#i feel like keeping it top secret and not letting it spread idk i feel bad messing up the duffers surprise

[chirpsythismorning]

SOMEONE ALREADY OPENED IT I REPEAT SOMEONE ALREADY OPENED THIS GATE AND THEY HAVE PREDICTED S5!

[c-o-t-o]

OMG omg!! i have a question-- do i need to like pay or anything??? like this is so cool oml! this is what i would really like to see, and also idk if you are fine w multiple prompts in one but here-- can i request NSFW #9, #17 and #16, in one, with denji x fem reader?? sorry if its too much to ask but ur literally such a good writer i cant help it!! thank youuuuu ong

Dinner and Dessert, Part 1

Author: c-o-t-o

Character: Denji x fem reader

CW: 18+ only, sexual content/smut, character aged up, explicit language, pain play, teasing, light bdsm (some CWs apply to other parts)

Misc: ~2.5k words, Part 1. Requested by anon (playing with you under the kotatsu, teasing, and pain play)- I got too into this request and so is going to be much longer than anticipated! Keep an eye out for part 2!

About: You and Denji start teasing each other under the kotatsu after dinner, but it begins to turn into something much more playful.

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Denji was being his rowdy self, as usual. You all managed to make it through a dinner together without Power flinging food across the room or Denji and Aki yelling at her. Denji was, however, very energetic tonight.

Aki was in and out of the living room cleaning up after dinner, while power sat off to the side on some cushions watching TV with Meowy. You and Denji were still under the kotatsu since it was so toasty and warm.

Denji lays straight back and carelessly spreads his legs out under the kotatsu, one of his legs ending up on top of yours. He puts his hands back under his head, grinning wide and sighing contentedly.

“Denji…” you say, hoping he’ll just realize he’s being obnoxious. When he doesn’t pay you any mind, you start shaking your legs to shake him off.

“Denji!” You laugh, although somewhat annoyed that he’s just taking up all this space.

“Whaaattt??” He finally responds, shaking his legs back with a devious grin on his face.

You reach under the kotatsu and try to push his leg off but he pushes back against the force of your hand. Denji makes a “ahh haa” sound to mock you, sticking his tongue out.

This back and forth goes on for a few minutes. You push him, he pushes you back. You slap his leg, and he tries to swat at you from his lying position. Eventually you both start laughing at each other. Denji sits back up and leans his head on his hand. He smiles at you with his cheeks all red. Probably from all the kicking and gyrating he was doing. He reaches under the kotatsu and pinches your leg, and you let out a playful yelp. You reach back under to do the same, pinching him on what you assume to be the top of his thigh. But instead of Denji yelling or getting annoyed, his face begins to redden more, eyes starting to avoid yours.

Confused, you pinch him again, thinking he’ll do something back to you. But this time, he just closes his eyes and exhales through his nose loudly. You lower your face to try and look him in the eyes, but Denji instead turns his face away.

‘Does he… like this? Did he do this wanting me to pinch him back?’ You wonder to yourself. It’s no secret that Denji likes the thrill of pain, but you assumed that was just when he fought. Before you can let your thoughts wander more, you feel Denji grab your hand under the kotatsu, squeezing your fingers. You look at him, his eyes still looking down at the table. With his other arm leaning on the table, his hand covers his mouth, trying to covertly hide his expression and the redness creeping in on his face. Denji puts your hand on his thigh, and you feel his hand on yours. He starts dragging his nails down your skin, making you gasp out loud.

“What happened?” Aki peeks his head out from the kitchen while he does the dishes. Hearing this, Power tilts her head around to look at you and Denji.

“N-nothing! It’s nothing, sorry.” You say with your voice cracking a bit. You glare at Denji who is still trying to cover his mouth, but smirking now. “You…”

You do the same back to Denji, teasing him just the way he did to you. Scratching his thigh didn’t get much of a reaction out of him, though. He does it back to you, but harder this time. You quickly turn to look at him, and all you can see are his eyes looking up at you pleadingly. Your heart skips a beat, understanding now that he wants you to do it harder. When you do, you see Denji’s neck cringe from pleasure. The sight of him getting turned on by you and the small hints of pain in your teasing, inadvertently starts turning you on as well.

The blanket under the tabletop is big and heavy, so nobody notices when either of you start moving around more underneath it. Denji goes back to laying flat on the floor while you lay on your side. You’ve both pulled the blanket up to your necks now, allowing both of you to reach more than just each other’s thighs.

Living with Denji, you two ended up constantly flirting with each other. As boys usually do, Denji’s way of showing it was always to tease you. When it mattered the most, he did protect you and looked out for you. But at home, when he could be his weird self, he loved to tease you. You once came close to kissing him late at night when you both started falling asleep on the couch watching a movie, leaning on each other. But nothing ever came of it, until today. Maybe Denji couldn’t take it anymore.

You gasp quietly to yourself when you feel Denji’s hand move up your arm, making its way up to your chest. He glances over at you to look for a reaction, hesitating. With just your eyes, you scan the room to make sure Aki and Power aren’t paying attention, which they aren’t. You look back at Denji, making tiny nods with your head. His eyes widen in surprise and excitement. Without wasting any more time, Denji’s hand finds its way to your breast, cupping and squeezing it gently at first. He tries to nonchalantly watch you for your reaction.

Denji’s hands are so big and warm that it honestly feels really good. Your eyes close in pleasure and you start letting out small breathy moans through your nose, trying so hard to be quiet. But suddenly, you hear Denji chuckle. It’s so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. But before you open your eyes, you feel Denji’s hand go under your shirt, pinching your nipple with his fingertips.

You grab your mouth to try keeping yourself from making too much noise, not really able to do much of anything with Aki and Power in the same room. Denji, still being Denji, starts teasing you. His fingertips start circling around your hardened nipple, pinching it randomly, trying to get you to gasp out loud. You feel yourself start getting wet. Were you also enjoying the random bits of pain? Denji somehow found a way to make it feel good and not actually hurt.

To retaliate, you lean over and run your hand up Denji’s thigh, hand resting over the crotch of his shorts. His eyes flash open at you, and all you can do is smirk at him. He pinches your nipple again in response.

Your hand knew exactly where to go, because… well frankly, Denji was already incredibly hard before you even touched him. He got that freaking hard just teasing you and feeling you up. You find the seam of his shorts, take a deep breath, and start making your way up them.

You didn’t think your first time feeling him up would be during a situation like this… but damn was it exciting. Nervous and eager to feel Denji, you finally slide your fingers underneath the fabric of his underwear. He was so hot from being so stiff that it warmed your fingers to the touch immediately. Denji was pretty big, and it somewhat takes you by surprise. You drag your fingertips across his skin from the base of him to his tip. There’s already precum pooling at the top. You laugh to yourself and drag the tip of your finger across it, using it to lubricate your fingertip as it circles the head of his cock. Denji throws his head back in pleasure, letting go of your boob. Closing your fingers around him, you start pumping your hand up and down his length, watching his eyes roll back in his head. Once you get a good rhythm going and he starts getting into it… you suddenly let go, making him go crazy from the sudden withdrawl. His knees jerk and hit the kotatsu from inside, making him yell out.

“Okay, what’s going on in there??” Aki asks annoyed, coming out from the kitchen to see what’s going on. For some reason, your immediate response is to close your eyes and pretend you fell asleep under the kotatsu when Aki comes in.

“It’s fine, just go back to your chores,” Denji retorts, trying so hard to play it off. “I just hit my knees, no big deal, it’s fine.” Aki looks down at you, then glares at Denji.

“Be quiet, she’s sleeping. And you should be, too. In fact,” Aki says, turning to look at Power as well, “We should all be going to sleep. We all have work tomorrow morning.”

“Yeah, yeah, got it. I’ll wake her up and tell her to go to bed. Just wanna finish my show.” Denji says, trying to convince Aki and Power to both leave. Which they do, because Aki takes Meowy in an effort to get Power to go back to her room and sleep.

For a few brief moments it’s completely silent. Out of nowhere, you feel something warm near your face. You open your eyes to see Denji hovering above you. He playfully grabs your chin, bringing his mouth to your ear. He licks the shell of your ear, then bites on your earlobe before whispering, “You’re really in for it now.”

[moonstruckme]

Hi! I'd copy-and-pasted this request into my doc to write it, but now I can't find it in my inbox! I don't think it was anonymous, so if this is your request and it somehow got deleted, I'm very sorry! Thank you for requesting, apologies for the wait, and hope you like it <3

hi love!!! Congratulations on 1,000 followers!!! I absolutely adore your writing and if your requests are open I’d love it if you could right something about poly marauders with a reader who’s non-binary or gender fluid. Maybe they just got together and the reader hasn’t came out to them yet or something. Idk you get all the writing freedom, of course if you don’t want to write it’s totally fine!!! Thanks anyway 🫶💗🫶💗 xoxo

cw: marauders unknowingly misrepresent reader's pronouns+gender

poly!marauders x nb!reader ♡ 1.1k words

“Sirius, no.” Remus rubs at his temples. “I will not mar you with a tattoo gun you bought from some bloke on the street.” 

“Oh, don’t be such a wuss,” Sirius complains, sitting spread out on his bed. “It'll be fun, you can all do it!”

“I’m on board,” James says from his own bed. He’s levitating his shoes about the room idly. “Hey Pads, can we draw anything we want?” 

Sirius ponders this for a moment. “If you do a dick, it has to be small, and I’m putting an arrow with your name next to it.” 

James’ smile fades, and he lets the shoes drop. “You’re no fun.” 

“I don’t know,” you say to Remus, looking up at him from your chosen spot on the floor of their dorm. “It’s his body, I say let him cover it in shitty tattoos if that’s what he wants.” 

“Yes!” Sirius hops down from his bed to throw an arm around your shoulders, planting a kiss on your cheek. “That’s what I’m talking about, that’s my girl!” 

You’d begun to glow at his over-the-top praise, but you dim at the last bit. Sirius must feel it; he looks over at you quizzically as Remus says for the fifth time, “That’s fine, but I won’t have anything to do with it.” 

“Well, it’ll…” Sirius’ eyebrows furrow as he continues to watch you. You try to bury your discontent where he can’t see it, but once he catches a whiff of melancholy he becomes a dog with a bone. The levity slowly leeches from his voice. “It’ll be more fun if you all do it…Sorry, sweetheart, is everything alright?” 

You don’t want the attention, but you can’t bring yourself to lie. “I didn’t mean to distract you,” you say softly, shoulders hunching forward. “Keep going.” 

“No, that’s alright.” His slender fingers squeeze at your shoulder like he can tell you need the comfort. “It’s not actually important. What’s on your mind?” 

You want to tell him. You want to tell all of them, you have for weeks, but is there ever a right time? When the boys had first asked you out, it felt too abrupt to say anything, like you were making a big deal out of nothing because they didn’t even know you all that well. But now you’ve turned serious faster than you could’ve seen coming, and they feel like they do know you that well. And the longer you go without telling them, the more like you feel like you’re keeping some dirty secret. 

You should have just corrected them the first time they’d gotten your pronouns wrong. Each time feels like someone’s chipping away at your heart with a toothpick, the pain lessened by your surety in their good intentions but still very much there. It’s almost worse, now, to be on the precipice of falling in love with people who you don’t feel really know you, and it’s all your own fault.

This isn’t how you’d imagined the conversation coming about, but it might be the best chance you get for a while. 

“I, uh.” You clear your throat, unsure if you should move out from under Sirius’ arm for this conversation but really not wanting to. “I don’t…listen, it’s not your fault, but I don’t really like it when you call me your girl.” 

Sirius lets his arm drop to look at you properly, hurt flashing across his features. You take his hand, selfish thing that you are. “I mean it, it’s really not your fault.” It’s more plea than promise. “It’s just that I don’t—I don’t really see myself as a girl. I’m sorry.” 

You watch confusion take hold in Sirius’ expression before letting your eyes flit to the other boys. James looks tentatively like he’s beginning to understand, and Remus’ face is carefully controlled. He leans his elbows on his knees, looking down at you. 

“What do you mean by that, honey?” 

You know the endearment is meant to soften the question, but you get all tense around the middle anyway. 

“Just that…” You swallow, and James offers you a small smile of encouragement. “I don’t really see myself as any gender. It’s…it’s called nonbinary, I don’t know if you might’ve heard of it before? I’m really sorry I didn’t say something sooner.” 

“Hey, that’s alright.” James kicks a foot out from his bed, nudging your leg gently. “I’m really glad you told us, angel. Thank you.” 

You try to return his smile, chewing your lip. 

“Merlin, I thought you meant you didn’t want to be our girl,” Sirius sighs, bumping your shoulder with his. “That would have been unacceptable. You can be our something-else, though, if you like.” 

This is going well, you tell yourself. They’re being as kind as you’d always expected. Still, you don’t feel like they fully understand what you’re so clumsily trying to tell them.

“I get it if this changes things for you,” you say, and when you lean away from Sirius’ touch, he doesn’t chase you. “I know this is…you signed on for a girlfriend, not this.” 

The gentle smile drops from James’ face. His eyebrows twitch together uncertainly. “We…what? No, we didn’t…we didn’t ‘sign on’ for anything like that. We signed on for you.” 

“Darling,” Remus says, in that careful, measured voice that you can’t decide if you should be nervous about, “I don’t know a lot about this, so correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t the point that you’re still you? You’re just telling us how you’d like to be treated and understood, right?”

You take a second to run over his words in your head before nodding. 

Everything about Remus has gone soft, from his eyes to the gentle uptilt of his mouth. “Then James is right. Nothing has changed. I mean, we can make any changes to our relationship that make you more comfortable, but nothing about how much we care for you is any different.” 

“And look around you, sweetheart.” Laughter livens Sirius’ tone. “It’s not like any of us are only dating girls.” 

A smile tugs at your lips. “That’s a good point,” you mumble, and he laughs, arm reclaiming its spot around your shoulders. 

“Yeah, I actually do make those sometimes,” he teases. “Listen, gorgeous, I don’t think anyone here has a problem with you being whoever you are. Just tell us what you like to be called, and we will. And if there’s anything we do that you don’t like,” he adds, giving your shoulder a little squeeze, “you can tell us those things too.” 

James nods, emphatic. “Exactly. We want to support you, angel. Thanks for telling us, but just keep talking to us when you can, okay?” 

You have to bite down on your lip to contain the full scope of your smile. “Okay,” you promise him, overflowing with a gratitude that feels a lot like love. “Thanks. You guys are too sweet to me.” 

Remus makes a pfft sound. “Dove, I cannot believe that is your standard for sweetness. You’ve set the bar far too low.” 

[toxicanonymity]

omg personal trainer joel is so good!!!!!!! can u pls pls pls do doctor!joel? :D

A/N: Can i offer you a bite of NURSE!Joel? IDK why, but I needed to write him.

Dark Nurse Joel (sex pollen)

<1k words / dark!Joel x f!reader

WARNINGS: nonconsensual sex pollen dosing, unsafe P in V, fingering, gaslighting, degradation. Three short scenarios, unedited chaos.

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Nurse Joel would look so fine in his turquoise scrubs with the sleeves almost too small.  The pants would hug his ass. He would inject sex pollen into your IV bag and. . .

He’d stress that if you need anything at all, you just press that call button.  There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for a patient.  He’d squeeze your hand and make eye contact,  watching your pupils dilate with his charm and his touch.  Then he’d leave the room before it takes effect and not come back until you’re so desperate you hit the call button. You’d be touching yourself when he came back in, and he’d act embarrassed for you, quickly closing the blinds and locking the door. “Whoa, whoa, what’s goin’ on, sugar?” He’d act caught off guard like he doesn’t know what to do.

He’d rest his big, masculine hand on your inner thigh as he “thinks” about what to do, then you’d move his hand where you want it and he’d groan when he feels how wet you are. He’d circle your clit lazily at first with two flattened fingers. “Fuck, sweetheart. This what ya need?” And you’d grab his hand and pant “inside, inside.”  He’d take a deep breath then plunge his fingers into you with a shaky moan. Then he’d hold eye contact while he finger fucks you til you come.

Maybe he’d even agree to keep it a secret as long as you helped him out with the situation you just caused of him being rock-hard on the job and unable to continue his rounds until he comes.  Then he might degrade you for being so desperate and he'd hold this over your head the rest of the time you're there.

OR . . .

He'd strap you to the hospital bed with leather restraints, wait for it to take effect, then casually come by and stand in the doorway with his huge arms crossed, watching you wake up feral. He’d close the door to your room and pretend to be looking at the paperwork on the back of the door while he waits for you to beg for it. “How ya feelin'?” he'd ask. You wouldn't know what to say. You'd ask him to let you out. “Afraid I can’t do that. Anything I can bring ya?” Your eyes would be glued to his crotch where a bulge is growing. 

He’d gently pinch the hem of your hospital gown where it rests on top of your thighs.  He’d slowly rub the cloth between his fingers as he asks darkly, “Anything I can do for ya?” You’d answer in a quiet sequence "ums" and "uhs" and he'd wait patiently as you to tried to find the words to ask your nurse to dick you down. Then you'd just reach for his cock. He wouldn't stop you. He'd sigh as you stroked it. Then when you grabbed his cock, he'd whisper “good girl,” then take it out.

He’d hold the rails of your bed while he joins you on it. He'd get between your knees and as you squirm and sweat with need. Then he’d shove himself into you and let you do most of the work, bucking up against him as he rocks into you.  “This what ya needed?” He'd spread your legs wide open and hook your knees over the bed rails before finishing inside.

OR . . .

He’d lock the door and sit in the visitor chair and already have his dick out, stroking himself with ultrasound jelly he snagged from the supply room. Looking at you intensely as you wake up desperately cock hungry and when you see what he’s doing, it only gets more intense. You’d start trying to take your IV out and he’d quickly put his dick away and say “whoa, what are ya doin’, sweetheart?”

He’d come over to ‘help’ you as if he wasn’t jacking off in the corner five seconds ago.  He’d gaslight you that you were having a dream. When you reached for his cock, he’d act nervous and reluctant and eventually act like he’s caving into your desperation.  “Okay, okay, shit, I ain’t gonna turn ya down,” he’d say as he looked you up and down, marveling at your feral state. “But let’s bring this with us, hmm?” He’d help roll the IV across the room. He’d sit down in the visitor’s chair again and let you ride him, acting like he’s doing you a favor.  Then when he's about to come he'd pull you down and make you milk his cock. Then afterwards, he'd act like you took advantage of him but kindly, he's not gonna report it.

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thanks for reading <333

oh and here's PT Joel if you're looking for him - personal trainer , part 2

[thebloodredraven]

Akatsuki Secret [sub] Kinks - Part I

lineup: itachi uchiha, hidan, konan, sasori warnings: mentions and descriptions of rough sex, degradation, dumbification, mommy kink, humiliation, r*pe play, and edging, gender inclusive

- x - notes: I've had this in my drafts for a little while (a year lmao), but I couldn't get Hidan fleshed out tbh. His was hard. Anyways: minors do not interact, comment or reblog if you like it, and make sure to support other fanfic writers ♥ I only do these when the moment strikes so idk when the second part will be published but it'll get done! thanks ♥ - x -

Itachi: degredation/humiliation

Sure, he could be the best pleasure dom you've ever come across ever. Ever. But have you considered he gives you all the praise because he's tired of hearing it for himself? Every waking minute of his life, he has to hear about how great he is. How powerful he is. How nobody will ever amount to his power and prowess as a shinobi. Praise, envy, recognition, infamy, compliments, shoe-shining, ass-kissing, blah blah blah blah blah. He's heard it all before and he's sick of it.

You can't convince me he wouldn't fold, or at least pause him in his tracks, if someone told him he wasn't as special as everyone claimed he was. That he wasn't worth the hype. That you expected more from someone with his name. That the way he was writhing and keening from your fingers milking his prostate because he hates being edged was unbecoming of him. That Uchiha pride of his would fight back against the accusations and his eyes would burn with hatred, but the beet-red blush that covers his entire face and chest while you're impaling his wet throat tells you he feels otherwise.

That man wants to be spit on and called a cock-sucking whore while he's ass up taking a strap. Call him pathetic. Tell him how stupid he looks with his fucked-out face smothered in the pillows and slick all over his chin from when you sat on his face and smothered him until he couldn't breathe. Laugh at him when he begs for air by tapping your thighs. Ask him how he'd feel if his entire family could see him in a position that would bring the whole clan to shame, and he'd feel freer and more liberated than he has his whole life cause all the expectations people placed on him are GONE and he can just be your dumb little toy.

Konan: dominatrix

I feel it in my gut that this woman is a dominatrix at certain times. She feels like a switch, but the few times she needs to be in that special space? Needs to feel some semblance of control because everything else around her is out of her grasp because someone else has what she wants in their clutches? That's when she slips into that headspace.

Unlike Itachi as a pleasure dom, she's a no-nonsense woman and expects to be obeyed. You'll be rethinking about how you backtalked her when your top half is hanging off the bed while she fucks you with a brutality she learned to harness on the battlefield, the only thing keeping you from falling being her strong grip on your hips.

You've got drool sliding down your cheek and a tight grip on her wrist while she forces moan after moan after moan from you until you're screaming and crying for her to stop. Because after four messy, powerful orgasms you can't take it anymore. It's too much. She'll slow down once she sees you sobbing and bend down to kiss away your tears, letting you get a breather, but she's not pulling out. In fact, you're too dazed by her lips to realize the meaning behind her sliding her hands up your body to rest at the juncture of your neck. She presses one more tender kiss to your ears before whispering in a deceptively kind voice, "I know it's a lot, baby. But you know tears don't move me. Until I hear that safe word, you're going to take it until I'm satisfied you've learned your lesson. Now stop whining and spread your legs wider. You're in for a long night."

Hidan: dumbification/tenderness

You'd think this one would be easy because what you see is what you get most of the time with Hidan: a sadomasochistic pain-obsessed BDSM freak with very little boundaries. He typically requires a lot from sexual partners because that's all he's used to: intensity. Everything with him is always blood, violence, screaming, sacrifice, Jashin, Jashin, Jashin, kill, kill, kill. R8P play, flogging, knife play, golden showers, and even killing him are not above his desires. But this is about secret kinks. There are enough fanfics about him loving the thrill of being bullied by big muscular men to the nth degree, but what's something he'd keep hidden from everyone else? One he might actually feel embarrassed about sharing with someone? One he'd go to great lengths to hide because it's the one thing he's ashamed about feeling like he needs? It's not a kink at all. It's a human emotion that he craves to feel during the moment more than he's willing to admit: It's tenderness. It's making love to him to slow his mind down and coaxing his orgasms from him in a way that doesn't overstimulate him and watching him make sense of it. It's enacting acts of violence against his body with spiked whips, chain-shibari, and barbed wire but pressing a kiss to his fresh, bloodied wounds at the same time. It's making him understand that he craves violence and hedonism because it's the only form of control he ever has and taking it away from him is a risk you love him enough to take. It's being in the throes of pleasure and getting him right to his peak before forcing him to keep eye contact as his pleasure spills over and wracks through his body in waves because of the softness and admiration aimed towards him at his most vulnerable. He'll NEVER admit it out loud and he'd actually kill you if you brought it up any time outside of the bedroom, but you know. He knows you know. It works out.

Sasori: MMlb/DDlb

I see this man portrayed as a hard dom 98% of the time and I'm not mad about it, but........ The same man that figuratively and literally wears a hard shell of a mask to hide his vulnerable and delicate nature? The man that finds beauty in the most macabre things because it's everlasting and immortal, therefore will always be remembered and praised? The man that found peace after death because someone finally understood him? The man that created puppets of his parents for some form of connection to the intimacy that he was robbed of? The Scorpio? That man needs a Mommy with a capital M. He wants to be nurtured. He wants to be held. He wants someone else to hold the strings to his heart for a change. That bad attitude and mean streak doesn't change the fact that that man is a bottom; a bottom leaning switch at MOST.

[thatlovinfeelin]

Flightless Bird | five | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw X OC

Synopsis: Josephine Wilson Miller is alone for the first time in her life. She got married after her first year of college and became a housewife, but that life is gone now. So she runs to San Diego, to her childhood best friend Jake, where she meets the man who could very well be her salvation.

series warnings: unplanned pregnancy, just pregnancy in general, talks of infertility. past mental and emotional abuse. anxiety. talks of women's reproductive systems (idk)

Jake didn’t expect to see Jose in front of the large hallway mirror, in a tank top, when he got home. She shifted, turning to the side a little before frowning. He watched as she grabbed the stomach of the shirt and pulled, almost seeming to be trying to stretch it out. 

“You have some serious frown lines, Jose,” Jake spoke up from his spot. 

“I think you’re going to need to tell Phoenix,” Was her only reply, shifting again. 

“Tell her what exactly?”

She turned to face him and pointed to her stomach, “I’m starting to show. Like, show…so I feel like you probably need to tell your girlfriend that your roommate is- that I’m,” She paused, her eyebrows furrowed for a moment, “Well…that I’m pregnant.”

“You just said-” He shook his head, stepping closer to her. 

She looked just as shocked as Jake. Hell, she felt more shock than he could. She tried not to shake as her hand found its way to the small little bump. So small, but just large enough that she wasn’t looking bloated as much. Jose was starting to actually look pregnant. Look it, and feel it. 

“I should start feeling it move soon,” She told him, sounding very dazed, “And um, if it cooperates, I should find out what it is in the next week or two.”

“So, you’re ready for this? I mean I can be happy Uncle Jake and start buying shit?” 

“Maybe hold off on buying things,” She couldn’t help the smile that started to spread across her face, “Jake, I’m having a baby.”

He let out a happy laugh and ran to pick her up. She was laughing and crying, happy but still scared shitless. But this was her baby, her chance at being a mother. She squeezed Jake tightly, so thankful that he was here. 

“I just…I don’t want you to have to keep this from her any longer, because I know how much you love her. But also, selfishly, I’m going to need a girl in my corner. Just please, make sure she knows it stays between us three. I’m still not ready for the whole world to know.”

“You have my word,” He swore, “Just us, no one else.”

Jose knew he wanted to tell everyone, because he hated having to keep something like this a secret. He was proud and excited. None of his sisters had their own children yet. What Jose didn’t know was that he already had a small, exceptionally soft teddy bear tucked away in the back corner of his closet just waiting. He bought it within the first few weeks of her being there.  In his spare time, when he wasn’t on base or with Phoenix, and Jose was already asleep, he would research the best cribs, strollers, and car seats. He wanted to be prepared. 

“For the record, I think you look fantastic. Hell, you look exactly like you did in high school,” Jake shrugged. 

“You’ve been conditioned to say that,” Jose laughed, “Admit it, I’m starting to look like the Pillsbury Doughboy. My stomach is growing and my boobs are becoming an issue.”

“I don’t think I’m allowed to comment on your boobs anymore, Jose.”

She smacked his shoulder. He laughed and tucked her under his arm, gently kissing the top of her head. He liked having her in his house. He liked the way she livened up the place, and brought a touch that it was once missing. He didn’t realize how much he missed her until she was suddenly here again.

“Do you mind if I go over to Phoenix’s tonight? I can come home early if I need to.”

“No, go spend time with her. I’m probably just going to go for a walk and head to bed. This thing is sucking all of the life out of me.”

“Jose?” He questioned a few minutes later, after they moved to separate parts of the house. 

He heard a hum from her, indicating that she was listening from her spot in the kitchen, “For the record,” He continued, “You’re going to be an amazing mother. That baby is already so damn lucky to have you.”

She sniffed, trying not to allow herself to cry. Hormones had been doing an absolute number on her, yesterday she wanted to throw away a pillow simply because it wouldn’t fluff right on her bed. Luckily Jake stepped in before she could physically tear the damned thing apart. 

“You’re going to be a hell of an uncle, Jake,” She told him, meaning every word.

“Damn right I will be,” Jose could hear his stupid smile without even having to turn around to see it. 

She sighed, “If only I had your confidence, Jake.”

She heard his footsteps before he leaned down to kiss her cheek, “Well, can’t have everything now can you? I’m going to head over to Phoenix’s, but call me if you need me to come home, okay? She’s just right down the street.”

She jokingly shoved him again, “Go hang out with your girlfriend. Oh, and do me a favor use a condom, okay? We only need one baby at a time.”

His laughter was loud enough to echo through the entire house, “God I’ve missed having you around, Jose. I’ll see you later, love you both!”

Love you both…Jose felt her heart swell. Both. Her and the little baby inside her. There were still a lot of things she couldn’t come to terms with yet. Michael being one of them, but she would figure all of that out later. One thing she knew, the sooner the divorce was finalized the better. She didn’t want to be a Miller anymore, she didn’t want her baby to be one either. They were Wilsons. Good old Texas Wilsons. 

Yet, as much as she loved Texas, Jose couldn’t imagine raising her child there. Not near her own mother, who would constantly scrutinize every decision Jose would make. Not when the entire town would pick sides, because Michael would definitely twist the events around so he looked like the good guy and she looked like the villain in the story. 

Jose waited twenty minutes before pulling on an old oversized sweatshirt and grabbing her set of house keys. The sun was slowly starting to set, casting a beautiful golden glow. In just a couple of months she would be able to watch the sunset with her baby in her arms. Even if she still couldn’t fully believe it was happening. 

She enjoyed the short walk to the park, taking in the fresh air and cool breeze. No matter what, she was glad her baby would have a chance to love nature as much as she did and not grow up in stuffy god awful Manhattan. 

There would still be a very hard conversation in the future though. She didn’t know what her and Bradley were to one another, but she knew they cared for each other in their own ways. But she didn’t know how he would react to her…condition. Selfishly, she liked the way he looked at her now and she knew the second she told him he wouldn’t look at her that way again. 

No one wanted a woman pregnant with another man’s baby.

Yes, a man could love another man’s child. But this was different. She felt like this would be harder somehow. Somehow, she felt like the possibility of Bradley walking away would hurt more than Michael ever could. No matter how hard she tried to fight it, she cared for Bradley. 

“You look like shit,” Jose told the pilot when she got close enough, “Rough day at office?”

He laughed and scooted over on the bench, “Yeah something like that. Maverick beat the shit out of us in the air.”

“Jake seemed fine enough.”

“Hangman was Mav’s wingman, so yeah I guess he was fine.”

“Oh. I assume that was rough.”

He sighed, running a hand over his face,” There was a time that Hangman probably would’ve been able to shoot me down in a couple of seconds..”

“Not anymore though?” Her eyebrows raised, a hint of intrigue. 

“There was a mission a couple of months back that sort of changed all of us. A life or death kind of thing.”

Jose thought for a moment before remembering the award she saw tucked in the back of Jake’s closet last week while she was doing laundry. The date on it was this year, and it seemed to be for some kind of heroics. But Jake didn’t like to talk about work with her, if you could even call what he did work. Because to her, calling what he did in the Navy ‘work’ just seemed like it was undervaluing all of it. 

“Is that what the award in the back of his closet is for?” She questioned. 

“He- That ass has it in his closet? Wait, how do you know?”

She shrugged, “I do laundry sometimes. Trying to pull my own weight, I don’t have a job so it’s not like I can help pay bills. So I do housework.”

“Why his closet though? He- fuck he saved my life and he hides it in his closet?”

Jose couldn’t tell if Bradley was mad. She couldn’t tell what he was feeling at all. But she knew that Bradley didn’t know how Jake really was when it came to talking about his life in the air. He might act like he loved the praise, but in all reality he hated it. 

“He doesn't like talking about all of that,” She told him honestly, “You might not get to see that side of him, but when he’s not with all of y’all, he hates the praise. I hardly know anything about his career because I nearly have to beat information out of him.”

“Are you sure you’re talking about the same man? Because Seresin lives off of the attention and praise.”

“No, not really. I think it actually makes his skin crawl. When he was first starting out, sure he might have needed it. His dad is a dickhole, so he didn’t get a lot of validation as a child. But I don’t think he really wants the praise at all anymore. He’s good, and he knows it. But, between you and me, I think he’d be happy to literally fly under the radar some days and just… be.”

Bradley was silent for a minute before shaking his head. He was trying to clear away the fog that somehow settled over him. He could see it though, the unease that Hangman had sometimes. He noticed it in a few briefings over the last few months, when the heroics of the shot that saved Bradley and Mav were brought up. Hangman would clench his fists or else his fingers would start twitching. Sometimes his legs would start bouncing. For just a split second or two, he would lose that stone exterior. 

“How is it possible that you somehow see a whole different side to him than the rest of us?” Bradley finally asked her. 

“Probably because I’ve known him since we were shitting diapers together,” She shrugged, “When you know someone for that long, you trust them. But don’t be fooled, I think Phoenix sees that side too. Maybe even a different side of him than I’ve ever seen. Human beings are multifaceted, remember?”

He laughed briefly before turning towards her, “So what side of you am I getting to see?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

She felt his hand gently grab hers, squeezing softly. She wasn’t ashamed of her smile though. She liked the feeling of his hand against hers. Jose liked knowing that he wanted to hold her hand, at the very least. 

“What happened to you staying away from me?” He suddenly asked her, “Because you keep coming back time and time again, and then it’s like you suddenly realize this self imposed rule.”

“I should stay away,” She agreed, “But it’s like I can’t. I could try…I have tried. But I can’t, and I don’t like it. It scares me, because I feel like I’m turnin into my mama. Because for some reason I feel like I would risk it all to be with you, and I hardly know you. And shit, there are a lot of things in my life that are complicated, but it doesn't feel complicated when I’m with you.”

Their silence was broken by the sound of the wind through the trees. Jose tilted her face up, letting the sun warm it and wind blow gently across it. Bradley just watched her, taking in the way that she looked so serene. Sure, Hangman would probably have his balls for being anywhere near Jose. But he didn’t have the strength to resist either. Not when he felt a tugging in his gut, almost as if someone was telling him to stay with her. 

“I don’t think I could stay away if I tried,” Bradley admitted slowly, “But damnit, Jose, I really don’t want to try.”

She looked over at him and smiled almost shyly, “So we don’t. We don’t try. We just let this be whatever it is.” 

“I like that idea,” He told her honestly, “So what is this, Miss Josephine?”

“No labels, no pressure,” She responded, “Just easy. That’s what this is. It’s easy, Bradley.”

“I like that,” He dropped one of his arms around her shoulder and pulled her closer, “If I’m being honest, I think I like you too.”

“Yeah yeah,” Her head settled on her shoulder, “Just give Jake a chance, please? Like a real one. Don’t let his bullshit be all you see. He’s actually a pretty great person, if you can see past all of that shit.”

He kissed the top of her head before he could find a way to talk himself out of it. But Jose didn’t move away, in fact she seemed to move even closer to him. He smiled, glancing down at her. He wasn’t sure how she managed to come into his life, or how they would work out all of the shit the both of them went through prior to meeting one another. But she was right, because being with her was just easy. And it felt right. Being with her felt like the only thing in the world that he was really doing right. He wished he could tell her that without her running away. 

He could tell she was still timid and scared. The last thing Bradley wanted to do was give her a reason to run. Because if she ran, he knew he would never be able to catch her. Hangman would make sure of that. He prayed that day would never come. 

“Even if everything with Michael hurt like hell, I’m glad it happened,” She said after a long silence, “Because it brought me to you.”

[cvmrag]

MINORS DNI

Cw: non.con, object inser.tion, vines + b0ndage, idk if it counts as bre.eding but seed pods are involved, plant fucking, monster fucking/kelpie (so horse cock I guess), brief breath.p1ay, aphrodisiac/druggedish,

Back at it again with my usual levels of weird. Proceed with caution and mind the content warnings. Reader pov.

Imagine exploring a swamp or marsh your town claimed is haunted by an evil horse spirit. Trying to wade through a marsh thought to be inhabited by all manner of supernatural entities in an attempt to prove the town superstitions wrong

Pushing through curtains of vines and splashing through hip deep water, trying to find your way back out. Stumbling past walls of reeds and staring at impossibly large lily pads

Unable to keep your curiosity at bay when you spot a large field of some sort of pitcher shaped plant on meter long stalks, warm orange stripes catching the light in mesmerizing ways.

Realizing your mistake the second you're within reach of the odd plants and the cup sized openings began stretching towards you. Trying to turn back but feeling multiple plants latching onto your gear and clothing, reeling you deeper into the thicket.

Unable to keep them from tearing off chunks of clothing and your bag until you're exposed from your head to your ankles to the surprisingly strong flora.

The openings start suctioning over your chest, pressing against your neck, one huge one sucking its way up your thigh, detaching with loud sloppy popping sounds, until its finally hovering right between your legs.

That moments hesitation is the only warning you have before its pressed flush against you and your hips are rutting into its tight grip. The tight pressure feeling amazing while it starts gently pulling its pitcher head back and forth without letting up on the pressure.

Secreting what seems to be a sort of sensitizing lubricant from within the large flower head. Increasing the suction around you until you're aching and swollen from over.stimulation, shaking and trembling in the plants hold.

Your pleasure dizzy mind having trouble focusing on the fact that staying in this thicket for much longer will be too much for your swollen, pulsing body.

The tenacious heads latching onto your nipples and popping off one after the other as you begin an attempt to push through the stalks on shaking legs. The suction cups latching and detaching rapidly filling your mind with such a haze that you flop mindlessly to the ground as soon as you manage to pass the last of the sentient pitcher plants.

Eventually managing to raise your head and seeing that you've made it to the edge of a mutant tulip field.

(vines, aphrodisiak, + seed pod insertion past here)

Naked, dripping and trembling you brace your arms against the soft marsh grass, trying to push yourself up, only to feel something cold and unyielding circling your wrists and ankles

Pollen begins to tickle your nose at first before seeming to further cloud your mind when a soft red tulip smears the yellow powder against your lips.

The sentient forest vines begin spreading your now even more pliant body open, legs wide, and laying you on top of the soft flowers patch.

Planting leathery, plum sized, bumpy seed pods deep inside your pliant body. Pushing them in one after the other, each bump popping past your weak resistance making you tremble in its hold.

Filling you with a fluid as viscous as sap to keep it's seedlings inside long enough for them to sprout. Swelling lightly as the sticky fluid oozes further inside you, moaning at each additional spurt seals the seed pods deep inside you.

Feeling a twitching in your belly when the seedlings begin to sprout. The vines take notice immediately and your passed from vine to vine in a dizzy blur and when you're able to refocus on your surroundings you're back in the a thicket of sunset orange pitcher plants.

The large pitcher plant once again sealing around you hole before it began a gentle suction. The sap like fluid beginning to flow out of you and it removed the sap and sprouts while others once again pressed against your nipples.

Your pliant body hanging loose in the vines firm hold even after the last seed slips from your hole. Pollen still clouding your mind and keeping you suspended for reasons you couldn't understand.

(kelpie + horse stuff + breath.play)

Hearing the soft thump of foot falls to your right. Dragging your head up to blearily lock eyes with what could only be the kelpie of the marsh, spoken of around town in hushed tones.

The horse shaped creature was well known for its habit of luring travelers onto it's back so they may be carried to their unwitting, watery grave. Luckily, there are other ways they can transport people that doesn't end in death.

This particular one decides to rescue you from the forest plants by carrying you out of the marsh speared on its cock.

The massive thing slips into you easily after the days treatment. It thrusts a few time to ensure you're properly filled with it before it begins to a slow trot through the dense undergrowth.

Tired arms clinging to its underbelly as it submerged you each time it waded through a high marsh. Tossing its mane and thrusting into you when you tightened around it while struggling to hold your breath with a horse cock buried unfathomably deep inside you.

It simply sliding you off its cock before cvmming what felt like gallons on you. Feeling it pour out of your loose hole.

Watching as the kelpie disapears back into the fog while you wonder how to get back home..

Lmk if I missed a cw

[lollytea]

any huntlow miraculous au ideas ??

Disclaimer: I have not watched miraculous in nearly four years. I do not know what is going on in that show anymore and at this point I'm too afraid to ask.

However the reason I did start watching it for a time was because I was intrigued by the concept. I liked this idea of different facets of your personality only on display depending on the identity you're presenting and how mixed up that can get when it's a romance between two people who know each other with and without the mask and how the relationships shift depending on that. It's very basic superhero trope stuff but idk it scratches the little part of my brain that's obsessed with psychology and messy convoluted character dynamics. So the idea of doing something like that with huntlow DOES sound cool. But I have no concrete ideas.

Me personally I don't like doing AUs with huntlow unless it keeps them in the Boiling Isles setting and it keeps their respective backgrounds as GG and half-a-witch Willow. So I'm not big on Human AUs. So I wouldn't think too much about a typical miraculous AU myself. I'll leave that to other people to have their fun with. I love the miraculous AU art they do 💕

But WHAT IF. WHAT IF WHAT IF

Okay okay okay. So what if we start off with the idea of Willow having a celebrity crush on the Golden Guard. Remember that AU? So lets say its pre-season 1. So Willow is still in the abomination track and is kinda a shrinking violet. So the Golden Guard happened to rescue her once and now she's all smitten over how cool and confident he is.

Anyway, Willow is forbidden from doing plant magic. However Willow loves to do plant magic. So her solution to this is to do plant magic in secret. One thing leads to another and now she sneaks out of the house every night and uses her magic to assist civilians in need. She's never really had a chance to let loose with her powers before. It makes her feel so cool and strong. Plus she really does empathize with how it feels to be vulnerable so she likes to help when she can. So she's developed a little bit of a superhero-ish alter ego.

The aesthetic of this is just making me go insane. Like the plant based superhero costume Willow would fashion for herself. It'd be so dorky and over-the-top. Im seeing shit like a poofy little dress, a skirt made out of giant flower petals, boots made of leaves, vines snaking all over her limbs. Fairycore vibes. I also really like the idea of using her magic to spread a cluster of tiny flowers around her eyes in the shape of a domino mask.

She calls herself "Force of Nature" (or "Force" for short.) And honestly, the name suits the person she becomes. When she's taking on this identity, Willow's full chaotic side comes out. She's got a big personality. She's ruthless, she's talkative, she's mischievous, she's everything that's always been bubbling under her surface. I wanna say she even takes a little inspiration from the trademark Golden Guard dazzle.

Now Hunter is the Golden Guard and he believes it's his duty to help and protect people of the Boiling Isles. However, he begins to notice that Belos is constantly preventing him from doing so. Hunter keeps getting sent on tedious tasks to collect ingredients for his uncle's experiments or deal with business matters or WHATEVER. There is a distinct lack of helping going on here. And everytime he tries to respectfully point it out, Belos insists that the work Hunter does is important. Admittedly, Hunter is beginning to get a little frustrated. He certainly doesn't want to believe that his uncle is wrong (His uncle is never wrong.) Buuuuut maybe his uncle just isn't seeing the big picture correctly. Maybe he just needs a little convincing.

So this is when Hunter commits himself to sneaking out of the castle at night and helping all the people that the Golden Guard was too busy to help. If he used his GG persona, word would get around and he'd be in trouble for disobeying. So Hunter opts to carry out these deeds unmasked. He might have a special outfit for the occasion but his full face is on display. Doing these things has nothing to do with building Hunter's confidence, it's just to do what's right.

He keeps a journal where he documents all the good he's done while carrying out this secret job and intends to hand it over to Belos once it's full so his uncle will finally understand. The mental gymnastics are insane here. Deep down, Hunter knows Belos would kill him if he ever found out and he's taking this secret to his grave. But the journal helps him feel less disobedient so we'll let him have this.

Anyway of course Willow and Hunter eventually cross paths and decide to work together for the greater good. A friendship is formed and it does not take long before Hunter falls head over heels for Force of Nature. And because he's so transparently himself with none of his Golden Guard swag, he's a shy blushy mess around her. It doesn't help that she's one of the only people besides Belos to call him by name.

(He didn't tell her his name at first. It only slipped out after he developed a crush and he found that he had a really hard time saying no to her.)

Meanwhile Willow is very fond of Hunter. However, I feel like she's kinda blocked herself off from entertaining the idea that she might have feelings for him because of her crush on the Golden Guard. It's a very idealized crush and she's built it up so much in her head that it subconsciously prevents her from even thinking about anyone else in a romantic light. But I think some feelings for Hunter might be sneaking up on her without her noticing.

Anyway Willow has hung around Bonesborough often enough that she knows the exact times the Golden Guard shows up for patrol. She slinks around the areas where he's known to meet with people and discuss business. She'll wander around town on weekends just for the off chance of spotting him. However, though she's brave enough to march right up and say hello, she really hasn't a clue how to talk to him like a normal person so all that comes out is word vomit. (Again, this is pre-season 1 Willow. A bit of a nervous wreck.) Anyway she's stopped to "talk" with him enough times that he remembers who she is now. So that's a start!

On Hunter's end, there's this one schoolgirl who he usually meets in town and she's a massive stroke to his ego. She's clearly starstruck with him and he's eating it up. He's constantly playing up the GG persona for her to the point that it's almost flirtatious. He doesn't really notice that he's doing this and doesn't understand that she might take that the wrong way. Hunter doesn't have any strong opinions about Willow Park. She's sweet, she's a little awkward and he humors her whenever they meet. But he doesn't really form a deep friendship with her for quite a while because it can be very difficult to make connections when you're playing a character.

Anyway. There's a basic premise for your consideration. Hijinks ensue and whatnot.

[minecraft-sideblog-tm]

(this ended up being a very long post where I ramble about some lore in my solo world lol)

I added this right after bamboo wood was first added and I went around finding places I could add it to builds. Still lowkey one of my favorite little details in a build like Idk it just looks really nice to me lol

(don't mind the mumbo jumbo video playing in the top corner lol) I also don't think I ever posted the bamboo farm/ancient plant room I added to the underground plant lab a while back. So here's that!

Oh!! And I also don't remember if I ever posted the condemned sculk lab I made either! Actually I might have posted about it, but I don't think I really went into detail and it's been a while anyway lol, so here's that too.

This is really rambly, so- *inhales*

It's connected to a little hallway in the secret nether lab.

The lore is like this person already had a secret lab to study nether plants and whatnot without the villagers knowing. (Like, the nether is public knowledge and avoided due to how dangerous it is, so they wanted to keep the extensive study a secret as to not freak out the villagers)

((the only reason it's "public knowledge" is a meta thing because I already have a very obvious nether portal room and couldn't fit that into the secret lab lore unless it was like Oh yeahh that place? so risky and SO dangerous, and we never go there......unless? 👀 lmao))

While exploring far away they discover sculk deep underground. It's vaguely plant-like, or at least it unsettlingly seems like it's alive, and their Whole Thing is studying plants so they decided to take samples to study.

The sculk must be as ancient as the city, obviously causing the city's decay. And while it was clearly still spreading through the ruins it was doing so VERY slowly. At least, that was the assumption based on how little of the city had been covered in the seemingly hundreds or thousands of years since it must have abandoned.

Foreshadowing is a literay device used to-

Back at home, they decide to add a small room to the existing secret lab. They connect it to a small hallway off the main hallway, rather than building directly off the main hallway, because they were afraid the heat from the nether plant grow rooms might be too much and inhibit the growth of the sculk. Putting a bit of distance between the heat source and the sculk lab might promote better growth and therefore better research!

Foreshadowing is a literary devic-

.....

*ahem*

Anyway, turns out they were very, very wrong. The sculk is MUCH newer than the cities, only overtaking them long after they fell to ruin and, therefore, grows much faster than expected. Maybe even accelerated by the fresher air this high up (this lab is around Y-level 41), and the high heat from the nearby grow rooms.

The lab is quickly overtaken and subsequently sealed off (there are three doors with glass walls between the hall and the room itself). While the assumption is that no one else will ever find any of this secret lab, the sculk seems so dangerous that they had to put a warning on the hall. Should someone ever discover the lab, it wouldn't be right to let them unknowingly walk into the sculk.

(that part was inspired by me watching a video that mentioned scientists having to think about how to label stuff like nuclear waste in such a way to convey the danger of opening it to people potentially FAR in the future when our languages may be long dead or certain icons might have entirely different/unknown meanings and I can't even remember the video now but oh my god that's just so fascinating and terrifying to me, *inhales* ANYWAY back to minecraft)

Tried to use armor trims to make a weird hazmat-esque suit. I feel like it looks a little silly, but I like the concept so I kept it. Also since the compass over the door is always spinning I like to imagine it's some sort of Geiger counter for sculk

Combo of empty chiseled bookshelves and placing normal ones around until I found the spots with neutral/empty texture variations in the texture pack I use to make it feel quickly abandoned.

Then I tried to make the room feel unfinished too. Like maybe they'd just barely gotten it built and created a seemingly safe containment area for the sculk first thing so they could observe it. Sculk starts to spread outside of the containment, they try and fail to stop it from doing so, and they take their notes and seal off the room before it's finished.

I also wanted it to seem like the sculk was degrading the floor, causing it to sink. Maybe sculk just thrives further down so it's naturally growing that direction, maybe it's vaguely sentient and purposefully trying to bury itself deeper, maybe the floor material is just weaker and/or closer to where it broke out of the containment so it's just the most affected. You decide!

They've done there best to not let any of the dangerous research slip to the villagers they live with, as to not worry them when the situation is definitely totally contained. However, one day a path above ground collapses and reveals a small pond with a....strange ecosystem. They aren't sure the villagers will believe it's just algae if they ever see it....

it was entirely unintentional but this pond is actually almost directly above the blue nether plant room, so that's neat! Also this pond was naturally here, and I had decorated it like this (minus the sculk) and added a broken path long before building the nether lab or before sculk was in the game. Then much later I had the idea for a condemned sculk lab and thought oh hey! New pond lore!

The original weird pond lore was that every time I harvested potatoes I'd throw the poisonous ones in there, so eventually the water just Did Things. And I still like that idea because it's silly so maybe it's just a mix of both now lol

Anyway that's enough rambling about my solo minecraft lore because I've been rotating it in my head for months and just needed someone else to know. If you read this long I hope you enjoyed it and also thanks lol

[enmuswife3]

Tangled AU with Kaeya!

Ok so I decided to skip the stranger things AU bc I haven’t thought of anything for them so let’s get into this one then I’ll get back to it. This one’s gonna be a little short

4/3/23 Edit: it took me this long to realize I didn’t put any warnings on here

Warnings: cervix fucking dumbification breeding cockwarming breaking and entering? Shii idk lowkey wanted to make diluc the mom but forgot

“Now remember y/n don’t leave the towers under any circumstances and I’ll be back in a few days now come and let me down with your hair and remember mother knows best!” Your mother yelled as she descended from the tower using your long hair you gave her a half smile and pulled your hair back up and laid down. Little did you know that you had a secret admirer who was itching to have a taste of your virgin cunt. The blue-haired man walked up to your tower and with a wave of his hand he summoned steps of ice so he could walk up to you and catch you off guard little did he know that you were undressing to get ready and take a bath. Once he finally reached your window he climbed in “why hello there pretty thing” Kayea said while walking up to you frozen in shock you murmured “who are you” “why dear the name is Kaeya and you are beautiful” he said as he put his arms around your bare waist and pulled you in for a kiss you’ve never felt this way before so you let it happen and leaned into his touch. You’ve never felt so good when Kaeya started kissing you down your neck and onto your nipple “hah~” you moaned “more, more please?” You begged “yea sweet girl I can give you so much more come lay down and spread your legs,” he said as he kissed your temple and let go of you. Now you were on the bed with your legs spread and Kaeya could drool at the sight you looked so submissive and breedable but he knew he had to prep you before he could fuck you senseless. He knelt and pulled you close to his mouth and licked a long stripe up to your clit and sucked on it causing you to squeal and shudder and oh fuck you tasted so sweet like similar to a peach and it made him go crazy “fuck your so sweet I could eat you out for days on end” he moaned “well my mom won’t be back home for a few days” you whimpered “when then I might just do that but first let me fuck you senseless okay?” He said as he went back down on you slowly entering his finger into your hole and curling them “a-aah! Right there please!” You screamed “aww is that if that’s the spot isn’t it sweetheart” he cooed coming up to kiss your cheek. You wrapped your hands around him and so did your legs and begged him to keep going because you were so close you saw stars. “Kaeya~ I feel weird-!” And just like that, you came trembling around his fingers “fuck yes want me to fuck you senseless now?” He said kissing your tears away “please do”.

“A-ah! Please you're too big gonna make a mess!” You moaned “shit your so tight” Kayea stuttered while plowing into you at an inhumane speed “I can feel you in my stomach” you cried but then Kaeya pushed in all the way entering your cervix which made you scream “wait I can’t t-take it slow down uhh~” you screamed but he kept going faster and faster going in and out of your cervix making you squirt and wail but then it happens your eyes got heavier and heavier making them close “ did I fuck my pretty girl senseless?” Kaeya laughed while still thrusting. “Mhm” you mumbled and by now your cunt was full of his and your cum making you feel dizzy for the nth time Kaeya came once and for all “haah~” he moaned and laid down beside you and turned so that you were on top of him with his cock nesting inside of you” I’m so full” you moaned slowly rocking back and forth on his cock “shh I know I know close your eyes and get some rest” “okay”. And like he promised he ate you out for days on end slurping up your juices and making you cry. Then the 3rd day came and he had to leave you let him down with your hair and waved goodbye, of course, he came back many times whether it was to just eat you out or fuck you until you can’t walk or maybe to watch a nice movie but he would always come back and you may be wondering how to you guys keep in contact he bought you a phone with his and only his number in it so you would text him telling him your mother left and to come over.

“Y/n! Let down your hair!” Your lover yelled smiling as you tossed your beautiful hair down for him to grab on and he used it to climb up your tower “I missed you” you sighed as you hugged him “yeah I too come let’s watch a movie”.

Nvm this ain’t rlly short🧍‍♀️

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[vernalloy]

I think the thing where the authors of these delusion! AUs are hitting my spine are that. They’re pulling from media portrayals rather than. Actually reasoning through or even researching what it’d be like.

So tips fur writing delusions! I’m going to make a lot of generalizations here, some people can’t double bookkeep, or don’t have positive ways of interacting with the delusion, or have short delusions, or respond positively to reality checks. I’m primarily pulling from my own experience here.

1. At least on the schizo-spectrum, the longer they last, the slower they come. Brief psychosis has a really short onset, schizophreniform has a shorter prodrome than schizophrenia/schizoaffective. Generally, delusions grow. They come together on nothing, but they take time to take root on equal or greater footing than reality.

2. Double bookkeeping! Exists! Even past this there’s just. If you knew something about the world that no one else did. That you knew they’d treat you violently for if you revealed it. You’d keep it under wraps. Keep your rituals subtle. Don’t talk about it.

3. They generally don’t vanish upon reason. They wax and wane and change, and rarely respond to logic past perhaps changing to accommodate or override new facts.

4. If you have a secret reality you have something to deal with it. A monster under the bed? Shove boxes under there. Feel everyone’s out to get you? Carry a bread knife (it sucks at stabbing) or keep your back only to walls. Feel you’re not human? Let it wash over you instead of insisting truth one way or the other.

Again, these masks often degrade as the illness runs its course. Delusions operate on dream logic, they’re flexible and like to spread.

Also pleasseeeeee acknowledge other symptoms than delusions + hallucinations when you write a psychotic character. Reading John Darnielle novels makes me jump for joy because his psychotic characters get thought blocking and fucked up cognition on top of hallucinations. In many cases they’re more significant than the positive symptoms! Alex’s affect is remarked upon more than his hallucinations.

Shrek voice they don’t even have repetitive self soothing movements in their psychotic characters

Keysmash. I don’t know how to articulate this last part but there are a lot of times where. It feels like psychotic characters can present in exactly three ways: the obvious psycho killer, and then in more sympathetic contexts: no illogic or heck even symptoms past hallucinations, or an unstable baby with no autonomy. And it feels. Like these arise from a gap the author sees between them and psychotics. And when writing anything other than a violent stereotype, they have a tendency to overshoot and leave out any unsympathetic symptoms. Like they try to write a neurotypical who hallucinates.

Which is frustrating because a lot of these authors have adhd/autism and the two share plenty in outward presentation with psychosis. We all have executive dysfunction and inappropriate affect and shit memory and poor audio regulation and hey you know what? Psychotic disorders are comorbid with autism & adhd! Because psychosis is understood to arise primarily from a combination of genetics and stress! And you know what causes stress? Being neurodivergent!!!

Idk id just like that when I open up AO3 I’m not hit with a wall of people who did next to no research when they wanted to write their angst fics about my sicko mind.

[lenteur]

random thoughts about run on, episode fourteen

(please do note that this post contains spoilers so read at your own risk.)

so i was right when i said that mi joo treated su bin the way she wanted to be treated when she was younger.

this quote is heartbreaking “it’d be nice to have that type of friend but that means i’m lacking something. i think i was looking back on my childhood years hoping i also had someone who would stand up for me like i did for su bin” and with that mi joo’s entire upbringing is summarized. on top of being lonely because she didn’t have parents like most of the children around her, she was ostracized by others and nobody else stood up for her when she needed it the most

and being lonely from such a young age does have a lot of impact on someone

which brings us to something i relate to so much “i want to get along with myself” all those years hating yourself, feeling hurt and lonely messes someone up. but now that she somehow has her life together, she wants to heal her heart and focus on herself because she’s the person she’ll have to live with for the longest time 

on a more funny note, i like how mi joo basically asked seon gyeom to netflix and chill only for it to be cutely awkward right after lol

the kiss felt so intimate. i felt like i was interrupting something hehe

we’re now at 2/3 people telling ki jeong do that he needs to step back step back silly boy

when yook ji woo told him “my life isn’t yours. i’m the star of my life” i was doing a little victory dance because that feels so nice whenever someone just stops that old man in his tracks

when both dan ah and mi joo came to see yeong hwa, i thought it was funny how both women were dressed as if they were secret agents or something. and then there’s yeong hwa in his beekeeper outfit (idk what it’s called)

talking about dan ah, myeong min came to see his father at the hospital shedding crocodile tears “worrying” about him. but it was such a meaningful moment to see seo tae woong interrupt that moment by showing that he truly cares about his father

dan ah knows she’s being followed and that’s why she asked mi joo to come with her meet yeong hwa. and she was right. myeong min is keeping tracks on her whereabouts. it seems he wants to catch her doing something immoral/scandalous just so he can take her spot, even though he’s an illegitimate child...

right after this touching scene at the hospital, rumors start spreading around that seo tae woong is a b*st*rd and i can’t help but think myeong min is behind that. i’m saying that because he’s the one who told him to think about who his (tae woong) shares belong to. myeong min threatened tae woong to let the cat out of the bag if things didn’t go his (myeong min) way

but the rumors are extending to someone else. maybe myeong min? and, as expected, dan ah will be the one dealing with the scandal and rebuilding the company’s image if the general public knows that her dad had affairs

seo dan ah isn’t paid enough for this sh*t

now going back on dan ah’s little trip to yeong hwa’s town. it was nice to see her be vulnerable and comfortable enough to sleep in yeong hwa’s arms. it’s like the first time she allowed herself to rest and just relax

and finally going to the part that made my blood boil. ki jeong do finally agrees to meet seon gyeom after several attempts from the latter’s part. the first thing the father does is bring kim woo sik’s incident and blaming it all on seon gyeom’s change in behavior... typical ki jeong do behavior. blaming everything on other people instead of taking accountability

however, he offers his son to take both him and woo sik in his track and field team. under the condition of seon gyeom marrying dan ah. once again, saving face and caring about his reputation only

seo dan ah’s father acknowledging his daughter’s hard work as seomyung’s ceo but then wanting seon gyeom to take over once they get married. sigh dan ah has to put up with so much... 💔

seon gyeom is now faced with a harsh decision: will he throw everything away for love? i mean the romantic answer would be yes but he has to take into consideration woo sik’s career. i don’t know how that mess will be resolved but i sure hope it does

when mi joo was on the verge of giving up, seon gyeom’s words motivated her and she kept on seeing images of her life. seeing how much she struggled as a young girl and in need of a friend. that friend ended up being seon gyeom. whereas seon gyeom just wished he was with mi joo from the start. it was such a beautiful moment to see both younger mi joo and seon gyeom meet each other at the end of that scene 💞

seon gyeom being the only one waiting for her at the finish line. so romantic and intimate. i feel like all their moments together in this episode were all so intimate. it felt kind of rude to see them with my eyes. i shouldn’t have been there to witness this kind of vibes

the codename candy scenes were all nice! especially anthony’s outfit

[thecourtjester12]

Hello, friend!! Can I call you that? I'm not sure... I'm so sorry I didn't send an ask sooner! How have you been? I hope you've been well! Make sure you've been getting plenty of rest and water, and please do take breaks if you need them! I'm sure your event has been stressful to manage, and I've heard you had a lot of alt blogs on top of that! That's quite the juggle!

Please do fill me in on what's been going on since my last asks to you, my birds only tell me so much. No pressure, of course, but I feel as though you deserve to at least reflect on your accomplishments! Doesn't everyone need a confidence boost like that?

~🌻 Sunflower Anon, who has missed you dearly!

Sorry it's taken me a few days to answer you! I wasn't ignoring you or anything, just wasn't too up to answering and wanted to answer you properly! Always nice to see you too!

Hello! And sure! I'm perfectly ok with you calling me friend if you'd like! ^-^

And no worries about taking a bit to send another ask, send them whenever you want to and are feeling up to, don't feel bad if its awhile in between!

I have been ok, sometimes stuff can get too much so I try to step back for a bit and go with the flow a bit and focus on being ok again :3 The same goes back at you! Make sure to get enough rest and drink water and take care of yourself as well! ^-^

The event hasn't been too bad to manage, I most do things in the background, occasionally pull some strings and keep things organized as much as I can, which works great, I much prefer to work behind the scenes (While I am not opposed to spotlight, theres simply something nice about keeping all the lil details of something organized :3)

I certainly have a good few (not as many as SOMEONE I know, yes, I mean you Moonlight, they keep growing) But most of them don't get as much virtual traffic to them so I mostly do things on two 70% of the time which are this one and my main side one jestersdlc

Two other's are ask blogs, and those don't get asks too frequently so they mostly just chill there :3

And the last (known) one is a group one and that one is pretty slow on us all to update it, so it's not toooo bad :3 I can't remember exactly when your last ask was...(time wise I mean >_<) So I'll try my best! Not sure there's much to say tho :3

Idk if PDC was made before or after...but me and a pair of friends (whom you may know, Qwill and Sol) made an au blog called playdatecollectorau where we kinda shove a bunch of our au's together so we can have our beans have 'playdates' theres LORE of course, cause lore is awesome

Mostly just intro stuff on there atm but it's fun to have and plan

I have accumulated....more AU's, there is...so many for DCA au's there is....10 and a half (the half is PDC) (JDCAU, J-TOL, LOTC, MIW, LSAU, REDACTED, NBCau, ESSau, CTAMK and secret) along with a few TSAM's ones which there is...less of 3 and a half (Starboy, CuddleBug, SolarMoon and Dream Eater (which is the half cause its...all encompassing lets say)

And just recently got the SolarAndMoon blog up and running which is nice, they look real squishy

I have a couple little projects on the go or completed as well, a few oneshots have been posted (mostly on my side blog...) and am currently working on a mini series for Aromantic awareness week!

Certain characters are being...uncooperative...but I shall figure something out! (...moreso idk much on certain beans yet so its making it finicky to write them >_<)

and IT IS ARO WEEK NOW! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

So that is exciting, excuse to wear green (one of my favorite colors) and spread awareness for aromanticism! Its great :3

AND new pronouns! Idk if you popped in last before or after that but that was a funky thing, I now use she/they and ey/em/eir so thats fun! ^-^

And I have a few lil secret projects of course :3

I think that sums everything up.....sorry for the really long response! Hopefully you don't mind >_<

I'm in ramble mode rn from rambling to my friend about certain beans being disaster bi's and a disaster lesbian and silly shenanigans for certain au's

How have you been doing? If you're comfy sharing of course, feel free to ramble in turn if you'd like! No pressure tho! ^-^

But remember you deserve a nice confidence booster too :3

[taeghi]

HI!!! i luv your writing! and idk if you take requests or nottt, but can you just imagine lazy sex with jaemin <333 *sobs* he would be so loving :(

love u >:-) thanks for the idea

SMUT warning

word count lol : 1347 (idk what happened! i wanted it to be like 200 words lmaoooo)

after long days at work, jaemin would come home late, but always crawl into bed carefully to not wake you up. though, you would already be awake, waiting for him.

having an idol as a boyfriend was hard, especially because of your different schedules and the forever need to keep your relationship a secret from the public. meaning, the only time you got to see eachother was late at night, away from everyone and everything, and only in either the dreamies dorm or your small apartment.

tonight, as jaemin crawled into his small bed delicately, looking down at your soft figure, there was stirring inside of him. he didn't know what the feeling was exactly- at first he thought he was just tired- but as he gazed down upon your ever so soft skin that wrapped so graciously in his white sheets he knew what the feeling was- and so did his dick.

jaemin lied down on his side on his bed, towards your backside, propping his upper half of his body on his elbow. he couldn't keep his eyes off of you, but he could also barely keep his eyes open at all. he figured that it would be a waste to wake you- it wasn't like he could last long and-

"are you okay?" you turned around and looked at him over your shoulder. a feeling of relief washed over him at the sight of you awake.

jaemin reached his hand out to your shoulder, trailing his hand softly down your arm, his fingers dancing on your skin, "yeah, 'm just tried, baby."

you turned completely around to face him, noticing the look of exhaustion on his face. small hints of makeup from the day were on his face- majority of it wiped off- and his almost completely shut eyes as his gaze scanned your face. a lazy smile spread across your boyfriend's face as he watched you observe his appearance.

"what?" you asked in a teasing tone.

"nothin' you're just pretty, that's all." he shrugged, his hand on your arms sliding down to grab your bare thigh, pulling it closer to him as he scooted closer to you as well. you gave jaemin a look of knowing- knowing exactly what he was up to now. "what?" he teased you this time.

"you're tired, let's just have fun tomorrow night."

jaemin sighed, his hand not leaving your thigh as he thought about your suggestion, knowing that it was probably for the best since both of you have to wake up early again tomorrow. but his cock was against the idea as it twitched against his sweatpants at the intrusive thought of your warm walls sinking him in. jaemin let out a quiet whine at the thought.

"i'm sorry, jae." you sighed, your hand pushing back his black bangs so you could look at him more. a look of desperation was in his eyes as he sunk into your hand's touch, wanting some sort of feeling of you. jaemin moved closer to you now, his hands wrapping around your waist to pull you into him.

his lips started pressing kisses into the top of your head and forehead, "i want you so bad, baby." he mumbled against your head, smelling your shampoo that seemed to turn him on more knowing that you were so close to him.

"the other boys probably aren't even asleep yet, jaemin." you whispered now, allowing yourself to be engulfed into his warmth.

"who cares, my cocks fuckin' aching now." he whispered back, making you chuckle into his chest.

your hand started to make its way inbetween your bodies, grazing over his bulge in his sweatpants. you gasped quietly at how hard it was, looking up at jaemin in shock.

"i told you i needed you." you rolled your eyes at him, before kissing his neck and going back to rubbing his cock over his pants. "can you get ontop, baby?"

"jae," you whined to him, not wanting to disturb the other members with your late night sex, "the boys w-"

"i can be quiet." jaemin cut you off, pressing his lips to yours with passion and so so much desperation. he pulled away, leaving his hand on your cheek as you looked into each other's eyes.

"fine." you agreed, making jaemin's eyes light up, "but if you make too much noise i'm stopping."

"i'll be quiet! i promise, baby!" jaemin whispered, rolling from his side to his back. you got up and moved over onto jaemin so your hips were ontop of his. looking down at jaemin's tired body and face, you couldn't help but smile at him at how he stared at you with so much love but with so much lust at the same time.

you bent down over jaemin's body, kissing him with fevour one last time before pulling his pants down just enough for his hard dick to spring up and hit his stomach. it was red and leaking so much precum you wondered how long he had been hard for before he got home. you felt your panties start to feel suffocating on you as you looked at the sight. "jesus, jae." you moaned out.

"shh, you have to be quiet, baby." jaemin teased, making you roll your eyes at him again.

you sat up and slipped off of your panties, freeing your wet core so you could ride your boyfriend.

you gently rubbed the tip of jaemin's cock against your wet slit, wanting to prep it to slide right into you. jaemin bit his lip at the feeling of your cold hands and wet slit.

when you finally sink down onto jaemin, he knows that he will come too soon, his eyes roll to the back of his head at the familiar feeling of being inside of your tight walls.

nonetheless, he watches you as you start to ride his cock. he's too tired to take any control over you, just letting you do whatever you wanted to get him off. jaemin would play with your tits a little, liking the way it made you arch your back into his palms.

every few minutes jaemin would pout up at you, wanting you to kiss him as if it was making him feel even better. soft little groans would leave his mouth every time you circle your hips around his cock.

when he starts to fill his orgasm catch up to him quickly, he would start rubbing your clit in fast circles, wanting you to come with him. your one hand would have to come up to cover your mouth, not wanting to moan too loudly to let the other memebrs know what was going on in jaemin's bedroom this late at night.

"fuck, baby, you're so good." jaemin whispers out to you as he finally cums inside of you, not being able to hold back for a second due to his tiredness. the feeling of his cock spasming inside of you makes you come undone ontop of his cock, loving the feeling of being filled by your boyfriend.

forcing yourself to keep fucking jaemin thorugh both your highs makes jaemin smile to himself, loving how sensitive you get after just one orgasm.

jaemin's hands grab your waist to stop your grinding, pulling your upper body down to kiss him again, this time with pure passion and love. you rest your head on his chest, both of you listening to the other's quick heart beat. jaemin places soft kisses on your head and forehead just like before as you gently pull off of him and roll back onto your side to face him.

"at least you stayed quiet." you joked up at your tired and now sweaty boyfriend.

jaemin's phone vibrated on the nightstand suddenly, making both of you frown in confusion. jaemin rolled over and grabbed his phone to look at the notification.

"yeah... i'm not too sure about that." jaemin responded to you.

"what?" you asked, grabbing his phone to see what he was looking at.

from: renjunnie

- next time you guys wanna fuck this late at night, either go somewhere else or tell us to wear some fucking ear phones!

[tooweirdforyou]

The OP Boys & Their Personal Dirty Secrets

A/N : just a little something I thought of :> this might not make sense but it’s late and I want to post something- it’s only six of the guys. LOOK IDK OKAY I JUST WANTED TO POST SMTH-

Warning : nsfw / suggestive themes ahead ! Pretty short. Most of these are masturbation though, if that makes sense? >.>

Summary : just a few of the boys and their dirty secrets they have.

Ace

It’s no secret that Ace is one for temperature play, but how he uses it?

His breath hitches ever so slightly at the cool ice that glides across his toned chest, his fingertips wrapped around the quickly melting cube.

Ace drags it along his skin, bringing it down towards his hard member, his other hand wrapped tightly around the base of his cock.

“A-Ah..”

A shallow exhale escaped his breath as he rubs the smaller ice around his tip, loving the feel of the cold, melting ice on top.

Hopefully, Ace remembered to refill the ice cube trays for Thatch before he stole the ice.

But as much as this embarrassed him to do this, Ace couldn’t stop the pleasuring feel sent through him as he took another ice cube and rubbed it around his throbbing cock, his other hand giving himself slow pumps.

Ace was definitely going to do this more often.

-

Sabo

Sabo is a dominant one that loves to work with his hands, but he often thinks about bondage and toys.

Sabo let out a little chuckle as he slipped a little pant.

Indeed a little embarrassed at what he had done, he had to admit the pleasuring feel it gave when he denied himself any orgasm.

Tightened around the base of his cock was a ring that was successful in denying him any sense of free will to cum.

Along with the ring, Sabo had tied himself up, a collar around his neck, with his wrists bound together and mini wireless vibrators strapped to his buds and his tip.

Now, Sabo could easily escape out of these bounds but where was the fun in that?

Sabo was thoroughly enjoying this restriction he gave himself and instead imagined what it was like to have his partner in bondage. He would’ve nearly ejaculated at the mere imagination of it.

As the loud vibrations filled the air, Sabo brought down his tied wrists, his hands gripping the long fleshlight, towards his member and began to quickly thrust into it, breathy moans escaping his lips.

In a swift movement, he also took off the ring to fully allow him to cum, which he soon did.

-

Law

Law won’t admit it, but he’s into the dressing up kink, also known as “cosplaying”.

His hat tossed aside and the slightest flush spread across his cheeks, Law bit his lip in attempt to keep his breathy groans and pants to a minimum.

In his usual doctor’s coat, Law was sprawled over his chair in front of his desk, leaning back as he did so.

His legs wide and his pants lowered just enough to expose his throbbing member, aching to be touched.

As he finally allowed himself the smallest bit of pleasure, his fingers brushing against his cock, his eyes shut to let his imagination run over his mind. Images of you in a sexy nurse’s outfit was seen.

In a skin tight, thigh length, white pencil skirt, allowin him a beautiful sight of your legs. A blue button up blouse with the top few unbuttoned, to let him see your cleavage and exposed bra that you chose that morning, especially for him, and the typical white adorned hat on top, your curvy figure peering behind him.

Seductively whispering into his ear, he imagined his hands that made their way around his base were yours, teasing him.

“Seems as if you had a stressful day, doctor Trafalgar Law.. perhaps I should assist you to relieve your stress.”

On a particular day, he might even imagine you in a sexy kunoichi outfit, just to satisfy his love for ninjas—

-

Luffy

Luffy isn’t one to be embarrassed but he’d never, EVER confess to masturbating in secret, when he’s alone.

This is one of the few lewd things Luffy does and that he’s aware of what it actually is. The first time he did it, he was so embarrassed about it but it felt so good, he couldn’t wait to do it again.

It eventually became a small habit, something he only did if he was sure he was alone. Or at least be sure that everyone else was asleep and wouldn’t sneak into the bathroom at the moment.

Each time would be just as pleasurable as the last, the same routine as before.

Luffy would sit in the bathroom alone, shirt raised and tucked under his chin and his shorts lowered down to his ankles, and it wouldn’t take long for his member to become erect.

He’d start out slow, rubbing his thumb carefully over the tip and letting him take his time before eventually picking up his pace.

What he loved was that he obviously could stretch himself doing this, gripping his cock and stretching it a bit longer was kind of satisfying whenever he pumped himself.

If any of the guys or even girls knocked on the door, Luffy would panic and fix his clothes, clearly irritated he couldn’t finish off but mostly just worried that he’d be caught.

Luffy wasn’t one that was very good at lying or keeping secrets, but he was always fortunate enough that his crewmates never questioned what he was doing, since all they wanted was to just use the restroom.

-

Sanji

Sanji is the perverted type, clearly, so it’s no secret when he’s alone in his room, his hands clutching stolen lingerie, pressing it against his nose.

Unable to help himself, Sanji grunts out once more as his hand, wrapping a laced panty around his member, continues to pump himself quickly.

Spread in front of him were various magazines, most of it being latest issues of the swimsuit catalogue, with many beautiful lady models in different swimwear.

In his other hand, brought up to his nose, is another set of panties as he sniffed the heavenly sweet smell radiating off of them.

Plentiful moans escaped Sanji’s lips as he continues to thrust up into his closed hand, his imagination allowing him to think of it as something else.

Not long later, a pleasurably loud moan was heard as he quickly spurted his cum from his twitching cock, the warm liquid spreading over the magazines laid out in front of him, also filling the laced panties that were around him.

Sanji bit his lip, panting as he slowly came down from his high and relaxed a bit, clutching the undergarments closer to his chest, admiring the beautiful colors and feel, along with the undeniable scent that these belonged to.

-

Zoro

Zoro, also a dominant type, often wonders what it’s like to be submissive for once. He secretly dreams what it’s like to be told in his place.

Zoro often let his imagination run wild. He’d never admit to it though, especially admitting to what he does in his weight room up in the crows nest.

He’d always double check the locked latch on the door that led to the main deck, but once he was sure he wouldn’t be disturbed, he relieved himself.

If he was ever caught, he’d nearly die of embarrassment but he loved what he did.

Zoro was the dominant type. He loves the control but sometimes, he’d wonder what it’d feel like if he was the one needed to be tamed. To be controlled roughly.

He often thought about using his own swords as a method of.. helping himself in the thought of being dominated but being too embarrassed by the thought of it quickly denied him to do so.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t improvise. Instead of his swords, he often used his bo staffs and other equipment he had.

And so here he was, biting his lip as he withheld the smallest groan of pleasure, a dark blush coating his cheeks as he felt the long stick inserting into him.

It wasn’t that he dreamt of being gay or pegged or anything, he just wanted to experience it for the first time, okay? As if he had to be punished, and he’d never admit it, but it felt incredible.

It was most definitely a weird and bit painful feeling but the slow insertions he made in and out of himself with the bo staffs quickly enveloped some pleasure into him as he did it a bit faster.

There were some weird angles but Zoro made it work and with his other hand free to pump his aching cock begging to be touched, he wasted no time to cum right onto the carpet in the center of the room.

His pants can be heard as he thought back on what he just did and how it felt and honestly? He couldn’t wait to do it again eventually.

Only when he truly felt stressed or just felt like being submissive and fucked again.

-

A/N : y’all I’m feeling so lazy but so giddy lately and I’m sorry about this post but I literally have been so lazy to write anything- also DUB FOR KUROKO NO BASKET? AAAAAAAHHHH OMGGGG!! Who are your fav character in KnB? :0 aside from Kuroko .-. :))!!

Also did each person gradually get longer? The length of their parts I mean-

[randomshyperson]

The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - The First Year

Series Masterlist ||  Read on AO3

Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies.

Chapters will have additional warning when necessary.

Tag list ( let me know if you want to be tagged or removed idk haha) @mionemymind / @abimess / @stephanieromanoff / @yourtaletotell / @tomy5girls / @justagaypanicking / @thegayw1tch / @idek-5 // @myperfectlovepoem // @helloalycia // @ENSORCELLME // @AIMEZVOUSBRAHMS @imapotatao / @aimezvousbrahms/ @ensorcellme/ @helloalycia

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Part I - The First Year

Hogwarts will be fun was the first thought you had when you opened the letter in your hands.

Tony, your older brother, ruffled your hair slightly as he came down into the kitchen and watched you open the mail.

"Your letter finally arrived, huh, little witch?" He joked with a smile as he sat down at the table. 

"I can't wait to go!" You commented excitedly rereading the acceptance letter for the third time.

"Miss, after coffee, can we go to diagonal alley if you like?" Jarvis, your butler, asked you politely as he poured Tony's coffee making you hesitate slightly. Tony, who had his eye on you, forced a smile as he patted you on the arm.

"I'll go with you, don't worry." He assured and you nodded.

"I wish dad would come." You grumble as you sit down and Tony sighs.

" Yeah, me too." He says. "But you know he's busy, and we can't leave it to the last minute."

You mumble in agreement as you serve some sweetbreads on your plate.

Eating in silence for a few moments, you are startled slightly when Tony lets out an exclamation.

"Damn, I forgot to write back to Steve." He announces getting up and walking over to the next shelf where there were some stationery and pen.

"Your boyfriend will be upset." You tease lightly, and Tony mumbles softly without responding.

When he finishes writing the letter, he goes to the kitchen window and opens the metal, whistling loudly in a familiar rhythm. A few seconds later, Iron, his barn owl lands in front of him. Tony stroked the animal gently before dangling the letter in his paws.

" Please take this to Steve, Iron." He ordered and the animal made a noise before flying away again.

"Jarvis, I'll get ready to go." You tell the man as soon as you finish eating and head off toward the stairs.

//-//

Diagonal Alley is a noisy place.

Tony asked you to walk beside him, but you stopped walking at the first Quidditch shop you spotted, and he had to turn back halfway when he noticed you were no longer beside him.

"Don't do that." He warned, mildly annoyed, but you glazed over at the exposed broom in front of you, and he let out a chuckle when he noticed. "Come on, Y/N, you already have a broom."

"But that's no ordinary broom." You retorted with an impressed look. "It's a Nimbus 2000, it's the fastest broom there is."

"You have the 99, I don't understand the difference." He retorted with his hands in his pockets and you shrugged.

"Tony, can we buy it?" You asked pleadingly, making your brother laugh slightly.

"Let's buy your stuff first please" He retorted with a smile and you grumbled but accepted the arm he offered for you to hang on. Jarvis walked behind you with a keen eye on your surroundings.

After you had bought the vast majority of your supplies and replenished your stocks of potions items for Tony, Jarvis took you to Blossoms and Blurbs to buy this year's books.

"Good morning! Hogwarts, third and first year books, please." You heard Jarvis tell the clerk who approached you three. Tony nodded his head signaling you to feel free to walk around the bookstore in the meantime, and that is exactly what you did.

You found many interesting books in the place as you walked among the shelves. One in particular caught your attention, as there seemed to be little miniature magical creatures trying to jump out of the cover, and you grabbed it on a table, watching the item carefully.

You smiled when an ink dragon jumped into your hand, moving your head as if you were looking around. Distracted by the book, you let out a low exclamation when someone bumped into you.

"Sorry, kid." You heard a female voice speak in a humorous tone. It is a girl taller than you, short red hair. "I ended up tripping over some of those runner books."

"It's okay." You said with a smile. The girl looked at the one book in your hands for a moment.

"Do you enjoy creature tracts?" She asks casually as she reaches for a book on the bookshelf beside her.

"I don't know yet." You say and she looks at you slightly confused, "I never studied."

"Ah, first-year." She understands and you nod in agreement. "Hogwarts too or some other?"

"Hogwarts." 

"Cool, I guess I'll see you there then." She says. "I'm from Slytherin, third year."

You let out a surprised exclamation.

"Maybe you know my brother." You say and the girl takes her gaze from the books in her hand she was checking to look at you with her eyebrow raised in curiosity. "His name is Tony Stark, he's also from your house."

The girl lets out a short laugh.

"I can't believe you are Stark's sister." She says. "We're not exactly friends, but I've seen him around the dorm several times. And your brother is a pain in the ass, by the way."

You laugh lightly, agreeing.

"I am Natasha Romanoff." She introduces herself next, balancing her books in one hand to greet you. You introduce yourself with a gentle smile. "Good luck with your books." She says before turning away.

You think it's cool that you already know someone besides your brother before you start at Hogwarts.

//-//

Buying your wand is a rather strange experience.

Mr. Ollivander has a glint in his eye as if he knows everyone's secrets, and seems to disappear and reappear in his store very easily.

Tony sat on one of the stools while he waited for you, and Jarvis went to buy something for you two to eat.

After trying almost five wands, and exploding a glass vase when he tried the last one, Mr. Ollivander sighed.

"Sorry, I don't know why it's not working." You asked feeling nervous, but he smiled.

"Don't worry, dear." He said. "Difficult customers are so much fun." 

He walked back in between the shelves after that, and then reappeared with three new packages.

"I remember when Howard Stark bought his wand." He told smiling nostalgically as you opened one of the packages, a black wand in front of you. "Phoenix, Cedar, slightly flexible."

"Dad has changed wands thousands of times." Added Tony wryly, but Mr. Ollivander didn't seem to mind.

The wand you tested let out a faint spark when you tried to cast a simple conjuration spell, and the man in front of you was quick to take it from your hand the next second.

"I think I have a better idea." He announced turning around, and then climbed the ladder supported by the wall, picking up a package at the top.

"Try this one dear." He asked handing you a dark wand, the wood was shiny, a color you didn't know exactly what it was, but it was beautiful. 

When you grabbed the item, you felt a tingling sensation spread throughout your hand, and the wand vibrated slightly for a few seconds, causing Ollivander to let out a noise of excitement.

"You see, I knew I would find an owner for you dear." He spoke and you realized that he was speaking with the item in your hands. Soon he turned his gaze back to you. "Take good care of this one, will you, it was quite difficult to get dark elf blood for the core."

"R-right." You said with a slight frown, not quite sure what to make of that information.

Tony laughed lightly at the interaction, he should be used to Mr. Ollivander's eccentric manner by now, since he kept breaking his wands just like your father and often returned to the store to get a new one.

After paying, you and Tony met Jarvis outside, he was carrying some sweet rolls.

//-//

July ended too quickly for your happiness. You were very eager to go to school.

You spent most of August at home, playing quidditch with Tony in the backyard, curiously reading the magic books you bought, and trying to peek into the basement where your father worked, but he always caught you looking and smiled, asking you to go back to your room.

You would like your father to take you to the station, but he said he had a magic conference in September, and would be traveling for the next few weeks. Tony was upset, but he put his arm around your shoulders and asked you to hurry to get your bags.

When you finally got to the station, you were slightly nervous about going through a wall, but Tony laughed, and showed you how to go first.

You hugged Jarvis good-bye before following your brother along the way.

Tony dragged you across the train cars to the first empty cabin he could find. He commented that it would be nice if you made your own friends, but that he would like you to sit with him.

So here you were, sitting with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, Tony's best friends since the first year. The boys smiled encouragingly at you. You already knew them, because Tony kept inviting them to spend holidays with him all the time.

"Hey, Y/N, how was your vacation?" Steve asked as soon as you sat down next to him. You shrugged, saying that it was nice, but that you were looking forward to attending Hogwarts.

Soon the boys started talking about what they were excited about next year, and you did your best to keep up, not knowing exactly who the people they mentioned were, or knowing the classes they talked about.

Many minutes after the train was moving, a girl opened the cabin door.

"Hey, strangers." She greeted with a smile. 

"Hi Peggy." Steve said with a smile, you frowned at the slight scowl on your brother's face.

"They're calling for us in the prefects compartment, Steve." She warned and Steve nodded, getting up. He and the girl then left, and Tony crossed his arms.

"What's wrong?" You asked noticing his posture and the way Bucky had a little smile on his face.

"It's nothing." Grumbled your brother, and as he turned his face to the window, Bucky who was standing in front of you, whispered to you.

"Tony thinks Peggy likes Steve." He recounted. "So he doesn't like Peggy very much."

"Oh." You said, pretending to understand the whole plot. It didn't make much sense to you because everyone couldn't be friends, but you figured that when you were your brother's age you would understand better.

//-//

The Hogwarts Express only stopped at night.

Properly uniformed, you smiled when your brother patted you on the shoulder, telling you that he would meet you at the castle, since the first-year students had to go by boat.

Your hands were sweating a little as you walked up to the extraordinarily tall man who introduced himself as Drax.

"First-year students, please, six in each boat." He shouted to the crowd, and the students moved closer together.

You sat in one of the first little boats, five other children you didn't know surrounding you.

"I'm so excited." A blonde girl commented cheerfully, waving her hands. She smiled at everyone as she introduced herself as "Harley Quinn". 

"I bet you''ll blow something up once we get there, Harley" Added a redheaded girl sitting next to you, you could tell by her tone that they were probably friends. The blonde, Harley, laughed.

"Shut up, Ivy." She said, and then Drax was back, climbing into one of the boats beside her. He checked the boats one last time, then waved his hand, and the transports began to move.

Everyone, including you, let out a chorus of excitement.

When you noticed the castle, you smiled. It was huge, and just as amazing as Tony used to tell you. 

"Wow, it must be amazing to fly over all that." You quietly observed, and the girl next to you turned her head in your direction, smiling.

"Do you like flying?" She asked, and you nodded. She looked at you for a moment and then held out her hand to greet you. "I am Diana. Diana Prince."

"Hi, Diana." You said introducing yourself next. "Do you also like to fly?"

"I love it." She says. "I hope i can make it onto the team."

"I don't know if the first-years have any chance, but I'll be rooting for you." You assure, and Diana smiles.

When the boats stop in the harbor, the students are all excited to get out and see the castle, but Drax's almost intimidating posture makes everyone properly behaved.

He leads the crowd to the staircase, and then there is a lobby. There is a woman waiting for everyone, her strict posture makes you think she is someone you wouldn't want to upset.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." She announces. "I am Professor Okoye, head of Gryffindor house."

The students exchange burbles next, but the teacher's gaze shuts them up almost immediately.

"As long as you are here, your houses will be like your families." She continues. "Your triumphs will earn you points, and if you break any rules, those points will be taken away." 

She says, casting a disapproving glance at one of the students in the corner, who giggled. "In a few moments we will begin the sorting hat ceremony."

The teacher then turns around, heading toward a large bronze door, and talking to someone on the other side. You hear someone laughing near you, and you turn your head to the side in curiosity.

It was a blond boy, and he seemed to be enjoying himself as he balanced one of the gold cups he picked up from the surrounding shelves. You thought he would be in trouble if he knocked it over, and this seemed to be exactly the same opinion as the girl next to him, who was looking at him disapprovingly.

"Stop being an idiot, Peter, put that back." She complained and he laughed, shrugging.

"Gamora, you're a spoilsport you know." He retorted and when he put the cup back, it spun and fell to the floor, breaking into several pieces. The boy turned pale as Teacher Okoye turned her head in his direction.

You rolled your eyes, walking over to them.

"Reparo" You said drawing your wand as you pointed at the broken object. Some children let out impressed exclamations when they saw the bowl form again, but you just put your wand away in shame. It was no big deal. Okoye caught up with the three of you next, looking reproachfully at the boy.

"I expect better behavior during the ceremony, sir..."

"Quill"

"Mister Quill." She completed and took one last look at the boy that had with his head down before turning back to the front of the crowd again, waving for the students to follow her.

"Hey, that was pretty cool." Peter commented beside you as you walked. You shrugged, focusing on the path.

//-//

The sorting hat was something exceptional.

Tony never told you how the choice was made, and you knew it was only to annoy you. He had sometimes joked that the students faced each other in a duel, and even though you told him to shut up, you had a look at his spell book before you came.

The actual ceremony was much simpler, however.

When it was your turn to climb onto the small stool, you bit your lips, hoping that everything would go smoothly. Just as the old cloth of the hat fell over your eyes, blocking your view of the rest of the hall, you heard a voice in your head.

" Hello, dear, no need to be so nervous." Announced the hat gently. "You are a curious little thing, I see."

"Is that a good thing?" You thought, and the hat chuckled lightly.

"It might be." He said mysteriously. "Interesting what I see here. Very interesting."

"What are you seeing?"

"Your memories, dear."

"Oh." You thought, feeling slightly embarrassed. That seemed like an intrusion of your privacy. The hat laughed again, and you remembered that he was on your head.

"You're hard to sort out." He says, and you squeeze the stool. "Don't worry, I'm not going to send you home, that's not how it works."

"Oh, right."

Hat was silent a few moments. 

"I see courage in your heart." He says and you try to remember the characteristics of the houses. "But that courage is well forged with your loyalty."

You swallow dryly, feeling your anxiety rising. This was definitely taking much longer than the people who went before you.

"You are as smart as your father and brother, both members of the Slytherin house." He says.  "There's a willingness not to let them down."

"That's personal." You grumble feeling your cheeks flush, but the hat doesn't care to apologize for bringing up your insecurities.

"Ah, this is interesting here. A pure kindness, yet pruned in your origins of shallow paternal affection”.

You frown, not understanding what he is saying.

"You are quite adaptable child, it has always been one of your best virtues." The hat remarks, and you get the impression that the next part is only said for you. "Tell me, where would you like to stay?"

"Isn't that your job?" You retort in thought, and hear him laugh again. You rush to correct yourself, not wanting to be rude. "Sorry, hat. I don't really know. I'd like to stay where I fit in best."

"You would do well anywhere." He retorts, and you frown. "And that's pretty impressive, you know. I haven't met another hatstall since the last century."

You swallow dryly, not knowing if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"I'll work hard, sir." You tell him. "I don't want people to think I'm a special witch just because of my family. That's something I'm sure, I don't know if it helps you choose."

Hat lets out a sigh of relief.

"Actually, that's exactly what I needed."

It takes a moment for him to speak again, and when he does, you feel your whole body shake.

"Hufflepuff"

//-//

Steve Rogers is the head boy of Hufflepuff and he celebrates excitedly when you sit down at the table next to him.

"That's so cool" He comments. "I'll be able to tease Tony all year about it."

After that, director Agatha Harkness, made the announcement of the beginning of the year. If her goal was to scare the students, she succeeded when she talked about the deadly dangers surrounding the forbidden forest and the punishments for the disobedient. Professor Strange interrupted her speech as he cleared his throat, awkwardly waving for Agatha to stop saying such things, and the woman giggled. 

Dinner is delicious, and then you are following the crowd of students into the communal rooms. 

"Butterbeer" Steve said to the portrait on the wall, and you blinked in surprise when the painting moved to the side, a door behind.

You sighed when you realized how cozy the Hufflepuff's common room was.

"Everyone please come in." Asked Steve in the center of the room, waving to the students who stayed behind. When everyone was around him, he smiled. "The dorms are divided by gender, but you can sleep wherever you feel most comfortable. I will only suggest that none of you try to sleep with the seventh graders, because they are scary." Steve joked making the crowd laugh lightly. "We have a supply of food in those lockers, just in case you feel like having a snack in the early morning, outside of the permitted hours for walking around the castle." He continues and stands thoughtfully for a few moments. "Most of the things you need to know are on the bulletin board on that wall, and you can also ask me anything you want. Your belongings have already been taken to the free beds, but if you want any help, you can organize among yourselves or just come talk to me."

Steve smiled as the crowd moved. You headed in the direction where he said the rooms were.

//-//

You let out a surprised exclamation as something landed on your head.

"Damn, sorry!" Asked an asian girl approaching you, and pulling the small being out of your hair as you entered the room. "Groot, I told you to behave yourself."

"I am groot." Grumbled the little creature. You looked at it wide-eyed, impressed.

"Wow, is that a tree?"

The girl laughed, putting the small creature sitting on her shoulder, sitting on the bed next to the one you identified as having your things.

"Yes and no." She said. "I found Groot in my garden over the vacations, and well, I don't know what he is exactly. But I think he was trying to make my mother's plants grow."

"He's really cute." You commented approaching with your finger extended. Groot smiled, accepting your touch.

"I am Mantis." Says the girl next and you smile at her as you introduce yourself. "We're going to be roommates."

"Yes, and so is Groot." You add as you take off your cape to throw on the bed that would be yours.

After eating so well at dinner, it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep. 

You dream of glowing green eyes and a red light, but you don't recognize them or understand what it means, and when you wake up, you no longer remember.

//-//

Two weeks since you started at Hogwarts, you are used to how eccentric everything can be.

The classes weren't as difficult as you imagined, but that's probably because you've had contact with magic all your life and always had an easy time learning things. All the teachers were unique in their own way. 

Professor Rocket, for example, taught Transfiguration and spent almost the entire period transfigured into a raccoon, even outside of class hours. He was temperamental and got irritated very easily when students talked too much in his class, so it was not recommended to do so.

There was also Professor Fury, who had an eye patch as a mandatory piece in his daily costume, and all the students spent more time trying to guess how this happened, than listening to his explanations of defense spells against the dark art.

Your astronomy class on Wednesdays was taught by Professor Odin, who like to claim that he was a descendant of the Olympian gods, but no one believed him. He was also the father of two of your classmates, Thor and Loki Odinson, who were the exact opposite of each other. While Thor was warm and friendly, Loki was cold and reclusive, plus the former was from Gryffindor and the other from Slytherin. Surprisingly, you liked them both. 

You ended up meeting the head of your house only on the second day.  

Professor Heimdall taught Divination, so you wouldn't have any classes with him until the third year.You bumped into him when you were late for fifth period and had to run to the common room for your Potions books, and almost fell on the floor when you turned the corner without looking and the professor was there.  He prevented you from falling with a wave of his wand, smiling gently. 

" Forgive me." You said clumsily, feeling slightly intimidated by the yellow irises as the magic set you on your feet properly, as well as catching your books in the air and placing them in your hands again. 

"Be careful with the castle corridors, Miss Stark." Said the man, and for some reason, you thought he wasn't just talking about this little incident.

"Professor Heimdall, let's talk in a private place, please."  Asked Professor Okoye, who was standing at his side, she looked at you with a certain disapproval, and you couldn't tell whether it was because of your intrusion, or the fact that your tie was hanging loosely around your neck, in addition to the open buttons on your shirt.

After this little incident, you asked Steve who Professor Heimdall was, and he explained that he was the head of Hufflepuff, and might seem intimidating at first glance, but that he was very kind.

But so far, the professor who has intrigued you the most was Professor Erik Lehnsherr, who taught Potions. He didn't say anything that wasn't related to the subject, didn't make any comments about behavior or events at school. And he had such a stern and mysterious look in his eyes that no student had the courage to ask him anything. You heard Peter Quill make a bet with Thor Odinson that Professor Erik was unable to smile because of some particular sorcery, but you thought it best not to laugh, especially since Mr. Lehnsherr was looking at your direction.

When you had your first Potions period with Slytherin, after herbology professor T'Challa needed to reschedule classes for an appointment, you were surprised to discover that professor Lehnsherr had children.

Gamora ended up on the same bench as you, and she was talking to her sister, Nebula, about an incident that occurred in their dormitory.

"Clearly, the professors' children have an easy time getting away with punishment." Nebula bitterly remarked, and you frowned in confusion. 

"I don't think it was the girl's fault." Gamora retorted as she put the ingredients into her cauldron. She looked at you quickly, realizing that you were listening to the conversation, but she didn't scold you, she just kept stirring the mixture.

"What happened?" you asked next, and Nebula looked at you with mild irritation. She seemed about to tell you to mind your own business, but Gamora smiled, moving closer to whisper to you.

"A girl lost her temper in the Slytherin dorm bathrooms last night." She told. "She's a second year, her name is Wanda Maximoff. She and her brother are Professor Lehnsherr's kids, and everyone is saying that she didn't go to detention because of it."

Your jaw dropped, impressed. 

"I can't believe Magneto has children." You said making Gamora and Nebula laugh at the nickname. Last week you found out that the school had been calling Erik that since he stopped the hall chandelier from falling on the teachers' desk two years ago when he used non-verbal magic to attract the metal, and everyone started calling him that behind his back. Tony told you and you liked the story.

"I know right, he seems so self-contained." Gamora remarked looking back briefly. Professor Erik was focused on his own potions book.

"That noisy kid from Gryffindor said he's married." Nebula added next and Gamora laughed lightly.

"Peter Quill?"

"Yes."

"Wow, that's surprising." Says the girl. You both return to stirring your cauldrons in silence after that little conversation.

When you have finished your mixing, Professor Erik gives Hufflepuff five points for your good work, and you smile with red cheeks.

"You're nice." Nebula suddenly said beside you as you were leaving the room. Gamora stood next to her. "Do you want to walk around with us?"

"We're already walking." You joked and Gamora laughed unlike her sister who grimaced.

"Yep, definitely cool." She added. "Do you want to have lunch with us?"

"At your table or mine?"

Gamora and Nebula exchanged glances.

"I'm not sitting with Hufflepuff." Nebula declared and you sighed, rolling your eyes.

"You know I'm from Hufflepuff, right?"

"I'm reconsidering the invitation." She retorted and you frowned, but Gamora smiled at you.

"Will you sit with us, please?"

You sighed, nodding in agreement. You could talk to Tony after all.

//-//

Lunch at the Slytherin table became an everyday thing after that day. It took two weeks for Mantis to start joining you, and then you realized that you had a small group of friends now.

At Christmas, neither you nor Tony came home, because your father was working and you didn't want to be alone in the Stark mansion. You ended up turning down Tony's invitation to spend Christmas with Steve Rogers and his family, because you weren't really friends with Steve. Tony insisted, not wanting you to be alone, but you assured him that you would be fine in the company of your friends, and that he needn't worry.

On Christmas morning, Groot woke you up by jumping on your face. You laughed lightly because he was so small that he was like a tickle, and stood up as you returned the little creature to Mantis' bedside table.

A few hours later, as you were opening your presents at the Slytherin table along with Gamora, Nebula, Mantis, and Peter Quill, who had also stayed at Hogwarts for the end of the year, you let out an excited exclamation.

"I can' believe it." You spoke, opening the package in front of you. It was a large box, it was bewitched and only revealed the actual wrapping once you tore the paper off. It was actually a broom.

"Wow, that's cool." Peter remarked as he looked at your present. 

That's how you ended up in the middle of the snow, testing your new broom while your friends cheered and celebrated below you.

"Are you sure you can fly?" You asked Peter as soon as he asked you if he could ride. He shrugged, smiling.

You and the girls watched as he controlled the broom for a few feet above the ground, and then he overspeeded it and sped away.

You all ran into his direction, while the broom seemed almost annoyed at his lack of control, and knocked him into a tree. Peter fell between the branches, onto someone who was resting under it.

When you all reached him, you frowned when there was a boy pushing Quill.

"Watch it, dude!" Warned the boy, but before you could say anything, Gamora was already stepping forward, wand in hand.

"It was just an accident." She said and the boy looked at her surprised with her wand outstretched. He crossed his arms however, not looking scared.

"Oh, you're going to spell me now, are you?" He teased.

"Piss off, Maximoff." Warned Nebula next, taking a step beside her sister. So this was Pietro Maximoff. You figured that confidence should come from being the son of one of the professors.

"I suggest you leave my brother alone." Warned a voice behind you. You turned next, only to catch sight of a girl with brown hair, green eyes that glittered with anger. 

Gamora clenched her jaw, and Nebula drew her own wand toward the girl, who also had her wand in her hands.

You sighed, raising your hands as you stood in the line of fire.

"Would everyone please calm down?" You asked. "It was just a misunderstanding, and the broom is mine anyway, no need to fight about it."

It takes a moment, but Gamora puts down her wand, and everyone follows her after that. She has an insinuating smile on her face.

"You really are a Hufflepuff, aren't you Stark?" She teases, and you laugh sheepishly, putting your hands in your pockets.  "Come on Quill." 

Gamora warns and the boy shoots Pietro an ugly look as he leaves. You accept your broom that he hands to you, and turn around, your gaze meeting that of the girl who is supposed to be Wanda Maximoff for a moment. You feel your face heat up at the intensity of the angry look, and you look away, following your friends.

//-//

The months went by quickly as the rest of the school year passed. You managed to do very well on the exams, and didn't get involved in any near-fights again.

When the year ended and the Hufflepuff didn't win the House Cup, you thought you should have been more upset, but you didn't mind having Gamora and Nebula celebrating beside you, laughing and hugging you excitedly.

You also didn't understand why you felt your stomach turn when you caught Wanda Maximoff smiling amidst the Slytherin celebration when you looked around.