jog grey


“Harry?”, you could hear the hint of panic in your own voice.

You scrambled to grab your phone off the coffee table and turned on the built-in flashlight. The darkness lit up, glinting eerily off the every shiny surface around the room.

Then there was a sound, a rustling and a creaking. You bit your lip, trying your hardest to stay calm, but the light dancing around the room told you that your hand was shaking.

The floorboards creaked and in the next moment another bright light came into the room. You gave a little shriek.

“Geez, babe, calm down! It’s just me.”, Harry’s voice came from behind the light.

As he lowered his phone, you could see him more clearly. He was wearing a black sweater and grey jogging pants. He looked super comfy and totally relaxed.

“I’m sorry, but the lights flickered weirdly and then went out and I just panicked.”, you told him, sinking back down onto the couch.

Harry smiled and came over. He sat next to you, put an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side.

“It’s okay. I’m here, I’ll protect you.”

And even though you had never felt like you needed protection, his words calmed you down.

You sighed. “So what now?”

“Well, first of all, to save phone battery, amongst other things, I think we should light some candles.”

You grinned. If there was one thing Harry loved more than you it was probably candles. He was obsessed. So it was no wonder that there was a drawer full of them in the sideboard by the window. Harry got some out and started setting them up around the room. You followed with a lighter. In a matter of seconds your living room was lit up by an orange flickering light. It was lovely. Though you had to crack a window in fear of suffocating.

When you sat back down on the couch, you smiled, looking around the room.

“It’s kinda romantic.”, you said.

Harry’s smile was brilliant.

“Yeah, it is.”

And he leaned down to press his lips softly to yours. Enjoying the moment, you twisted your hands into his hair and deepened the kiss. He hadn’t been home long and you two hadn’t gotten as much alone time as you’d hoped. So this was actually nice and seemingly a stroke of fate. If the power hadn’t gone out, Harry would currently be on a Skype call with his manager in LA.

His fingers trailed down your back as he carefully laid you down on the couch. His lips ghosted across your jawline, sending little sparks of electricity through your body. The irony wasn’t lost on you. Heat rose beneath your skin. You had been together for a while, so it always surprised you that things still felt like the first time. You clawed at him to get him closer, needing his skin on yours, giving you that pleasant feeling of every single nerve end in your body standing on edge, sparking whenever skin touched skin. He moaned against your collarbone, making his way down your body. Every kiss licked at your skin like a flame. His touch, his smell, his everything consumed your mind. All you could see was Harry. Green eyes looking up at you. The flickering light was throwing strange shadows across his pupils, making him look like a predator hypnotizing his prey into a false sense of security before pouncing. He stopped for a moment, just to look at you, checking if you were enjoying this, if there was any trace of fear left in you. There wasn’t. The moment his lips touched your bare stomach, your head tilted back and you gave a low groan. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, locking him in. So he came back up, kissing your mouth, blowing on the embers that were sizzling beneath your skin.

“I think I’m starting to enjoy this blackout.”, you muttered against his neck.

Harry laughed throatily, his mouth right by your ear. The sound shook you to the bone.

Both of your clothes were on the floor. Every inch of your skin was covered by him, at least that’s what it felt like. Harry was everywhere and still it wasn’t enough. Your nails dug into his skin, making him moan loudly, as you two moved together. The city might have been dark at that moment, but your world was aflame. Stars exploded behind your eyes like fireworks. You and Harry were turning into a Supernova, ready to destroy everything around you in a fiery storm.

You were half aware that you were screaming his name and a tiny voice, way in the back of your head, mocked you for it - like he didn’t know his name - but you didn’t care. There was a thumping and the sound of waves in your ears and your eyes were filled with brown swirls on green fields, flecked with gold burst and thousands of raspberries. Harry had turned into the masterful piece of art he already was.

Slowly your heart rate went down, the waves in your ears ebbed out and your vision became clearer again. Harry was lying on your chest, breathing hard, brown hair sticking to his temples, eyes closed with long lashes laying softly against his cheeks. The candle light made him look like a Roman cherub, perfectly sculpted out of a smooth slap of marble. You caressed his cheek. His eyes flew open, brilliant green orbs looking up at you.

And in that moment the lights came back on, way too bright, stinging your eyes. You flinched, turning your head into the cushions.

Harry chuckled. “Aaaand… back to reality.”

You smiled down at him. “Yeah, that was a nice moment though. In the dark. It feels like we stole it, like it was just ours.”, you bent down, catching his lips in a soft kiss, “Our little secret.”

Of course, a few months later that secret wasn’t so secret anymore…but that’s a different story.

MASTERLIST  - Synonym4Life

 I just spent like 1 and a half hour doing this. I wanted to have all my stuff in one spot. These are just the pieces that are on AO3 as well as on Tumblr. A lot more of my short pieces can be found under the tag #SynonymWrites


A Hyperactive Fruit, a Nasty Neighbour and a Love Story     AO3                    Status: one-shot                                                                                                      Word count: 20k                                                                                                      Rating: NC-17                                                                                                          Summary:  Potter’s pet Niffler is wreaking havoc in Godric’s Hollow and Draco, the Assistant Head to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, is the one that has to deal with it. Repeatedly. The fact that Potter keeps coming to Draco’s office in grey jogging bottoms - repeatedly - does in no way help the matter.                                                                                                Tags: Humour, Joggers, Magical Creature, Fluff, Domestic fluff

Heart Issues of the Non-Medical Sort         AO3
Word Count: 15,3k
Rating: NC-17 
Summary: Harry’s heart has been behaving strangely around his fellow Auror Trainee Draco Malfoy and it’s time he admitted to himself that his issues are of the non-medical sort. Features a semi-sentient coffee maker and a whole lot of tension.
Tags: Soft, Lighthearted, Almost Angst-Free, Humorous, a lot of pining and UST

In Order to Heal                                             AO3 | Tumblr
Word count: 1,8k
Rating: Mature
Summary: In order to heal one must first let themselves hurt. Deals with the 1st of May, a day before the commemoration of the Battle of Hogwarts two years after the war.
Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, optimistic ending


(un)bending                                                    AO3 | Tumblr
Word count: 1,9k

Rating: NC-17 (I mean, I said smut didn’t I)
Summary: Harry Potter doesn’t bend over for anyone. Except for Draco Malfoy.
Tags: shameless porn, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, D/s undertones (really slight), Bottom Harry, Top Draco Malfoy

“Happy birthday, Draco!” Harry mumbled against his ass.     AO3 | Tumblr
Word count: 1,4k
Rating: NC-17
Summary: I believe the title and the tags are quite self-explanatory. Draco had earned some NSFW for his birthday, and Harry just happens to prefer his ass over birthday cake.
Tags: Light Choking, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Choking, Coming Untouched, well…in fact coming solely from fingers in his arse

no holding back                                                      AO3 | Tumblr
Word count: 1,1k
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The thing that Draco liked about Potter was that he didn’t have to hold back.
(Literally just wanted to write Harry choking on Draco’s dick and loving it)
Tags: Blow Jobs, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Harry choking on Draco’s dick - mind the word choking if it makes you uncomfortable


Only Love Can Hurt Like This                                  AO3 | Tumblr
Word count: 412
Rating: Teen and up
Summary: I can’t stand this cold from you. Not when you’re the one who warms me when the rest of the world is freezing.
Tags: Angst, Hogwarts AU

Domestic Drarry - drabble collection                   AO3 
Word count: depends on the drabble, together: 3,6k
Rating: Mature? In any case, no sex, but some strong language.
Summary: Some drabbles and ficlets of Harry and Draco being silly. I guarantee a laugh or two and a healthy dose of sap :)
Tags: Bimbo the owlet, Domestic Fluff, Domestic, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Established Relationship
Comprises drabbles:
1. The Insulting Mug      AO3 | Tumblr
2. Draco and the Offending Toaster  AO3 | Tumblr                                               3. Draco Malfoy and the Erratic Blender AO3 | Tumblr
4. Morning AO3 | Tumblr
5. HEEEY, HEEEY BABY (HU, HA!) AO3 | Tumblr
6. Bimbo the Owlet   AO3 | Tumblr

Like It Like That                                      AO3 | Tumblr
Word count: 300
Rating: Mature
Summary: Even a broken love deserves its show.
Tags: Angst, Unhealthy Relationships, broken love

Right Here With Me                                  AO3 | Tumblr
Word count: 430
Rating: Mature
Summary: Harry turns off the light. Draco is having none of that. No escaping from here and now.
Tags: Angst, and sort of Fluff too?, Hurt/Comfort, Self-Esteem Issues

As stated above, check the #SynonymWrites for more. Oh, also, if any link doesn’t work or if I’ve mixed them up, please tell me!

ID #30028

Name: Yasmin
Age: 19
Country: US

Hi, my name is yasmin. I just finished my first of college, and it was pretty awesome. I like going on walks in nature and even though I’m not much of a sporty person, I like to jog when I’m stressed. I don’t have a favorite show but some of the things I watch include Scandal, Greys Anatomy, Criminal Minds. basically anything with intense plot twists or slightly educational. I’m currently getting ready for Ramadan as I’m Muslim.

Writing long letters to each other sounds really cool but I’m also down to do online communication too (we can even send each other memes!). I want a pen pal so I could get a feel for what’s it like to know someone I might’ve never met if it weren’t for the internet. I like to say I’m pretty good at giving advice so I’m okay with someone sharing their life dilemmas with me. I prefer people around my age 18-21.

Preferences: 18-21

Don’t Look Behind You - Part 3

Part one  / Part two 

Summary: Stiles saw you the first time when he was void and became insatiable of you. Even when Stiles was free from him, he still found himself pining over you and wanting you to be his.

Prompt belongs to the greatest @sincerelystiles

Pairing: Void!Stiles x Reader

Word count: 6777

A/N: Woot, woot surprise! Part 3 and also final part of this mini mini series that wasn’t supposed to be a series but oh well, here you go! I hope this part is okay, I worked on it all week whenever I had breaks and some time. Really. There’s no hot smut in this chapter and I’m sorry. I really don’t know about this chapter so maybe some feedbacks to help me cheer up? I have so much trouble writing recently it would light up my day… Also thanks to @maddie110201 who checked it and proofreaded it, you’re the best. This chapter got the inspiration from this song if you’re interested, and yes, some of the quote are lyrics from the song. Okay bye have a good reading!

Tags: @multilovee @rosecoloredshawn @iloveteenwolf24 @x-mitch-rapp-x @rememberstilinski @forevermieczyslaw @nerdyalienhybrid1987 @5sospoplikerock  @chloboww2001 @parislight (Tagged the ones interested in the two other parts sorry to bother if you’re not!)

Originally posted by assindeto-de-outono

Knock, knock

My hands came over my ears, staring at the front door from where I was hiding, behind the kitchen counter a little further, diagonally from the entrance, allowing me a good view from where I was.

“I know you can hear me, open up the door I only want to play a little…” His voice didn’t just ring on the other side of the door, the only barrier separating us, no. I could hear his voice in my head, feel it vibrate inside me and the bond that united us made it unbearable. Because the more his words resonated in me, the more they pierced my eardrums with their soft tone despite my hands placed on my ears, the more the desire to leave my hiding place, to open the door and let him take me became impossible to ignore.

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Title: A hyperactive fruit, a nasty neighbour and a love story

Author: synonym4life

Summary: Potter’s pet Niffler is wreaking havoc in Godric’s Hollow and Draco, the Assistant Head to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, is the one that has to deal with it. Repeatedly. The fact that Potter keeps coming to Draco’s office in grey jogging bottoms - repeatedly - does in no way help the matter.

Length: 20,154 words

Rating: Explicit

wuace  asked:

Jongin has been trying to put on a tie for almost an hour and he is too embarassed to ask his jagi for help ;)

Jongin still has an hour to prepare himself for the company meeting and another hour to drive to the office building. But for some reason, he’s already wasting half an hour fixing his tie in front of the mirror. A little frustrated, he groans and narrows his brows because after all this time he has been working in sales department of a car company, wearing countless of suits and different patterns of ties, still, he doesn’t know how to put on a tie properly. The only person who has saved him numerous times from struggling to put on a tie by himself is no other than his precious bestfriend, jagi, husband for life–Kim Kyungsoo. 

Ah, just thinking and mumbling the name has Jongin smiling like a fool. Kim Kyungsoo is such a nice name to hear indefinitely.

However, Jongin is too embarrassed and shy now to ask for help. It has been going on monthly, weekly, ever since they got married in the middle day of their birthdays that year and it’s already in the middle week of October and yet, Jongin still hasn’t learned the art of putting on a necktie.

Not just a little, but overly frustrated this time when he sees the time, Jongin removes the tie around his neck and convinces himself to disturb his husband instead, who is cooking in the kitchen.

But before he can step inside where the aroma of sweet crispy chicken being cooked can be smelled, he steps backwards when he sees his husband in a huge blue sweater and grey jogging pants plus his round black rimmed glasses, over a grey apron, swaying his hips while humming to a song Jongin knows very well–Gashina. Kyungsoo has been obsessed to that song lately that he even caught Kyungsoo dancing to the song one night while cooking dinner.

It’s not the swaying of Kyungsoo’s hips that has Jongin stalling by the threshold of the kitchen, but it’s because, he’s gripping the patterned necktie and contemplating whether to disturb, yet again, his husband to tie the necktie for him.

Jongin is old enough to know how to put it on and for sure, Kyungsoo will nag at him again to practice so he could learn because what if I m not around and you have to put on a tie? who would put a tie for you then? Kyungsoo would always tell him, but Jongin did try to watch tutorial videos of it online, but he has no will to do it, thinking that he loves it more whenever Kyungsoo puts it on him.

Deciding not to bother Kyungsoo, he turns on his heel, but seeing the time, he turns back to the direction of the kitchen and walks briskly inside and calls, “Kyungsoo–” he stops, however, when Kyungsoo lifts his head up adorably.

“Yeah?” Kyungsoo is holding a cucumber in hand and it’s half cute and half suggestive, but Jongin doesn’t need dirty thoughts in his mind at the moment, so he clears his throat and takes a leap, “Can you put on my tie?”

Deliberately, Kyungsoo puts down the cucumber on the kitchen counter and nags like a mom would do. “Jongin, just when you would learn?” He accepts the tie from Jongin and stands before him. Jongin takes a  He drapes it around Jongin’s neck and starts to loop it easily. “Later, when you get home I’m going to teach you how to put that on, okay?” He smooths the lint of Jongin’s white button up shirt before tip toeing to peck him on the cheek. Jongin’s heart skyrockets from the contact. “Go now, handsome or you’ll be late.” 

Jongin stands still on his spot while Kyungsoo round s the table and picks up small bag. 

“Here’s your lunch. Eat on time. It’s sweet crispy chicken. I also sliced apples for you. Now, go.” He led Jongin out of the kitchen to the living room, but he disappears again and reappears, holding Jongin’s coat and black sling bag that contains his MacBook. He hands them to him. “You might forgot. You still have forty five minutes to get there.”

“Jagi,” Jongin speaks gently, a grateful smile on his lips. 


“You’re cute.” Jongin says instead of the usual thank you.

Kyungsoo chuckles endearingly and nods fast. “Yeah, yeah, I’m cute, handsome, adorable as fuck, cuter than penguins and cuter than all our poodles. I know, I know.” 

They get out of the house as Kyungsoo walks Jongin to their car. He still has his glasses and apron on and still looking as adorable as fuck.

Jongin opens the car door, but stares at Kyungsoo for almost five minutes. He doesn’t miss the blush on Kyungsoo’s chubby cheeks.

“You’re going to get late if you keep on staring at me that way.”

“You know what,” Jongin leans in dangerously closer to his husband’s face. “I think I don’t want to learn how to put on ties anymore.”

He receives a slap on his bicep. “Then I won’t help you anymore, Mister Kim! Get going now before your boss kicks your ass for being a lazy ass!”

Jongin laughs, but sweeps a kiss on Kyungsoo’s lips before getting inside the car.

“See you later, cupcake!”

“Yah! I’m going to teach you a lesson later lazy ass!” Kyungsoo scolds with his hands on his hips as Jongin starts the car and sticking out his tongue at his husband.

“Love you!”

“Yah, Kim Jongin! You should learn how to put on a tie!”

The car zooms away and the smile on Jongin’s lips is glued on his face. He still has thirty five minutes to go to the office. He might really get late.

A Hyperactive Fruit, a Nasty Neighbour and a Love Story

Finally, finally, my contribution to the HD Cocks and Joggers fest (@cocksandjoggers) is here! I worked hard on this story so I really hope you’ll like it <3 I just hope it makes you laugh at least half as much as it made me. Much love to @partialtopotter for betaing and for her amazing advice and just in general for being the best! And much love to the entire Drarry Squad Discord for just being awesome and supportive and helpful. <3 <3 <3


20k, Explicit 

Summary:  Potter’s pet Niffler is wreaking havoc in Godric’s Hollow and Draco, the Assistant Head to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, is the one that has to deal with it. Repeatedly. The fact that Potter keeps coming to Draco’s office in grey jogging bottoms - repeatedly - does in no way help the matter.


The first time Draco Malfoy saw Harry Potter in those abhorrent clothes was on a dreadful and dreary Monday in the first week of August. If it weren’t for Potter and his ludicrously inappropriate fashion sense he would have forgotten the day in a week – after all dreadful and dreary Mondays featured aplenty in his life. Alas, Harry James Potter, hero extraordinaire, egalitarian philanthropist, and Witch Weekly’s Most Handsome Wizard of the Year – for ten years in a row  was currently – most un-handsomely – sprawled in the brown leather armchair opposite Draco’s office desk.

Draco sized him up with a stern look.

Rose-Colored Boy

For @propertyofpoeandbucky writing challenge, because this has been stuck in my head for the longest time.

Pairings: Poe x Reader 

Summary: After completing a mission, reader surprises Poe with a treat. 

Word Count: 1094

A/N: Pretty fluff. Like… “Wow, my dear hot friend that I have a crush on and who may have a crush on me is upset.” “Food is a way to this dude’s heart.” Mention of Vi Moradi (from the “PHASMA” book).

Originally posted by slk-t

The past few missions have been difficult, maybe it’s because you weren’t too sure whether when the war would end or the amount of missions you’ve been assigned sent you away from Poe for months. You were suddenly filled with uncertainty and showing signs of that feeling results in failed missions. Maybe you just needed time off to collect yourself again. 

You sat in your ship admiring the streaks of light that streamed in front of you and above you while in light speed. You wouldn’t arrive on D’Qar for another hour or so.

To the side of you, resting on one of the consoles is a small satchel with yarn and knitting needles. You gave yourself a half smile as Vi’s voice echoed in your head,”It’ll be therapeutic! Knit Poster Boy a scarf on your way back from missions.“

Leaning back in your seat you let out a sigh as your mind started to drift to the conversation you shared with Poe before you left for this 4 month long mission. Closing your eyes you began thinking about that day. 

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Ok, I have just read one of the most amazingly funny and beautiful fics I’ve ever encountered, please go leave your Kudos and comments.

Really, you’ll love it. I promise.

A Hyperactive Fruit, a Nasty Neighbour and a Love Story by synonym4life

Tumblr: @synonym-for-life

Raiting: Explicit.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter.

Summary: Potter’s pet Niffler is wreaking havoc in Godric’s Hollow and Draco, the Assistant Head to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, is the one that has to deal with it. Repeatedly. The fact that Potter keeps coming to Draco’s office in grey jogging bottoms - repeatedly - does in no way help the matter.

Not Forgotten (Part One)

Hey! This is a sequel to Glitched! So if you haven’t read that then it’s probably best you read that first! Anyway, I hope you enjoy! :D


Sean walks out the kitchen, sipping from a coffee mug, he pauses and stares at the sight before him with utter…disappointment.

“ FUC̡K ͠YOU ̡J̷A̷C̵K̶A͠BOY̴!” Anti shrieks, leaping up onto Schneeplestein and wildly waving a knife towards Jackaboy, who is holding a piece of paper, and on that piece of paper is a circle. “Oh come on, Anti!” Jackaboy Man sneers, “Don’t’cha wanna see the drawing I made for you?”

“ BU͟RN͘ ̧IN͠ HĘLL͠!̢” 

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“Yeah step sister, it’s not like you’re my actual brother, blood and all.” Y/N says while leaning into me, her lips lying against my now hot skin that burns under her touch as she ghost her lips along my neck.

Originally posted by luketivist

Words: 3000+

Request: No

Rating: R

Luke’s P.O.V

The strong wind blew through her hair like it was tidal waves brewing through a storm but, that didn’t seem to faze her as she bites down on her ruby red bottom lip before blowing out a thick cloud of air, the boys that sit around her, looking at her with fondness and sensuality don’t even realize that drool is spilling from their bottom lips when she peels her coat together, her breast sending even more blood to the teenage boys pricks as her breasts show more cleavage then her legs.

I watch as a laugh leaves her cherry gloss lips when one of the teenage boy‒ surrounded by her‒with overly jelled hair tells a joke, her small dainty hands slapping down on his skinny shoulder as she clasps her hand over her mouth, trying to contain her soft giggles, the boy with overly jelled hair makes a beaming smile settle on his lips as he takes in the fact that prettiest girl around town is touching him.

But it doesn’t last long when I see her retrieve her hand back and place it in her lap as she plays with the ends of her white and red plaid skirt that hangs dangerously too short. I watch as the boys around her lick their lips when they see her legs fall against each other as she sets up, her chest popping out as her spines curves deliciously.

Just in a matter of time I watch as her eyes beam up when one of the boy’s muster up the courage and speak to her, I watch as her cheeks flare up with a rosy pink sweeping along her cheek bones, before a smile slips on her lips and she stands from the bench, her skirt bunching up higher as she begins to strut her way back into the house. The boys around her all let a look of disappointment and anger set on their face as the boy that asked her out‒I assume‒lets a smile set on his lips as his head full of curls falls before his eyes before he has the strength to brush them out of his eyes and follow her.

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I dreamed that there were new Tom pap pics, where he looked absolutely horrible. Ill-fitting and far too short grey jogging pants with big holes and dirt, a shirt half-tugged in, a light-purple silk blouson, horrible light brown sneakers made from deerskin. Add to that looking tired and sporting a spotty beard. It was really a worrying look.

Then I noticed hummingbirds on the socks though and at the edges of the pic was photoequippment and crew….

It was actually a photoshoot for Gucci or a magazine.