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Drarry | 4,015 words | Explicit | Kinktober 2018 Day 1: Masks + Deepthroating 

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Harry liked to tell himself he didn’t do things like this often. He liked to pretend he wasn’t a rotten liar too. But the fact of the matter was, charity balls were incredibly dull and they made him incredibly uncomfortable, but not going was even worse. It wasn’t the first time he’d gone off and done something he shouldn’t have. Done someone he shouldn’t have.

And really, having it splashed all over the papers should have stopped him by now.

But this time, this time he was wearing a mask. And so was the other man. This time there was a chance it wouldn’t get out. He could fool around without his name hanging over his head, and he was already firming up in his pants just from that thought alone.

The other man lead him out of the ballroom. The music and chatter faded away as he took him deeper into the manor house hosting the event. It was like he knew his way around, had been there before, but Harry tried not to think about that. The owner only had daughters, so he probably wouldn’t be able to identify him that way anyway.

And he didn’t want to.

There was an ache in his pants and an attractive arse leading the way, and thank Merlin for whoever started the trend of more muggle-like formal wear instead of robes that hid everything. That was all that mattered now. And for once, he wouldn’t be shamed for it in the papers in the morning.

The masks only covered the upper half of their faces, and the man stopped abruptly in a shadowy corridor to turn and kiss him. Harry leaned into it and backed him up against the wall. Excitement skittered through his veins. Most of the men he found himself with at events were strangers anyway, but the mask seemed to make it better. That nervous, doing-something-wrong feeling he got when he fucked strangers was stronger than ever.

It was not a thing he should indulge in, he knew, and a bad attitude to have towards sex in the first place. It was also risky and self-destructive. But he couldn’t help himself. He just got so bored.

Impulse control had never been one of his talents.


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Part Three of Ardyn Saves Regis on a Whim (which really needs a title, damn it)

Well, I’ve been sick all day, which means the only thing I felt like doing was sitting around in sweaters and yoga pants, writing.  So here it is, the much-earlier-than-expected third installment.  Enjoy the suppressed emotions and reckless magic use!

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Thirteen Nights - Chapter Two

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: Eventual Prinxiety

Description: The Haunted House is back in town. When Roman finds the boy of his dreams in the Haunted House, he makes it his goal to find him. But when the stranger disappears every time they lock eyes, and strange things begin to happen around the house, will Roman manage to talk to this guy before his thirteen nights are over?

aka, the one where virgil is a cryptid and roman is gay

Word Count: 844

Notes: ayyy second instalment! not sure how I feel about this one, but it’s a thing so here, hope y’all enjoy?

Taglist: (using flightless taglist as well as taglist for this fic, feel free to ask to be added or removed) @xx-fandom-potato-xx​​​ @trash-can-so-do-i​​ @bunny222​​ @phantomofthesanderssides​​ @everythings-coming-up-aces​​  @virgil-loves-princey​​ @unknownanonymousgirl​​ @yamihatarou​​ @tinkslittlebelle​​ @jani-bunny54​​ @noahlovescoffee​​ @starryfirefliesbloggo​​ @why-should-i-tell-youu​​ @unicorndragon1-2-3​​ @ab-artist​​ @journalanxiety

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Saturday 20th October 2018

The door swung upon, and arms immediately wrapped around Roman’s waist, enveloping him in a hug. A head leant on his chest, directly over his heart. Roman stumbled back a little on the impact, but quickly regained his balance, hugging Patton back and awkwardly patting him on the back.

“Hey, Pat, uh, good to see you too,” Roman said, pulling back.

Patton looked up at Roman, a relieved smile across his face. However, that smile soon faded into a stern frown. “I was worried about you last night.”

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To Belong - Starofwinter - Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Poke/Stick/Killer/Anomaly
Characters: Poke - OC, Killer - OC
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor, BDSM, Handcuffs, Spreader Bars, Gags, Sex Toys, Butt Plugs, Vibrators, Cock Rings, Masturbation, Come Marking, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Nipple Piercings, Possession
Series: Part 57 of Flowers and Tattoos

Summary: Killer asks Poke to show him that he’s his.

Absolutely captivating artwork from @savbakk of merian Garrus and Jane Shepard from my fanfic Fathomless Depths on AO3. The level of detail in this in phenomenal; the glimmer of Garrus’s scales, their expressions, the movement of the water. Just wow. Seriously, commission this artist.

This sweet and sexy scene goes with chapter 5 of my fic, which I hope people enjoy.

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multiple anon requests for #3 from the kiss prompt: drunk/sloppy kiss



we be all night, and everything alright

summary: Beca and Chloe have a thing…kind of. Not really. But they’ve been flirting here and there. So why did Chloe invite Chicago to her birthday party? Beca needs a drink.

This is … something. A belated birthday fic that spiralled out of control after I decided to write a drunken kiss to fulfill a prompt or two. So now you get a slightly drunken, messy making out and sex. Also, Beca’s trying to work through her feelings for Chloe, but Chicago’s there and she gets irritated.

Warning for birthday sex. Rated E for everyone. 

word count: 5,724




Beca organizes her life based on facts as best as she can. It’s so she can figure out how to make sense of the consistent organized chaos she finds herself saddled with.

Mentally, she writes: Chloe’s Birthday Extravaganza. What follows is a list of things she has to do. It’s fairly simple because she’s not hosting anything at her place specifically.

She’s not exactly sure what is expected of her, but Chloe’s insistence on visiting Los Angeles is the only thing that matters at the moment.

The first thing to note is that Beca loves Chloe a lot.

The second thing to note is that it’s Chloe’s birthday, which is a big deal.

The third little fact to make note of is that Chloe and Beca have been engaging in a flirty, long-distance, non-relationship. It’s barely a thing, Beca supposes. They’ve just upgraded from saying “hello how are you” in texts and Snaps to calling each other “babe” and writing each other compliments that go beyond friendly.

It’s not a big deal, since Chloe’s living hours away and Beca’s swamped with work on most days. Chloe only manages to send Beca bouquets of flowers whenever one of Beca’s productions does well on the radio. Beca only remembers to tell Chloe how much she misses her everyday.

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Universe’s prank

This AU was created by @thebunnyartist. Please go check them out, their art is amazing and their Connor siblings are adorable!!!!! I hope I made them justice because they have been in my mind for two days now and this is just a little thing I did. I’m hoping I can write some more when my finals end ahhaha. Anyway, here is my take as to how Hank found out about the boys!

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“You are safe now”

A/N: I fell hopelessly in love with @fangirltothefullest centaur AU and I just HAD to do something for it! I think the timeline and Virgil’s character might be slightly off on this but well I had an idea and ran with it XD sorry about that! 

Also, I wrote this entire thing last night at like..1 in the morning… (I have no regrets) 

summary: Even though Virgil has been at Thomas’s farm for quite some time now, along with some new folks, he still can’t seem to let his guard down around them. But when he desperately needs help, when his freedom is almost stripped from him yet again, a certain large centaur helps him and fights back. 

WC: 2,688

ships: Platonic Analogical 

warnings: Anxiety attack, Panic attack, Abuse, Mentions of abuse


Soft pairs of hooves echo in the night. His black fur blended in nicely with the blackness of the night. His black jacket warmed him up against the chilly night as a gust of wind ruffled up his hair and fur.

A soft yawn escaped from him as he made his way towards a cliff he discovered a few days ago. It was fairly close to the barn but high enough that he could see the house behind it. He has come to quite like that spot as it was always fairly quiet meaning he finally has time to his own thoughts and he could see everything around him. Even to the end of the farm’s property if he squints hard enough.

His black curly tail swished in the wind as he galloped to the top of the cliff before breathing in a deep breath of the crisp cold air.

He folded his legs to take a seat as his eyes watched the barn with a sigh.

When he left everyone was settling in for the night after a busy day helping out the humans. Course he didn’t do much as he preferred it that way. He doesn’t even like getting close to them in all honesty.

His mistrust for the humans along with his uncertainty against the other centaurs properly made it so everyone hates him. That caused a shiver down his spine. He didn’t mean to be rude and grumpy it was just…hard for him to trust others from where he came from. Especially in humans.

The only one he would trust here at the moment is Patton, the one who saved his life. Other than that the others were..loud. Too loud for his taste.

The only one that he could say wasn’t loud was a huge centaur by the name of Logan. He was fairly calm which surprised him. Once he heard where this Logan came from and why he was here his heart throbbed. It was fairly similar to his story, his past. Being forced to do something he didn’t want to do. Having everything, including freedom, taken away just for being ‘beautiful’ or 'powerful’. Just for being them.

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Prove Myself [Part 13]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Superhero/female!Reader

Warnings: Cuss words, haha like I wouldn?t put thse in, pain, flashbacks (?) kind of, fluff

Summary: Having powers and being able to do things that others can’t do is something you don’t want to deal with on your own. You want to help. You want to be an Avenger. A dream you had for years, finally coming true? Too bad, nothing goes as planned. Being new in NY is hard enough, more so as you develop a crush on one of your new classmates, Peter Parker. The plan? Make the Avengers aware of you and then have them come to you. Easier said than done.

A/N: I’m sorry this is shorter than the other chapters but I simply didn’t know where to cut it so yeah¯\_(ツ)_/¯ This is a little over 3,5k. I just want to warn you guys that the next chapter will be the last one. The final one. Chapter 14 is gonna be the end of my little story. I’m not gonna get all emotional in this A/N bc I have that reserved for chap 14 but just know that I love all of you for following this little fic and for leaving comments, likes and reblogs and yeah. Thank you so much! But also know I’m not gonna stop writing anytime soon ;) The tag list for Prove Myself is closed! I’m sorry! (Gif by @ @hi-i-am-paula)

Part 1 || Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 & Epilogue

You don’t hear what happens after that because there is a loud swoosh in your ears – or maybe that’s just your blood being pumped by your wildly beating heart.

And then everything goes black.

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anon asked: bechloe 67 :)

The prompt was: “Don’t look at me like that.”



are you going to put this on instagram?? oh my god

Summary: Beca Mitchell’s social media practices are largely influenced by one Chloe Beale. Est. relationship.

Word count: 973




“You know I steal half my Instagram posts from you, right?” Beca asks, reclining on the sofa. Chloe absently clicks through their Netflix queue with one hand while the other combs through Beca’s hair slowly.

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Jack couldn’t sleep. He lay on his back and stared up at the darkness on the ceiling. It hurt. He turned and lay on his side, facing the door. It hurt.

Everything hurt.  

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. That hurt as well. He was reliving the moments again, the moments he had failed. Sam getting beaten up, almost killed, and he’d just been standing there, useless. Castiel, bound to a chair, desperate to get loose. 

He had gone through torture, it seemed, but he lived and was strong. Jack wanted to be like that, but he hadn’t been able to do anything. The moment he should’ve fought the demon, he was kicked to the ground like a useless, meaningless, pile of flesh and bones.

Thirsty. He was thirsty. As he wasn’t able to sleep anyway, he quietly slipped out of bed. Feet on the ice-cold floor, hands holding onto the bed and the wall. Every step was like a cold rush through his body, but he didn’t bother finding socks.

As he entered the kitchen, he was surprised to find a shadow at the table. At first, he thought it was Sam, awake, again, but Mary had forced her son to bed that night. It wasn’t Sam. It was Cas. He wasn’t wearing his trench coat, and the only light came from a small candle in the middle of the table. 

“Cas?” Jack asked softly. Cas obviously startled, hand slamming on the table, and he turned. 

“Jack,” he said, voice raw. “I didn’t hear you. Are you alright?” 

“Yes.” Jack pulled up a chair and sat with Cas, observing him in the candlelight. He frowned and squinted, looking at the man he saw as brave, strong, powerful. “You’ve been crying.” 

Castiel bowed his head, breaking the eye contact with Jack. “It’s not a big deal.”

Jack did think it was a big deal. He didn’t want to see Cas cry.

“You’re not supposed to cry,” Jack said, hand reaching out to lay on Cas’ arm. “Because you always know the solution. You always keep going.”

“That’s why I was here, alone.” Castiel looked at him, but he wasn’t angry. Just tired and upset, in pain. “So no one would have to see that I am as much in chaos as everyone else. And then you saw it anyway.” 

Jack looked at Cas. He did look tired. He realized that he’d been focusing on himself a lot, adjusting to being human, without his grace. Had Castiel looked this broken and exhausted the entire time, but had he just not noticed until now? A sense of guilt washed over him, but that was useless right now. He could do something, be there for Cas like he had been for Jack. 

“Dean will come back,” he said quietly. “You said it yourself. We’ll find him. That’s what we do.” 

“I know,” Cas said, slowly turning the candle on the table. “But I just… I say it, and I believe it. But part of me is afraid that this time, we won’t… That I can’t—” Cas sighed, the flame flickering between them. “Did I ever tell you about his prayers?” 

“His what?” 

“He used to… pray to me. A lot.” A hint of a smile, melancholic and weak, washed over Castiel’s face. “It was painful at times if I could not help and I had to listen to him beg. Other times, it was just… nice. To hear his voice. Know that he was okay.” He was looking at the flame but his thoughts were far away. “He’d say things he knew would infuriate me. Taunt me. Downright insult me, if he really wanted my attention.” Castiel shook his head. “I miss him every moment. I used to feel him, all the time. Feel…”

One hand reached and hovered over his chest as he stared into the distance. “That he was around. And now… It’s weak. I get washes of it, sometimes. But mostly I just feel… cold.” He looked up at Jack. “I’m sorry.” 

Jack looked at him for a long time, thinking. “Don’t be sorry. I understand. And you must talk, too.”

“I don’t want to bother Sam. He is… well, barely holding it together himself. But…” Cas sighed, looking directly at Jack. “I can’t even heal my own wounds properly. I didn’t even see the trap I’d walked into… What if I won’t be able to do anything in the end?” 

With one hand, Jack grabbed Cas’ hand, still holding eye contact. 

“Then you do boxing training with me and Bobby. To be very honest, I would like it if Bobby would punch someone else for a change.” 

Castiel smiled, for real now. He cupped Jack’s hand and carefully rubbed his knuckles. The small gesture made Jack feel safe, even in the large, dark room.

“You shouldn’t be the one doing the speeches… But you are good at them. Now, I will make you some tea and I’ll listen to you.” 

Jack nodded and watched as Castiel got the tea ready. And though it could scare him to know that Castiel wasn’t sure, he felt calm in it. 

Because despite it, he still kept going. And that meant that Jack could keep going, too. And after seeing Castiel’s tears, he was sure that Dean had to come back soon.

Prove Myself [Part 11]

Pairing: Peter Parker x Superhero/female!Reader

Warnings: Cuss words, you know it, violence, threatening

Summary: Having powers and being able to do things that others can’t do is something you don’t want to deal with on your own. You want to help. You want to be an Avenger. A dream you had for years, finally coming true? Too bad, nothing goes as planned. Being new in NY is hard enough, more so as you develop a crush on one of your new classmates, Peter Parker. The plan? Make the Avengers aware of you and then have them come to you. Easier said than done.

A/N:  Hello my dudes I’m back from my vacation!! Guess who managed to write a chapter in less than a goddamn week? This bish. I hope you like this and I hope this doesn’t suck due to my rushing while writing but well, this’ll do. Also, I’m really sorry and I never thought I would be at this point but the tag list for Prove Myself is closed now! I’m sorry! 

Part 1 || Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12

Immediately, you feel heat crawl up your neck and you squirm in your seat. Before you get the chance to say something to that, maybe play it cool, the door is being thrown open and two soldiers step into the room.

“It’s time. Adam, bring her to the treatment room. We will stay behind you.”

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“What?” she asks quietly, when she notices that Chloe is continuing to stare at her.

“I…nothing. It’s just, we sound good together. Just the two of us.”

She half expects Chloe to implore her to audition for the Bellas.

Beca wonders if the pain ever really numbs - if it ever really goes away.

It really is quite the experience, falling in love with the same person twice.

She reaches for Chloe’s hand. “We do, don’t we?”

- from part 7 of remember the day // 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12

Back To You, Part 2 - 1

These babies are back, and we are picking up their story just over a year after Back To You ended. I am hoping to get back to a Saturday posting schedule, but figured I would go ahead and get this out today since we’ll have a lot of Outlander goodies this weekend. I’ll be writing some ficlets at the same time, so please bear with me as I try to work on multiple parts of this universe at the same time! As always, thank you for your support, it means the world to me!

For the first time she could remember, Claire didn’t know how to talk to Jamie.

Even when they first met, when every moment between them (text, talk, or touch) felt like it was something that only they could know about (a secret just for them), words had never failed her. She never worried about his reaction to what she had to say, never worried that she would somehow push him away from her by sharing too much. Opening up to him was as easy as breathing; a lifeline necessary for her very survival. They were connected, irrevocably so, some type of pre-determined kismet existing between the two of them that meant they would never be parted, no matter what life threw their way.

Once they had finally gotten together, there was no topic they couldn’t (or wouldn’t) broach. Everything from political and religious affiliation to how they would divide up household chores to Star Wars vs. Star Trek (Jamie switching his allegiance to the former after their first Halloween together) had become a regular part of their conversations. Even Uncle Lamb’s very vocal affinity for England’s national rugby team over Scotland’s when he came to visit had never been a source of contention.

But she had noticed over the last few months that there was one thing Jamie was no longer interested in talking about: his family.

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