last one for the night maybe

anonymous asked:

“Why do fireflies have to die so soon?” I think this prompt could be either taken literally (maybe Patton being sad over a firefly' death) or an analogy for life or something (perhaps by Virgil or Logan?). You choose.

// How about both bc I’m really extra //

During the summer, Patton likes to go outside and watch the lightning bugs. Even if Logan doesn’t understand why, he always goes outside with him, two cups of lemonade in hand, and occasionally helps him catch them.

Inevitably, fall comes, and the lights wink out until Pat and Logan are lucky to see one or two. “Why do fireflies have to die so soon?” Pat asks quietly on the first night they don’t see any in the sky.

“Beautiful things don’t last, Patton. They eventually die or leave.”

Maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say, because Pat turns and presses his face into Logan’s chest for comfort. Warm arms encircle him, holding onto him while he cries over insects.

“But what’s important is that you got to see them at your best, and you have a hundred memories of watching them light up the sky. Life’s worth living if you get to see the beautiful things.”

“Like you, Lo?”

Logan hides a smile and kisses Patton’s temple. Affection may be a little foreign to him, but this is something that feels right. Everything feels right with Patton.

“And like you.”

Potter and Parkinson

I’m sure this has been done before, but I absolutely live for pansy/Harry friendship

- Pansy and Harry become friends even before Drarry happens
- it’s eighth year, and of course all the returning students are grouped in one big dorm because house unity and all that
- Harry can’t sleep. The nightmares are too much, and he doesn’t want to bother his roommate *cough*draco*cough* because he’s his ex-rival for merlin’s sake and that’s just /awkward/
- so he sits by the hearth in the common room, where everything is usually purple and gray but right now the fire is roaring and everything is bathed in a wonderful orange light
- and he doesn’t notice Parkinson sitting in the love seat to his left until she shifts and drawls out a scathing “well if it isn’t the boy who just won’t die”
- and of course Harry jumps, wand out and pointed at Pansy’s throat in half a second
- she stares at it and pushes it away in silence
- there’s the expected “nightmare?” “Yeah. You?” “Same as you, what do you expect” exchange then comfortable silence
- eventually they fall asleep where they are
- in the morning, pansy’s gone and Harry’s late for breakfast
- neither of them say anything about it, but she nevertheless slips him an extra hot coffee as she leaves the great hall
- it happens again that night
- this time, they talk about it
- “what’s it like to die?”
- he starts. He’s never told anyone about that. Ever.
- and that’s how he finds out that Pansy is a legilimens
- “why don’t you look for yourself?”
- “I’m not a barbarian, Potter”
- so he tells her. And she listens.
- she asks why he didn’t tell Weasley and Granger
- “they worry too much”
- and she gets it
- the next night, she tells him why she doesn’t boast about her legilimency
- “My Death Eater family loved to exploit it. When old Voldy came back, he forced me to use it to find out his victim’s fears and weaknesses. I was a puppet. I didn’t ask for that.”
- “None of us did.”
- they meet like this every night, when the nightmares are too much or the insomnia sets in
- she explains that sleeping was too much like passing out from Crucio
- He talks about how weird it feels since Draco started ignoring him
- they talk about Draco a lot
- “he wasn’t always that way. You should’ve seen him as a child, when his father would be away on business. I’d never met anyone more in love with life.”
- they don’t talk for the rest of that night
- he notices the slytherin Trio has mostly broken up
- Pansy, surprisingly, hangs out with Luna during the day
- Harry asks about it
- Pansy shrugs “she doesn’t dwell on the past”
- One day Hermione and Ron don’t show up for breakfast
- Pansy takes the seat next to Harry, “ she snuck into his room last night after you went to bed. Kicked Blaise out and everything.”
- They talk about life after hogwarts
- “you don’t want to be an auror anymore, then? Thought saving people gave you a hard on, Potty”
- he laughs for the first time in a long while
- “it gets boring after the first couple hundred times, I guess”
- “well, Mcgonagall obviously wants you for the DADA position”
- “maybe”
- they walk together to herbology
- Draco gawks as they enter the greenhouse
- Pansy offers a small smile
- Draco turns away
- Harry sulks
- Ron and Hermione show up a minute later, Hermione blushing and Ron raising an eyebrow at Harry, but he doesn’t say anything when Pansy whispers something in Harry’s ear that makes him grin wide
- It’s the middle of the year, and Harry and Pansy have established a sort of routine
- they meet every night, sometimes to talk, sometimes to take walks around the castle, sometimes just to sit in each other’s presence until they fall asleep
- in the morning, whoever wakes first brings up two mugs from breakfast, if it’s Pansy she brings cocoa, while Harry brings coffee
- Harry asks why Pansy always wears extra layers, or uses far more blankets than normal
- he mentions that Malfoy does it, too
- “Draco never told you?” “I never asked”
- it’s a side effect of the Cruciatus and Imperio Curses
- Harry thinks he understands
- He pats her hand, and she wonders why he’s so warm
- he shrugs. He’s always been like that.
- maybe it’s because of his mother’s love, he jokes
- she just looks at him. “Perhaps you’re right about something for once, Potty.”
- the next morning, Draco wakes early to find them snuggled together in front of the dying embers, Pansy leaning into Harry, extra blankets discarded on the floor
- he can’t help the tight, smoldering feeling in his chest as he walks to breakfast
- it’s Saturday, so there’s no class, but Blaise still leaves a mug of coffee and a cup of cocoa on the coffee table in the common room for when they wake, warming charms cast to keep the drinks steaming
- when they wake up, it’s not awkward at all. Just comfortable.
- like sharing a bed with your sibling
- they enjoy their arrangement, and Pansy takes advantage of Harry’s warmth constantly
- eighth years are allowed to leave the grounds at any point, so long as they obey curfew
- Harry and Pansy visit Hogsmeade together shortly after Christmas break
- while out for lunch, they run into Draco
- Pansy invites him along
- Harry and Draco start talking and don’t stop
- Pansy is torn; she hates being a third wheel, but she thinks she ships the two more
- she excuses herself, claiming exhaustion, and finds a quaint book shop near the edge of the village
- There, she runs into a distressed Granger
- turns out, Granger broke it off with Weasley
- Pansy is surprisingly good at comforting others, and shares her unexpected love of books with Hermione
- but while Hermione adores nonfiction, Pansy reads fiction. Thus, a friendship grows
- their day at the book store marks the start of a new relationship
- she tells Harry about her impromptu date with hermione
- “on a first name basis now, are you? I feel betrayed.”
- “oh shut it, Potty.”
- she’s blushing and they both know it
- in retaliation, she asks about Draco, and now it’s Harry’s turn to bloom red
- when Harry asks Draco out in the Great Hall a few weeks later, Pansy stands and screams from the other end of the table “IT’S ABOUT FUCKING TIME YOU PINING PRICK”
- Harry and Draco both turn red, scurrying out of the hall, hand in hand
- Pansy high-fives Luna, who giggles the whole time
- Harry does the same thing when Hermione asks out Pansy, but instead he’s screaming “SAY YES ALREADY PANS, YOU BLOODY WUSS”
- Ron gazes at them sadly, but Blaise distracts him with a comforting hand on his lower back and offers some treacle tart
- Pansy and Harry’s nightly meetings start happening less and less, but they’re still closer than ever
- when Draco and Harry have their first fight, Pansy knows, cuddling with Harry in front of the fireplace like they used to
- Hermione is super understanding, bless her heart
- She still draws a mustache and monocle on Harry in revenge for stealing her girlfriend, though
- she wakes Draco early to see it
- He takes pictures of his exbutkindofstill-best friend and boyfriend cuddling
- he won’t admit it, but his heart melts just a little as they wake, untangling from each other, bleary eyes and bed heads
- Harry and Draco don’t fight as much after that (but neither of them mind so much on the mornings after they do because Harry and pansy’s friendship is so precious)
- drarry and pansmione have a double wedding
- Ron and Blaise are Best Men, Luna and Ginny Maids of Honor
- Harry gets the DADA job, but always floos home at the end of the day to be with Draco and the kids
-pansy works in hogsmeade, running the bookstore where she first comforted hermione, now minister of magic
- Draco is a wonderful homemaker, who works from home co-editing the Quibbler with Luna
- even after marriage and families, Pansy and Harry have slumber parties, just the two of them in the living room while Draco and hermione take the kids out
- they cuddle and talk about everything
- in the mornings, pansy always wakes first, since Harry is usually up late grading papers
- but now, she makes two coffees for Harry and hermione, a cocoa for her, and a tea for Draco
- Harry and Pansy still spend nights by the fire, but sometimes they’re joined by their spouses, Ron and Blaise, and Ginny and Luna
- Sometimes Pansy and Draco’s skin still turn to ice
- sometimes hermione and Harry still wake up in the middle of the night for no solid reason
- but they’re surrounded by the ones they love
- the war is over
- pansy’s legilimency fades with age, and she’s happy to only have to live in her own head for once
- Harry and Draco learn to be in love with life, and with each other
- Hermione and Ron are no longer a ‘what if’
- and while Draco’s scars never completely fade away, Harry assures him they make him even more beautiful
- While Pansy will never stop being cold, Hermione is there with cocoa and and blankets and her warm embrace
- while Harry and Hermione never eat as much as they used to, too accustomed to those days in that wretched tent, running from the enemy, starving in the forest, Draco and Pansy are there to hold them and kiss them and remind them that it’s better now. It’s okay now.
- and suddenly it wasn’t just Pansy and Harry with late night talks and cuddles on the couch
- it was everyone else, too
- it was warm, and safe, and home
- and it wasn’t perfect
- but it was good.

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Professor || Sebastian Stan

Relationship: Professor!Sebastian x reader

Summary: A one night stand turns into more of a problem when you realise that your professor is your one night stand.

Warnings: mentions of smut, drinking, age gap (reader is legal and in mid-twenties!!!), age difference, professor x student relationship

Word Count: 1770 words

A/N: im kinda getting my groove back let’s hope it lasts during the week because uni is already making me wanna die (((:

also my cause of death is the second gif GOODBYE


Just one more shot!” Seemed to be the motto of your night as you insisted you and your friends needed to go partying on one last Friday night before you start for your masters degree. 

You weren’t ever the party girl, never really big on drinking, but that all changed when you saw your schedule for the semester. You were going to be cooped up in your room for the next eight months, no doubt about it. 

So why not have a little fun while you still can? It can’t hurt, right?

Six tequila shots in and you were quite possibly the happiest person in the club, no, on the Earth. Not a single care in your mind, everything was all about the moment and whatever you laid eyes on in that very moment. 

That just so happened to be the exact moment your eyes met a gorgeous pair of cool grey ones. It might’ve been your intoxicated state, but you could’ve sworn that you knew those eyes, that you’ve seen them before. 

Your thoughts were pushed aside when the man walked even closer to you, offering to buy you a drink, to which you declined because quite frankly, you didn’t want to yack in front of the gorgeous man in front of you. 

His face fell when you denied his offer, but quickly made up for it when you grabbed his hand, pulling him to the crowded (makeshift) dance floor, immediately grinding yourself against him. 

His hands were large and warm, splayed against your waist as they moved your body against his, small and breathy moans leaving his mouth every once in a while as his head fell in the crook of your neck. 

A few songs later and the next thing you knew you were outside in the alley behind the bar against the wall making out with the handsome stranger you had yet to learn the name of. 

Fuck,” you gasped when his teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of your neck, undoubtedly working on leaving some type of mark on you, “Sebastian,” you heard him mumble, confusing you. 

“What?” You asked, still panting against his face, your arms still laced around his neck, “my name,” he said, “it’s Sebastian,” he repeated as you smirked, crashing your lips against his, “take me home, Sebastian” you whispered in a sultry tone before he grabbed your hand and flagging a cab down. 

 The cab ride to his place was filled with not-so-subtle touches as you both looked out of your respective windows, trying not to draw any attention to your states, which clearly didn’t work. 

Sebastian nearly dragged you out of the cab, quickly paying the driver before bolting into his building to the stairs, “it’s only the second floor,” he assured as you nodded but all you could focus was how broad his shoulders were. 

“I’m gonna fucking wreck you, doll,” he growled against your ear the second he had the door closed causing shivers to erupt on your skin as you followed him into the bedroom. 


Your head was pounding and every muscle in your body seemed to scream stop when you tried to sit or stand up. When you finally managed to muster up the strength to sit up and open your eyes you realised you were not, in fact, in your own bed. 

You gasped when you saw a man beside you, cursing when you couldn’t remember his name, even though it was right on the tip of your tongue. You checked your phone and found that it had thirty percent and you nearly cheered out loud. 

Quickly pulling on your clothes you took one last look at the very handsome sleeping man before walking out of his apartment, and making the walk to yours. 


Monday came sooner than you wanted it to, but your weekend was eventful and you couldn’t be happier at making the choice to go out on Friday. Your friends had pried every single detail from your night when you got home. You told them everything you could remember, but leaving out some of the more graphic details. 

You still couldn’t remember his name, you tried looking through your contacts to see if he maybe added his number, but nothing. It was still on the tip of your tongue, in the back of your mind, but you just couldn’t get it out. 

Either way, you knew you had to push the man out of your thoughts as you rushed to get ready for your first class. You hit snooze just one too many times and you were running behind. Figuring you’d have to skip on breakfast you grabbed a granola bar before rushing out of your apartment. 

You lived practically right beside campus, thankfully, so when you stepped on campus and saw your building you were relieved, it was the first day of classes as well, it shouldn’t be a problem if you’re a little late, right?

It was weird being on campus and in your mid-twenties surrounded by young eighteen year olds scurrying to find their classes, you almost laughed remembering your own panic when you had to find your classes as a freshman. 

Walking into the large building you quickly descended the stairs and into the basement before walking down to the end of the hall finally reaching the lecture hall and pulling the doors open, stumbling in. 

The room was quite, so quite as you clumsily stumbled in. Every single pair of eyes was on you as you made your way to the only seemingly empty seat at the front of the hall, slumping down in your seat. 

“As I was saying,” a male voice caught your attention, “my name is Dr. Stan, but you can call me Sebastian,” your heart dropped to your stomach as you slowly lifted your head to meet the same blue eyes, both your jaws tensing. 

“Let’s begin,” Sebastian said, his eyes lingering on yours for a second longer before turning to grab the textbook. 


“You slept with your professor!” Nat screeched, howling laughter continuing as you buried your head into the couch cushion as she continued laughing at your misery, “it’s not funny, we could both get in serious trouble,” you told her, sitting up as she raised a brow. 

“And why should anyone find out?” She questioned as you sighed, “I don’t know…” you trailed off realising just how paranoid you were being, “you’re both adults and you slept with him before you even knew he was gonna be teaching you,” she said, reassuring you as you nodded your head, slumping back against the couch. 

“I can’t even look at him without turning into a tomato,” you groaned as Nat let out another loud laugh, “you have leverage now,” she grinned mischievously as you rolled her eyes, “you’re ridiculous,” you laughed as she shrugged her shoulders, taking another sip of her drink. 

Your first class with Dr. Stan, or Sebastian as he preferred, was awkward nonetheless. You couldn’t focus on what he was saying, barely making any notes as your mind screamed you’ve seen him naked! over and over again. 

It’s true though, whatever he was doing, you could picture him doing it naked, as gross, disturbing, and wrong as that sounded you just couldn’t help yourself. You knew he must’ve been uncomfortable as well because he would cough or stumble on his words every time his eyes landed on yours. 

Thankfully you didn’t have another one of his lectures until Thursday, hopefully you’d be able to push aside what happened and be professional. You’d just have to wait and see. 


You stood at his desk looking everywhere and anywhere other than him his words ringing in your mind, “Miss. [Y/L/N], may I have a word with you?” His voice just kept replaying in your mind, psyching yourself out for what he was going to say. 

You heard the door close as the last student was finally out, leaving just you and Sebastian, “so,” he said, clearing his throat as you finally looked up at him, almost out of reflex. 

God he was gorgeous. Dark brown locks brushed neatly behind his ears, his piercing blue eyes looking directly at you, his tailed suit hugging every curve of his body, no wonder you slept with him in the first place. 

“I just wanted to talk to you about, well,” he chuckled nervously, his hand rubbing the back of his head as he looked at his feet. He was just as nervous about this as you, possibly more. 

“It’s okay,” you said quietly, his head shooting up at the sound of your voice, “neither of us knew you’d be teaching me and we were both a little intoxicated,” you assured him with a small smile he mimicked. 

“Right,” he spoke, “it doesn’t have to be weird at all,” even you knew that was a lie. Neither of you could look at each other without being flustered and neither of you were good at covering up your emotions. 

“It’s probably gonna be a little weird,” you laughed as he laughed as well, tipping his head to the side as he admired you, “that was a great night,” he whispered as both your laughter died down. 

Your breath hitched as he said that, a wave of arousal flowing through you as you remembered what you both did that night, “it’s illegal,” you warned, although you didn’t sound too convincing, “it wasn’t on that night,” he smirked as you straightened up, gaining some confidence. 

“Well, Dr. Stan,” you spoke in a fake preppy tone, “I must warn you that you’re venturing into some very dangerous waters,” now your tone was much more sultry than anything. You watched as he took a few steps towards you, his eyes much darker than when you first started talking to them. 

“Careful, Miss [Y/L/N], you don’t wanna start something you can’t finish,” he whispered, his breath fanning over your face, “who says I can’t finish it?” You smirked as he bit his lip, trying his hardest not to take you right then and there. 

The sound of voices outside the lecture hall made both you and Sebastian jump back just in time for the door to open and a new group of students came pouring in, “see you on Monday, Sebastian,” you smiled, returning to your normal voice before spinning on the heels of your feet and walking out of the hall. 

The second you were outside you let out a large sigh, you were in deep and there was no way anyone was coming out of this unscathed. Fuck. 


A/N: this is gonna be a mini-series so there’s gonna be more parts I promise!!

Let me know if you wanna be tagged in it!

Scratching the Itch

Square Filled- Friends to lovers

Rating- Explicit

Tags- Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader, smut,

Word Count- 2300ish

A/N: For @spnabobingo. Hope you enjoy! XOXO


Hunting’s a total blast until you hit your heat. In between each cycle, you only know how much fun it is to catch a case, to get on the road and feel the rumble of Dean’s car beneath you, all open windows and loud music. The fights are always rough, but in the way that makes you feel strong, in a way that makes your muscles ache with anticipation just to think about it. And of course, there’s the feeling of knowing that you saved someone, that you stopped one small little evil and left the world a little better for it.

But then your heat hits, and you remember. Hunting is not ideal for an Omega.

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oh noooo school time already?!! 

well jasper is absolutely DREADING it lmao, i think pearl will have to drag her butt into class every day. meanwhile, pearl is thoroughly reviewing the class schedule and curriculum, making sure they have all their books and trying to make it sound appealing (and totally failing lol)

Five Shovel Talks That Never Happened (+2 That Did)

1. When Yuuri is practicing his combination spin at center ice at Cup of China and Phichit says conversationally, “So.” His eyeliner is honestly the stuff of legends. Victor should ask his technique. “You should know that at any given time I’m ready to commit murder for that boy.”

Victor hums. “Then,” he says, smiling, “we have that in common.”

Phichit gives him a long, low stare. Then, brilliantly, he smiles back. “Oh,” he says. “I like you.”

2. When Yuuri, leaving the banquet at Rostelecom, is driven to the airport in the Team Yakov van, sandwiched between Mila and the window. She happily, between yawns, relates anecdotes about Yakov, about Victor, along with some jokes about Yuri Plisetsky and some unnamed skater crush of his. Yuuri nods and kneads his fingers and waits for the other shoe to drop.

When they let him off at the airport, Mila gives him a fierce hug and says, “Give Vitya our love?”

“… that’s it?” says Yuuri. Who has not yet grasped that he’s capable of breaking anyone’s heart, let alone Victor’s, but knows, nonetheless, how these things are supposed to go.

Mila’s smile gets a little confused. But she confirms, “That’s it.”

3. When Minako slumps against her chair in the Barcelona hotel bar and sighs, “He’s practically my kid, so I’m biased. But he’s the easiest thing in the world to love, right? Getting him to let you, though.”

“I’m sorry,” is what Victor finally says. He doesn’t know how he feels about any of this, but he especially doesn’t know how he feels about being comforted by Minako, when she should probably be comforting Yuuri back up in the room.

“Victor. You think I haven’t been where you are?” She smiles grimly. “You’re doing fine.”

4. When Yuuri’s parents take Victor aside that last night in Hasetsu.

“That boy.” Toshiya’s smiling as he shakes his head. “He doesn’t trust his heart with many people. You know?”

Hiroko’s holding one of Victor’s hands in both of hers before he can form a reassurance. “We’re so glad it was you,” she says.

(There was a lot of crying that night, is all I’m saying.)

5. When Yuuri learned that trying to match Yakov Feltsman shot for shot is a terrible idea, no matter how nervous you are about your one-on-one dinner with him. Or maybe it is a good idea, if it gives you the courage to spend the evening monologuing how much you care about his surrogate skating son. “He’s always got a lecture in the Kiss and Cry,” Yuuri says dreamily at one point. “Just like you.”

“Katsuki,” Yakov says, sitting very stiffly in the restaurant foyer as they wait for Victor to come collect his trashed fiancé. Yuuri, resting facedown against his shoulder, doesn’t see his face. “You’ve made him very happy.”

“Aww,” Yuuri slurs, smiling into Yakov’s coat. “You too.”

“Your landing on the Salchow today was atrocious,” Yakov says.

“You too,” Yuuri says. Unfortunately, this is the one part he remembers the next day.

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When Yurio gives them both the shovel talk within an hour of each other.

Yuuri makes a small, distressed noise after they compare notes. “He’s so cute,” he says.

“Please go tell him that,” Victor says. (For some reason, Yuuri doesn’t.)

By Heart [ I ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst / Some Fluff

Length: 4.4k

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Summary: Getting over him was the most impossible thing in the world because part of you couldn’t believe it was really over.

Part Two: x Part Three: x Part Four: x

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

The hardest part about giving someone else your heart, is that it then belongs to them. Even if things end, they will forever own a piece of you. A piece of the most important part of you, no less. It’s a piece of yourself that you can never get back, not really, not fully.

Six months. One hundred eighty two days. Four thousand three hundred sixty eight hours. That was how long it had been since you felt whole.

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history maker!!! on glockenspiel jazz
history maker!!! on glockenspiel jazz

i just can’t get it out of my head that history maker would be so good in a jazz arrangement so here’s me mESSIN AROUnd—it’s—okay okay i improv’d like half most of this but whATever u get my point, can i just get a jazz trio on this?? 

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24/30 dailies

Toshinori: Aizawa, when was the last time you combed your hair?

Aizawa: What’s a comb?

Prompt: omg,,if you’re doing prompts and your erasermight is A+…Maybe Toshinori sitting behind Aizawa, carefully trying to pull up his hair while Aizawa reads? tysm! 

Thank you anon!!! I super gotta sleep oh man, I’m sorry this is a sketchy one, I need to catch up with one tommorrow, too! RIP, night guys :’D

I’m still open for prompts, but I do have a lot that I wanna do already, so bear it in mind :)

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So, a Water Tribe Betrothal Necklace is, traditionally, a hand-carved piece of jewelry given by a bride-to-be’s intended. It’s clear that a very traditional theme to have is a sense of roundness. This is shown by the first four necklaces shown.

The bottom two, Bolin’s, and Kya’s, differ highly from this, making them non-traditional. Now Bolin’s makes sense in the context we’re given from the show. Eska was shown to be slightly deranged and didn’t understand that Bolin wanted to get out of their relationship. The heavy-gothic themes help to show the dread, despair, and chain-like quality Bolin must feel. Despite this though, it still features a somewhat-round centerpiece like the traditional necklaces do.

But, Kya’s is also different. We found out via Word of God that Kya is LGBTA+. If she’s wearing a necklace, does this mean that her (assumed) wife carved it for her? Did Kya carve out one similarly for her wife? 

I like to assume that the design Kya wears also symbolizes how her relationship is non-traditional, just as her necklace is.

Also don’t picture Korra and/or Asami carving and giving the other a necklace.

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Back Alley Encounters

“Clock out everyone! I wanna go home!” As soon as the store manager activated the alarm, they all quickly filed out.

Everyone got into their cars and drove away for the night. Unfortunately you had to walk. Being a poor college student with a lousy part time job didn’t allow for luxuries such as a car. The dorms were still almost an hour walk away..

You sighed, heading down your usual route. The city wasn’t so bad at night, as long as you avoided the troubled neighborhoods.

Tonight was pretty humid too. You unbuttoned your sweaty shirt, hanging it over your shoulder. You weren’t exactly as toned as most guys you saw around school, but you weren’t boney either. A little bit of pudge here and there, but at a healthy weight.

What you were always teased about was your soft curves. You couldn’t help having a slightly more rounded rear end.. and consequently wider looking hips..

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you nearly tripped over something. You didn’t get a good look as it suddenly slithered away into the dark alley

“What the hell?!” You jumped back, squinting to get a better look. The street lights were too dim for you to see what it was. With a hesitant step forward you suddenly felt something latch itself around your ankle and yank!

Your head hit the concrete hard and your vision began to fade…

When you finally came to, it took a while for your vision to clear. An occasional car drove by in the distance, but no voices, or trains.. it was late.. you tried rubbing your eyes but your head wouldn’t stop pounding.

As soon as you moved to get up something tightened around your ankle. It was the same think that your tripped over! It was long, rubbery and slimy! You could feel it soaking into your shoe and sock.

“Listen! I don’t want any trouble! You can take my m-mphh!” Something shoved itself straight past your lips and deep down your throat. Your gagged, quickly reaching up to grab at it and yank it out, but it didn’t budge!

Your arms were pulled back and secured around the wrists. “Mmm! Mmpph!” You struggled trying to kick and pull at whatever it was that was restraining you.

Something warm trickled down your throat and soon enough it was gushing out in large amounts, filling your stomach. You felt the affects almost immediately as it seemed to spread inside. Your stomach gurgling as it rounded out a bit more, hips widening and your soft rear end filling in further.

You moaned, not realizing how aroused you were until your pants were suddenly too tight.

More love juices flowed into your stomach. “Uughnn..” your mouth was forced wide open to accommodate the slimy tentacle. You wanted to scream for help or anything but whatever it was feeding you felt so pleasant and warm.. addictive. And definitely arousing.

Just as you thought it couldn’t get worse than this, another tentacle crept it’s way up your belt line. Your pants were now straining against your tented arousal and your firm belly. In a quick swoop, they were down around your ankles, along with your underwear.

You tried kicking and thrashing, not liking where this was going. A few more dark slimy tentacles joined in, some pulling your shirt up enough to tease your hardened nipples.

Another wrapped around your engorged manhood, slowly pumping it.

Your back arched beautifully at the surprise stimulation. You wanted it to keep going but at the same time you wanted to just run! This was insane! It has to be some crazy nightmare!

Your paled when you felt a teasing nudge at your puckered entrance. No! Please no! No there! This was not how you wanted to lose your virginity!

It kept poking and swirling around, almost testing the waters before it just plunged right in!

“MMHHH!” You cried out, feeling the thick intrusion force its way inside. It was so big, stretching you way beyond what you could have ever imagined!

It stayed still inside you, not moving. You whimpered, tears in your eyes. What was it going to do to you? Would it rip you apart from the inside? Or fill you until you explode? So many possibilities went through your mind. You didn’t even notice that the pain was slowly starting to fade.

It was secreting a bit of a numbing fluid for the pain. Your stretched hole clenched and quivered, sucking the tentacle further inside. You saw white as it rubbed against your sweet spot. You needed it to do that again.. Right now.

As if on cue, that same spot was pushed against, over and over. You moaned, hips moving on their own, to meet with every thrust. Your head was too clouded with the aphrodisiacs filling your body. Every little touch brought you closer and closer to orgasm.

But then the thrusting stopped. A larger burst of liquids flooded your insides. Your stomach was even bigger now, so round and tight, looking almost 5 months pregnant!

The tentacle was still, but you felt something moving. Something stretched your opening even further, sliding down the safe passage the tentacle created. It settled into your stomach, feeling much heavier than the liquid. A few more came after it, and you realized what they were.. Eggs! You shook your head, trying to push down to force them out, vbut they just kept coming! Your stomach swelled as more and more eggs settled in your lower abdomen.

You definitely felt heavier as your kept growing and growing, your pecks now small perky breasts.

But somehow this was only turning you on! The feeling of fullness. The warm life inside you.. you cried out, bucking your hips as you climaxed over your monstrous belly.

Once all the eggs were deposited into the safety of their new incubator, the tentacles released you. All but the one still inside. You felt a strange sensation, almost as if it was opening up. It roughly thrust into your walls, spitting out a sticky substance. It spread more of it all along your canal until it was finally back out at your entrance once more. It sealed up your twitching hole, and finally left you peace.

As soon as you found the strength, you pushed your massive self up and ran. Or stumbled..

You were so heavy that even holding your stomach didn’t relieve the pain in your back. You couldn’t see your feet, you couldn’t see the ground past your pregnant belly! You just had to try getting as far away from that thing as possible! Go home and figure this out! If anyone saw you like this they might take you away and experiment on you!

It wasn’t long before you felt something lurch inside you. The incredibly strong urge to push hit you out of nowhere. You could feel the eggs slowly making their way back down to your lower intestines. They were all just piling lower and lower and you needed to get them out!

You hurried off behind a dumpster and squatted, spreading your legs as wide as you could. You pushed and pushed but nothing came out! “Aagh! Get out!” You cried. Why wasn’t anything coming out?!

You reached behind you, hoping that maybe spreading your opening a bit would help. But you were stopped when you felt something hard. It was kind of gooey but your fingers couldn’t push through. What did that thing do to you?! Is this why these things wouldn’t come out?!

You failed to notice the other presence lurking behind you and soon enough you were in the tentacles clutches again.

You groaned and cried as the contractions became more painful. You had to push! “Please! I need them out! Urrgh! It hurts!”

It just held you, spreading your legs wide and leaving you open and exposed. Why was it doing this?! Did it get pleasure out of torturing you?

A new sensation overwhelmed you. Something popped inside you! A small writhing mass wiggled against your walls, moving some eggs around as it traveled closer and closer to your entrance.

You felt more pops and more wriggling tentacles, all fighting to get out. Your stomach lurched as they poked and prodded, trying to find the exit.

“AAAGHH! PLEASE! GET THEM OUT!” Your back arched as the pressure continued to build. You didn’t understand how you could be hard right now! These things were trying to force their way out of your body!

It was then that the larger tentacle started massaging your entrance, or licking at it? You felt something dripping down your ass as suddenly your hole was free again!

But that didn’t ease the pain as the pressure that had built up was getting more intense. The babies squirmed and wiggled their way down your birth canal. Each one different than the last. Some small and some large, stretching your abused hole.

One by one they dropped onto the pavement and slithered away. Your belly slowly deflating as they all burrowed their way out.

By the time the last one dropped, you passed out. Some stayed and gathered around you. Others playing with your entrance almost affectionately. You were their mother, their incubator. You completed their final stage of birth…

You groaned, clutching your head as a powerful migraine took over. The sun was up and it was probably about mid-day. You remembered what happened late last night and scrambled up, expecting to have a pregnant stomach again but.. But you were okay. You looked a bit heavier that was for sure, but at least you looked normal.. you found your shirt and squeezed into it, searching for your pants as well but they wouldn’t fit past your ass!

You ran to the bus stop, hoping you had enough change leftover to get you back home. Whatever happened last night would go to the grave with you.. no one could know. Maybe you’d take a few weeks off from school, quit your dead end job and move back in with your parents for a while.. a flight wouldn’t be cheap, but you’d have to manage somehow.

What you didn’t know was that your babies had spread all throughout the city overnight. Waiting for their next victim to mate and impregnate.

What you didn’t know, was that inside of you, you carried a special egg. One that would hatch soon enough and continue the cycle.

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Hi! Okay so I love tentacles and eggs! And I saw this request and I wanted to try so here it is! I’m new to writing nsfw so hopefully you like it!

Theory: Mirri Maz Duur’s prophecy was never about Drogo. 

“When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When your womb quickens again, and you bear a living child. Then he will return, and not before.”

For a long time i believed this prophecy predicted the big love in Daenerys story; aka Jon and not Khal Drogo coming back to life, but mostly in the means of “You’re going to fall in love again”. Last night realised that maybe this one wasn’t about falling in love again, but actually bringing back someone from death; Jon Snow. 

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Sleep Alone (Peter Parker)

Originally posted by peterbparkerr

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Cursing

Summary: After a long night of crime fighting, Peter visits his best friend as he always does, only to discover that she had fallen asleep while waiting for him. 

Author: Dizzy

A/N: This is just a little fic with your friendly neighborhood spiderman being a little cutie. 

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Peter let out a content sigh as he found himself feeling warm in the light that illuminated from Y/n’s bedroom window. He calmly ran his finger along the edge of the chipping paint of the frame before opening the window slowly and as quietly as he could before slipping into the cool air that filled the four blue walls. 

“Y/n?” Peter whispered the girl’s name quietly as he looked around the room before his eyes found themselves gazing upon the sleeping form of a girl. 

Y/n’s hair was in her face, in her hands sat a book as she laid on her back, the warm covers beneath her. She was beautiful in Peter’s eyes.

Peter let out a light chuckle as he knelt down beside the bed. He carefully placed a kiss upon the sleeping beauty’s head before sliding the book out of her hands and marking her page. He then lifted her off the bed like a husband would his new bride and placed her beneath the covers before he kicked off his shoes and took his place beside her. 

‘I will never let anything bad happen to you’. ‘I’m so in love with you’. ‘God, you are beautiful.’ It was like a therapeutic spilling of kindness and affection that Peter never said when he thought Y/n could hear him as his fingers grazed over the lines of Y/n’s face and her hair. 

Naturally, feeling the sudden warmth surrounding her and the soft sounds of Peter’s voice and his sweet nothings, broke Y/n free of her dream world as she continued to listen. 

“This is the story of how I fell in love with you,” Peter whispered quietly as he placed a gentle kiss upon Y/n’s cheekbone. “I’ve never told it to you, but it’s not something I think you’d ever want to hear when you’re awake. It’s silly, I know, cause I’m Peter Parker, neighborhood dork and you’re Y/n L/n, cheerleader and popular best friend of said dork. You get invited to parties and I get to make Lego models with Ned. Not that I don’t like hanging out with Ned, I do, I just wished that I could be your date to parties someday.”

Peter let out a long sigh as he placed another tender kiss on Y/n’s forehead, causing Y/n to refrain from giggling at the feeling. “Anyway, I think it all started in the first grade, when we met. I wasn’t in love with you then, not yet anyway, but I made a best friend. You were always the cutest girl I’d ever met, especially with the way you wore your hair and the way you obsessed over those 80′s movies your mom let you watch.

“And then in fifth grade, when you broke your arm and sprained your ankle while we were skateboarding at the park. You were trying to be so brave and tried not to cry, but the moment I picked you up to carry you home to Aunt May, you sobbed and cried out in pain and told me you never wanted me to let go of you. When you had your arms tightly around my neck with your face buried in my chest, I knew there was something between us.

“But, then you and I, we didn’t hang out as much as we used to once we got to high school. I know you felt bad about it, I know you still do, because you had cheer and sports and the only club we were in together was robotics and you weren’t always able to come with your other responsibilities, but we have these nights together and we were one another’s dates to homecoming, even though you were asked by other guys. 

“Speaking of homecoming, that was the night I realized what I’ve felt for years had a name. Love. The way you laughed when I told you not to choke me with my bow tie as you helped me fix it to the way your voice sounded so soft and sweet when we slow danced. And, God, just the way you worked the room like you owned the place when you didn’t ditch me when I fell behind, but tucked your arm under mine and took me with you, introducing me to your friends. I’ve never felt so included. 

“And most importantly, the way your lips felt against mine when you kissed me goodnight. That was my first kiss and if I died today, I’d be glad that it was my last. We haven’t talked about it since then, but I wish I could get the courage to ask you out, to tell you I love you. 

“Cause it was you who initiates everything. You asked me if we could be friends in first grade, you were the one who asked me to homecoming. You kissed me.

“I don’t know, laying next to you makes me wish to never sleep alone, to never be alone. I don’t know if you kissed me out of pity the night of homecoming or if you kissed me because maybe you love me too. But, Y/n, I love you.”

“You know I can hear you, right?” Y/n’s sudden voice startled Peter.

“I’m sleep talking,” Peter said immediately. “This is all a dream. You’re dreaming.” 

Y/n hid a smile against Peter’s neck, a sensation that Peter felt melt his heart, and drew him closer. “I love you too,” she said simply, with a soft sigh, as she drifted back to sleep content in the safety of Peter’s arms, knowing for the first time in her life, love could be reciprocated by even the silliest of heroes.

The Lake House

Based off of prompt 79. “Stop hogging all the blankets!” Send in by @ssselcouth!

A/N: So I’m going to be honest here, I started writing like three different stories before settling on this one and in the end, it really had nothing to do with the prompt. BUT, I do really like this concept so I left it open for a part two. Let me know if you like it!



“Maybe you lot should just fuck and get it over with.” Niall mocked from his seat by the fireplace.

You could feel Harry flinch next to you and his arm that laid across your shoulder retreated quickly. You let out an awkward chuckle as the group around you giggled.

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This Life Is Fine

Originally posted by shxwnmendess

A/N: I really don’t know where this came from but i wrote it bc i couldn’t start another piece so here. thanks to @sourshawn and @holyhotmendes for writing such good shit & giving me inspo to better my own, i love u guys :’)

enjoy guise x


She loved seeing him in one of his most vulnerable states. Splayed across his mattress, legs parted, and short breathy pants falling past his bitten lips. She loved him with every bit of her heart, sometimes it ached. Y/N loved being the reason he laughed the loudest and grinned the brightest. However, she loved being the thing that made him moan the loudest the most.

“Fuck it, I’m done waiting.” Shawn sighed in relief as he slammed Y/N back down against his thighs. She yelped, reveling in the feeling of his hips stuttering against her heat.
“Again, please.” He granted her request, gripping her hips in his palms and pulling her off his throbbing cock. She screams when he drops her again, the tip of his cock hitting her deepest spot perfectly. 

She rolled her hips over his own, picking up speed with every rotation. Shawn thrusts his hips up, meeting her gyrations in sync. His fingers bite into her hips, leaving reddening bruises that’ll still be alive in the morning. “Come on honey, I feel you clenching.”
“I can’t.” Y/N cried. Every single one of her sense were on high alert, exceedingly hypersensitive to everything. She’s teetering on her fifth orgasm of the night, Shawn already having ripped three from her with just his tongue and the most recent with just his fingers. She really felt like she couldn’t.

At least she thought she couldn’t. The moment Shawn’s lips encase one of her breasts while in his large hand and his left thumb relocates to her clit, it’s no longer impossible. Another orgasm tumbles out like the cries now floating from her throat and her body convulses in his lap.

Her arousal leaks over his pelvis like the sweat dripping down his neck and it starts a bolder, fiercer fire in him. His hips thrust briskly, chasing his release through a tortuous maze. He can feel it coming, he knows it’s gonna take him; take every last puff of air from his lungs. It’ll snatch the lasting remnants of energy from his veins and he tries—he tries so fucking hard to prepare so maybe it won’t—but it catches him unsuspectingly.

The burn in his throat after the loud “Shit!” he screams is nothing compared to the ache of his bones as he cums, holding her body flush against his own. His hips stumble, riding out the last of his orgasm and he just sits there, Y/N in his arms and a goofy lazy smile slowly finding its way on his face.

He’s so fucking gone. He could think of a million and one different ways someone else would say to spend the night, but this was fine for him. This was enough and he wouldn’t like it any other way.

Namjoon; 

*smugly smirks, letting a faint chuckle as you drag him in* 
“You know if you wanted to come here, you could’ve told me a long time ago, babygirl.”
*playfully smacks your ass as the two of you walk around, browsing all the different things they had* 
“I actually am really tempted to buy a lot of this stuff, now- god I should’ve brought my card with me.” 

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

Jungkook; 

*shyly grins while his eyes fall on this hog-tying restraint set*
“Y/n, I’m gonna get this-” 
*pulls it down from the shelf as waves it in front of you- giving you a cheeky wink* 
“I need to try this on you tonight, princess.”

Originally posted by missbaptan

Taehyung; 

“Ahhh, Jagi really?” 
*blushes as you pull him into the store, but immediately gets over it- taking interest in nearly everything* 
“You know, we should buy a ball gag- you’re really loud, I swear the neighbors are gonna call the cops one day.” 
*giggles as you lightly smack his arm* 

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Jimin; 

*gives you this cheeky grin as the two of you walk over to the bdsm section of things* 
“Babygirl, you know everything we buy I’ll want to test on you tonight, right?” 
*moves behind you as you nod, his hands caressing your curves before giving your butt an enticing little squeeze* 
“I bet you’ll love every minute of being tied up and at my disposal, huh?” 

Originally posted by parkjiminer

Hoseok; 

*chuckles as the two of you walk into the store* 
“I swear you’re something else, princess” 
*strays away from you, heading over to the restraints hanging from the wall*
*buys a few things without telling you what they are* 

You; “Come on just tell me, babe.”

*shakes his head, giggling* 
‘Not uh, you’ll just have to wait til later.” 

Originally posted by jaayhope

Jin; 

*pretends to be flustered, covering his eyes the instant he sees the dildos on the other side of the shop* 
“Y/n, why would you bring me here I’m a child of God- I’m too pure for this.” 

You; *rolls your eyes* “Oh shut up, last night you fucked my face until I couldn’t breathe, shall I go on?” 

*smirks as he remembers how badly he wrecked you* 
“No, no need- I remember, especially when I fucked you til your eyes rolled back.” 

Originally posted by koiyomi

Yoongi; 

*nearly unfazed as he follows you around the store, inspecting the different items* 
“Mhmmm, I think I want to buy one of these and some rope.” 
*shows you a spider gag (a gag meant to keep you from shutting your mouth) with a cheeky look on his face*
“I wanna face fuck you tonight, maybe this will help prevent you from stopping me.” 

Originally posted by kpoptrashandproud