through his hair.

“Sounds irresponsible” you choked.

“Oh please, y/n. They wouldn’t put us in a situation they couldn’t get us out of.” He smirked, watching you fuss with your fingers. He suddenly became aware of your anxieties, biting the side of your cheek, eyes fixated on the ground.

“Listen, darling,” Cedric started, pushing himself back from the wall, standing tall in a way to show his confidence. His arms held either side of you.

“I promise, nothing will happen to me, or your brother for that matter.” He leaned down, trying to lift your chin to look him in the eye.

“Okay?” He whispered, his eyes dancing between yours, the air suddenly becoming stiff.

“Okay.”

He wrapped you in a hug, swaying you back and forth casually.

“Chin up. I’ll put on a show.” He smiled, resting his chin on top of your head. You leaned your head tirelessly on his chest, the thumping of his heart gave you peace, but the thought of never feeling it again sent a new wave of shivers down your spine.

You attempted to gather your emotions, pulling back the tears, too embarrassed to cry in front of him.

“Please tell your brother thank you, and I’ll return the favor.”

———-

The first task came and went with utter success. With only minor cuts and scrapes, both Cedric and Harry had surpassed their dragons. And yes, you could admit Cedric put on a show.

The second task continued around the corner. To the surprise of no one, the confusion of the golden egg stumped each champion.

Harry hadn’t asked you for your help, knowing your small allegiance with Cedric and having his own help from Ron and Hermione; but he had a strong distaste for the older boy and how he had swooned you, worried he would treat you like the other girls and move on quickly.

Harry was nothing but protective. Both of your namesakes brought trouble; people who just wanted to know you or people who wanted to use you.

You hated it, but it was justified and trouble always came when Cedric’s name was brought up around you

“He tried to repay your hint!” You bellowed, confused to Harry’s annoyance at the golden egg

“Right like that does anything. I think he was telling me I was stinky more than anything-“ Harry scoffed. He held the large egg in between his hands, aimlessly tracing the opening with his fingertips.

“Harry. Underwater. Listen to it underwater.” You spoke plainly, looking at your brother with a blank stare. His facial expressions didn’t change, instead they stayed indifferent- the cogs in his mind working slowly.

He stood up at once, shooting you a soft smile, though his eyes said differently.

“I’ll go take a bath then.” His lips tightened, leaving you in the library alone. You sighed, leaning back in the chair. You knew he was under an immense amount of stress, but sometimes it felt like he was competing with you just the same.

———

The night before the second task, Hermione and Ron and you were all round up by professor Mcgonagal after the dinner bell, pulled away from the celebrations in the great hall.

Unsure to what it could be, you caught Cedric’s attention in the hall, walking opposite to you. Knowing you had no time to speak, your eyes met.

You both said nothing at all, but the softness in his eyes lingered, turning his body to watch you walk. Just before you rounded the corner, you blew him a kiss, hoping you would have time later tonight to see him.

You had no clue what that kiss did to him, his head hung as he walked away smiling foolishly to himself.

Neither of you knew he would have to save your unconscious body underwater in just 12 hours time.

[ruinix]

nico saw u’re having a bad day and makes ur day better with cuddles

Lovely anon, amazing day to you 🙂‍↕️ My first nico ask…umm…so how bad is bad? 😱😭Nico, the Man. Anyways… cuddles 🙂‍↕️ It's a bit messy. idk. i blacked out while typing this. I tried my best 🥹

In His Arms

TW/CW: None, Hurt/Comfort, Cuddles and Kisses, Crying, Protective Nico

Count: 1520 words | Masterlist

You arrive home with shadows in your eyes. Nico can see it gnaw at you. He sees your exhaustion. His heart aches for you.

He halts, hands gripping cups of freshly made coffees—one cup for each of you, his little welcome home gift every time he arrives earlier than you—as you give him a sad smile, eyes barely locking with his.

You walk past him, softly and stiffly dumping your stuff on the coffee table like something would just attack you. Your shoulders are curled inwards, lips slightly downturned. Your hands slightly tremble. You stand there, pondering, wallowing in your pain.

Putting down the cups, he can just make more later. Coffee can always wait. He can brew a dozen or a hundred more if he needs to.

You come first. Always. So he crosses the room, just in time as you let out a whimper, covering your face with both of your hands.

He can feel your pain stabbing through his heart. Feel how it ate at you like it’s his own. Whatever that hurt you, you don’t deserve it to happen to you.

He just knows.

You’re too good for this world.

Nico wraps you in his arms. The way you melt into him while silent sobs—so silent that you’re still so scared to be heard, so silent that you’re still not ready to let go, just curling and curling into the pain-filled void—wreck you. It makes him hold you tighter. He can only convey that he’s here. He will always be here.

Nico rubs your back, softly, firmly. He’s trying to coax you to cry. You need to cry louder. You need to let him hear you. If you try to keep it in, how can he help you? You’ll destroy yourself in the silence. In the pain. You need to let it out.

Cry. Scream. Howl. Punch. Kick. There’s so many ways to vent it and he’ll be by your side.

Nico whispers your name as he presses a firm kiss over your head. He finally says, “I’m here.”

Finally, you cry. Harder and louder like you’ve been waiting for him to declare his presence. Your delicate hands grasp at his shirt. You rub and dig your face into his shirt which is becoming wet from tears—and maybe snot. It doesn’t matter. Nico will just wash it away. He’ll be honored to.

“That’s it, sweet girl,” he mutters, his heart breaking from how hard you cry.

He won’t cry though, because if he did, you will worry and fuzz about him when you have a lot on your plate. He would rather die than make your burdens heavier. You don’t deserve that. He’s sure you won’t see him as a burden, but he will.

He’s not important right now. You are.

You’ve taken care of him and been there for him. This time, you need him. If you need a shoulder to cry on, he’s here. If you need him to just hug you, he’ll hug you, squeeze just how you like it, and ease your nerves.

If you need him to just be, he will.

Soon, your cries turn to small sniffles and hiccups. Then you finally look at him, chin to his chest, eyes—so adorable—puffy yet so much lighter. Less shadows. You’ve lessened your hurt, didn’t you? He’s glad. Now, he just needs to hear what happened.

“I wanna go to bed,” you say, sniffling. “Carry me please.”

You don’t need to tell him twice. He lifts you in a princess carry and nearly bolts to your bedroom, but he just walks. No need to shake you up and stress you. He lays you on the bed, slipping in the covers before wrapping his arms around you, one leg hooking up over yours to properly cuddle you.

“Do you…want to talk about it?” he asks, wiping your wet cheeks.

Your lips purse. You nod, but instead of telling him, you simply reach up and touch his face. Nails scratching along his jaw, tracing where his dimple should be, then his eyebrows. You scoot closer, hugging him tighter.

“Tell me you love me first,” you shakily demand as if you’re too scared that he won’t.

“I love you, schatz.” Nico leans, kissing your forehead. Then again, “I love you.”

Your eyes shine with fresh tears. Nico kisses over your eyes and that opens the floodgates. You sob in his arms, curling more into him like you’re using him to hide you from the world. He’ll do that. He’ll hide you from anything. Anything you need.

“Everything about this day is against me, Nico,” you start.

You explain to him how everything piled up. The little inconveniences like your water bottle were still slightly soapy, your favorite pen ran out of ink, no tissue in the bathroom stall.

Then, alarming things that had Nico seething—silently, because you don’t need him to be angry nor will it be a good response—like people bumping into you without apologizing, someone scoffing when you voiced out your opinion on one report, someone accusing you for being stupid when you forgot one period. One. Fucking. Period.

Are they fucking serious?

“Then I had a fight with a friend. We both said bad things to each other. I feel awful. I don’t want to lose them.” You sniffle. “It’s too much. I feel like I’m nothing. I’m sorry for being no—”

Nico can’t bear to hear those words. He kisses you, stealing your words, not letting those despicable words out. You’re really going to apologize for something you’re not? His heart aches. You are never nothing. How can you be when you are his everything? His schatz. His treasure. His darling girl. His love.

“Forgive me, schatz. I cut you off,” he whispers against your wet cheeks, kissing the tear tracks. “You’re not nothing. You need to understand that.”

A shaky breath escapes you, fingers clinging and tugging at his shirt, as you seek more from him.

So, Nico continues, “It is a horrible day that threw you to the ground. But, schatz, you’ve done well.”

When you frown, not fully getting what he’s saying, he shakes his head. You should get it. Why can’t you see how strong you are for being able to get through those things when it hurts? Then again, if it hurts, it’s hard to see. He’s been there and you are always there to pick him up.

“You’ve done well. You’ve faced them. All of them. I know full well that you fought. Didn’t you?” Your frown deepens, lips pouting in confusion. “What did you do when you bottle tasted like soap?”

“I washed it…”

“When you ran out of ink and tissues?”

“I just dug through my drawer and ask a coworker for tissues. I don’t think—”

He gives your lips a peck. “What did you do when somebody bumped into you?”

“Nothing. I did nothing,” you sigh, looking down.

“You continued with your day,” Nico supplies. “You’ve tried. Even if someone scoffed and berated you, I know you’ve tried to hold your ground. You did so much. You’ve done well. I am proud of you.”

He can see the gears shifting in your brain. He knows the fresh batch of tears coming so he scoots closer, closer, and closer. Even a millimeter of space feels too far when Nico wants to soothe you. He wants you to feel him. Feel that he’s there. Always.

He kisses your head—over your hair—your forehead, your temples, your eyelids, your cheeks. You shaky breaths are warm against his skin. From tight, your hold loosens as you relax. Even more when he captures your lips.

“I’m”—kiss—“proud”—kiss—“of”—“you.”

“Even if I hurt my friend?” You turn away, lips curving down.

“I know that you’re already thinking about apologizing.” Nico presses a thumb over your lip, almost getting distracted with how soft it is, his mouth watering at the sight, at the feel. “Right?”

You nod. “Gonna make it right with them.”

You’re so kind. So gentle. So true. He really is proud of you. He knows you’re trying your best all the time. He trusts you can stand for yourself. Although, he truly needs to do something about your coworkers. They’ve hurt you. And your friend…he knows all of your friends. It will be a matter of phone calls to know which hurt you. Perhaps, he’ll have a word with them before and after you apologize.

But that comes later. He might not even need a phone call because you are already telling him who said what.

Nico lists down every name, every wrong, every detail that he can get.

He’ll make everything right. Soon.

You won’t be crying about them again. These are the last tears you’ll shed. The last pain you’ll feel. He’ll make sure of it.

For now, Nico softly rubs your back, encouraging you to spill, while he eases you.

It will be fine.

You’ll be fine, because he’s here to make it better. You’ll never be alone. Never.

[plistommy]

Omega Steve who has never been knotted before.

He has only ever dated betas before, not really caring for alphas and they couldn’t give him that feeling of pure fullness.

But then, he meets Eddie. An alpha who’s too loud for his own good, but still surprisingly sweet and kind to Steve like no other alpha has been. And Steve?

He falls hard for the older boy and it doesn’t take long for him to start feeling slick dripping down his hole every time he even sees a glimpse of the alpha.

Steve knows Eddie smells it on him, how could he not, but the alpha doesn’t do anything.

He waits until Steve’s the first one to make the move, to kiss Eddie with so much hunger that Eddie finally lets his alpha instincts take over. He knots Steve for the first time ever and it makes the omega cry under him as he begs for the alpha to breed him.

[prythianpages]

thinking about the New Year’s Eve trend where you go under the table (also I always grew up hearing that going under the table will bring you a luck in finding a partner but now I see the trend is to go under the table and eat 12 grapes so now idk what the actual tradition is lol, anyways back to my little thought):

You made sure to have the grapes ready at this year’s NYE, talking excitedly about the man you want to manifest with Nesta…who knows what she’s doing and suggesting traits that tease at Azriel. Cassian thinks it’s hilarious and he is also excited to see if you’ll actually be able to devour all 12 grapes so fast, already placing bets with Feyre.

Meanwhile, Azriel, who is madly crushing on you, watches from his corner of the room. He thinks it’s just all fun and games…this can’t really work, right? I mean, why would it work? There’s no real magic behind this…

But then Mor casually brings up that she had done this one NYE and it brought her, her most memorable fling and she sighs wistfully…panic begins to stir in Azriel.

The clock is ticking…

Azriel’s shadows begin to dance frantically around him, mirroring his inner turmoil as the inner circle prepares to cheer you on.

His eyes widen when you scoop a couple of grapes into your hand because Mother above, you’re actually going to do this and what if it actually works and he never gets a chance to confess…

10…9…8…

Azriel suddenly appears at your side, wings knocking awkwardly against the table, his shoulder bumping yours as he makes himself fit in that small space.

“Az, what are you—“

“I have to tell you something.”

“Right now??”

7…6…

Azriel reaches for your hand, the one that is holding onto a handful of grapes, and lowers it. A confused frown settles on your features and he coaxes your gaze to his with his other hand, eyes searching yours.

“Az—“

5…4…

The hand clutching the handful of grapes twitches in his grip, still determined to complete the tradition.

3…2…

But Azriel tightens his hold and wastes no more time. He leans in, crashing his lips against yours and pulling you into a frantic but sweet kiss.

“Happy new year!”

When he pulls away, your cheeks are flushed and eyes are wide but there’s a smile on your face. “What else do you have to tell me?”

Azriel only grins and says “so much more,” before kissing you again.

[littlebirdy-bat]

thinking about... waking up with Dick

Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room where the couple were soundly tangled up. Evidence of the night before came piles of tossed aside clothing spread across the floor.

Scrunching up my face, I buried it deeper into Dicks chest. Cold nose tucked against warm flesh. His arms wrapped tighter around me at my movements, seeming to pull me impossibly closer.

After a few minutes like this, I felt his chest vibrate as he broke the silence.

"Being half-asleep is a very good look on you."

Blinking to adjust to the bright morning, I met his gaze.

"And this flirty mood would have nothing to do with last night?"

With a deep rumbling in his chest he hums, "hmmm I think I need a reminder of last light."

Lazily flipping on top of me, he smiles down with a boyish grin.

"I think that can be arranged," I breath, fingers gliding into his raven locks, lowering his lips to mine.

[nyoomerr]

every day i cry a little bit about how binggeyuan has gotten popular/beloved enough that we have a zine for it.... and now that zine has opened preorders !!!

the art and fic in this zine (and the merch that comes with it!) is SO choice y'all, every contributor made an absolutely delicious meal to share with everyone! 💥💥 i worked hard too, so here's a little preview of binggeyuan being just a litttllleee intense about each other for my fic contribution 😌

preorders close on march 22nd, so order here now !! the zine is non-profit, and leftover proceeds after production/fulfillment/contributor copies will be donated to the PCRF 🕺💃

[anintrovertedechoe]

the way mammon loves you is so soft, so tender.

greed is loud and boisterous in his movements, confident in sure with every bold move he takes. gentleness is not in his nature when he is borne of celestial light, nor when his rebirth as an avatar of sin robs him of his purity.

greed’s soul was borne to keep, to hoard, to treasure. claws scraping over his jewels and snarls ripping through his teeth as he takes and takes and takes to abate his greed, soothe the burning sin entwined with his very being.

yet he loves so achingly. fingers tracing your skin like tissue paper about to rip at any second, voice soothing and light as he chatters about nothing and everything at the same time. pinky linking in yours loosely as to give you the choice to let go.

he is still mammon. rough and rowdy and boyish in his charms, ruffling your hair and roping you into one failed scheme after another, but there is also something else in him. something just for you.

greed growls and screeches and takes and takes and takes. but mammon snorts and laughs and has so much to give.

and with you, he is not greed. he is not an animalistic urge to possess.

with you, he is gentle. with you, he is mammon.

[american-horror-whore]

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 | 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭!𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

cw — none, pure fluffy drabble

a/n — i was thinking about this stage in a relationship with him and figured it’d be cute !!

”Hi, pretty girl,” Evan’s deep voice boomed, a smile evident in his tone as he shut the door softly to the apartment. He put his keys on the counter, seeing you in the living room.

After months of begging, months of “Evan, please!!” , months of showing him random photos of your friend’s babies on Instagram with pouty lips, months of dropping subtle hints, he’d finally given in. He’d knocked you up around Valentine’s Day as a ‘gift’, which meant the begging had worn him thin. He couldn’t have picked a better gift.

Your husband strolled over, sitting down next to you. His large hands pulled you taut against his body, your lower half pressed against his lap. He held you there, not gently but not tightly, as if you were going to disintegrate into thin air if he let go. as if he’d lose his wife, and now his unborn child. Evan ran his hand over the smooth skin of your baby bump. You two didn’t even know the gender, but either way, Evan was utterly obsessed with this child. Well, unborn child.

“How’s Bean?” Evan asked, using the same cute name he’d been referring to the bump as since the moment it started to form. You simply nod.

“Well enough,” You smile tiredly. Your pregnancy had been weighing on you, but you’d noticed Evan had been doing everything you asked of him.

“And how’s Mama?” He smirked, burying his face against your neck, the coarse-ish hairs of his beard against your neck sending small shivers out to your body.

“Oh, she’s fine,” You respond, feigning dismissal. Evan held your waist tightly, or now lack thereof, his fingers squeezing your sensitive skin ever so slightly. He felt like he was walking on eggshells when touching you, like you were made of porcelain or glass.

“Just fine?”

“Bean’s kickin’ her ass a bit,” You smirked, continuing to speak in the third person as you turned your head over your shoulder. Evan met your movement with a kiss, pressing his lips to yours as his tongue poked gently at your soft lips. He pulled back, pressing his lips to your ear and the back of your neck, soothing your stress.

“It’ll be worth it when we meet Bean, huh?” He smiled against your skin.

“Oh yeah,” You respond, your hands gently touching the bump. “Mommy and Daddy can’t wait for you, Bean..”

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[rottenherbs]

Your Champion (pt.2)

Pairing: C.D x Potter! Reader Tags: Fluff / Forbidden Feelings / Nervous Cedric EEE Summary:: After being unexpectedly chosen as Cedric’s hostage in the Triwizard Tournament’s second task, you recover in the hospital wing, where Cedric nervously asks you something that's on his mind W/C: 2.1k Author's Note: What if i told yall i wrote part three too 0_0 [mastserlist] Much Love, Saige

You weren’t sure what unsettled you more—the thought of being bound beneath the lake or the fact that Cedric had no idea you were his hostage.  

Madam Pomfrey had explained it to you gently, her voice calm as she reassured you that you wouldn’t feel a thing. “It will be like falling asleep,” she had said. “And when you wake, it will all be over.”  

But it wasn’t the sleep that scared you. It was Cedric.  

You knew what the second task required—each champion had to retrieve someone they would “miss the most.” The words had lingered in your mind long after you had been pulled aside and told that you were Cedric’s hostage.  

It didn’t make sense. Sure, you and Cedric were friendly—shared jokes between classes, exchanged glances across the Great Hall, and maybe, just maybe, there had been a moment or two where the air between you felt charged with something more. But surely, there were others he’d miss more. His parents? One of his close friends from Hufflepuff? Cho Chang?  

And yet, the tournament had chosen you.  

You didn’t get the chance to dwell on it. The moment the spell took hold, the world faded, and everything dissolved into quiet nothingness.  

—  

The world was quiet beneath the Black Lake. Cold and dark, the water pressed in from all sides, muffling sound, slowing movement. You drifted in stillness, bound to the stone pillar alongside the other hostages.  

Somewhere in the distance, movement stirred the water. The first champion had arrived.  

A shadow passed through the lake’s dim light—Cedric, swimming with practiced ease. His expression was focused, determined, until his eyes landed on you.  

He froze.  

Even through the rippling water, his shock was evident. You watched as his mouth parted slightly, bubbles escaping as if he had just exhaled in disbelief. His brows furrowed, his grip tightening on his wand. He hadn’t expected to see you here.  

But before he could move, another figure shot through the water—Harry.  

Your brother’s wild black hair floated around his face, his green eyes scanning the hostages frantically. The moment he saw you, his entire body tensed. He kicked toward you immediately, his hand reaching for the ropes that bound you.  

The merpeople moved fast.  

Two of them darted forward, crossing their spears in front of Harry. Their gills fluttered as they shook their heads, their sharp teeth glinting in the dim light.  

Harry’s eyes widened in alarm. He tried to push forward, but the merpeople shoved him back, pointing their spears toward Cedric instead.  

Not his to save.  

Cedric was still staring at you, stunned, but the merpeople’s warning made something click in his expression. The hesitation, the disbelief—it all melted into sharp realization.  

You were his to save.  

Without wasting another second, Cedric surged forward. His hands moved quickly, untying the thick ropes around your wrists and ankles. As the bindings loosened, your body began to drift, but he caught you effortlessly, one arm wrapping around your waist as he turned toward the surface.  

Harry was still there, watching, his expression torn between confusion and something else—something more protective, almost wounded. He hadn’t expected this either.  

But the merpeople didn’t let him interfere.  

With a powerful kick, Cedric pushed off the lakebed, pulling you with him as he swam upward. The cold water rushed past, bubbles trailing behind as he held you close.  

—  

The moment you gasped in air, reality crashed into you. The roar of the crowd, the biting wind against your wet skin, the way your body trembled from the cold.  

And Cedric.  

He was still holding you, keeping you steady in the water. His face was inches from yours, his breath coming fast as he searched your expression.  

“You—” His voice was hoarse, as if he couldn’t quite find the words. “You were—” He still looked shaken, his brows drawn together in disbelief.  

You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper. “They told me beforehand,” you admitted. “I—I knew I’d be your hostage.”  

Cedric exhaled sharply, running a hand through his soaked hair. “I didn’t,” he murmured. His eyes met yours again, something unreadable flickering in them. “I didn’t know it would be you.”  

A sharp splash signaled Harry surfacing beside you. He coughed, shaking water from his face before his gaze snapped to you, frantic. “Are you alright?”  

You nodded, though you weren’t sure how truthful it was. “Yeah. I think so.”  

Harry looked between you and Cedric, his jaw tightening slightly. “Why—” He hesitated, then turned to Cedric. “Why them?”  

Cedric held your gaze for a moment before answering.  

“I—I don’t know.” His voice was quieter now, almost uncertain. But then, after a beat, he added, “But I think… I think I do.”  

The meaning in his words lingered between you, heavy but not unwelcome.  

And despite the cold, despite the exhaustion, warmth curled in your chest. 

-

The warmth of the hospital wing was a sharp contrast to the freezing depths of the Black Lake. The fire crackled softly in the corner, casting a golden glow against the white sheets and polished floors. The beds were lined up in neat rows, each occupied by the hostages and champions, their bodies still recovering from the cold.  

You sat upright in your bed, a heavy blanket draped over your shoulders as Madam Pomfrey bustled around, fussing over each patient. Your limbs still felt sluggish, your skin slightly numb despite the warmth, but the worst of the discomfort had passed.  

It was only now, as the adrenaline wore off, that you truly had time to think.  

Cedric had saved you.  

You still weren’t sure what that meant. You hadn’t been expecting to be his hostage, hadn’t thought the tournament would see you as someone he’d miss the most. And yet, when he had found you beneath the water, the look on his face—the sheer shock, the disbelief—had spoken volumes.  

You weren’t sure how to feel about that.  

The quiet creak of the hospital wing doors pulled you from your thoughts. You turned your head just in time to see Cedric stepping inside.  

His hair was still damp, curling slightly at the ends, and he had changed into warm, dry clothes—his Hufflepuff sweater slightly oversized, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. His grey eyes scanned the room before landing on you.  

You froze.  

For a moment, he just stood there, as if deciding whether to approach. Then, with quiet steps, he crossed the room and stopped beside your bed.  

“Hey.” His voice was soft, hesitant.  

“Hey,” you murmured back, your fingers tightening around the edge of the blanket.  

Cedric shifted, rubbing the back of his neck. “How are you feeling?”  

“Better,” you admitted. “Still a bit cold, but I think Madam Pomfrey is determined to drown me in hot chocolate before I leave.”  

That earned you a small chuckle, and the sound sent warmth curling through your chest. Then, after a beat of silence, Cedric exhaled.  

“I didn’t know,” he said quietly.  

You looked up at him, your brows knitting together. “Didn’t know what?”  

“That it would be you.” His voice was steady, but there was something in his eyes—something sincere, something open. “When I saw you down there, I—I couldn’t believe it. I thought they had made a mistake.”  

You swallowed. “So did I.”  

Cedric huffed out a small, almost breathless laugh. “Yeah,” he admitted. “But I guess… I guess it wasn’t.”  

The weight of his words settled between you. The tournament had chosen you for a reason. And despite the initial shock, despite the confusion, Cedric hadn’t hesitated to save you.  

You glanced down, fiddling with the edge of your blanket. “Did you mean it?” you asked softly. “When you said you’d miss me the most?”  

Cedric was quiet for a long moment. Then, slowly, he lowered himself onto the edge of your bed, close but not too close, his hands resting on his knees.  

“I think… I didn’t realize it until now,” he admitted. “But yeah. I think I would.”  

Your heart stuttered.  

His gaze was unwavering, his expression open in a way that made your breath catch. You had always known Cedric was kind, had always admired the way he carried himself with quiet confidence. But this—this was different. This was something fragile and unspoken finally being acknowledged.  

After a moment, Cedric offered you a small smile. “At least now I know if I ever need a good excuse to talk to you more, I can just say the tournament made me do it.”  

You laughed, shaking your head. “Is that all it takes?”  

“Maybe.” His smile softened. “Or maybe I just needed a push.”  

The space between you suddenly felt smaller. Not uncomfortable, not uncertain—just something new. Something neither of you had expected, but maybe, just maybe, had been there all along.  

And as Cedric sat beside you, the firelight flickering in his eyes, you realized something:  

You didn’t mind being the person he’d miss the most.  

Not one bit.

You hadn’t realized how much you needed this moment, this quiet connection with Cedric, until it had arrived. But now, as the flickering light cast shadows over the two of you, there was a gentle tension in the air—a shift that you weren’t sure how to navigate.  

Cedric seemed to sense it too. He shifted uncomfortably, his fingers drumming lightly on his knee as he stole a glance at you. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it, clearly unsure. His usual confidence—so natural in everything else—seemed to have faltered just a bit.  

You arched a brow. “Is something wrong?”  

He looked at you, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “I—uh—maybe. I mean, no, not really, but…” He paused, clearly struggling with his words.  

You waited, a curious smile playing on your lips. “But?”  

Cedric hesitated, his fingers now fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve. “I just… I don’t want to make things weird, you know? With Harry, especially. He’s your brother, and I—” He let out a frustrated breath. “I just don’t want to upset him.”  

You blinked in surprise, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. “Cedric, are you nervous about Harry?”  

His cheeks flushed slightly, and he scratched the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed. “Well, yeah. I mean…, I don’t want him to think I’m doing something wrong, or—”  

You reached out, placing a hand on his arm. “Cedric, it’s really not a big deal.”  

He stopped talking, and for a moment, just looked at you, his expression a mixture of relief and surprise. “You’re not—upset?”  

You shook your head, your smile widening. “Not at all. It’s your choice, not Harry’s. And to be honest, I think he’d understand. He’s not the type to get upset about something like this.”  

Cedric let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, his posture easing. His lips curled into a shy grin. “You’re sure?”  

You nodded. “Positive.”  

There was a beat of silence, the words hanging in the air, before Cedric seemed to find his courage. He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice as though unsure of how to word what he was about to say.  

“Okay,” he began, a slight nervousness lacing his words. “I don’t know if this is… well, if this is too forward or anything, but I really like spending time with you. And I, uh, I was wondering if you’d want to… maybe go out with me sometime?”  

The question hung in the air, Cedric’s eyes searching your face anxiously, as though he expected you to say something that would break the fragile moment.  

You could feel your heart flutter at the simplicity of it, at the way he was almost unsure of himself despite everything.  

You didn’t hesitate. “I’d like that. I think it sounds like a great idea.”  

Cedric blinked, clearly caught off guard by your quick response. “You would?” His voice was almost disbelieving, but his eyes shone with hope.  

You smiled, leaning back against the pillows as you looked at him. “Of course I would. It’s

It’s not every day someone as brave as you asks me out.”

A small, relieved laugh escaped him, and his smile spread wider, more genuine now. “Brave, huh? Well, I guess I’m glad it worked out then.”

He shifted closer, though not too much, respecting the space between you. “So… we’re really doing this?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, meeting his gaze. “We’re really doing this.”

Cedric’s grin softened, and for a moment, you just sat there together, the noise of the hospital wing, the quiet voices from the other beds, all seeming so distant.

It was just you and him, a new chapter starting between you, and neither of you could help but feel like it was the beginning of something wonderful.

[emile-tb]

SOMEBODY KILL THIS MAN (me)

[plistommy]

Tommy being the first one to fuck Steve, to know how Steve sounds like when he pushes his dick inside the other’s tight and warm heat. How Steve whines for Tommy’s names and holds his hand when he moves.

Then came Nancy, and after that once they weren’t friends anymore, came Eddie.

Tommy had been jealous about Steve dating Nancy, but oh he was livid when another man had Steve, Eddie Munson specifically.

He wished he would’ve tried harder. Kept Steve as his own, but the boy had gotten out of his grip and turned into a beautiful man, who now had a freak by his side taking the things from him that Tommy wanted to.

Just the idea of Steve moaning Eddie’s name while the older man fucked him made Tommy ill.

[blackseafoam]

Gift for @ladysongmaster For the @galactic-gift-gathering !!

Prompt: “Can you just… stay? Please…”

Genre: angst with a happy ending

Of course Hera worried every time her father and his posse left. But what truly scared her was knowing that Cham Syndulla’s captain would lay down his life for the freedom-fighter without hesitation. Hera knew her father was safe with Howzer around, but who was there to protect him?

She grabbed the captain’s wrist as he walked, halting him, even though he could have easily removed her grasp. “Can you just… stay? Please?” Tears welled in her eyes.

The Twi’lek was too young to understand. The why in a war. Yet smart enough to figure out the fact that he, someone created to be a soldier, would be the most at risk in battle. The thought was plastered in fear on her little green face.

Eleini had caught up with her daughter at this point, taking her shoulders in her hands to still the now sobbing child.

“I wish I could Hera. I promise you I’ll be back. I promise.” Howzer wished he had time to say more, but the transport was waiting.

Hera nodded and let go of the captain’s bracer, tears falling as she hung her head. Howzer donned his helmet. “I promise.” he muttered to himself as he jogged away.

-

I like to think that Captain Howzer totally became a part of the Syndulla family during the war, and I know I’m not the only one. It’s pretty evident in his monologue in the Ryloth prison.

While I was drawing this I was reminded of the little kids in Nausicaä begging her not to leave, so I added some big fat ghibli tears.

Blah blah blah, Star Wars kids growing up in a war, blah blah, turning them into emotionally intelligent, resilient, and protective adults, blah blah, make me cry thinking about them etc…

[hereissomething]

yall, this weekend we found this at an elder gay estate sale for $8:

MARY AND VINCENT PRICE'S COOK BOOK!!!!!!!🎉🎉🎉

i was so surprised to see it i gasped and yelled incoherently😆 orgy thought i was really excited about an electric bread maker before i could finally regain the ability to speak again

its BEAUTIFUL i cant believe we have it now!

there he is. mr bigg diq himself🥰

its impossible not to read the entries in his voice. i'll def be adding more to this thread as i find more treasure in this cook book! i cant believe it!