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Mob! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You just got a new expensive lingerie set and decided to tease your mafia boss boyfriend with some sexy pictures.

Word count: 2.3K

Warnings: modern setting, mafia boss bucky, established relationship, nude photos, dom bucky, smut, vaginal sex, mirror sex, lingerie kink, hair-pulling, doggy style, butt slapping, dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie.

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As soon as the message from you popped up on Bucky’s screen, he was no longer involved in the conversation with his people, who were reporting on the situation that got a few men killed.

No, now his eyes were glued to the screen of his phone. To the photo that you sent him, to be exact. You were standing in front of the mirror in the new blue lingerie set that Bucky definitely hadn't seen before. 

“miss you, baby.” 

Bucky took a deep breath, studying every little thing in the photo—from your half-hidden smile to the soft skin of your legs and stomach—and noticing the way your boobs were perfectly sitting in that almost see-through bra. Fuck, to be right now on top of you instead of sitting here was a dream. You knew what effect you had on him and that Bucky loved your expensive lingerie, but he couldn't just leave now, right? Controlling Brooklyn was not easy, especially when some brave idiots tried to threaten him.

“please, Jamie…”

Another text message with an attached picture appeared in front of him, and his pants immediately became much tighter. Now it was from another angle. You were on the bed on your hands and knees, your spine perfectly arched to show your round ass in just a little piece of fabric that shouldn’t even be considered underwear. 

Flashbacks from all the times Bucky was holding your hips while thrusting into you from behind filled his head and he almost wanted to moan out loud. No, it was impossible to listen to whatever Peter was saying, especially when it was the first time you sent such photos.

“You better stay in this position, baby. I'm coming.” He typed quickly before suddenly getting up from his fancy leather chair, making the whole room go quiet. 

“D-did I say something wrong, boss?” Peter’s face became white. Bucky probably looked really angry right now, but only because he couldn't touch you and bury himself in your heat at that exact moment. 

“I didn't listen, Parker. I need to go; finish here without me. Steve, you're responsible.” Bucky took his jacket and stormed out of the room without another word. 

***

You were walking around the bedroom in nervousness, as if it were your first time waiting for Bucky from work. But now something was different, though. You knew that he was busy, and you hated disturbing him, but after looking in the mirror at yourself for too long, you got so confident and bold that you decided to text him with photos, which you had never done before. 

Your best friend Nat took you out shopping, but even though Bucky always gave you his card and told you to buy whatever you wanted, you never actually did it. Until you saw that unbelievably beautiful blue set. Bucky went crazy every time you had new pieces, but they weren’t as expensive as this one because you always bought them with your own money. Your friend basically shoved you into the changing room and convinced you that it cost every single penny, so you gave up and used Bucky’s black card. 

The loud noise of the slammed door came from the first floor, and you knew that your boyfriend had come home. Fuck, it has been only 15 minutes since he messaged you, and he was already there. 

You sat at the edge of the king-size bed, facing the door. And in just a few seconds, heavily breathing and slightly annoyed, Bucky stood in the door frame. If you hadn’t been dating him for almost a year now, you would’ve thought that he was angry, but the way he licked his lips and the look in his eyes while he was scanning your almost naked body told you otherwise. 

“You’re such a fucking tease, babydoll. I had an important meeting, and you just had to send me those photos, huh?” Bucky grinned at you, taking off his expensive jacket and rolling up the sleeves of the white shirt. He took small steps toward you, but you were too focused on his tattooed and veiny forearms to notice it. 

You blinked only when a soft but firm hand pressed under your chin, making you look Bucky in the eyes. The realization of how ridiculously wet you were hit you hard, and Bucky probably saw the way your cheeks blushed because his lips curled in a one-sided smirk. 

“You’re looking like the sexiest thing on the planet, but you’re blushing. God, you’re amazing, baby.” His eyes slid down your body, covered in a thin lace, and you swore that his eyes darkened within a second.

“I just thought that I became wet by just looking at your hands.” Bucky growled at your words. He took both of your hands into his, silently asking you to stand up from the bed. "Sorry for bothering you at work, I just... I don’t know.” 

“I don’t care about work as long as I can see my amazing girlfriend looking so incredible. Is this new? I know every single piece of clothing that you own; I’ve never seen this before.”

“Nat convinced me to buy this... from your card. I hope you don’t mind." Bucky chuckled at your words. 

“I told you a million times to buy whatever you wanted. My money is your money, ‘key? Now spin for me.” He lifted your hand above your head, helping you to spin around and show him every little detail of your new purchase.

The bra, which perfectly lifted your boobs, so they seemed nice and round. Matching lacy blue thongs and a garter belt that was attached to the tights sat on your waist, showing every curve of your hips. There was nothing left for imagination. You looked so soft, delicious, and sexy, but those cute little flowers all over the fabric made Bucky want to destroy you.

“So pretty, goddammit. I need you right now.” He firmly grabbed one side of your face, connecting your lips in a hot and messy kiss, while the other hand trailed its way from your neck down to your soaking wet panties. “Still can’t believe that you’re mine. The most beautiful woman on the whole fuckin’ planet.” Bucky growled into your lips, refusing to let you go. “Is that all for me? Are you so wet because of your naighty little photos or from my hands? Tell me.” Two fingers run up and down your covered folds, making you moan into Bucky’s mouth from the stimulation. 

“Both… Jamie, please. I need you.” You tried to grind your hips on his hand, but Bucky gripped your thigh and lowered his mouth onto your hot neck. 

“‘M not gonna let you get off on my hand, not today. You teased me with those sexy pictures, so I think it would be fair if I just fucked you senseless. That’s what you asked me to do anyway, right?” You just eagerly nodded, hoping that Bucky would do anything. The heat in the lower half of your stomach was almost painful, and you felt awfully empty inside, squeezing around nothing with every kiss Bucky had left on your sensitive skin. “Should I bend you over the bed? Or maybe on the floor in front of the mirror so I could see how good you feel when I fuck you?” He asked mostly himself. 

Bucky pulled away from you, admiring fresh red marks on your collarbones and neck and already knowing that you'd blame him in the morning before work. His lips were swollen and his hair was a mess, but you still bit your lip at how sexy and pretty he was. Lately, you didn’t spend much time together because of his job, and now you wanted to spend every second admiring and touching him. 

“I don’t care, Buck. I just want you, I miss you.” Your hands flew to the collar of his shirt, opening every button until his tanned chest was on full display. 

“Get on your knees and hands, doll.” Bucky mumbled, and you knew that he had lost all of his patience. 

You lowered yourself on an expensive white rug and teasinly moved your ass from side to side, looking at Bucky through the mirror. His eyes stuck on your body, and he licked his lips once again. You saw the way his pants were barely holding the hardness behind them, and your mouth instantly started watering from that thought.

“Are you going to fuck me or keep starring at my ass?” 

He smirked at your words and fell onto his knees behind you, slightly pushing his covered hips into yours and making you both moan. 

“Oh, I am going to fuck you? Don’t worry about that, doll.” The sudden slap on your ass cheek made you loudly gasp; your mouth stayed slightly open as Bucky was massaging your burning cheek with one hand and unbuckling his pants with the other. 

You felt the silky-soft skin of his cock between your legs when Bucky ran his length on your wet panties. “It’s too pretty, I don’t wanna take it off of you. ‘M just gonna push them to the side.” He took your underwear out of his way, lining the leaking tip with your wet entrance. 

You couldn’t stay steel, so Bucky had to grab your hair, raise your head, and perfectly arch your back. You whined at the slight pain from his grip, but it soon turned into a loud mixture of a moan and Bucky’s name when he pushed inside of you. 

It never failed to amaze both of you how perfect you were for each other. The sex was incredible every single time. Your body instantly adgasted for his size; your wet and soft folds gripped his cock firmly, as if your body didn’t want him ever to leave. Bucky honestly didn’t even remember the sex before you; at that time he thought it was nice, but since the first night with you, everything has become blurred, and he couldn't look at any other woman in a sexual way anymore. 

“Fuck-fuck-fuck, James!” You cried, squeezing him harder and gripping the soft material under your hands. 

“Holy shit, doll. Your pretty pussy ‘s taking me so well; she’s so greedy for my cock.” Bucky slapped your ass again at the same time as he bottomed out in you. You tried to stay focused on the reflection in the mirror, but that teasing little push of Bucky’s hips right into your g-spot made your eyes roll back. "What? You can’t handle it, baby? But that's what you asked for. You thought that you could just send me these things and not get fucked like a naughty little girl?” He chuckled, immediately increasing the speed of his thrusts. 

“I just wanted you, J-Jamie, fuck!” You cried at another slap on your ass. Red hand prints were already visible, and you knew that it would be hard to sit the next day. “I need to cum, please…”

“Already drunk with my cock?” Bucky chuckled, slightly squeezing your hair in his hand, until you opened your hooded eyes and looked at him in the mirror. “Look at you, always so perfect for me.” His blue eyes studied your reflection. Your still covered in bra tits bounced every time he pushed his cock inside of you, and Bucky felt like he became even harder because of the fact that he couldn’t see you fully naked. 

It felt like he wanted to split you in half with the power of his movements. Your skin slapped into each other, and the wet sounds of your pussy were almost too loud and inappropriate for you, but Bucky didn’t care. He moved fast and hard, mumbling praise words under his breath, which you barely understood, being too close to cum. 

“Bucky, ‘m gonna cum… Please, let me cum, ‘m so close.” You loudly moaned when your body started trembling and your hands were almost too weak to hold you up. 

“Do it, doll. I’m right behind you. Cover my cock in your cum.” Your mouth fell open, and your eyes instantly closed when you finally came, clenching around him. Bucky looked closely as your face expression changed—it was his favorite thing. 

He pushed into your tight cunt a few more times before freezing as his own orgasm came. You moaned at the feeling of his hot seed feeling you from the inside. 

“Just like that, doll. You did so well.” Bucky soothed the skin of your thigh and reddish cheek, finally loosening the grip on your hair. Your hands couldn’t hold you up anymore, and you collapsed on the soft rug with a muffled puff. 

Bucky slightly chuckled, slipping out of you, and flipped over your exhausted body so you could face him. You both were flushed and slightly sweaty. Bucky brushed your hair from your face and lowered himself to catch your lips in a slow kiss. You wrapped your arms around his strong shoulders until he fell on top of you. 

“I’ll call Nat so she can take you shopping tomorrow. Use my black card and get yourself everything that you like, because now I want to see you in every possible shade and variation of lingerie, doll.” Bucky mumbled near your ear while his hands traced the soft skin of your ribs and stomach. 

“I don’t want to spend your money, James.” You laughed. 

“Then I’ll give my card to Nat, so she can spend it on you. Because I won’t leave you alone anymore, doll. You drive me crazy looking like this.” He started kissing your neck, going lower to your chest. You just sighted, knowing damn well that there’s no point in arguing and that your amazing boyfriend would find a way to make you buy more lingerie. “Are you ready for round two? Because I really wanna put those pretty tits in my mouth.” 

Whatever you wanted to say died on your tongue with the first touch of Bucky’s wet tongue, and your brain went completely blank. 

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Shameless, pt. 9

Severus Snape x professor!reader fic

Shameless Masterpost

hello my fellow snape lovers. i think you will love this chapter. hehehehe. thats all i am saying. and you might hate mcgonagall. </3

you can thank harry styles' song 'fine line' for the ending of this chapter. oop.

thank you for reading so far and for all your kind comments, likes and reblogs! I LOVE YOU GUYS <3

i apologise in advance for any typos or anything along those lines, i suck at proofreading.

VAMOS!!

Your throat tightened as you stared at your dishevelled appearance in the dirty, old mirror that sat crookedly in your greenhouse; overgrown vines of poison ivy enveloping it, slowly reclaiming it.

"Shit..." You muttered, angling your face to gaze at the marks that Snape had so graciously left on your jaw. "For Merlin's sake..." You spun away from the mirror with a distressed huff and headed towards your cabinet in a sweep, kneeling down against the mossy tiles, searching for a herb of some sort that had healing properties. Or something along those lines. You were desperate at this point. "Dittany, dittany..." You mumbled to yourself, digging through shelves and shelves of dusty glass jars and containers. At once, your eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning as the sight of a worn label caught your attention. You thumbed the dust off of the yellowed and faded label, reading it aloud, "D.. di-di-an...y?" You muttered, only noticing how worn the writing really was once you pulled it out into the light. How long has this been in here...?

That has to be dittany, you thought, curious eyes scanning the long and slender, deep mossy green stem that branched out with smaller rounded leaves. You blew against the jar with a sharp breath, a ball of dust and dirt puffing up in your face. You coughed and quickly retrieved your wand, swiftly flicking it to make the heap of dust dissipate. Well, you'd certainly lacked on cleaning your cabinets during the past year, but it's not like that kind of thing had any space in your mind. It was full of... other things.

Your fingers clutched the lid of the glass jar and lifted it upwards, a gentle, spicy yet mountainous smell filling your nostrils. As you placed the lid down with a loud clack, you reached your hand into the jar to retrieve a stem of dittany. You hoped to god this would work, otherwise you'd reluctantly resort to make-up, and that would be even worse. Not that you were awful at using it, but your skintone was almost impossible to match perfectly. You padded back to the rusty mirror in your greenhouse, the richer herbal smell of the dittany invading your lungs as you held it up to your face, preparing yourself to rub it vigorously against the darkening fingertip marks upon your jaw.

"Merlin, please, let this work." You mumbled with a deep breath, pinching the dittany and beginning to massage it into your marked face. You couldn't bear to watch for fear of it not working, so you shut your eyes, avoiding your own reflection. Desperately rubbing a herb against your face to get rid of some suspicious looking marks so the man you were seeing wouldn't accuse you of seeing someone else? Yes, that's you. Dedicated clown.

Hesitantly, you wrenched open your eyes. From what you saw, the herb had done nothing but give you a red rash, in fact, it actually highlighted the purpling bruises. You wanted to launch a rock through a window. Why couldn't Snape just keep his hands off of you? Why did he always resort to touching you? Not that you were complaining- well, actually, this time you were. His reckless actions were going to get you in trouble, but you couldn't exactly blame him. You hadn't told anyone that you were seeing the infamous Benjamin Bluewater. So why wouldn't he... grab your jaw in a fit of rage? Speaking of this, you hadn't really discussed a label with Ben, though, sometimes, he made you think that he wasn't particularly interested in putting a label on your relationship. It didn't bother you, but you'd prefer to know what you were. Were you exclusive? Not exclusive? Was he dating or seeing other people?

What really piqued your interest was what Snape would think of you dating Bluewater. He despised that boy with a burning passion. He'd probably lose a lot of respect for you, surely? But Ben had changed, you'd seen it for yourself.

"Hagrid, tell me that you didn't willingly let the students approach Buckbeak without proper guidance..." You sighed deeply, perched on a felled tree stump as you watched the half-giant-half-man gather some herbs from his personal garden. As the day had progressed onwards, the marks that littered your skin had died down a little, so much so that Hagrid hadn't noticed. Perhaps the dittany did help?

"Am tellin' ya, Y/N, the boy didn't listen!" Hagrid exclaimed, quite clearly stressed. He picked and pulled at the luscious shrubs rather aggressively, placing the stems and leaves into a wicker basket he was holding in his opposite hand. "I told 'im ta' stop!" He continued, his voice strained and panicking. Hagrid stood straight for a moment, his head shaking in a quick back and forth motion. "T-They're gonna want to 'ave Buckbeak slain, I tell ya," he stuttered, "they won't let this go! I'll lose me job too, Y/N!" His voice went up an octave as he glanced at you, his eyes glossed with fear. Hagrid truly cared for his animals deeply, and it pained you to see him so distressed over an accident.

"Hagrid, it'll be alright, I-"

"Y/N," Hagrid interrupted you, a stern look adopted his worn features. You instantly shut your mouth. "This is the Malfoy's we're talkin' abou'. They don't care for nothin', n' they ain't care for anyone but themselves." He finished, turning to look at his hut for a moment, big and grey clouds were starting to push their way across the dim blue sky.

"So... there's no other way? Buckbeak will be killed...?" You asked hesitantly, a lump forming in your throat as the thought of the silver hippogriff slipped into your mind. Hagrid was right, Buckbeak didn't deserve this. But what could you do? You were powerless.

Hagrid only nodded at you gravely, averting his eyes back to the garden in front of him, sucking in his bottom lip as if to stop the tears that had formed in his eyes from falling. You quickly rushed from your tree stump to Hagrid, wrapping your arms around him as much as you could. In this very moment, all you could offer the man was comfort. And so you did.

"It'll be alright, Hagrid." You mumbled against his musky smelling, tatty brown jacket, pressing the side of your face into his large, protruding stomach. A sharp inhale of air sounded from above, and you knew he was sobbing now. "It's okay." You whispered with glossy eyes, leaning back to glance up at Hagrid as he stared sorrowfully at the ground; his big, brown eyes wet with regretful tears. Gods, this was breaking your heart.

"He don't deserve this, Y/N!" Hagrid cried, his gigantic hands rushing to clutch you against his shaking body as he sobbed. "He don't, he's a good boy, he is." He muttered through broken cries. You had to bite down on your lip to stop yourself from breaking down into sobs too. As much as you wanted to cry with Hagrid, you wanted to be strong for him - like he was when you came running, crying hysterically because of... Severus.

It felt weird to use his first name. You hadn't used it since... you couldn't even remember when. You only called him Snape now, and it hurt you to do so.

A couple days had passed by since your incident with Snape, and he had found himself lurking in your greenhouse, sneakily searching for ingredients for his upcoming future classes. The screech of an owl hooked Snape's nose up and away from your cabinets and to the door of your greenhouse. He ducked, cursing, as a Spectacled Owl swooped over his head, the sweep of it's wings making Snape's raven-black hair fly outwards. He watched as it dropped a rather beautiful bouquet of flowers on your desk with a muffled thud, proceeding to fly out of an open ceiling window and perch itself on a tree branch to the right of it. The owl hooted as it watched Snape curiously with big, beady eyes. The Potions Master observed it for several seconds, his eyes narrowing inquisitively. Once he deemed it safe to move, Snape shuffled towards the bouquet, his eyes instantly finding a note attached. He slowly shifted his fingers towards it, opening the folded piece of parchment. His brows furrowed as it read:

Dearest Y/N,

I hope these stunning flowers find you well, the moment I saw them, they instantly reminded me of you, and I had to have them.

Since the day we parted from each other, you have not left my mind. You have ensorcelled me. Enchanted and charmed me. The sweet sound of your perfect laugh lives in my mind, and Merlin, how I miss the way that your smile bewitched my heart each time I had the honour of laying my blessed eyes upon it. 

I do hope Hogwarts is treating you well. If it isn't, you know where to find me.

B.B x

Snape's stomach instantly twisted into a painful, egregious knot as his eyes continuously scanned over the sentimental note. You were seeing someone? Since when? More importantly, who was 'B.B'? Was it serious? It seemed to be, from Snape's basic knowledge of flowers, he knew they were high-quality, expensive ones. The thick, shiny material they were cocooned in also added to his conclusion. Whoever you were seeing was willing to spend a good amount of gold on you. Then, perhaps, was it an admirer? Someone trying to court you? No, it couldn't be, the note said-

Almost as fast as those thoughts had entered Snape's mind, he wiped them away, shaking his head aggressively as he let go of the note between his fingers, backing away from the flowers like a fearful doe. No, he wasn't doing this today. Not ever, actually.

Snape's eyes reluctantly fell to where you usually left a quill and parchment - specifically for him to note down what he'd taken. But it wasn't there. His brows knitted together, perplexed, as he glanced around the room for your quill and parchment. His eyes fell back onto the bouquet of flowers that 'B.B' had sent you. Snape's jaw clenched as he grudgingly padded forwards again, his hand reaching out slowly to lift up the neatly-wrapped bouquet. His hunch was right. That damned bird of yours had dropped the large bouquet on top of his quill and parchment, almost like a silent 'fuck you'. Snape had to force himself not to hex the poor animal as he retrived the materials, placing them beside the flowers to quickly scribble down the ingredients he required.

Snape felt something like a knife poke at his heart as he let his eyes glance over at the handwritten note again, staring at it with cruel eyes. A wave of disgust rushed through his body as he re-read the sickly sweet words. As much as he despised and envied the person behind the note, he couldn't help but agree with how they described you.

Over the next week at Hogwarts, more and more notes, flowers and small gifts began to turn up in your greenhouse. You had felt a bit smothered by Ben, but you gave him the benefit of the doubt - perhaps gift-giving was his love language. As time went on, you noticed that Snape began to slack in leaving notes of what he'd borrowed for his lessons. This confused you slightly, Snape was not someone that neglected agreements or promises. So, you just put it down to being an accident rather than on purpose. You weren't sure if you did that for the peace of your own mind, or hoping it was true.

Snape found himself assigned to the nightly patrol shift this Friday evening. He was a little miffed about it since he had planned to kick back in his room and bury his nose in a book he'd picked up on a subtle trip to Hogsmeade. Ever since he'd read that note in your greenhouse, he'd turned a little more bitter towards people. Including you. The only way he had figured out to hide something as petty and trivial as the feeling of jealousy was by acting a little colder to people. Everyone knew him as the callous and heartless Professor Snape, so it's not as if the students or staff alike would be alarmed by his extra bitterness.

As the Potions Master was strolling absentmindedly in the outside grounds of Hogwarts, two shadowy figures had caught his eye. Instinctively, he drew his wand, his fingers tightening around it. He crouched down a tad, narrowing his eyes in a feeble attempt to try and work out who the possible intruders were. Surely it was just two students out after curfew, right? Though, that idea came crashing down when he heard the sweet sound of your muffled laugh. His body ran cold as another heavenly, song-like giggle reached his ears. What were you doing out so late at night? …And who were you with?

"I'm sorry I kept you so late," Ben said quietly, squeezing your hand as you glanced up at him, the two of you strolling through the outside grounds of Hogwarts. The two of you kept your voices down as it was past midnight now, and you weren't exactly desiring the idea of getting caught. "I didn't expect the pub to stay open past eleven o'clock!"

"It's alright, work was rather stressful this week anyway. I needed a good break." You giggled, quickly placing a hand over your mouth to muffle it. Ben couldn't help but grin amusedly at your widened eyes.

"And you told me I had to be quiet," Ben mused, his eyes flicking back to the ground in front of him. You rolled your eyes at him and nudged him with a playful elbow. "But what happened with work? Annoying first years?" He teased. Oh, he had no idea.

A class of seventh years had been stressing you out since Tuesday afternoon when Jasper Greenlichen, a very intelligent and passionate budding Herbologist, made some fatal mistakes on a mock exam. The second you handed his results back to him, you hadn't expected, nor prepared yourself for such an intense meltdown of emotions. Since that moment, he was nonstop asking questions and asking for your expert opinion on certain ways to structure answers. The boy was absolutely obsessed with improving, and it was becoming extremely tiring for you. You could only help him so much.

"I wish," You groaned, shaking your head for a moment. "Seventh years, actually, one of them had a total meltdown when he did quite badly on a mock exam I'd set up for them." You explained, sighing exhaustedly. "From then on, it was chaos for me. I'd actually started dreading teaching for once!"

"Oh blimey," Ben grimaced at your words. "Sounds terrible." He added with a laugh, pulling you into his arms with a tug. A quiet squeak slipped from your throat as you fell into his chest, his hands snaking down to your waist suggestively.

"Ben," You warned, trying to hide the smile that was tugging at your lips. The bright, pale moonlight glimmered down upon the two of you, illuminating you like two shards of broken glass in the sunlight.

"What?" He asked innocently, frowning as if he was being falsely accused of murder. "I've missed you." He muttered. Your stomach twisted at his words. Had you missed him as well? The only time Ben had poked at your brain was when you'd been with Snape...

"Me too." You replied, staring up at him. Did you just lie to him? Perhaps. Is it terrible if you felt nothing the moment those three words left his lips? Definitely. What a fucking mess.

With Ben facing against the moonlight, the shadows cast on his face made his nose appear slightly larger, and his eyes seemed to turn dark. Were you imagining this...?

Before you could continue to question yourself, Ben's smile faded and his brows furrowed as his hand rose up to your jaw, grasping it gently with his fingertips. Your blood ran cold as he angled your jaw towards the light, encouraging it to illuminate the fading bruises on your jaw. Fuck, there was no way this was happening right now.

"What's this?" He questioned softly, his tone flat. You swallowed, anxiety bubbling at your fingertips as they began to tingle. What the hell were you meant to say?

"Oh, it's nothing," You laughed lightly, leaning away from his concerned touch. Sure, some bouncing bulbs could have caused small, red marks on your face, right? "I was teaching some first-years a couple days ago, some bouncing bulbs got loose." You quickly lied, smiling up at Ben, praying he'd just let it go.

"Are you okay?" He asked once more, his eyes flicking up to yours, burning with worry. A wave of relief washed over you as he believed you. If you'd told him the truth, you weren't sure how he'd react. Perhaps he'd curse Snape's classroom to smell awfully for eternity, or maybe he'd do worse... but you didn't want to think about that right now.

"Yeah, I'm alright, it's happened before." You laughed again, quietly, staring at Ben for any sign of doubt on his face. He continued to study your injured jaw, not seemingly convinced.

"Alright," he nodded at you with a curt sigh, letting it go. "As long as you're not in pain." Ben smiled down at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your marked jaw, trailing his lips to towards your parted ones. A gasp left your lips as Ben pulled you closer to him, his fingers digging into your waist hungrily. He kissed you a little harder, and you had to push him away slightly, releasing yourself from his lips.

"Ben, remember where we are." You said quietly, nodding to the grounds of Hogwarts that the two of you were currently stood in. "Someone could see us." You warned, a sheepish and awkward smile picking at the corners of your lips.

"So what?" Ben smirked as he leaned in to kiss you again, his reckless personality rearing it's head once more. You placed a firm hand against his chest, placing some space between you.

"I'm serious." You said again, your tone switching from playful to stern. Ben sighed, nodding, as he waved his white flag and surrendered to your demands. "Thank you." You smiled up at him, patting his chest gently, watching how as he turned his head, that familiar looking shadow cast over his features again, transforming him into your true desire. You tore your gaze away from his face as your heartbeat began to pick up in speed, memories of you and a certain brooding Potion Master flooding your mind. "I should really get going now." You quickly muttered, swallowing the lump of anxiety in your throat as you glanced to the right, avoiding his eyes.

Was this how your life was going to be now? Everytime you looked at someone you tried to move on with, his face would appear? Everywhere you looked, the thought of him would slide into your mind effortlessly - at this point, you were wondering if he had slipped you some sort of potion when you weren't looking.

"Oh right, yeah... I forgot it was so late," Ben laughed awkwardly, noticing your subtle change in demeanour. He wondered if he'd done something wrong. "I'll come and see you again soon, Y/N." He pushed past the niggling feeling in his mind and smiled at you, leaning forwards to press a kiss to your cheek. His hand brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and you returned his smile, the overwhelming feeling of guilt beginning to nibble away at your bones. This man was treating you like a princess and all you could think about was the man that had roughly grabbed you by your jaw the other day, leaving bruises on it.

"Send me an owl first, I'd like to be prepared this time." You hummed, referring to how Ben had caught you in your messy casualwear, tending to the plants in your greenhouse and covered in filth. It wasn't a pretty sight - well in your opinion, at least. "See you soon, Ben." You smiled at him as you turned to leave, a ghastly, freezing breeze of cold air suddenly tickling your skin.

"See you later, and... get back safe, please." Ben said wearily as he glanced about, having noticed the sudden drop in temperature as well. You nodded at him and pulled your shawl tighter around you, trying to ward off the cold that was now biting at your bare shoulders. You'd quickly slipped on a dark, rich emerald green dress that fell to the floor, and was slightly cinched at your waist in a shirred fashion, with baggy, ballooned sleeves that reached your wrists. You'd also opted to bring a thick, warm dusty rose-coloured shawl that was currently wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

Walking back to the grand entrance of the castle, your brows knitted together as your eyes stared at the ground that was suddenly frosting over, wilting flowers and withering plants. A feeling of uneasiness permeated your ice-cold skin as you let your eyes glaze over the frozen ground, the clouds above you suddenly turning deathly grey. Your heart began to pound as you immediately took off in a sprint, desperately trying to reach Hogwarts before whatever the hell was coming could get to you.

The air was dead, silent and motionless. Only the sound of your crunching footfalls and your chattering teeth pierced the blanket of silence. You were praying that you were only imagining this, there was no way you could fend off a dementor. As you ran, your hands began to clench and unclench, a layer of sweat forming within them as you continued to run as fast as you could, your chest heaving with complete fear as the cold began to invade your body. You felt as if you were going to die right then and there, dementor or not, your heart was going absolutely mental, pounding against your ribs like an insane prisoner, begging to be let out. Your legs began to slow as the freezing cold began to overpower your body, numbing your legs and sending you tumbling to the ground. You fell to your hands and knees, tears streaming down your face, still desperate to escape as you clambered forwards in vain.

The chilling temperature was becoming too much for your body to withstand, and so you fell to the side, a paralysing scream leaping from your lungs as your worst nightmare suddenly swept in front of you. It floated in front of you, as if taunting you. The haunting noise of a rattling, sucking-like sound surrounded you like a bubble. You stared up at the dementor, your mouth agape in horror, fearful tears brimming your eyes as you watched on helplessly. Your lungs burned with each strangled breath you stole, your limp body falling backwards against the ground, as the dementor glided closer to you, finally kissing you.

You felt as if you were drowning. Your lungs felt as if they were filled with water, stealing your breath away, leaving you to suffocate. All you could see was the dementor, it's menacing appearance rendering you immobile. You were paralysed. You couldn't move, you couldn't run away. This was it, this was how you died.

Then, suddenly, a bright white light pierced the darkness that had almost swallowed you whole. It was almost blinding as you glanced towards it, your vision blurring. You struggled on the ground, your eyes fighting to stay open as they caught a glimpse of what looked to be like... a... doe?

As you let your eyes roll back to the gloomy and black sky above you, it felt like you were in slow motion - everything was spinning and the lids of your eyes were feeling heavier and heavier; the freezing cold that once had you within it's grasp subsiding. The roar of rushing blood in your ears muffled the screaming voice from afar. You wanted to scream out, to beg them for help, but you couldn't. Your voice was no where to be heard.

As you laid motionless upon the frosted grass, your muscles relaxed, your body finally caving as the black abyss swallowed your vision.

Peace.

A quiet rustling of what sounded like metal against metal stirred you awake. You felt your fingers twitch as you gradually shuffled the tiniest bit against some soft sheets that you'd been carefully wrapped up in.

"She's awake." A soft, feminine voice called out from beside you; your eyes slowly, but painfully fluttering open.

"How are you feeling?" A familiar, warm voice poked at your ears. You blinked as your eyes followed the source of the sound, a blanket of relief encasing you as you saw Professor Lupin perched on a chair beside where you laid.

"Erm," You croaked, sitting up on your elbows in a leisurely manner. "What the hell happened?" You asked quietly, confused. Glancing about the room with squinted eyes, you noticed that you were in the hospital wing, sat in a bed, neatly wrapped up like a cocooned caterpillar in blankets.

"You were attacked by a dementor." Lupin put it simply, though he kept his tone soft, a hint of concern laced beneath. "Do you remember anything?" He further questioned you, curious. You looked back to him, letting yourself fall back into the bed. "Here," Lupin reached into his pocket, pulling out a chocolate bar. "It'll help." He said, offering it to you.

You took it gratefully, unwrapping the crackly plastic covering slowly, feeling your mouth suddenly salivate at the sight of the sugary treat. "Thank you, Remus." You smiled weakly at him whilst trying to wrack your brain for any remaining memories of the attack, taking a bite out of the chocolate. You sat there for a moment, staring down at your lap as you sifted through your memories, chewing at a slow pace. You remembered leaving Ben, then the cold... that was it... "No, I'm sorry." You mumbled, feeling a little useless.

"Don't apologise, we're all just very glad you're okay." Remus smiled at you, his moustache twitching. You nodded in agreement with him, keeping quiet. "You were lucky that Severus was there to save you that night." Your eyes instantly snapped to Lupin's, widening in surprise.

"Wait, what?" You choked out. It felt like someone had just punched your chest. Snape saved you? How did he...? Remus seemed a little concerned at your reaction as his brows knitted together in slight curiosity. "Sna... Severus was the one...?" You breathed out, shock stiffening your body, your throat tightening as your lips spoke his name.

"He was." Remus tilted his head at you, inquisitive blue eyes studying you. "He was on duty that night and heard your screams."

You couldn't believe what was coming out of Remus's mouth. Were you dreaming? Were you in some horrible, twisted nightmare? You had so many questions running through your mind that you couldn't keep up.

"Also, you keep saying 'that night', how long have I been... here?" You questioned Lupin, your voice weakening as you glanced around the hospital wing, noticing how empty it was. Only one other person was here and it was a student dressed in a Quidditch outfit with an icepack resting on his forehead. You deduced that he had probably fallen off of his broom during a match.

"Just over two days, Y/N." Remus replied slowly, continuing to observe you for any possible ailments. You blinked.

"What day is it?"

"Sunday," The professor replied before twisting his arm to check his watch. "Six fifty-two in the evening, to be exact."

"Right," You exhaled slowly, staring up at the ceiling, becoming lost in your thoughts. You thought you were alone outside. Why did- how did Snape know you were there? Did this mean something? Was this his way of- no, don't be silly, for Merlin's sake.

It's merely a coincidence, you chastised yourself. I should be glad he was there, I wouldn't be sat here right now if he wasn't, you thought, sighing frustratedly through your nostrils.

"I need to talk to him." You said quickly, beginning to sit up but Lupin quickly pushed you back down into the bed, his mouth flattening into a straight line.

"You need to rest." He replied sternly, his hand resting firmly against your shoulder as he forced you back down.

"I feel perfectly fine, Remus. I appreciate your concern but-"

"I'm sorry, but it's Madam Pomfrey's orders." He cut you off, an apologetic look softening his features. You sighed at him, a little irritated, but you understood where he was coming from. You did need to rest up, you didn't feel like you were in the best of headspaces. You still felt a little disorientated.

There was a moment of silence before you reluctantly gave in, giving Lupin a soft nod, avoiding his eyes. "Fine." You settled into the hospital bed, glancing out at the window to your right, watching quietly as beads of rain dripped down the glass pane.

"If you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask me." Lupin smiled warmly at you. You hummed quietly, returning his smile.

"Actually, Remus, erm," You cleared your throat, shuffling under the pale white sheets. "I was hoping to ask you if you could mentor me? To produce a patronus charm?" You asked, fidgeting with your fingers. Lupin's brow quirked at your proposal.

"Of course," Remus nodded as the surprised expression that had slipped onto his face clearly showed that he wasn't expecting you to ask him such a question. "We can start on Tuesday, seven o'clock. My classroom."

You felt your body relax at his answer. "Thank you so much." You said, your smile widening.

"It's my pleasure, Y/N, now please, get some rest." A gentle chuckle rumbled within Lupin's chest as he tilted his head at you like a parent would at their child. You scrunched your nose up at him jokingly and rolled over onto your side, tugging the blanket up and over your shoulders.

"Goodnight, Remus." You said quietly with a hint of amusement in your tone, closing your eyes. As the echo of his receding footsteps began to grow quieter and quieter as he left, you let your body finally rest, gradually dozing off.

"Shouldn't you be resting?" Snape's deep, languid voice echoed from behind his door, sending a nervous shiver down your spine. You'd slipped out of your hospital bed once you had woken up, determined to pay Snape a visit, despite the storm of butterflies swirling in your stomach. When you checked the clock before leaving, it had struck almost eleven-thirty at night.

You pursed your lips, slipping inside his office and leaning against the back of the door as it clicked shut. "How did you know it was me?" You asked a little awkwardly as your eyes flicked to Snape who still had his nose buried in a pile of assignments atop of his neatly-arranged desk. A flutter of envy flew through your chest as you silently admired how organised the man was. Your desk was a mess, you barely had enough time to keep it clean, let alone organised.

"Few people opt to bother me at such an... ungodly hour." Snape sighed, rather exhaustedly, not bothering to glance at up you. Usually you'd chastise him for ignoring you, but you felt like you owed him your life from the whole ordeal a couple days ago, so you chose to brush past the bitterness in his voice. Snape spoke again after several seconds of silence. "Speaking of, what is it that you need from me?"

"Erm," you choked, eyes falling anxiously to the floor, "I just wanted to... say thanks." You said, silently dreading Snape's reply as you looked back up to find him staring at you. Your body ignited at the sight, and you could feel your cheeks starting to burn. Nothing has changed then, you thought, a little embarrassed and somewhat disappointed in yourself.

"I believe we spoke about saying 'thanks'." Snape quirked a brow at you, his dark eyes scrutinising you as you leant against his office door. You huffed at him. He paused for a moment, studying your weak, pale-looking body. "Nevertheless, you're welcome. I suppose such a situation... warrants a thank you." He added, tone flat.

There was another blanket of awkward silence. "Who were you with?" He asked. Your blood ran cold. Here we go, you thought.

"Remember a year ago, when we were brewing the Mandrake Draught?" You spoke hesitantly, avoiding Snape's intense gaze. He hummed, as if to encourage you to continue. "Remember when we spoke about Benjamin Bluewater?" You added, voice going quiet at the end. You braved a glance at the Potions Master, who now looked very disappointed. Fuck.

"You were with... Bluewater?" Snape tried to hide the jealousy in his voice. "Why were you with such a scoundrel so late at night?" You flinched at his harsh tone.

"He's changed, Snape, he's not the same troublemaker as he was in school," you sighed, "he's working at the Ministry of Magic, for Merlin's sake."

"I highly doubt a boy such as him can 'change', Y/N." Snape hissed, averting his eyes back to the parchment in front of him. He felt his skin burning with anger as you spoke about Bluewater so casually. Your heart leapt at the sound of your name leaving his lips.

"And how do you know that, Severus?" You scoffed at him. Snape's hardened eyes snapped up to yours, your harsh tone obviously hitting a nerve in him.

"Boys like him do not change, Y/N, they merely manipulate you to think so." He sneered at you. "And a woman like you is an easy target." He added, igniting a once-extinguished rage within you.

"Excuse me?" Your brows furrowed together furiously. Snape stared at you, an icy glare plastered on his pale face. "A woman like me?"

"You are far too trusting, Y/N," Snape bit, baring his teeth as he rose from his desk, "you are a true Hufflepuff. You have no respect for yourself; you struggle with the prospect of being alone so you reduce yourself to be with a lowlife such as Bluewater." The booming of your heart began to deafen you as you listened to Snape's ruthless words, each syllable digging a knife deeper into your chest. "Are you so afraid of the idea of loneliness that you really think you belong with a miscreant such as him?" He spat at you as you spun on your heels, rushing towards his door, the reality of his words becoming too hard for you to handle. You were breathing so heavily that each breath you took was starting to burn your throat, like you had swallowed the thorny stem of a rose.

Your shaking hand hovered over the handle of his office-door, lingering as you debated between running away like you always did, or confronting your fears.

You turned around, facing Snape with glossy eyes and red cheeks, unafraid. "You have no idea what you're talking about." You hissed at him furiously, stalking towards the raven-haired man with such determination that it made him flinch out of surprise.

"Don't I?" Snape mused, returning to his usual stoic and cold demeanour. He stood tall, towering over your shorter figure, his lips curling up into a sneer as he bent down to look at you in your teary eyes. "I taught the boy for seven years, Y/N. You think I do not know him better than you do?" 

"I..." You stuttered, snapping your jaw shut as you tipped your chin down, submitting to Snape's cruel tone. 

"You deserve better than him." Snape said quietly, softening his tone as he noticed your form trembling with bottled rage and frustration. He pitied you in this moment, in fact, he wished he could save you from such heartache, but it wasn't his place. Not now, not ever.

"You don't know what I deserve, Severus." You bit back in a harsh whisper. Snape's jaw ticked and your chest tightened as his name fell from your lips for the first time in months. He swiftly moved from behind his desk in a sweep, his long, billowing cloak trailing behind him as he stood in front of you; an unusually calm expression softening the cold, unfeeling glare that once laid upon his features.

Snape parted his lips, staring down at you, mulling over his words for a brief moment. "No, I don't," He said quietly, tilting his head at you, studying your distraught eyes. "However, that does not mean I can't usher you in the right direction." He added, clasping his hands behind his back. "It... pains me to see you so... unhappy." You looked up at him, a stray tear embarrassing you as it rolled down your cheek. You quickly swiped it away, and looked away from him, staring at the record player that you had accidentally triggered all that time ago. You felt another bout of tears brim your eyes again as your mind replayed the tender memory of you and Snape sharing such an intimate moment together.

"How did you know where I was that night?" You questioned him quietly, ignoring his previous comment, desperate not to break down in tears in front of the man you had grown to adore.

"It wasn't hard to pinpoint your location when you were screaming bloody murder." Snape replied, a hint of faint amusement lingering in his tone. You huffed at his words, prompting him to quirk at brow at you questioningly.

"Yeah, well," You swallowed thickly, glancing back up at him through your wet lashes. If you asked him any more questions you were certain you'd start hysterically sobbing. "Thanks. Again." You choked out, nodding gently.

Severus hummed at you. He felt unusually warm as the two of you were silent, quietly savouring the rare, peaceful moment.

Your cheeks had pinkened again as you studied his face, your stomach going bananas as your eyes became glued to his. You felt yourself subconsciously leaning towards him, slowly, like the pull of two magnets. Snape's breath hitched in his throat as he watched your eyes drop to his lips, eyeing them hungrily. He hesitated slightly, his mind beginning to race with plentiful amounts of reason as to why he should stop what was about to happen, however, he found himself tossing them to the side, carelessly.

The way the soft, amber hue of the candles illuminated your wet cheeks made you look so fragile, he just wanted to cradle you indefinitely; an aching urge protect you from the outside world. You felt Severus nudge his prominent nose against yours in a gentle, tender gesture; your eyes fluttering at the intimacy. His hot breath was dancing across your face as the two of you grew closer, noses grazing.

Though, before your lips could meet, Snape's office door swung open, revealing Professor McGonagall clutching a candle dressed in her nightgown.

"Severu- oh!" She gasped, watching as the two of you quickly dispersed from each other. "Am I interrupting something?" McGonagall eyed the two of you inquisitively, her lips pouting together. You cleared your throat and clasped your hands together in front of you, blinking quickly. Your cheeks were still scorching hot.

"No." Severus quickly answered, broadening his shoulders as he dared to glance at you. He straightened his posture and averted his attention to his older colleague, staring at her expectantly. "What's the matter, Minerva?" He asked, an underlying tone of irritation in his voice. Your heart fluttered as you looked to Severus, noticing his usually pale face had a tinge of pink to it.

"Black is in the castle." She said with a worried voice, prompting you to snap your head up at Minerva. What? Sirius Black is inside Hogwarts?

Part 10!

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hi there!! :)) I saw that ur requests were open again and I wanted to ask if you could do a hc or short fic(?) for like a Hobie x Spiderperson! reader where they've got this vibe that they're dating???

Like whenever anyone asks about it they have no clue and reject the idea since Hobie doesn't believe in labels and the reader doesn't want to be tied down. But! they both get suuuper jealous whenever either of them gets too close/flirts with other people and drags them away or smth huehruehdids

Maybe they confess??? What if one time the jealousy gets too much or one of them got really hurt and the other realizes that they might never be able to tell the other their feelings? Maybe a big kiss at the end bc of the exploding feelings? That's all, thank you and have a great day!!! :DD

HI ANONNNN <33 omg i love so much WHAT i hope i do this justice <:))

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

"so... are you two a, y'know, a thing?"

questions like these never fail to keep you quick on your toes, especially since nothing could be farther from the truth. you and hobie were just good friends, really good friends. just a couple of buds that always had each other's back when battles go awry, or when the other gets in trouble for a few stunts here and there. you two were just... very close, is what you would call it, neither of you really used labels to express what you two were to each other.

hobie hated labels anyway to begin with, never believed in them and certainly doesn't want to use them to describe his relationship with you. he never felt the need to, all he was certain of was that if you were there for him, he'd obviously be there for you–even if you never asked for him to be, it was always a given.

you yourself were a free-spirited type of person, you refused to be weighed down by commitment when you already had yourself to worry about. and besides... you didn't feel anything for hobie, did you? nah, you didn't, you just thought that he was really, really cool. and awesome. and inspiring. and rebellious for the right reasons. and so... just, just a lot of amazing things.

you two wanted to make it clear: there was nothing going on between you two. and even though you convinced some of the folks at the spider society, a lot of others were still highly skeptical of you two, not that you guys cared, you two knew each other well. or so you both thought.

though hobie was always your first pick for a partner on a mission, you were being paired up with a lot of different spider people recently. and though it was no problem for hobie, you worried about leaving him alone. "hey, now, don't get all sentimental on me. i never believed in consistency, anyway. you're amazing, of course everyone wants you on their team. i'll catch you on the flipside," he'd tell you something along those lines and just... be gone for the rest of the day.

you tried not to worry so much, but guilt ate away at you sometimes and distracted you. but soon, this routine became more and more commonplace for you two, to the point that it distracted you seldom times when you heard that hobie was okay, he wasn't avoiding you, he was just... off somewhere else, and that much was enough to put you at ease.

you hung around the new people you met more and more often, even when hobie was around. you never meant to replace him, you could never do that; you just had your own life, and hobie... hobie knew. he understood that not every day can be for you two to share together, but honestly, he wished he didn't have to share your attention with these other guys, despite how well they mean, he wanted just you and him together for one more day; one more day, just like how it all was before this new change in routine.

little did hobie know that wish would come true sooner than he thought; for as you two were sent on a mission together, with just you two together, hobie had to admit how much he missed you--how much he wanted for things to be the way they once were. "i know i said i never believed in consistency, labels, and... i don't. but when it comes to you, i just have these thoughts, these thoughts of seeing you smile because of me, feeling your hand in mine after a long fight, getting together to make mischief and getting each other out of it--i really missed that... i missed you."

and you thought you were crazy for hearing that right then and there, because you yourself felt that exact same way. "i... i really missed you, too, hobie." you'd admit, and that was all the admission hobie needed to hear. "if you'll let me, may i... show you just how much i've missed you?" he ask as he brings his hand to your cheek and gazes into your eyes as you become more and more embarrassed about your feelings for him, but so was he when he realized you were, and are, all he ever loved.

you agreed, and in the blink of an eye, his lips were on yours. you felt his piercings, they were cold amidst both of your lips touching each other, but you two fit so well together; you two were each other's missing link, the only one who can right each other's wrongs and make them feel much more... alive.

though you two still refused to give other people any labels when asked about you two--because how was it their business, right?--you two knew just the other meant to you: it was ride or die with you, and only you; nobody else could replace or be the other, you're all he'll ever want, and he's all you could ever hope to love.

a/n: I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD AAAAAAAA, I REALLY LOVED WRITING THIS THOUGH <333

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could you do like an enemies with benefits w/ rafe please

Won't Admit It / Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: Mentions of JJ sparks jealousy in Rafe, your enemy and fuck buddy, that prompt him to show you who you really belong to.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS SHOO smut (unprotected PinV, jealousy fucking, rough, spanking, choking, degradation and praise kink, male receiving oral, fingering, mouth fucking, some overstimulation play), enemies/fuck buddies, possessive/jealous Rafe.

Author's note: Of course :D Thank you so much for requesting and I hope this turned out the way you wanted and liked it! Basically, porn with a little bit of plot for explanation, enjoy my loves. Liking, reblogging, and commenting really help me out! Thank you :)

Word count: 1.6k

"You think that shit is funny, hmm?" Rafe spits angrily as he slams your bedroom door shut, you were thankful your parents weren't home to question what was happening, they would not be happy with how Rafe was speaking to you. Rolling your eyes as you cross your arms, leaning against the cool wall behind you. Rafe paced back and forth as he ran his hand through his messy hair in annoyance, you always managed to get under his skin without trying and he hated that. "And you care why?" you question, rolling your head lazily to look at the bookcase beside you. Rafe's head spun to look in your direction, so quickly that you thought it would pop off, but unfortunately, it didn't. Rafe stormed toward you with angry intent, his hand instantly wrapping around your throat with enough pressure to almost stop your air supply.

Rafe hated that he didn't want to hurt you, he simply just wanted to make a point. Not that he would ever admit that out loud to you or himself. He used his free hand to force you to meet his eye, a burning gaze of hate and desire staring back at you. "You know our agreement, your mine to fuck only. Or is one cock not enough for you, slut? Throwing yourself at JJ all night just to get my attention, pathetic." Rafe's mouth was mere inches from your own, his alcohol-tainted breath fanning across your face. There was something tempting and dangerous about teasing Rafe, pushing him to fill your deepest desires because of his jealous and possessive nature. It forced him to claim you as his, show you who you belonged to despite no label. Everyone knew you belonged to him, there was no questioning it and so men stayed away from you. Well, your friends were the only ones who didn't know.

"Seems not, eh? Maybe I'm tired of being someone's dirty little secret and being with someone who'd fuck me like I actually belong to them because I'm actually theirs," you smirked as you pushed your back off the wall to walk away. But you didn't get far because Rafe's hand was back around your neck, pushing your back against the wall once again as his lips collided with yours. You could feel all the emotions Rafe was pouring into the kiss, anger, frustration, jealousy, and lust that was fuelling his actions. Without breaking the kiss, Rafe picked you up with ease and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your arms instinctively snaked around his head, tangling your fingers into the hair at the back of his head. Rafe groaned into the kiss as your hips ground against his crotch and fingers pulled at his hair, just the way he liked.

Rafe carried you to your bed as his hands worked on removing your shirt, your own hands reaching to pull his off also. It was hectic and passionate, the way you both raced to strip the other of your clothing and before either knew it, you were both bare for the other. "You're mine." He growled against your lips. Your back harshly landed on the bed, your body bouncing slightly at the contact and then you were pinned beneath Rafe. Like a predator about to devour his prey, chaotic lust swirling in his blue eyes as he stared down at you. Watching with panting breaths as he kissed his way down your body until he reached where you wanted him most. "Look at how wet you are, you dirty slut." Rafe comments as two of his fingers dip into your wet waiting hole, a moan escaping as he pumped slowly.

"Who makes you this wet?" Rafe demanded as his eyes peer up at you, his head dipping in preparation to attack your pussy. You look down at him and smirk, "JJ does." you tease, knowing full well it would piss him right off. Rafe's eyes widen with anger, his hand once again around your neck as he hovers over you. You simply stare at him with a smirk, unphased by his action. "By the time I'm down with you, you won't remember who that pogue is. I'll make sure you'll only be screaming my name." He growled as his fingers pumped in and out quickly, hitting your g-spot over and over again, causing your eyes to roll back in your head. But as you could feel yourself getting close, your pussy clenching around his fingers, Rafe pulled away.

Your eyes shot open to stare questioningly at him, about to yell. "What? You think you can pull that bullshit of saying another man's name and still get to cum? No chance baby." Rafe removes his fingers and moves to stand next to your bed, ushering for you to follow him. You sat on the edge of the bed with a drenched pussy that itched for release, but nevertheless, you would do as he said. Rafe collected your hair into a ponytail in his fist whilst grabbing your chin with his other so you would look up at him. "You're going to show me how sorry you are, and if you're a good girl for me, then maybe I'll let you come." You could feel yourself get wetter at his words if that was even possible but you did, biting your lip at how turned on a simple sentence made you. Rafe directed your face to his awaiting hard erection, his face was neutral but his eyes gave him away with how expressive they were for what was about to happen.

Using your hand, you directed his leaking tip into your awaiting mouth, your mouth watering at the taste of him. Rafe hissed at the overwhelming sensation of his cock entering your mouth, your tongue wrapping around him gently. Moaning, you took him as far as you could until he was hitting the back of your throat. "That's it, such a good girl." Rafe began fucking your mouth gently to begin with, until you tapped the side of his thigh, the signal you gave when you wanted him to take control and fuck your mouth. Rafe groaned happily and immediately picked up his speed, relentlessly fucking your mouth. You relaxed your throat and mouth as much as they would allow, succumbing yourself to his pleasure as he wished. And as you looked up at the sight in front of you, Rafe's head was thrown back and his mouth hung open as he used your hair in his fist to hold your head still so he fuck your mouth better.

You could feel him getting close and you fully prepared for him to cum in your mouth but was surprised when he pulled you off him. Gasping as he pulled you up and pushed you onto the bed, his cock at your entrance. Rafe forced you to stare into his eyes as he entered you slowly, loving the way your mouth opened and eyes widened at the sensation of him filling you whole. Rafe was addicted to your reactions as he fucked and pleasured you, he knew full damn well that he was the only one who could make you feel this way, that one else would compare. Because he felt the same when you did too, neither planning to admit their want for the other because of being on opposing sides. You both moan as he begins thrusting slowly, to begin with, so you could get used to his size.

As Rafe began to thrust harder, hitting your g-spot all over again, pushing you to the edge already. "That's it baby, cum all over my cock. Come for me, now." Rafe commanded with a groan, your clenching overwhelming him with pleasure that he could have cum then and there but was determined to show you who you belonged to once and for all. You gasp and screamed as you threw your head back and closed your eyes as the pleasure overtook your body, until you exploded in euphoric bliss. Rafe fucked you through your orgasm, not letting up for a second, determined to prolong your pleasure as long as possible. Even when you came down from your high, Rafe didn't give you a moment to recover as he put you on all fours and re-entered you.

You scream in pleasure, the pain and pleasure of being overstimulated too good. The new angle brought a whole new level of pleasurable sensations that tingled through your body, his cock hitting deeper inside you. You stuff your mouth into the pillow to quiet your screams and loud moans, in case someone walked past outside or your neighbours got annoyed. But Rafe didn't seem to like that and pulled your head back so you couldn't cover your mouth and purposely slam into you roughly so you would scream loudly. "Do not be quiet, everyone needs to know who's making you feel so good," Rafe demanded, his palm colliding with the plump skin of your asscheek, causing you to whimper. Another slap was placed against the other cheek harshly, heightening the feeling of him fucking you deeply to a whole new level.

You could feel yourself getting close again, breathless moans escaping you as you clenched around his cock. "That's it, baby, cum around my cock again." You could feel the stuttering of his hips, letting you know he was close too. Rafe's fingers reached around and rubbed quick circles on your clit as he continued to fuck you harshly. You came so hard that you saw stars in your visions, moans and screams ripping from you. Rafe followed quickly behind you, moaning loudly as he emptied himself inside your pussy, fucking you both through your highs until neither could anymore. Rafe collapsed next to you on the bed, both laying still as you both try to catch your breaths. You lay on your stomach, eyes closed with exhaustion, feeling the gentle tingles of Rafe's fingers tracing patterns on your back. Opening your eyes slowly you catch Rafe smiling as he stares at you, something that was rare to find with him, but at that moment, you smile back thankfully.

[allieslobster]

UNPOPULAR OPINION: Mike isn’t as bad at communicating as people claim him to be.

(This is copy and pasted from what I wrote on Reddit and I wanted to share it here, it’s super long btw)

NOW I KNOW IT’S A BIT CRAZY!!! But in all honesty, I think he isn’t the BEST at communicating but bro definitely isn’t the WORST, either. I don’t know, watching season one and two and even season four kind of make me be like “oh it’s really not that bad.” The only season where he was really bad to be in his communication was season three. I’ll go more into him in each season.

Season one: I think Mike was actually very expressive this season, probably the best his communication skills have been. When Will first went missing, we could really see his frustration because no one else really seemed to care as much as he did, and he verbally expressed that. “I’m the only one who cares about Will!” He got the point across and expressed what he was feeling, he made it known to the party that he wasn’t giving up, and then he allowed himself to cry to his mom when he thought Will’s body was found.

Season two: Season two Mike was very similar to season one Mike, he always made an effort to contribute to the conversation on how to help Will. The only time he really lacked cohesion in his skills was when Max was introduced, and the mention of El was brought up. Of course, I have to mention the shed scene where he literally saved Will, confessing how the day they met was the best day of his life and he truly meant it. He didn’t have any problem communicating that? He wasn’t shy expressing that in front of Joyce, Jonathan, or Hopper. He was emotional and expressed his frustration and sadness by hitting Hopper when he found out he was hiding El all this time. So, where does it all go wrong? Where does this stigma around his character come into play? WELL…

Season three: yikes. Season three Mike may just be the worst yet. Don’t worry, as someone who relates to Mike I’m not gonna shit on it. So, yeah…where did it go wrong? Mike is changing. He’s growing up, his relationship his growing up with him. This is the season where his expression begins to diminish, we can literally just see this husk of who he used to be. I think this season was a depressing arch for Mike. I believe this is the season people labeled Mike as like, the boy who can’t communicate. Which makes so much sense, he’s lying to the people he loves, yelling at them, ignoring them in a way that’s just kind of cruel. I think it’s interesting, the shift in him between season three to season four but I’ll get into that later. The way he speaks to Will is nothing like before. When we’re angry, we usually say things that we don’t mean. Projection. “It’s not my fault you don’t like girls!” Well! There was such a dark way in which he said it, like what was the need? The need was for him to get it off his OWN chest. It really had everything to do with himself, as well as Will. He’s never been so harsh to his best friend before, the boy who he used to comfort. The way he communicated his feelings was unhealthy, and harsh unlike the way he expressed them before. Anytime Mike had an outburst in past seasons, it was out of passion. (His family not caring for Will and him defending Will, Hopper lying to him, bullies picking on him) it was never out of angry, it was usually out of protectiveness. Then we get to the lying, him not caring to apologize to El or go after her in the same way he does to Will. Back to the communication, he hugs his mom at the end of the season but he almost looks numb, like he’s given up. There’s a reason for that.

Season four: I don’t really care what anyone says I will forever defend season four mike. He seems a little lost at the beginning and that’s because he is. He’s gone a year without his girlfriend, without his best friend. He’s had a lot of time to grow and reflect on who he is and we can slowly see him finding himself once again. He’s back into D&D (which he left behind in season three) and he’s come to the realization that he really doesn’t care if he’s popular in school, probably preferring to stay under the radar. We see our first communication problem at the airport, “from, mike.” We all know “from” is the devil’s word in El’s eyes. As well as that half assed hug he granted Will. It could be out of frustration from Will not contacting as much as he liked, or the fact that he was trying to hide something from himself that a passionate hug would only bring out. I’m not sure, either way both of those are rooted in strong feelings towards Will. Mike and El argue, he refuses to tell her he loves her. And while this can be chopped up to, “he has communication issues and is scared of rejection” okay let’s be so for real. Mike and Eleven have been together for over a year, El has verbally gave him that confirmation, so what’s missing? Mike is so action oriented, he needs to feel needed. El does not do that for him, I mean some people really just show their love through actions. Mike is not scared of communicating, putting himself out there. He has done it countless of times with Will. During this season, we see him go OUT of his way to apologize, telling him how much he missed him and how things have been so different without him. I don’t understand why he couldn’t have done that for El when she clearly needed it. Will grants Mike that security, I mean yeah in retrospect he’s scared of rejection but at the same time I don’t think it’s that simple. I don’t think he’s scared of rejection, I think he’s scared of coming to terms with the fact that he may just be lying to Eleven. Mike is not himself with her, he neglects his friends, dresses out of the ordinary, blames her. It’s as if it all circles back to Will, the difference in treatment and I think that will play a part in season five. I think that mike and el will realize that of course they love each other, but can’t be what they need.

Mike works on action, he SHOWS his love. He’s given her gifts, he’s been attentive to her when she’s struggling and at least tries to express how much he CARES for her. Eleven needs more, she needs an expressive person. Him not being verbally expressive with her does not mean he’s bad at communication. We all aren’t perfect, so saying he’s bad at communicating I don’t think is very fair. He just expresses his love in a way that I don’t think Eleven wants. And that’s okay. I truly don’t think he’s putting his all into the relationship, anyways. In his own words: “I kind of did like a sort of 70-30 split thing.” He gives more to Will, and I know it’s really unfair to Eleven but I don’t think Mike is doing it intentionally. Just when we’re attracted to someone, in love with them, it’s so easy to unknowingly treat them with a higher regard intentionally or not.

I really do think season three he was attempting his best to be as “normal” as possible, leading to his emotions to bottle up in a way they never did before. Season four, with time away from Will and Eleven, he begins to settle into himself just a little bit more and that leads to his willingness to rekindle with Will when they have some alone time. He communicates with Will, telling him he will be there for him no matter what despite the struggle. I think people often confuse his unintentional refusal to be completely open with himself and Eleven in their own relationship as him just not being able to communicate at all. I hope all of this made sense, i probably rambled way more than I should have…

[startheskelaton]

Hello there! I came across your Kaiju school content on Tiktok. But, I decided to ask this in your Tumblr instead!

Are you okay with fanart of your Kaiju school content? Are you also okay with others possibly making OCs for your Kaiju school AU?? (I'm very new to your content. So, I apologize if I may have labeled it incorrectly or if you've already addressed this before. I really love your Kaiju school designs and your artstyle! I just wanted to ask <:'D)

Hi!! I’m completely fine with you making art of my AU that’s really sweet of you! And you can draw your own oc’s to the AU, but I probably won’t add them in. So if you’re okay with that then go ahead!!

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[matchaxberries]

Always nice to see new blogs around! Could you write reader x Genji spending a day at the arcade together and how it would go :D

A Steady Hand

Genji (Overwatch) x Gn!Reader

One-shot, requested, SFW

Summary: Genji and (y/n) take a small trip to the arcade. (Y/n) spots a claw machine and is determined to get a certain stuffed toy. Genji, finds this endearing, after directing their attention to a few other games for some time, they go to get the plush. (Y/n), not succeeding in getting a good angle for the claw, Genji offers a steady hand to help.

Warnings: Romantic intentions, some nicknames used for reader, Genji might be a bit ooc.

(A/N) Genji is one of my top favorite Overwatch characters. Thank you for the request :3 I haven’t written something in some time, so I hope it is good! If I misspell something or make a mistake I’m sorry 3:

Loud noises of various games fill the dimly lit room, purple lighting making it almost difficult to see. Two hands intertwined, exploring the room as their eyes adjust, “Genji! Look over there, look at the claw machines!” a voice calls out, which just so happens to be from the hand he’s holding. Letting his eyes wander the rest of the room for a quick second, Genji then gives a glance to the side. Against the wall, there’s a row of machines with bright colors and a variety of goodies behind their glass exterior. “I see them, yes.” He feels himself get pulled towards them, in the middle of his sentence. With a small sigh, he allows it to happen, and makes sure to keep his grip on his partner’s hand a bit firmer, just in case he somehow gets lost. Or maybe it’s his excuse to hold them tighter, (y/n) wouldn’t know as they’re distracted with the cute stuffed animals. (Y/n) presses against the glass, pointing to a green dragon plush, about the size of a regular teddy bear. “I want that one!” They exclaim, turning to Genji holding their free hand out. “Tokens please!” They demand, eyes locked onto Genji’s, determined for this dragon plush. “(Y/n), we just got here, we should play some other games first.” As soon as the words meet their ears, a pout forms on their face, as they turn away back to the glass with a huff. “I want it.” Genji sighs, pulling them back from the glass. “Let’s go to the other games, maybe they have a bigger version of it.” This obviously is quite the persuasion, because (y/n)’s pout disappears, and instead becomes a bright smile. Genji takes this as his time to lead them away, before they take a look inside the other machines.

Genji places his hands lightly on (y/n)’s shoulder, “You got this, love!” He encourages, as (y/n) plays a simple shooting game. The big screen in front of them projects a little ship at the bottom, which is controlled by the toy gun placed at (y/n)‘s hands. A random variety of ships and aliens appears above their own ship for them to shoot at. The game labeled, Space Invaders. On a big plastic board at the very top of the projected screen. The noise of pews and beeps from the game fills the ears of the pair. “I wish you could of played with me, it sucks bad that the other gun is broken.” (Y/n) says, to keep conversation while they play, and as they try to beat the high score of the machine. “I know, it’s unfortunate. But I think watching you play is fun too, you look cute when you’re concentrating on it.” Genji casually flirts, his grip on their shoulders only so slightly tightening as he says so. “Genji...” They let out a pout, “Quit, I’m trying to beat this…” They focus their attention back at the screen, the beeping getting louder, as they advance to the end. “I did it!” They let their hands off the gun, standing up striking some kind of victory pose. Genji let’s out a low chuckle, looking at them standing there. He runs his fingers through his own hair, which is slicked back by a small grey headband. “Alright, since we played a few games we should go back to the claw machines for your dragon. Wouldn’t want to run out of tokens before you can at least try.”

The couple makes their way back to the machine, hand in hand. “Okay! I can do this.” (Y/n) confidently states, slipping three tokens into the machine. The song comes on in an instant, giving three beeps as the claw comes out of its original spot. Genji’s hands rested on their head, lightly playing with their hair as they both intensely watch the machine, (y/n)‘s hands sit on the joystick, leaning it around trying to center on the dragon that has their heart. They press on the red button, convinced it’s a good placement. The claws go down, just so barely brushing the sides of the dragon, curling back up, and moving back to its original post. “Try again, we have plenty of tokens left.” Genji quickly suggests, hoping his lover won’t get too down from the first attempt, and first fail. (Y/n) gives a nod, slipping another three tokens in the machine, going to try again.

A loud sigh escapes (y/n)’s lips. “I’ve tried, over twenty times now!” They loudly proclaim, turning to look at Genji. “The machine, is obviously broken.” They conclude, crossing their arms. Genji let’s a small hum escape his lips, “I don’t think it’s broken.” He slips three more tokens in, turning (y/n) back around to the machine. He takes their hand in his, leading it to the joystick. He keeps his own hand on theirs, helping guide them. “All you need to do is keep a steady hand, darling.” He continues to lightly press the joystick around, leading his partner to a perfect spot above the green dragon. He taps his partners hand with his thumb, letting them know to press the red button. (Y/n) hesitates, but presses it quickly as to not run their time out. They state hopefully through the glass screen, muttering small pleas of hope. The dragon gets scooped up by the claw’s metal arms. Slowly going over to the drop box, they were so afraid it would fall from its arms for the hundredth time. But, it did not. The claw dropped it into the retrieval box. Genji smiles, and leans down to grab it for them, placing it in (y/n)’s hands. “See? Slow and steady.” He states to them, as they take the dragon. They hug it tightly, “Thank you Genji! You did it!” Genji hums at the praise, “you did it too, I just helped a bit.” (Y/n) wraps their arms around Genji, still holding the dragon with one arm. “I love you so much!” They rub their face into his arm that wrapped around their neck. “I love you, now let’s get home. We are going to go broke if you look in any of the other machines.” (Y/n) attempts to let go, to turn around, but Genji directs them forward, wrapping his arm over their shoulder with a smile, leading to the exit as (y/n) plays with the dragon in their arms.

Word Count: 1,065

Character Count: 5,815

(A/N 2) I hope this satisfies your request. If it isn’t to your taste, or you’d like something else too feel free to send in another request. If there’s any errors, let me know and I’ll correct them. If you have any suggestions too for my writing, don’t be afraid to suggest. It’s currently 4 AM while I’m writing this, but I hope it is still satisfactory to all of you readers.

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[raygirlramblings]

I need you to know that I have all the volumes of Black Jack and have been taking my time reading through them. Easily one of his most entertaining and engaging series because it combines something he studied extensively (medicine) with something he was always passionate about (comics and animation). And seeing more people talk about Tezuka's work gets me excited because this stuff is a niche within a niche depending on how mainstream you wanna label anime these days. So thanks for sharing some of the older IPs!

OH MY GOSH I love hearing from people who have discovered the wonderfulness that is Black Jack! He is absolutely my fave Tezuka character and probably one of my fave anime characters of all time

For real, where to even start with this guy. He's SO cool. His design, his attitude, his skills, his personality, he's just fantastic. And as you rightly say it's amazing how deep the books go into medical study (even if there is more than a little medical magic in there) showing off Tezuka's own knowledge. At the same time the manga is very cynical about the capitalism of medical care and how some organisations are built purely on profit. And on top of that you have a healthy dollop of Tezuka's love of the natural world and mankinds duty to care for it.

Black Jack is just such a wonderfully morally grey character. He is driven by revenge and can be exceedingly cruel to those he considers unworthy. But he is also willing to drive himself to the brink of death for those he believes are worth fighting for. If Black Jack wasn't some kind of author insert for Tezuka I'd be shocked (yes I know Tezuka appears as himself in BJ's manga but I can totally see Tezuka making BJ the doctor he always wanted to be ;D)

I'm so glad you're experiencing the series in the best way, through the original manga. My first exposure was the 1996 'Movie', which is so melodramatic and ridiculous and yet cemented my adoration for this character :D

What's your fave manga story so far? I love the one where Black Jack is called in to perform 'brain' surgery on a hospital medical super computer that believes it is human, or the one where we discover why Black Jack has a patch of discolored skin on his face, the one about the bullet trains, the one about the aliens, the one about the plane crash ghosts, Pinocco's origin story, gaaaah too many good stories XD

I just love this guy. He is perfect ♥ And I love Pinocco too. She is pure girl chaos and the perfect counterbalance to the very reserved and composed Dr XD

[tribrvd]

❝ I've been through hell and back but I've emerged STRONGER and more determined than ever. I won't let my past define me ; I'll create my own D E S T I N Y. ❞

✧.* { DANIELLE ROSE RUSSELL & SHE/HER & CIS WOMAN & 19/52 } Is that HOPE MIKAELSON? I’ve seen them hanging around town here and there, I’ve heard they can be pretty STUBBORN. How typical for a TRIBRID. I guess they must rely on their FIERCE side shining through.

CHARACTER STUDY.

NAME: Hope Andrea Mikaelson

BIRTHDAY: May 2nd, 2012

AGE: Forever 9teen / fifty-two

SPECIES: Tribrid (Werewolf, witch & vampire)

HOMETOWN: New Orleans, LA

CURRENT RESIDENCE: Mystic Falls, VA

FAMILY.

MOTHER: Hayley Marshall

FATHER: Klaus Mikaelson

STEP-FATHER: Jackson Kenner

GRANDPARENTS: Esther Mikaelson, Ansel, Mikael Mikaelson, Hayley's parents.

SIBLINGS: Marcel Gerard (Adopted brother)

UNCLES: Finn Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson, Kol Mikaelson, Henrik Mikaelson

AUNTS: Freya Mikaelson & Rebekah Mikaelson

HONORARY FAMILY: Davina Claire (Aunt), Keelin Malaraux (Aunt), Mary Dumas (Grandmother)

PERSONALITY.

LABEL: The Catalyst

POSITIVE TRAITS: Brave, ambitious, compassionate, determined.

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Guarded, impatient, impulsive, unpredictable.

FEARS: Not living up to her families expectations, losing the ones she loves.

AESTHETICS.

Uncertain paths, tears from laughter, spirited debates, never taking no for an answer, confidence that could kill, driving fast with the windows down and music loud, dancing in the rain, worn leather jackets, paint stained hands, blood stained hands, living up to be her families legacy, drunkenly dancing on tables, voice sweet as honey, saving everyone but herself, stargazing on the lawn, thunderstorms and combat boots, black lace, watercolors, a blank canvas, the smell of acrylic paint, fierce loyalty, late night runs in her wolf form, grimores full of rewritten spells, soft glow of candles.

ABOUT.

Hope's wiki can be found here, everything about her is canon until the end of the show.

Hope's entire life was flipped upside down when she lost her parents, and in losing her parents - she felt as if she lost her entire family. Immediate, and pack.

She never felt as if she belonged anywhere in the school, but that changed when Greyson showed up. Though he was older than her, she felt closer to her pack than she had before. Seeing Greyson also gave her the hope that there was still some Crescents around.

While he was at the school, Hope grew protective over him and the friendship budded between the two.

Try as she might, Hope ended up falling in love with Landon. As time went on, Hope learned that Landon was the son of the very thing that wanted her and every other supernatural creature dead. Landon was to be the vessel for Malivore.

Time went on it was revealed that the only one who could kill Malivore was Hope, with her tribrid blood. The problem was, Hope wasn't a full tribrid yet. With the help of her Aunt Freya, she became the full tribrid. She searched endlessly for ways to kill Malivore without killing Landon, but couldn't find any other way.

It came down to saving the supernatural world, or saving Landon. Hope knew she had to make the hard choice, so as she struck Landon/Malivore with the blade made of her blood, Hope turned her humanity off.

She was an absolute menace without her humanity.

When it wasn't one thing, it was another. The school was now dealing with a world ending God.

In the middle of dealing with the God's, Hope's humanity switched flipped back on just in time for the final battle.

She very hesitantly made a call to Greyson to see if he could come help, the more hands the better.

After the battle with Ken was won, the school celebrated in their victory as well as mourning the loss of those who've they lost.

Hope began to make a pack of her own in Mystic Falls, recruiting wayward wolves who had no pack, wolves who once had a pack but got hunted down, and when things finally settled down enough, Hope went back to New Orleans to visit the remaining crescents. She recruited them as well, blending the pack into one as she took her spot as alpha, making Greyson her second.

New Orleans still wasn't safe for the crescents after everything, so Hope suggested they move to Mystic Falls. When they did, Hope acquired a piece of land in Mystic Falls near the lake. Soon, she had small cabins and houses being built. A new home for the crescents.

One night, while Hope, Lizzie and Josie were all consoling each other over the loss of Alaric, Josie wished her dead could be brought back, and Hope agreed, wishing they were all back. Unknown to them a jini was eavesdropping.

The dead came back with a rush, then a slow trickle but still no Alaric. Reaching out to Landon, they came to the realization that Alaric was never in limbo.

Years went by, people went missing and according to Landon never showing up in limbo. They realized they were dealing with yet another new monster.

As the years went by, Hope grew closer to Greyson, the friendship between them blooming into something more. It scared Hope, because she didn't have the best luck when it came to that department, in one way or another they always ended up leaving. However, she wasn't always subtle about the way she felt for him.

Just when it seemed like they were both going to admit their feelings for each other, Greyson died.

Hope was never good at dealing with the death of those she cared for, so she held off on the Crescent's funeral for Greyson and magically preserved his body until she found a way to bring him back. Finding a way, Hope brought Greyson back and since then things have been different for them.

Doing her best to distract herself, Hope's been focusing on strengthening the Crescents, keeping them safe while the soul harvester was out and about, and trying to find a way to figure out what it was that was holding souls from crossing over.

[axofluff]

✩ Get to know Alex ✩

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➸ This post will let you know all the stuff you need to know about the author behind this post! Me! :D ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ ➸ I wanted to make an official one since my old one isn't to my style anymore ➸ If you still have any questions after this, feel free to ask me anything in my dm's or AMA! (づ˶•༝•˶)づ♡ Happy reading!

Hi there! I see you've stumbled across my tumblr page! (・ω・) ✦ My name is Alex and I'm a small writer here! I've been writing ever since I was 12. My grandma introduced me to books and ever since then I've always had my nose stuck in a novel about some mystical far away land. ✦ I mostly write oneshots and fanfics but I do have my own works which I sadly deleted or no longer continued as I wasn't happy with them (｡•́︿•̀｡). ✦ I started off on Wattpad with writing Twilight fanfic and I developed my basic writing skills from there. I may move my work over to a03 but I currently like Tumblr's UI and how I can link my stuff under one blog so it's easier for people to find my work. ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ✦ I am 19 as of writing this and I live in England in the UK! I speak only English, although I want to learn Italian at some point since I love the history and culture of the roman empire. It's been my special interest ever since I played Assassin's creed 2 back on my xbox 360.

✦ I am autistic and I have ADHD so my attention span is less then a goldfish. I have a lot of special interests such as space, the paranormal and history. I also have a huge soft spot for aviation and the military, mostly because I am a huge fan of Top gun and ever since then I've been interested in jets. ✦ I've been in too many interests to honestly label at this point but my mains being; Call of Duty, Detroit: Become Human, Red Dead Redemption and Spiderman. I'm also a huge fan of the game Death stranding and Assassin's creed. I have also dabbled a bit in the Apex Legends fandom as I played a large chunk of the game last year. ✦ I have hobbies outside of writing such as going biking, walking, reading, sketching, arts and crafts and video games. I also love to play chess when I have the chance. ✦ I kin characters a lot, my main being Konig from CoD, Wattson from Apex Legends and Pavitr from Spiderman/ I tend to kin characters that share the same qualities as me. They also bring me a sense of comfort. ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✦ My music taste is currently a massive heap. I listen to all sorts but I'll label some of my favorite artists ✧˖*°࿐The Weeknd ✧˖*°࿐Childish Gambino ✧˖*°࿐ Kendrick Lamar ✧˖*°࿐ Twenty One Pilots ✧˖*°࿐Radiohead ✧˖*°࿐Slipknot ✧˖*°࿐The neighborhood ✧˖*°࿐Arctic Monkeys ✧˖*°࿐Lady Gaga ✧˖*°࿐NF ✧˖*°࿐Rammenstien ✧˖*°࿐AC/DC ✧˖*°࿐Porter Robinson ✧˖*°࿐Post Malone ✧˖*°࿐Coldplay ✧˖*°࿐Avicii You can find my spotify here to find all my music tastes and what not ৻( •̀ ᗜ •́ ৻) Some simple facts about me •⩊• ✩ Name(s): Alex/Tobias/ axofluff ✩ Birthday: 8th November 2003 ✩ Pronouns: All! ✩ Gender: Bigender trans masc but atm its just c o n f u s i o n, I'm still exploring who I am so this is most likely to change .

✩Favorite food: I love chinese takeout's, Pizza and Ramen ✩Favorite animals: I love cats, sharks and kangaroos

✩Favorite colour: Mint green ✩Favorite show: The dragon prince on Netflix ✩Favorite Song: United in grief by Kendrick Lamar ✩Favorite icecream: Mint chocolate chip

This may be updated in the future if I feel the need to add more to the blog! Thank you all for reading! "૮₍ ˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა Remember you are loved and stay hydrated and eat something today if you haven't already ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ MWA! Have a great rest of your day! <3

[cosmos-soso-happeh]

"If We Stopped Time Tonight, There'd Be No Goodbye"

HENLOOOOOO, I'M COSMOCORN! XD But just call meh Cosmo! ;3 *Throws fork @ u*

☆ Q ☆ "Who tf r u?" ☆ A ☆ Glad u asked! Henlo, I'm UniCosmicCometCorn also known as Cosmocorn A L S O known as Cosmo! XD I'm just another meddling teen 2 add 2 the already giant pile of meddling teens on here XD Introductions r BORING so I'll just tell u what u need 2 know: 1. I'm a Christian, remember; If Jesus can love me even after I sunk the Titanic Had absolutely nothing to do with the sinking of the Titanic, he can love u no matter what! :D 2. RLLY a meddling teen, not 4 long but... A meddling teen nonetheless :P 3. Label me whatever u want, "scene kid", "emo kid", "goth", I rlly don't care T_T XD 4. I'm 2 random 4 my own good x_x Speaking of which, u bore me >.> *KICKS U INTO A HOLE* DIS IS SPARTAAAAA!!!

☆ Q ☆ "How about the nerd shit?" ☆ A ☆ Fiiiine, we can talk about the nerd shit T.T

On the topic of fandoms; I'm quite fond of dEEZ SWEET DEALS U CAN GET 4 THREE EASY PAYMENTS OF 999.99: FNaF is like my FAVORITE THING in the... YA- O.o Springtrap is easily my fav animatronic, has been for years! XD I rlly liek Creepypasta too, my favs Ben Drowned ;3, MLP:FiM is GR8! Especially season 9! I won't spoil it tho~ ;3, Invader Zim is easily my favorite TV show, I quote Gir a bit TOO much! XD, it's not reaaaaaaaaaally a fandom but u can tell by my Tumblr username that I rlly like SoSo Happy Monster XDD

More nerd shit about me... WELL, my only three hobbies r drawing, writing, and mass consuming media 2 get more ideas of things 2 write and draw XD Maybe I'll post some of my drawings or writings here... Or... Drawings AND writings?? WHOOF- NOW T H A T ' D BE A SWEET DEAL U CAN GET 4 THREE EASY PAYMENTS OF-

Ok, ya, I know what u RLLY came 4 so- Let's just- Drop T h e H o a r d XDD

One thing u NEED 2 know about me is that I am a TOTAL music nerd, ULTRA music nerd, I CONSTANTLY reference music XDD I like a lot of bands O.o 2 many T_T Likeeeee...

Breathe Carolina! MEH FAVORITE BAND! XDD Family Force 5 Watchout! There's Ghosts Nickasaur! 3OH!3 I Set My Friends on Fire Jeffree Star I typically don't like rap, but Dot Dot Curve somehow manages 2 make it sound SOOO GOOD >o< A cup full of crunk juice will make everyone hardcore two step, hardcore two step, hardcore two steeeep~ XD Same 4 some BrokeNCYDE, I love their album "The Broken" XD Falling In Reverse Sleeping W/ Sirens Pierce The Veil Attack Attack! S3RL A good few BOTDF songs XD I don't like their pervy songs T.T But their songs like PLUR and Death To Your Heart r SOOO GOOD! XD Oh ya... Oooo *Waves hands like a ghost* I'm problematic, woooo... My Chemical Romance, who dosen't? XD Amy Can Flyyy The Medic Droid Forever The Sickest Kids The Ready Set Breathe Electric Set It Off Hellogoodbye Paramore Ghost Town (This is getting long...) Caravan Palace Avril Lavigne Your Favorite Martian Send Request Cobra Starship Hurry! Lets Go! Teen Hearts

And probably much much MUCH more I'm just 4getting XDD

Always feel free 2 recommend me moar bands 2 check out >3>

☆ Q ☆ "Well, am I allowed 2 be here or not!? Drop the DNI already, bIIIITCH-" ☆ A ☆ Well, bIIIITCH- Ya uh- *Scratches back of neck awkwardly* The thing is... *Pulls on sweaty collar* ... I don't have one... wHoOpS-

No, but srsly, I never got the idea of coming into a public platform and... Restricting public access- Eugh- >_> So I don't have one, any1 can come, even if u eat puppies! u^u (I should add though: I would encourage u 2 STOP eating puppies '>.> XD)

As 4 UR hypothetical DNI list, if ur looking through this blog 2 see if I fit it or not, let me make it easy 4 u 2 avoid heartbreak, tears, and long conversations about life on rooftops: Since the terms on a majority of DNI lists barely have meaning anymore, just assume I fit every "ist", "ism", and "phobe" you can think of (Even though I don't... Or I do, idk, no1 knows what these words mean anymore! XD) and if that bothers u then I WON'T hold u hostage this time! (I've been improving!) and u can leave, if it dosen't... Give me your hand. *Gets out ritual knife-* IT IS TIME 4 THE BLOOD PACT, BROTHA

Soooo, yee! Enjoy ur stay @ my blog, and DON'T talk 2 the clown in the corner

He's uh... O.o

He's not friendly... >.>

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꒰⠀⠀⠀⠀seo changbin.   twenty-four.   cis male.   he/him.⠀⠀⠀⠀꒱        hold your f*** horses !   greyson hwang   has just been spotted walking into revolution headquarters. they are best known for being the label’s resident   front desk worker   and have been working with the label for   three years.    they share a lot of interesting things about life in the music industry on their social media, so make sure you don’t forget to follow them at   @greyskiies.  the office knows them for being   heedless   but i swear they’ve got a   tenacious   side as well. maybe that explains why they’re always associated with   a sleepless night accompanied by the soft glow of the bedside lamp,  black ink stained notes scribbled onto tanned skin,  headphones at the ready as they dangle around your neck.   their coworkers even voted them most likely to   sneak into a recording studio.   we’ll see how they live up to that reputation.

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father left when he was pretty young, raised entirely by his mother. he’s quite close to her and his older sister. all in all he had a decent childhood filled with happiness and love despite his father’s absence. 

discovered his love for music at a pretty early age, he was always just a musical kid. as he grew into his teens, he got into producing and composing his own songs. he dreamed of one day becoming a singer or a hit producer. 

alas though !  dreams don’t always come true. greyson’s certainly didn’t. thus he’s ended up working as a measly front desk worker at revolution records, while he dreams of becoming more.

makes a habit of sneaking into the recording rooms to use company equipment. he often sends songs to his mom, having told her when she moved away from new york that he was a recording artist.

basically, he didn’t achieve his dreams, his family all grew and moved on from the city, and he’s lying to them about being successful. all while working at the place he dreams of, just in a different sense.

in terms of personality, he's obviously very persistent. he doesn't give up easily and is headstrong in that way. he's not easily embarrassed at all.  " heedless "  is a great way to describe him as it’s basically to say he doesn't care to draw attention to himself good or bad, he just does and says what he wants. 

he isn't mean or an asshole by any means, he’s definitely more soft hearted but not excessively kind. he won’t let people walk all over him, and will stand up for himself and for others. still, he’s more gentle than anything else.

you can find greyson’s stats HERE and some wanted connections HERE  !!  please feel free to hmu in ims or on d*sc0rd for plots  !!  thanks for coming to my ted talk <3  

[zalrb]

BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS FOR DAYS

"He understood the vampiric urge to stalk, to hunt, the thrill of it, but truthfully, Stefan didn't have to stalk prey, didn't have to seek out game, he could draw them to him simply by sitting at the bar. Now that he was free from the burden of his conscience and all of the hangups and anxieties that came with it, he could be honest with himself: he had an effect on women. A thrall. And that was all he needed. When he didn't shirk from it or ignore it, he was irresistible. He could feel the attention, the eyes on him, the curiosity, it was only a matter of time before someone made the unfortunate mistake of making a move on him."

LOVING STEFANS CONFIDENCE. and his acknowledgment of basic facts

"You doing Damon's little trick?" Stefan assumed character and started waggling his eyebrows. "'Find the weak one and separate them from the herd'." He snorted into his glass as he took a drink.

LMFAO stefan mocking damons very existence is one of my favorite things you write about

"Stefan's eyes flashed, amused. "Look at you, sticking up for your Sire."

LOL when elena runs her mouth stefan finishes the race

"Oh, are you two not into labels?" Stefan raised his eyebrows. "My mistake."

LMFAO hes so effortlessly provocative and shady, its giving mariah carey

"About fifty percent."

"That's how certain I am that you would literally die from shock if I told you that not everything is about you."

LMFAO I AM DYING.

stefan choosing violence every other sentence is gonna be the cause of my inevitable blatter issues

Elena rolled her eyes. "This isn’t vanity. You moved here and at nearly two hundred years old, enrolled in high school just to be with me. I was your whole fucking world."

“What can I say, I'm a new man now,” said Stefan. “My world expanded."

HWKSHSJSJSJS i cant. im feeling stefan way too much in this fanfic. hes gives zero fucks. thats me when im wasted. and i am LIVING for no humanity stelena banter. its too good 🤣🤣🤣👏👏👏

"Elena, you're out of your depth. Just add another streak to your hair and call it a day.”

LMFAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stefan looked at her intently and she felt something within her begin to shift. Since her emotions switched off, she felt the urges that came naturally to any vampire with a clarity that was usually muddled with remorse and regret but what Stefan stirred now, what that knowing look, that glint in his eye roused within her, it was something even darker than that, something primal, something almost ... inspired. He leaned forward and Elena found herself leaning forward with him, hungry and curious, almost panting with the desire to know…

"I'm not going to tell you."

He smiled. She hated him.

LMFAO!!!!!!!! D Y I N G. i can tell what inspired this part specifically. youre a fucking genius 🤣🤣🤣👏👏👏

LMAO. No humanity Stelena banter was really fun and funny to do partly because I was exploring what they would sound like with each other without humanity but also because it all actually stems from the fact that they're preoccupied with each other. Elena only wants him to go because he makes her feel things and Stefan, in his own non humanity way, is flirting but also goading her, needling her

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I posted 3,379 times in 2022

62 posts created (2%)

3,317 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@heroofthreefaces

@lesbianacemcshane

@natequarter

@lightning-in-your-teeth

@trailmixtime

I tagged 3,204 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#described - 1,848 posts

#art - 979 posts

#doctor who - 824 posts

#fanart - 816 posts

#plain text - 621 posts

#star trek - 522 posts

#new who - 481 posts

#gifset - 269 posts

#funny - 246 posts

#classic who - 204 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#who is much better at piloting than their past incarnations and won’t drop me into the middle of an unexpected life threatening situation

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Doctor Who (Big Finish Audio) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Liv Chenka/Helen Sinclair, Tania Bell/Liv Chenka, Tania Bell/Liv Chenka/Helen Sinclair, Tania Bell & Helen Sinclair Characters: Tania Bell, Liv Chenka, Helen Sinclair Additional Tags: Polyamory, Fluff, V Polyamory, Poly V, Compersion, Audio Series: Stranded (Doctor Who), Stranded, Polyshipping Week 2022, Polyshipping Week Series: Part 1 of PolyShipping week 2022 Summary:

Liv and Helen have had a date. Tania wants to know how it went.

@polyshipweek @polyamships

3 notes - Posted March 8, 2022

#4

[image description: a handwritten chart of various characters from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, with lines describing the relationships between. The graph is centered on Kira. Starting from the top and going clockwise, they go: Kira and Jadzia are friends with benefits, Jadzia and Worf are married. Kira is in love with Ben, and Ben is married to Kassidy. Kira used to date Bareil. Kira used to date Shakaar. Kira is dating Odo, and Odo is in love with Quark (Odo refuses to admit it). Kira is in love with Keiko and Miles, who are married. Miles has “(elipsis) something” with Julian, who is in love with Garak. Julian used to date Leeta, who is married to Rom. Julian and Ezri are connected with a line that reads “(note 1)”. Note one is at the bottom of the image and reads “Note 1: canonically dated, but I think that Ezri confused platonic & sexual feelings for Julian w/ romantic ones”. Ezri and Worf’s relationship is labeled “complex”. Off to the side, Jake and Nog’s relationship is labeled as QPR. End description].

For the @polyshipweek​ prompt “Mapping the polycule”, my version of the DS9 polycule! I’ll probably re-do it later when I have better access to chart-making software than Markup on my iPad but otherwise I’m fairly satisfied. Otherwise the only other note I have is that apparently between canon and the people I ship Kira with she has a LOT (“lot” in all caps”) of partners.

@polyamships

4 notes - Posted March 15, 2022

#3

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Doctor Who & Related Fandoms, Doctor Who (2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness/Rose Tyler, Ninth Doctor/Jack Harkness/Rose Tyler Characters: Rose Tyler, Ninth Doctor (Doctor Who), Jack Harkness Additional Tags: POV Rose Tyler, Rose Tyler Centric, Polyamory, polyamships' Polyam Shipping Days, Earth, Overview Effect, I don’t think this is fluff but it’s def. soft, soft, Community: 100ships, Community: genprompt_bingo Series: Part 4 of Gen Prompt Bingo round 21, Part 1 of 100Ships fills Summary:

Rose stepped out and gaped. Below her was the Earth, floating in space. She’d seen the Earth floating in space before, of course, but back then it was sick and dying and ready to be consumed by the sun. This Earth was the one she knew, the one that she had called home for her whole life.

@polyamships @doctorjackrose

5 notes - Posted April 15, 2022

#2

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Arthur King of Time and Space (webcomic), Arthurian Mythology & Related Fandoms Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Isolde/Tristram (Arthur King of Time and Space), Isolde the Fair/Tristan (Arthurian) Characters: Isolde (Arthur King of Time and Space), Tristram (Arthur King of Time and Space), Isolde the Fair, Tristan (Arthurian) Additional Tags: Modern Arc (Arthur King of Time and Space), Irony, a bit ooc i think, Femslash, Femslash February, Dialogue Heavy, Reincarnation Series: Part 9 of Femslash February 2022 Summary:

Isolde and Tristram discuss reincarnation

7 notes - Posted February 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I will be traveling and with limited internet access from the 13th through the 23rd. During that time I will be unable to respond to any messages or asks that you send me. I’ll still be posting via the queue, but possibly at a lower rate than normal. Also, descriptions for stuff that I post during them are likely to be less detailed.

Here’s a link to my about and DNI, as this post will replace that as my pinned while I’m traveling:

Link

7 notes - Posted June 10, 2022

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