time is the cure and the threat

I’m Not His, I’m Yours // A Dylan O’Brien Smut

Prompt: Just prepare your eyes for some very dirty filth.

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Jealous!Dylan, Dominant!Dylan, Daddy!Dylan, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Oral (female on male), Spanking, Daddy Kink, and Swearing.

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Word Count: 4,951

Song: Hands To Myself by Selena Gomez


Your name: submit What is this?

Originally posted by spidermanm

“I’m gonna kill them.” Dylan complained over the phone and I laughed at his impatience.

“No, you’re not, baby.” I chuckled, coaxing him the best I could. “It’s just one more day ‘till the weekend. You can survive this, I know it.”

“I swear to God, if either one of them annoys me one more time-”

“Then, I’ll destroy them myself.” I answered and Dylan let out a deep breath.

“I have to go, but I don’t want to hang up on you.” My boyfriend groaned over the line. “Can we just stay on the phone for the rest of the day?”

“No, Dylan.” I laughed and I could tell the sound alone made him feel a little more at ease. “We have to be responsible here. But, tell you what, when it’s time for your next break we can Skype call. What do you think?”

“I think that you’re the best girlfriend a guy could ask for and I love you very much.” Dylan swooned and I could practically hear the smile in his voice.

“I love you, too.” I responded, smiling as well. “Now go, I don’t want you getting fired.”

“They can’t fire me, it’s the last season!” Dylan laughed wholeheartedly and I laughed along with him.

That’s what our relationship mostly consisted of: smiling, laughing, fun, and heart eyes. Even though Dylan has been beyond stressed lately because of everything that’s happened in the course of the past two years, we never fail to make each other happy. Things have been very intense for him ever since the accident that shall not be mentioned. Shooting The Death Cure had to be pushed back to this year, Dylan had to stay home for six months and try to avoid paparazzi harassment at all times, he needed to physically train for American Assassin and completely go against his doctor’s recommendations, deal with crazy fans that literally sent him death threats when they found out he wouldn’t be in all of season 6B for Teen Wolf, and even manage to audition for future projects to top it all off. Stress has been very imminent in Dylan’s life and I always felt like it was my job to make him feel better.

Which is why, being the amazing girlfriend I am, I wasn’t going to just Skype call him. I was going to personally go over to his work and give him a fun little surprise.

With excitement running through my veins, I jumped up from my position on our bed together and immediately ran to the bathroom for a shower. Dylan’s next break should be in about an hour, considering he doesn’t have a lot of scenes to shoot this year, so I knew I had to get ready quick.

Once I was out of the shower, I put on Dylan’s favorite red lingerie and took a good look in the mirror. The way the strong red color contradicted with my skin tone will definitely drive him crazy and I can already feel myself getting wet at the thought alone. I didn’t even bother putting on any pants because I knew I wouldn’t really need them and, instead, I picked up the t-shirt Dylan used to sleep from our messy med and slipped it on. Bringing the fabric up to my nose, I took a deep breath and glady breathed in his incredible smell. Sure, I see him everyday but I can’t help feeling addictive and always needed more of him.

Putting on makeup right now just to see Dylan would be useless considering he was going to smudge it up anyway. Therefore, with a smile om my face and exhilaration running through my veins, I put on my black stillettos and grabbed my car keys to head for the Teen Wolf lot. It didn’t take too long to get there and, in a matter of fifteen minutes, I was already greeting Phil the security guard as he let me pass the barrier and enter the studio.

The first thing I did was park my car in an area Dylan would never spot and, then, gladly entered his trailer. Since Dylan hasn’t been in the greatest mood lately, I knew for a fact that he wasn’t going to stick around on set in between scenes like he usually does. From what he told me on the phone, Cody and Sprayberry have been driving him crazy all week and he’s definitely going to want as much distance as possible. Which is where I come in and make him feel all kinds of good before returning to work for the rest of the day.

Having patiently waited for Dylan, laid on his pull-out bed, I immediately jumped up and fixed myself to look sexier the moment the door to his trailer flew open. The look of surprise and immediate lust in Dylan’s eyes when he entered, instantly, made desire crash down on my body. I already knew that I would be putty in his hands in a matter of seconds. Without even saying anything, Dylan just slowly closed the door behind him and took off his sneakers as he licked his lips in anticipation.

“Do you have any idea how good you look just wearing my shirt on?” Dylan questioned, his eyebrows raised in intrigue.

“Do you have any idea how much better I’ll look once you take it off?” I teased, smirking up at him.

My words definitely sparked something in him because Dylan instantly jumped on me, the intense sexual tension in the air an incredible influence on him. I giggled at his excitement and his lips were quickly on mine as my fingers instinctively ran through his hair. I smiled when Dylan’s tongue slid across my bottom lip, already asking for an entrance, and I didn’t think twice before opening my mouth for him. He allowed me to call the shots and would moan everytime I played with his tongue skillfully.

When we both needed to breathe again, Dylan detached his lips from mine and gently caressed my cheeks with his soft hands. His eyes gazed into mine with such emotion and care that a blush immediately made its way on my skin. Dylan never failed to make me feel special and I adored how intimate our relationship was. I always thought that intimacy was about allowing someone to touch you, but it’s so much more. Intimacy is someone who touches you beyond just the physical contact because they find a way to your soul. Intimacy is who you text at four in the morning to share your biggest fears and dreams. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.

“I love you.” Dylan whispered before pulling off his shirt I was wearing and placing a gentle kiss on my mouth.

The moment he realized I had put on his favorite lingerie set, Dylan couldn’t hold back the immediate moan that fell from his pink lips. His eyes raked my entire body and I felt his cock slightly twitch against my thigh, through his red crimson pants he wore for Stiles’ character. Standing up from the the pull-out bed, Dylan began unbuckling his belt.

Suddenly, the door to his trailer immediately flew open and the both of us froze in absolute shock. I didn’t even have the thought in me to cover myself up with something, anything, before the intruders invaded Dylan’s safe space.

“Hey, Dyl, are you trying to hide from us?” Sprayberry immediately hollered when he and Cody were inside, both instantly stopping in their tracks once they noticed their co-worker wasn’t alone. “Oh, my God!”

“What the hell are you guys doing here?!” Dylan shouted angrily, the veins on his neck bulging against his skin.

Well, looks like someone’s stress is officially back.

“W-We, uh, W-We,” Sprayberry stuttered trying to answer, but was too astonished to form an actual sentence.

Much like Dylan did just moments ago, Cody’s eyes raked my entire body and, by the way he was biting down on his bottom lip, he definitely seemed to like what he saw. Before I could even do anything, Dylan jumped back on the bed and instinctively covered my body with his. Embarrassment and uncomfort took over my emotions as my boyfriend protected me, shielding my body from unwelcome eyes.

“Get! Out!” Dylan yelled, his Alpha male side appearing now that someone glanced at his female without his permission. “NOW!”

Sprayberry was the first to immediately sprint into action, forcefully pulling Cody out the door with him and literally having to tear his gaze off of my body. I let out a nervous breath I didn’t even know I was holding in the second the door sounded shut and the two actors were finally out of the trailer.

“Damn, it’s a good thing I wasn’t naked yet, right?” I chuckled nervously, trying to make the best out of this situation. However, it was no use. Dylan was furious and no longer in the light-hearted mood like before.

“He was totally eye-fucking you and that’s what concerns you the most?” Dylan scolded and even though he was angry, my entire body filled with desire.

Dylan’s usually very sweet, but every now and then he goes completely dominant and it’s the sexiest fucking thing ever. The way he pulls my hair as he forcefully pounds into me or roughly spanks me just because I went against one of his many commands always had me on the edge.

“You’re right.” I smiled innocently, looking up at him as he noticed the tension change in the room. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

The flicker in his eyes immediately went from rage to complete and utter lust the second I let the kinky title he loves so damn much come out of my mouth. The warm and golden-brown color once in his eyes was replaced with a dark black, his pupils now dilated to the maximum. Dylan’s bulge pressed against his pants and  I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, knowing exactly what stood beneath the fabric. Although he wasn’t the only one turned on beyond comprehension as arousal pooled uncomfortably in my panties and I desperately wanted them off of me.

Reaching my hand down to my panties to get rid of it, Dylan’s hand suddenly gripped my wrist and stopped me from moving any further.

“Did I say you could do anything yet?” Dylan questioned.

I gulped and slowly shook my head, his eyes focusing on my lip when I bit down on it. He let go of me without another word, but it didn’t even feel like he did because of his addictive touch still lingering on my skin. Dylan stood up and walked over to the door, locking it as he licked his lips with his eyes trailing over my body.

“Take off your bra.” He commanded, walking back over but not sitting down.

“What?” I asked as I watched him take off his shirt, the sight of his impressive form stunning me.

“Ah, ah, ah, babygirl. You know the rules.” Dylan tsked, shaking his head as he unbuckled his belt like before and opened his pants. “Only speak when I give you the permission to.”

Heat rushed throughout my entire body until it landed with full force in my core. Dylan and I had this little game whenever he was dominant and it was one of my favorite fucking things. The game was simple, but absolutely drove me crazy: Dylan would give me three chances and if I strike out every single one of them, he had no other choice than to punish me.

“Strike one.” Dylan stated, a smirk playing on my lips with what he said next. “And I know you just heard what I demanded.”

At the same time that I reached behind my own back to unclasp my bra, Dylan dropped his pants. His erection pressed hard against his boxers, the gray fabric slightly wet from his arousal. When both of us finished taking off our pieces of clothing, Dylan’s eyes were already glued onto my now exposed perky breasts.

“Now your panties.”

My boyfriend and I pulled both of our underwear off our bodies, watching the other intently. As soon as we were free of clothing and completely exposed to each other, Dylan grabbed himself in his hand and stroked his shaft slowly. The sight of Dylan pumping himself as his eyes gazed on my body turned me on in ways that I can’t even explain.

“Touch yourself, babygirl.” He commanded, my mind melting at his husky voice.

Following his orders, I sat up straight on the bed and spread apart by legs for him to have a full view which made him moan in response. I brought my hand down to my already soaking core and gently slid my finger through my folds, separating them. Slowly rubbing small circles against my clitoris, I couldn’t help but let out a moan. I watched as Dylan used his thumb to caress his tip and I desperately wanted it in my mouth, but I knew that I had to follow his order or else I’d be punished. However, being punished by him does sound very inviting.

Using my other hand to pinch my nipples and tease not only myself but also Dylan, I noticed his grip tighten around his member. Dylan let out an unsatisfied groan when I took my hand away from my breast, but then immediately moaned when I used it to push a finger inside my heat. My back instantly arched and I let out a whimper at the feeling, provoking him to pick up his pace around himself.

“You look so beautiful pleasuring yourself, princess.” Dylan grunted as I moved faster along with him.

Of course I knew how to work myself and make my body feel good, but there’s no denying that Dylan is so much better at it. The way his long and skillfull fingers knowingly curl up inside of me in such a perfect way that not even I knew how to do or the way his sinful tongue flicks expertly against my nub has me wishing that he would just jump on top of me already. But, if there’s one thing Dylan O'Brien certainly loves being is a fucking tease.

“Fuck, baby. Even though this feels good, nothing compares to your beautiful lips and warm mouth wrapped around my cock.” He moaned as my body craved for his touch. “Stop what your doing and come kneel in front of me.”

An exciting idea roared to life in me when I decided to ignore Dylan’s command and willingly get my next strike. I tuned out whatever he had to say and focused on the incredible feeling of my finger pumping inside of me purely to spite him. Which definitely worked because in a matter of seconds I could hear Dylan growling and approaching me. I, suddenly, felt his hands rip mine away from my body and forcefully pull me into him, our naked bodies against each other as we stood.

“Strike two.” He warned through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching and looking sexy as ever.

Before I even knew it, Dylan pushed me down to kneel in front of him and harshly grabbed onto my hair with his hands. Bringing my own hands up, I held onto his thigh with one hand and wrapped around his base with the other. I smirked at Dylan as I licked my lips and gawked at the delicious sight in front of me. I gladly took Dylan’s tip inside of my mouth and he immediately moaned when I did. The first thing my tongue came into contact with was his precum and I can’t deny that I love the salty taste. As I gently sucked his head, my hand began to slowly pump his dick.

One of the many things I love about Dylan is that he’s very responsive and isn’t ashamed in letting me know exactly what he liked. Which is why I already knew that one of his favorite things I do when I give him a blowjob is lick his prominent vein on the underside of his cock at the same time that I very lightly and very carefully graze my teeth against his topside. Dylan let out a throaty groan the second I did exactly that and it seemed to light a fire in him because he immediately took control.

My boyfriend pushed himself fully into my mouth until he was hitting the back of my throat and I was gagging around him, only for him to pull away and do the exact same thing again. Dylan was happily fucking my mouth and, to be honest, I didn’t even mind it. The lust was so far deep in my blood that all I could focus on was how sexy he looked as he practically used me as a fuck toy and how damn good he tasted.

I hollowed my mouth around him to create a much tighter environment for him and the filthy sounds of his shameless moans erupting from his chest made my core ache more than it already had. Due to the fast pace and my wet mouth, it didn’t take long for Dylan to reach his much needed release. I hummed when he unloaded and his hot cum shot straight down my throat, his hips bucking in response.

Once Dylan came down from his high, I pulled him out of my mouth and he shuddered at the contact due to how sensitive he’d become. Wiping away the spit on my mouth and any cum spilling down my chin, I stood up with a smirk on my lips and Dylan immediately kissed me. His dominance faltering for the slightest second so he could show me how much he cared for me through the gentle action. However, the moment we parted, dominant Dylan was back.

“Can you sit on the chair for me, babygirl?” He pointed to the chair under his desk he uses to study his lines as he headed over to the small closet.

“Yes, Daddy.” I obeyed because both of us knew that even though he asked, it wasn’t actually a question.

My eyes widened immediately when I noticed just what he grabbed from the closet and Dylan approached me with an intense grin on his lips. I wanted to desperately ask him why the hell he had that in his trailer or what he thinks he’s about to do to me with it, but I knew that that wouldn’t be the greatest idea.

“It’s not mine.” Dylan defended himself when he obviously saw my shocked facial expression at the metal handcuffs in his hands. “It’s Stiles’, but I don’t see why we can’t have our own little fun with it. What do you think?”

“Well, I know for a fact Stiles and Lydia have a lot of kinky sex with handcuffs.” I smirked, reaching my arms behind the back of the chair for him to lock them there. “So, I say we should also give it a shot, Daddy.”

“That’s my girl.” Dylan smiled, placing the cold metal around my wrists to lock them behind me.

The next thing my boyfriend did was push my legs apart so I was completely opened for him in a way that felt so dirty and exposing but I loved nonetheless. Dylan’s lips instantly wrapped around one of my breasts, already biting down on my nipple, and I whimpered when I couldn’t grip his hair with my fingers. As he teasingly worked on my breast, Dylan brought a hand up to my core and my hips instinctively bucked the second his middle finger rubbed against my sensitive nub. He started slow at first but as soon as he knew I was ready for more, Dylan picked up his middle finger’s pace and, using his other hand, he slid one of his long fingers inside of me.

I couldn’t hold back my moan at the incredible feeling, considering my body had been craving it for the longest time now, and the first finger was immediately followed by a second. I absolutely loved how much Dylan understood my body and exactly what it needed which is why I was already getting close to my release in a matter of minutes. His skillful fingers curled inside of me and pumped with such fervor that I didn’t have any ounce of self control in me anymore. I knew I was about to reach my edge and, much to my dismay, so did Dylan.

“Not yet, princess.” He teased and I whined when he removed his fingers from my soaking wet heat. “You only get to cum when I say so. And I want it to happen around my cock.”

After seeing me completely opened for him and a moaning mess just because of his fingers, Dylan’s erection was already back up and ready for more action. Precum glistened on his tip and even though I did give him head only a few moments ago, I already wanted to do it all over again. What can I say? The man has a delicious dick.

Dylan was pumping himself a little bit as he watched my chest rise and fall from my rapid breathing before grabbing my feet and hitching them up on the chair. He pulled my waist towards the edge of the seat, making me lay down since I still was locked to the back of the chair, and Dylan positioned himself in front of my entrance. Without even giving me a warning, he instantly slammed inside of me and my entire body arched at the invasive act. He waited a few seconds for me to adjust and when I sort of did, Dylan began roughly thrusting into me.

“Fuck, babygirl, you’re always so tight.” Dylan moaned, his face snuggled into my slightly sweaty neck.

The pleasurable feeling of his thick width stretching my tight walls as he pounded in me, quite deeply considering how the position we were in favored his ability to be completely buried inside of me, sparked the orgasm I was so close to reach that Dylan denied up to the surface again. I clenched around him once and he growled against my skin, my entire body vibrating with the sound.

“Don’t cum yet.” He demanded and I whimpered.

Even though I tried to hold it back, I clenched around him once more and this time Dylan immediately brought his face up to glare at me. We were so close that I could feel his breath brushing across my skin and, yet, all I could focus on was the bound knot in my stomach ready to break free any minute now. The thought of going against Dylan’s commands was both terrifying and exciting and, to be honest, I didn’t know which one attracted me more.

“Don’t you dare.” Dylan threatened, bringing one of his hands up to forcefully pull my hair and make me look him straight in the eyes. “I’m serious. Promise Daddy you won’t cum until I allow it.”

“I-I promise, Daddy.” I managed to say through moans. However the second his cock twitched inside of me when I said his favorite nickname, I was long gone and there was no way going back.

My entire body shook, my toes curled against the chair and uncontrollable shouts erupted from my chest as one of the greatest orgasms I’ve ever experienced bolted through my veins. I could feel my core clenching around Dylan’s shaft at the same time that it released all of my pent-up arousal and gushed onto him. I screamed so loudly that I was certain everyone on the Teen Wolf lot heard me and I was also sure that despite not following his orders, Dylan was loving the way I was a mess. Everyone including Sprayberry and Cody knew that the person who just made this young woman scream so much in pleasure was Dylan and that it didn’t even matter how badly they might have wanted her, she was his.

My own release triggered Dylan’s and as I was coming down from my intense high, my boyfriend was reaching his. Dylan’s cock twitched before cumming for the second time today and shooting his liquid inside of me, the incredible feeling of his hot cum running against my walls making me moan. The sound of Dylan’s own moans echoed through the trailer and I watched in awe as his face contorted in pure pleasure. He held onto the edges of the chair tightly, his muscles straining against his arms as he shook.

“Strike three.” Dylan managed to say through his husky and breathless voice once he came down from his high.

The sweet taste of adrenaline rushed though all of my veins and my heartbeat pounded so hard it pulsed inside of my ears the second Dylan said those two simple words. A mixture of concern and lust flooded inside of me and I didn’t quite know which one was stronger.

Dylan slowly slid out of my body, his eyes staring into mine the entire time, and I winced at how sensitive I’ve become. Going back over to the closet, Dylan pulled out a small key and walked over to me again. He hovered over my body, his incredible smell filling my nose, and unlocked the metal cuffs on my hands. They immediately dropped to the floor with a clang and Dylan didn’t even seem to care. Putting the key down on his desk, Dylan stood up straight in front of me.

“Let me ask you a question, princess.” He husked. “Do you think you’re a good girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I answered, bringing my hands over to settle on my lap. “I do.”

“Hmm, well, I happen to think you’re very very naughty.” Dylan murmured. “And do you know what happens to naughty girls, baby? They get spanked.”

Before I could even put together what was about to happen, Dylan harshly grabbed me and made me stand. My boyfriend pushed me down onto the desk, my ass sticking out for him, and he stuck his leg between mine to keep them apart. He slowly began to caress one of my cheeks with the palm of his hand and goosebumps covered my entire body.

“How many should I give you, babygirl?” Dylan teased. “Does ten sound good?”

“N-No, that’s too much.” I stuttered.

“Okay, then, ten it is.” He chuckled darkly and I mentally prepared myself for what was about to come. “Count for me, princess.”

Suddenly, Dylan lifted his hand and roughly slammed it back down on my ass cheek. The intense pain immediately making my hips bucker in response. The ache and pleasure shooting through me and landed straight in the bottom of my stomach, sparking the creation of a familiar knot.

“O-One.” I whimpered and, as soon as I finished speaking, Dylan spanked my same cheek again. “T-Two.”

He repeatedly smacked my right cheek five times in a row, my skin aching intensely with every hit. Everytime he would slap me, the knot inside of my stomach would become tighter and tighter. I knew that by the time he finished spanking me all ten times, that knot would break and I would be orgasming for the second time in this trailer. I was already a shaking, moaning and whimpering mess in his hands and, as embarrassing as it was to be so vulnerable to someone, I couldn’t care less.

Dylan rubbed my right cheek for a few seconds to ease the stinging pain on my skin before moving to my left and striking my ass again without any warning. My knees were wobbling and weak and if it wasn’t for his leg holding me up, I would’ve definitely fallen down my now.

“S-Six.” I mewled, my voice only able to come out as a whisper whilst he continued his punishment on me. “Seven, Eight, Nine.”

By the tenth strike, the extremely tight knot had snapped and spread an insane amount of pleasure inside of me. My vision blurred and went white as my orgasm dissolved in my blood and bones. My body jerked against the desk, my skin digging into the wood, and arousal immediately spilled out of me and ran down Dylan’s thigh. It didn’t matter that my ass was burning in excruciating agony, the pleasure was so much more powerful.

Dylan held onto my hips as I finished reaching my edge and came back down to Earth. His fingers creating tender circles on my skin.

“You okay, baby?” He asked me and I managed to bring myself back up, with his assistance of course.

“Yes, Dylan, I am.” I turned around with a smile on my face, wrapping my arms around his neck for stability.

“I wasn’t too harsh, was I?”

“No, you were perfect.” I shook my head happily, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips.

“Good.” Dylan smiled, his eyes no longer dark and now back to its gentle color. “It’s just, the way Cody looked at you drove me insane and-”

“I know, baby.” I interrupted him before he could finish, caressing the back of his neck with my fingers. “But, I’m not his, I’m yours.”

Dylan smiled at me with everything he had in him and I swooned at how beautiful he was. However, not just in the way he looked or in the way that he always manages to say things that makes me fall in love with him more and more everyday. But, just in the pure way that he is.

Over Fathoms Deep - bittergreens - Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 42/?
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Philip Anderson, Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes, Molly Hooper
Additional Tags: Romance, Alternate Universe - Historical, Historical, Boats and Ships, Sailor!John, Aristocrat!Sherlock, AU, Johnlock Trope Challenge, Sexual Content, Explicit Sexual Content, sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Young!naive!Sherlock, Muscular!Sea-hardened!John, POV Sherlock Holmes, SailorLock, sailinglock, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Virgin Sherlock, Anderson has no redeeming qualities whatsoever, Sherlock is a sad gay baby, boxing lessons, Sherlock’s Violin, sailor!lock, Sailing, First Kiss, Bottom Sherlock Holmes, Top John Watson, Sherlock is a trembling gay flower petal, John is a golden god of sex, First Time, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Frottage, Masturbation, Age of Sail, Regency, Threats of Violence, Threats of sexual violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, THIS STORY WILL HAVE THE HAPPIEST ENDING YOU CAN POSSIBLY STOMACH, but there will be angst and conflict along the way, and also lots and lots of sex


When the youngest son of the aristocratic Holmes family is shipped off to sea in an attempt to cure him of his poor temper and bad manners, he fully expects to spend a long tedious voyage as miserable as ever. What he does not count on is having his heart stolen by the strapping young crewman, John Watson.


NO! YOUR EYES DO NOT DECEIVE YOU! IT IS TRULY A **NEW** CHAPTER!!!!! *flings anchor-shaped confetti*

GO READ IT!!!!! :D :D :D 

Miscellaneous Hermione FFs List

I decided to make this list for my own personal reference as well as for anyone who is looking for some interesting Hermione-pairing fanfics. I suck at writing summaries and it’s been a while since I’ve read some of these stories so I apologize in advance for any discrepancies! Without further due, here are some memorable fanfics I’ve read so far in no particular order:

Dramione (Draco x Hermione)

A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy- Countess of Abe. Complete. Genre: Romance/Drama. Rated M: Sexual situations. Word Count: 136,998 (25 chapters).

Now in their 20′s, some of Hogwart’s former students have gotten married and have kids, including Draco Malfoy. Except he was an idiot who got forced into a shotgun wedding and the only good that came out of it was his son, Zane. Now that he’s finally divorced, he’s back on the market as a wealthy, successful, and single dad but his gold-digging ex-wife has a plan to take Zane away from him. Draco is left with no choice but to turn to a woman who he had scorned and bullied throughout his school years to help save his family. Hermione seems to think she can help them and come out unscathed, but she has no idea how much her life was about to change the more she got involved with the “hottie” daddy. 

The Deadline - Lena Phoria. Complete. Genre: Romance/Drama. Rated M: Smutastic. Word Count: 329,548 (39 chapters). 

By sheer coincidence or stroke of fate, Draco and Hermione are reunited many years after graduation, at the very same graduation ceremony of their respective children. Maybe it’s because they’re both miserable in their marriages or maybe all the repressed sexual tension have finally come bursting out, now that they’re no longer confined by the rules and prejudices of Hogwarts, but the two find themselves involved in a scandalous affair. How will they hide their naughty secret from everyone, especially when what started out as a one night stand evolves into something so much more? 

Almost Perfect, Almost Yours - BelleOfSummer. Complete. Genre: Romance. Rate M: Violence/Smut/Angst. Word Count: 237,158 (50 chapters). 

Hermione had been raised as a perfect Pureblood princess, believing she belonged to one of the oldest Pureblood families around, the Puceys. It was because of her bloodline that she was able to meet a mischievous but charming boy from another old and prestigious Pureblood family named Draco Malfoy. Their meeting and budding romance all seemed like it was out of a fairy tale, except when one day she found out the shattering truth of her past. They had promised to love each other, no matter what, but will Draco be able to keep his promise after finding out that Hermione wasn’t as pure as he thought? How important will blood purity be to to him as he succumbs to the darkness of serving under Lord Voldemort? 

The Mind Trap - LainellaFay. Complete. Genre: Romance/Angst/Hurt&Comfort. Rated T: I CRIED. Word Count:  4,636 (One-shot). 

Hermione’s a busy person, working as a healer in St. Mungo. So why does she keep bumping into Draco Malfoy here? That prat. He can’t seem to stop annoying her even when they’re out of school. And who is this blond haired, greyed eye man who keeps visiting her? Why does he seem so sad? Merlin, all these people need to leave her alone. Can’t they see that she’s busy? Busy, busy, busy….

Brokeninadaze22. Complete. Genre: Angst/Romance. Rated M: PTSD, angsty af. Word Count: 367,993 (36 chapters).

After the war had ended, Hermione disappeared and only to quietly reappear years later - completely broken. Her closest friends felt abandoned by her and now shun her, not understanding the excruciating loss she had gone through. Ironically, she finds support from former enemies, including one (albeit reluctant) Draco Malfoy. Draco was never one especially equipped to deal with strong and deep emotions, let alone being a source of comfort to another. But as Draco delves into Hermione’s past, he discovers that it isn’t just she who needed that special someone to take the pain away. 

Love In A Time Of The Zombie Apocalypse - Rizzler. Ongoing. Genre: Horror/Romance. Rated M: Violence/Gore/Mild Smut. Word Count: 241,300 (65 chapters). 

After the fall of Voldemort, an even bigger threat to humanity emerges - the dead coming to life and eating the living. Hermione Granger, one of the crucial members in a rag tag group of surviving specialists, finds herself battling old prejudices as she is forced to work with convicted terrorist and scientific genius, Draco Malfoy, to find a cure. As time is running out and the pressure is on, the two find their new relationship put to the test as they encounter threats in the new world that are even more dangerous than the undead. 

Five Days - RavieSnake. Complete. Genre: Drama/Suspense/Romance. Rated M: Graphic depictions of injuries/MIGHT MAKE U CRY CUZ I DID. Word Count: 32,001 (14 chapters). 

Draco and Hermione find themselves trapped in a crevice of a cliff and no one knows they’re there. Not only do the two have to fight the elements to survive for as long as they can, but they end up fighting past hurts as they open up to each other, just when it seems like they won’t have much time left on this planet anyways. It’s funny how sometimes you only realize how important someone is to you when you’re about to lose them. 

Claiming Hermione - ilke. Ongoing/Hiatus/Abandoned?. Genre: Romance/Angst. Rated M: Graphic smut but oh so good. Word Count:  118,833 (33 chapters).

Sometimes all it takes is one gesture of kindness, to change someone’s life. For Draco, it was when the least suspecting person in all of Hogwarts lent him a shoulder to cry upon after finding out his parent’s tragic fate. For Hermione, it seemed like it was no big deal, after all she was used to being a pillar of support for anyone who needed it, even for blond snarky jerks like Draco. She didn’t expect anything in return, so how was she to know her brief moment with Draco would open the door to something so sinful but so right?

Tomione (Tom Riddle x Hermione)

Somewhere In Time - Serpent In Red. Complete. Genre: Romance/Adventure. Rated M: Violence/implied sexy times. Word Count:  360,029 (63 chapters).

They were brawling with Draco Malfoy one minute and the next, they found themselves on top of the young Dark Lord, literally. As Hermione, Harry, Ginny, and Draco scramble to find out how and why they were sent back into time, they must also try to avoid the attention of the ever observant Tom Riddle. This proves to be a little difficult as he quickly becomes obsessed with Hermione after realizing he particularly liked her brand of fire. As the group learn to get over their past differences and come closer to reaching a way to return home, Tom makes it clear that no one is going to take away his little lioness - not Dumbledore, not Grindelwald, not Death, not even time itself.

Ultima Ratio - Winterblume. Complete. Genre: Romance/Angst/Hurt&Comfort. Rated M: Abusive relationship/violence/Tom is a dick here. Word Count:  772,571 (54 chapters). 

After losing her best friends to Voldemort and his Death Eaters, Hermione accidentally sends herself back into time where she meets the teenage Voldemort, Tom Riddle. She had planned to enroll into Hogwarts in the mean time to research how to send herself back to the present, not to become Tom’s object of rapt interest. The plan falls apart as her gentle heart could not stand by and watch as the young Dark Lord is unfairly punished and tortured, becoming his savior and opening herself up to his manipulations. To Tom, she was seemingly the perfect match to his own until he finds out her secret. Violence, hurt, and angst ensues but the looming threat of Grindelwald is the final catalyst that has them questioning what truly matters, ultimately. 

His PersephoneReneehart. Ongoing. Genre: Romance/Adventure. Rated M: Mild smut/some violence. Word Count: 190,966 (26 chapters). 

The outcome in the war against Voldemort is looking bleak and Dumbledore is desperate for a way to turn the tides. He convinces Hermione to go on a mission back into time to infiltrate his group of followers and sabotage him before he can rise to power. When Hermione finally meets Tom Riddle, she finds it increasingly difficult to focus between her mission and losing control to her desires. On the other hand, Tom seamlessly incorporates his newfound, worthy companion into his plans for world domination. But how long will she be the Queen to his King before she’s able to ruin him from the inside out? Or will he find out his Queen is actually his downfall in disguise? 

Muderer’s Mazeibuzoo. Ongoing. Genre: Horror/Angst. Rated M: GORE GALORE. Word Count: 65,276 (13 chapters). 

There’s a serial killer on the loose in London that would make even Hannibal Lecter proud. Special Agent Hermione is assigned to piece together the clues the maniacal genius left behind. Meanwhile her partner is none other than Draco Malfoy - a handsome, charming, but also pain in the ass Intelligence Officer. Together, they must work against the clock to track down and stop the killer before he commits his next heinous murder. Hermione will become entangled in a mad man’s mind as she learns what it means to be human.  

Nothing SpecialWinterblume. Complete. Genre: Tragedy. Rated M: Depressing af, I cried again. Word Count: 1,373 (One-shot).

Tom Riddle didn’t expect to get involved with her to this extent. And things weren’t supposed to turn out the way it did. But it did and there’s nothing that can change it. Does he regret what happened? Maybe, maybe not. After all, she wasn’t supposed to be anything special to him.

School DaysMeowmers. Complete. Genre: Romance/Friendship. Rated M: Tom is a lil scary kid. Word Count: 133,702 (14 chapters).

Hermione’s personality is one of her strongest points but it has also made it difficult for her to make friends. One day she encounters an older, mysterious and intimidating boy named Tom and the two develop a strange friendship. Their relationship changes over time but one thing remains the same – Tom’s protectiveness over the sole person he cares about in this world. As his ambitions grow, so does his enemies and they will learn the hard way not to mess with his only true friend.

MafiosoMeowmers. Complete. Genre: Romance/Drama. Rated M: May or may not involve getting nasty in public. Word Count: 12,121 (One-shot).

Hermione Granger is a law student working part time in one of New York’s biggest firms as a secretary for its mysterious and intelligent CEO, Tom Riddle. One night while working late she discovers a huge secret her boss has been hiding from his employees, putting her in incredible danger. On top of that, she has a very important wedding to attend soon – her ex’s to be exact – and she’s going alone. Maybe she and Tom can find a solution to each other’s dilemma that would be to each other’s mutual benefit, along with some other mutually beneficial fun times.  

DamnedMeowmers. Complete. Genre: Horror/Romance. Rated M: Grotesque scenes. Word Count: 38,573 (4 chapters).  

Hermione had lost her parents and was trying to move on with her life with the help of her best friends Harry and Ron. When they move into her old house, they find an old Ouija board and decide to have a little bit of fun to take their minds off of things. Since then she has noticed strange occurrences happening within her home that have become increasingly terrifying. She had been looking for a sweet dream to cure her depression and never would have thought it instead would come in the form of a beautiful nightmare.

Nagini Ate Your Homeworkbloomsburry. Complete. Genre: Horror/Romance. Rated M: GRAPHIC SMUT/dub-con. Word Count: 4,564 (One-shot). 

Hermione Granger has always been a feisty girl with a hard head for competition. She battled with everyone – her friends, her classmates, even her own professor, Tom Riddle. One day she gets asked to stay behind in class because Professor Riddle’s pet snake had apparently eaten her homework and as her smart mouth gears up to give him a chewing, he quickly finds another way to preoccupy it.  

Voldemione (Voldemort x Hermione)

Empathetic SeductionNerysDax. Complete. Genre: Romance. Rated M: Fight/makeup smex?. Word Count: 16,187 (One-shot).  

Voldemort has won the war and now rules over the wizarding world. But all hope is not lost, as Hermione goes undercover as Madame Cleo, the owner of a brothel where she can make any and all fantasies come true. In reality, her prostitutes work as spies to gather insider information from Death Eaters to use in their secret resistance movement. One day, she receives a call from her employee, panicking over the surprise appearance of the Dark Lord at her brothel. Apparently, Bellatrix Lestrange’s recent visit to her brothel did not amuse him and he offers her a challenge she could not refuse, or else. Who will truly win in this game of deceit, wit, power, and seduction?

Theomione (Theodore Nott x Hermione)

Tying The Nott ShayaLonnie. Ongoing. Genre: Romance/Drama. Rated M: Sexual situations/Theo is so hot damn. Word Count: 113,781 (37 chapters). 

After the war Hermione had found success as an employee of the Ministry and who else would be her annoying coworker but Draco Malfoy. Indeed, it seemed like the future they had hope for post-war had come true when former house rivals were now all working adults and surprisingly, good friends. Whereas everyone seemed to have found their place in the new world along with their soul mates, Hermione had yet to find success in the romance department. That is, until Draco came to her with a vital problem – his friend and former Death Eater, Theodore Nott, was dying and only she could save him by marrying him.

Thormione (Thorfinn Rowle x Hermione)

A Promise UnspokenKittenshift17. Ongoing. Genre: Romance/Drama/Angst. Rated M: No full blown sex but some sexual situations/Hermione is underage (for now). Word Count: 188,069 (32 chapters). 

Goody two shoes Hermione had gotten herself into trouble with a 7th year Slytherin boy named Thorfinn Rowle. Poor girl, she had no idea that the Viking hunk of a bad boy never lets anyone mess with him and get away with it. Unfortunately for Thorfinn, he hadn’t count on becoming increasingly fond of the fiery little lioness but he had already put his revenge into action. Now he has find a way to deal with his mistakes as well as keep them hidden from her, for he would die if she found out, quite literally.

Every Ladynoir Fic Ever (for Bullysquadess)

Happy Birthday @bullysquadess ! Thanks to you I’ve been sucked into this fandom and achieved minor internet infamy. Please enjoy this finely roasted Ladynoir in honor of your name day.

Disclaimer: This is a work of parody aimed at overall fandom trends and not at any one author or story. None of this is meant as a personal attack on anyone; just a sporking of common Ladynoir fandom tropes.

Please enjoy.

The cerulean skies above Paris’ venerable and antediluvian streets gave way into a rich mauve tinged with the auburn hues of a dying day. On the streets below, Parisians came and went, unaware that the most romantic act in the history of the cosmos was being prepared not three stories above them.

“And we all say

“Oh, well I never, was there ever

A cat so clever as magical

Mr. Mistoffelees”

Humming a jaunty cat-like song to himself (AN: get it? It’s because he’s a cat), Chat Noir went about lighting each of the two thousand one hundred and sixty two candles strewn about the rooftop; one for every hour he knew and loved the most wonderful, sublime, perfect, flawless, radiant, resplendent, exalted, magnificent, regal, truncular, and ethereal girl in all of Paris.

Nay, all the world!

Such was his love that he converted the rooftop retreat where they were to meet for their Nightly Evening Patrol into a lush, romantic scene out of Kenneth Branagh’s wettest Shakespearean dream. Laurels and ivy hung from every corner of the confused tenant’s roof. A record player played a suave Edith Pilaf song (AN: because they’re French) as celebrity chef Wolfgang Puck prepared a delightful evening meal for Paris’ greatest heroes- prime roasted rib, herbed potatoes, and garden salad for the Lady, and half-cup of Friskies “Friend-Zone” mix for the gent.

Chat may have spent upwards of eighteen thousand euro on his little surprise, but it was money well spent. After all, it was the three-week anniversary of the first time Ladybug accidentally spat on him when trying to dislodge a fabulous booger from her perfect nostrils! Such an occasion demanded splendor the likes of which Paris had never seen before. The rooftop scene before him made Versailles look like a dilapidated crack den full of sentient cockroaches, but still it wasn’t enough for his Lady, his partner, his love, his star, his treasure, his catnip (AN: get it? it’s because he’s like…a cat and stuff) his everything, his-

“Whats up ass clown?” Ladybug greeted, swinging onto the rooftop and shattering the intricate four thousand euro Ladybug ice sculpture centerpiece like it was Chat’s heart.

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This post by @houndpitspub made me want to talk about the krogan in details. 

First, a few facts:
-The krogan were uplifted by the salarians. They didn’t evolve on their own which really caused problems later (ahem…)
-They were used by other races to kill the galaxy’s biggest threat at the time (the Rachni)
-They got greedy after that and expanded too quickly, refusing to stop after being asked
-They got punished in a way that is close to genocide with the genophage haunting them for years and making many krogan stop believing in the future of their species
-Despite all odds, you can cure the genophage in ME3 and you can unite them

Now, Urdnot Bakara tells us many times during ME3 that krogan aren’t just vicious creatures who only want violence. They are told and trained to be violent and grow up loving it but they also have traditions, rites, beliefs. There is beauty in their past. We also know that not all krogan are the same.

Now in Andromeda:
-Other species try to use them once again and they leave to create their own colony
-New Tuchanka has scientists of different disciplines. A lot of creativity and efforts are made to make the colony a good place to live
-Several krogan mention they don’t want New Tuchanka to be like the old Tuchanka, meaning they want to treat the colony better. Some of them even said naming it “New Tuchanka” was a bad idea - meaning they perfectly understand what they did in Tuchanka was wrong
-They also mention that while they have problems, they feel a lot more relaxed in this colony, which leads to them having community-based games like LARPING with “Krantt: The Ragening!” where krogan can meet friends and have fun in a supportive environment (sure it goes wrong at some point but fucking trolls, they show up everywhere!)
-The Shaman recognizes that a feud between two krogan will lead to more problems so he wants to perform The Rite of The Union, making the two krogan fight a common enemy. He’s basically trying to make peace the krogan way
-For the very FIRST time, krogan fathers are going to raise kids with the females of the clan. One of them has a lot of questions and suggests fathers get together and “keep it safe” with “no explosive rounds”
-One of them suggests all male krogan watch a movie about courtship to see what should NOT be done when courting

And there are more examples!

Doesn’t that show a serious change? 
I’m not saying it’s all perfect because OBVIOUSLY they’re still krogan and one or two people dying at a social event is basically business as usual, but they’re trying really hard to avoid making the mistakes they made before. They’re trying to be better. More than that: they’re having all those gatherings to have a better community. Not everything is perfect, but we have to believe in them now.
They’re capable of so much more than fighting. They *want* to do more than just fight all the time. 

some alec and magnus headcanons:

(and more headcanons since i guess i can’t stop)

  • magnus is 100% the type of person who has a song for every occasion. alec knows almost none of them, but you’ll still catch him singing the lyrics he’s learned from magnus sometimes. he doesn’t have nearly the same sense of timing that magnus does though.
    • after alec leaves sometimes, magnus will sing the line “i’m outta my head hopelessly devoted to you” at the door behind him and alec catches him at it once but doesn’t let him know until he surprises him with a (terrible) rendition of the full song with the lyrics rewritten to be positive on what would have been his anniversary with lydia, if magnus hadn’t asked just once more. this is excellent timing. magnus cries.
  • magnus introduces alec to pop music. and to sex music – both the concept and his own playlist. alec thinks that maybe jace wasn’t always wrong about getting more familiar with the mundane world but he doesn’t regret putting it off til now for a second.
  • in addition to saying his full name as though it were the only word that’s ever mattered as a term of endearment, magnus calls alec “dear heart.” alec loves this more than anything.
  • magnus finds alec’s enthusiastic inexperience to be devastatingly charming in bed.
  • it helps also that alec takes direction well. extremely well.
  • alec, for his part, loves direction. loves knowing without doubt how to make magnus feel good. loves making magnus feel good. also he learns so much. soooooooo much. he had no idea there were so many positions for this type of thing. so many uses for hands and tongues. so many reasons to laugh in breathless, boundless joy while gettin’ jiggy with it (a phrase magnus bans him from using, can hardly believe he even uttered in the first place).
  • alec likes whiskey sours and pretty much no other kind of alcoholic beverage. (he can be talked into amaretto sours and will take orange juice in either – the latter is how magnus excuses their occasional breakfast drinking: “it’s just a variation on the mimosa theme, alexander.” he looks up at alec from over his own full glass, coy in full effect. “drink with me.” alec’s weak for this and he’s fine with it.) it takes them an entire day devoted to finding alec a drink he likes to discover it and as soon as magnus sees alec with it, he thinks “duh” and never offers him vodka anything ever again.
  • alec does get righteously drunk on vodka once – straight vodka, on his own. something goes bad at the institute – magnus never does find out quite what – and neither izzy nor jace are speaking to alec, for their own reasons, and alec shows up at magnus’ loft drunk off his ass. he chose vodka because it seemed faster and painful – magnus sees him gazing at his raw hand on the fire escape – and he pukes over and over and over again with magnus leaning over him feeling murderous towards everyone who had anything to do with alec feeling this way. they get through the night in magnus’ bathroom, alec telling him painful, incoherent things the whole time. magnus does not cure his hangover the next day, though he wants to, because he does not do things to alec’s body without permission – bar instances of immediate threat to alec’s life or someone else’s – and he does not have permission.
    • (there’s one particular story that alec tells about how proud his mother was of him taking a punishment doled out when he was a child, for being too good at something – “no one even knew it hurt, i couldn’t lay on my back for a week, but no one knew,” he tells magnus proudly. magnus thinks seriously that he’s going to be the one puking now. he also thinks that someone should save all four of maryse’s kids from her and save her from herself if that’s at all possible at this point. he thinks he’s gonna have to not be in a room with her for a very long time.)
  • after that alec decides that talking to magnus while sober is always a better dealing-with-shit strategy if he doesn’t want to wake up to his boyfriend insisting that he unpack some of the emotional issues he accidentally spilled to him and holding an overwhelming plate of the world’s fluffiest pancakes, saying, “you’re gonna wanna eat sooner rather than later, alec. yes i know this sucks, dear heart, but trust me. also, try to drink your body weight in water, starting right now.”
  • magnus has little to no concept of alec being just as gone on him as he is on alec and when alec figures that out, he spends a lot more time staring lovingly at magnus when they talk. he also gets a lot more handsy in public and magnus has had to pull him off of more than a few people who make snide comments about a warlock with a shadowhunter. soon, the spell where he pulls alec back by the fist is so familiar to them both that alec routinely takes it into a full backwards somersault and pops up on his feet at magnus’ side, where magnus has stepped to give him room to stick the landing.
  • magnus has a thing for ’90s bollywood. alec is still trying to figure out which songs are imaginary and which are actually happening in the story. he learns how to say “i love you” in hindi though and uses it a lot. he also uses the pet names he picks up, though he hasn’t quite grasped the pronunciations for most of them yet. he’s trying and honestly, most of the time magnus can’t hear it past the pounding of his pulse in his ears anyway because alec doesn’t do terms of endearment lightly so magnus doesn’t hear them lightly.
  • the first time magnus saw alec without his pants on he said, “boxer briefs, thank god.”
    • he followed this up by licking just above the waistband where it rested on alec’s stomach, hands on alec’s hips. this set off the biggest stutter spell in alec to date, which only calmed down after magnus kissed him on the mouth three times, i.e. once he had no choice but to use all his air for recovery.
  • magnus buys a punching bag for his loft. for shirtless alec reasons.
  • using it is alec’s version of “come hither” at least half the time.
  • they get caught fooling around in alec’s room at the institute – by clary, of course, because she, like jace, has no concept of knocking – exactly once before they never do that again. jace actually has to pay raj off to get him to stop talking about it. raj was passing by when clary spooked them and they started grabbing clothes and pulling on the wrong ones (magnus too frazzled to magick them clothed again which has never happened in his life but being intimate with alec just. throws him the fuck off his game) and he regards it as the best moment of his life. alec and magnus regard it as one of their worst. although that thing with his tongue that alec had figured out how to do just before that moment was pretty special, in magnus’ opinion.
  • alec is drifting one morning, laying against magnus’ chest in their bed, when he asks about the name magnus’ mother gave him. magnus tells him. “mm,” alec buzzes. “i think we should offer that name to the first child we adopt. they can take it as a middle name maybe.” and then he’s gone, completely asleep. magnus’ heart trembles.

„You- You have cat ears-“

“Shut up.”

“Cat ears! Oh my God-“

“I said shut up!”

“But- Cat ears, Tony! And they move! You’re angry right now, right? They’re all flat against your hair.”

Tony whirls around, glaring, and Steve drops the hand he’s raised to reach out and touch the pair of black, triangular ears sprouting from Tony’s head. The cat ears twitch in annoyance, pointing briefly towards Steve, then they lay back flat as Tony grumbles.

“Yes, I am angry, but you don’t need these- these- abdominations to tell!”

Steve barely stifles a laugh; especially when he also spots a black sleek tail that now puffs up in response. “Don’t say that, Tony. You look cute.”

And his lover does. It’s adorable to watch these big ears react so honestly to Tony’s emotions.  Of course Steve can understand why it pisses the brunet off; he’s taught himself for years how to hide behind a practiced mask and now these new appendages give away how he feels all the time.

“Cute!”, Tony repeats with a hiss that sounds a lot like a cat’s. “I’m not- cute, cute is the last thing I want to be! I want to get rid of these things!”

That could be a bit difficult, Steve muses. The reason Tony even has cat ears and a tail currently is a magical one, after all – and since they aren’t an immediate threat for anyone, it’s not like they’re on a time limit to find a cure.

Steve tries to approach Tony again, places one hand on the back of his lover’s neck and rubs gently. Tony tenses at first; turns to make an escape, but Steve simply catches him with his other hand on Tony’s waist, keeping him in place while he rubs soothing circles into the tense muscles.

“Come on, sweetheart”, he murmurs lowly, watching the brunet shiver. “You really look cute. And Thor said this spell should wear off in a few days. Bear with them, hm?”

He can feel how Tony tenses up again, gets ready to argue and fight back – but in the end, he gives a noisy sigh and slumps backwards against Steve’s chest, ears now hanging down. Steve smiles into brown hair and moves to press a kiss to Tony’s temple.

“There you go. Now, what do you think about taking a nap?” His hand wanders, from his lover’s waist over his side, to his back and then further up, fingers closing gently around one of Tony’s new cat ears and rubbing. The effect is immediate; the brunet shudders and relaxes even further, even though Steve can feel his tail slap against his leg in annoyance.

“Let’s go take a nap, Tony”, Steve suggests again – and smiles when Tony turns around in his arms, kisses him and nods.

I… have no excuse-…. random Cat!Tony feels because why the hell not!

Tony with cat ears is so cute-

(( Pssst, @saved-by-the-notepad- is it okay to tag you in this- bc you’re always the first one I think of when seeing Cat!Tony realted things aaaah))

Catch and Release

mcreyes week day three - f i r e f l ie s

Gabriel kept rewinding the footage, not believing what he was seeing. His heart ached inside of him each time he heard the bang! and saw his agent fall to the ground.

He rewinds the video again.

This time he won’t pull the trigger.

But Jesse McCree still stands behind Taylor while he’s in front of the bathroom sink. Jesse McCree still pulls the trigger. The mirror in front of them covers with blood and Taylor’s hollowed head bounces on the sink before his body stumbles to the ground. McCree sheathes Peacekeeper, washes the drops of blood that stain his face and walks away, hat hiding the devil’s eyes.

“Gabriel,” Jack’s soar voice gets him to stop pushing the button. “That’s enough. We need to act now.”

Gabriel frowns at Jack, tired old Jack who let a criminal in between his agents. Who let his own guard down and allowed McCree to sit at his table during lunch. The same McCree he has asked on a few Overwatch missions because he was fitting for a spot they needed to fill.

The same Jesse McCree Gabriel held hands during their winter walks. The ex-gang member Gabriel kissed when the sun woke up on the first day of summer. Jesse McCree, who kissed, caressed and bit every inch and secret spot on Gabriel’s body, who cured his aching bones after battles and sang lullabies to get Reyes to fall asleep during restless nights.

Gabriel gazes over the coffee table of his office, where a nice case is set. Inside, his two shotguns lay comfortable, like a brand new present every time he opens it.

“I’ll take care of it.”

Gabriel makes his way to Jesse’s room and plans to not stay long. He won’t linger on the memories they’ve shared between those walls, nor how his own scent is kept between the threats of Jesse’s sheets. When Gabriel slides his card and enters, he feels something is wrong before the lights turn on.

Jesse’s sand colored covers are gone, along with his smell. The drawers of his dresser are opened, what’s left are the dark pieces from Blackwatch uniforms, even his black cowboy hat Gabe gave him for missions remains on top of the dresser. There’s nothing Jesse about this room anymore, but the small chip on top of the nightstand with smeared blood and Jesse’s ID.

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“Those brass knuckles only work on angels.”

So the British Men of Letters, for some reason, have weapons that only work against angels.  Not that they’re good against monsters, or against angels and demons, but specifically, simply, angels.

I find myself going back and forth between two hypothesis.  We know because of S9 that the American MoL back in the 50s had been working on a grace extraction spell (curiously at the same time that they were trying to cure demonic possession); that means knowledge of angels and access to former vessels.

How many shades of grey are there between tracking an angel, and creating weapons to hurt them?  Were angels always this great unknown power that needed watching and to be defended against, or did the Brits decide during the last, oh, eight years, that angels were a threat?

Either way, whether the weapons are new or old, Ketch said he “loves an angel.”  Given what we know of Ketch, I don’t think he means as conversation partners or drinking buddies.  After all, he rather enjoys vampires.

I’m starting to ask myself how many angels died during the S8 finale Fall, and how many just never made it home.

cloudsaysthings  asked:

Hey fren! How would the companions react to the Sole Survivor getting the mole rat disease at Vault 81?

Sorry it took so long old pal!


Ada: Ada wouldn’t know what to do. The poor bot would feel like how she did with the whole Jackson situation.

Cait: She’d be pissed. At mole rats, at vault-tec, at the world, at everything. “Couldn’t that little brat keep his nose out of other people business!”

Codsworth: Seeing his family get ripped away from him hurt too much the first time, and now a threat of a second time was too much to bare. He’d do anything to make them comfortable and make them feel at ease.

Curie: Curie would hate herself for not being able to make another cure. She was happy that Austin was able to live, but seeing one of her greatest friend has helped many others in so many different ways makes her wish she had tried harder do she could return the favor.

Danse: He’d quickly have the brotherhood take a molerat and have the scribes make a new formula. He would be in the worst mood imaginable at that point. “Why should they get that disease? All they’ve been is kind, and all they’ve done was help those in need.”

Deacon: At first he’d crack a few jokes to ease the tension, but would gradually become even more of a wreck as their condition gets worse.

Dogmeat: The poor pup would be a wreck. He sensed that something was weird after their last trip to vault 81 and sure enough they got sick. Dogmeat would always stay by their side, and whimper and whine as ge watched them suffer.

Gage: He knew the nosy little brat didn’t deserve it. “Didn’t someone ever tell him to keep to himself?” Needless to say he was beyond pissed. It broke him to see such a strong and determined leader at an all time low.

Hancock: The normally relaxed ghoul would be flipping out. Was he happy the kid got the cure? Yes. Was he happy sole was risking life and limb to get it? Why not. Did he know they would actually get the disease? Hell no. For one of the first times in a long time he doesn’t have that smug smirk on his face.

Longfellow: This old grouch would for once be sober, and more upset than grouchy. He wishes there was something he could do to help since they’ve helped him and everyone on the island. But to no avail. The only thing he can do is sit beside them and give them some whiskey to numb the pain.

Maccready: Like Deacon he’d try and crack a few jokes, but then he’d vecome more upset and rest his head in his hands. “First Duncan got a deadly disease, and now sole? What the hell is wrong with this place?”

Nick: Nick would be distraught. Here was this amazing person that seemed to leave a trail of love and peace everywhere they went and this is what they get in return? It just didn’t seem fair to him.

Piper: During the begging she’d try and keep up her hopes. “You’ll get better soon, you’ll see.” But then as then as it slowly got worse, all her faith would fade with it. “Oh blue…“ would be the only words she could say before bursting into tears.

Preston: Preston would be stressed, angry, and most of all distraught. “The General didn’t deserve to get sick! All they’ve been doing is helping people and this is how they’re repaid?” He’d lose all hope.

Strong: “What’s wrong with human? Human stronger than this!”

X6-88: This is one of the only times his calm, cool composure is lost. Not only was the future and hope for the Institute sick, but his friend was as well.

Four white walls [Suho LuckyOne!AU]

genre: Suho LuckyOne!AU
type: drabble/scenario
characters: Suho, reader, etc
do not re-post without permission, this is my work
So this is like a lucky one AU (like inspired in the MV) but also the lyrics of the song. Xo, Ara~

Four white walls were all I had. Four white walls were all that separated me from the world outside. Four white walls made me a prisoner and a dreamer, because as I lived most of my days inside that white room, I could only think and dream of one thing: her.

It was her thought what kept me alive and sane, her thought that gave me all I had to plan our escape. We were going to be free, I was finally going to see the world with her. It wasn’t that easy though, those four walls had kept me in for a long time, they were made specially for us.

Kyungsoo was weak inside his four walls, Chanyeol couldn’t cast fire, Baek lived in darkness, and I… somehow couldn’t flood a room. We were useless in that facility, with one exception.

The tests.

There were no windows but you adapt, you feel when the sun rises outside. We had those gifts for a reason, we were connected to the Earth, and we could use that in our favor too. We just had to be smart, quick, and create a perfect plan.

Once a month they took us out of our room, once a month we saw each other faces. We only had three ours every month to create a plan to escape. It was a hard fight but not impossible. After all we were inside that facility because they thought we were superior, they thought we were stronger.

I didn’t think I would see the end of our stay in that place. I didn’t think I would leave enough to free my family and see her sparkly eyes again. 
In just one moment we went from prisoners to a threat to free creatures. But we went through hell, even if it lasted just a second. 
That facility was specially built for us, it was almost impossible to escape.

The storm came, the whole place trembled. Loud thunders sounded outside, fires started everywhere.
I heard guns, I heard screams. The people that tortured us, the people that we feared were now scared of us. We were actual monsters, and we couldn’t stop.

They were afraid because they had been researching all this time for a cure or a way to stop us without success. But we knew how, but of course survival comes first. There was no possible way we would tell them. 

There was blood everywhere, I saw how Xiumin’s ice took all the life on his path, I saw how Sehun created tornadoes inside small rooms, how everything was being devastated, how the beasts were finally out.

We live in a world of chaos, we live in a world of fear, in a world where more than utopias you find dystopias. We live in a world where the people that are supposed to help are seen as threats. And we could threats, threats to the ones that come in our way. 
But we all had something to protect, something to live for, something that kept our humanity untouched. I had her, the girl that had been calling me day after day, night after night in my dreams. 

The girl that gave me the strength to escape, the girl that made me feel like one of the lucky ones. One of the lucky ones that are able to find that, that we call soulmates. 

Now I’m here, narrating my story though some old radio, hoping she is listening, hoping she knows I’m looking for her. These are times of chaos, times of calamity. But we are here for you to know, that even the most terrible beast, even in the worst scenarios, can find that thing we all are looking for. Hope.
My name is Kim Junmyeon and this is the story of how me and my family escaped, how we saved ourselves from the hands of those who have lost their hearts. This is Kim Junmyeon climbing over and over, walking a strange path and following a silver compass that might not exactly lead me to the north, just to find one girl, one spark of light in this world of darkness. 
We might be monsters, but we are also lucky ones, just like those who haven’t lost their hearts. 

anonymous asked:

How would UF and UT Sans and Papyrus react to their S/O if Alphys accidentally shrunk them to only 4 or5 inches tall?

♥UF Sans: He’s absolutely pissed at her, and forces her to work on a cure. While you waiting, he keeps you in the house and neither of you leave for the remainder of your time spent tiny. There is no way he’s letting you go out when you’re this venerable. He’ll do his best to feed you and the majority of the time will probably be spent with you and him (sort of) cuddling in the couch.

♥UF Papyrus: Boss is even more pissed than this brother. He’ll be throwing threats at her left and right while he has her pinned to the wall. She has to find a cure for it if she wants to continue living. Papyrus lets you come on patrol with him because there’s no way he’s going to just sit inside all day and there is defiantly no way he’s going to leave you home alone, so you ride along on his shoulder.

♥SF Sans: Like Boss he’s pissed and forces Undyne to make you a cure. While you’re waiting, he takes you home and makes you your own tiny meals and gives you a silk pillow to sleep on.

♥SF Papyrus: Rus isn’t quite as mad as the others because he and Swapfell Undyne are friend, but he’s constantly worried about you. You’re so small and fragile (and adorable), and he’s worried that he might accidentally hurt you. While you’re waiting for Undyne to make a cure, he will be constantly asking you if you’re alright or if there’s anything you need. If you give him the go ahead, he’ll pick you up and (sort of) cuddle you while you both watch TV.

anonymous asked:

Fic recs would be amazing!!! Badass Sam fic recs :D

We are actually working on a Sam-centric fic rec and plan to post more recs of longer fics :) In the meantime, safiyabat has a wonderful collection of BAMF!Sam recs and also started a wonderful blog for Sam-centric fic recs HERE where everyone can go submit their favorites!

As for my favorite badass Sam fics, four come to mind:

  • A man with his insides out and his outsides off: Sam goes back in time to try to save Dean from going to hell.
  • Treasure: The human race is almost extinct, wiped out by a mutant threat not even the angels saw coming. In this future AU, Sam works as a scientist to find the cure. He has a permanent injury but still is a badass soldier as well.
  • The Hunter Games: Fantastic AU set in the HG universe that wonderfully weaves in early seasons canon when Sam still has his psychic powers.
  • A Fire Ever Burning: Another amazing AU that seamlessly weaves canon from the first 5 seasons into a completely different universe. Sam is a healer and a leader in this.
  • The Witch is Dead: A case fic that extends over multiple years, Sam is a badass from start to finish. He does multiple gutsy things, including biting a witch’s finger off when he was just a wee thing :)

anonymous asked:

oh my god you're nirejseki and you're taking prompts? ohmigod. ok what to ask for. wait wait. i just finished daredevil s02 and i, unsurprisingly, liked the punisher. because gruff buff grumps who are constantly lowkey in great agony and highkey ready to blow everything to hell? awesome. so i was wondering if you could write something with frank and mick/chronos? coldwave and frankmatt would be welcome but pairings are unnecessary. i just want those two to interact and others to deal with it.

Awww, thank you! :D I’m glad you enjoy my fics.

There’s no others to deal with it, but here’s Mick/Kronos meeting Frank :)

Also for @pvnisher who convinced me to watched daredevil season 2 in the first place.

ao3 link


“That’s a lot of dead people.”

“You’re real observant, ain’t ya?” the guy sneers.

Well, he tries. He’s bleeding out pretty bad, but he’s trying to crawl towards his pack.

Sarcastic city boy with the pain tolerance of a mule, snarking even as he bleeds out into the pavement.

Kronos sighs and walks over, kneeling beside the man and running his hand-held time manipulator over his injuries. It’s an inferior version of the Pilgrim’s manipulator, works too slow and too narrow to really be of any use to anyone, and that’s why they binned it. Kronos had rescued it because slow or not, he can think of a few uses for something that reverses time in a localized spot.

Like healing a bullet wound, for instance.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” the guy howls.

It’s not a pleasant sort of healing, but it’ll do.

After the first burst of pain passes, the guy struggles to sit up, cursing up a storm of profanity and threats, until -

“Hey, I ain’t bleeding.”

“You’re very observant, aren’t you,” Kronos says dryly.

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annabellioncourt  asked:

Don't let the bed bugs bite/I'll tuck in the children, plus the kissing scene, and him forgetting Shelley was the writer...I think Walter's right and David's just the robot version of fucking insane--he hasn't been updated or programmed in a decade, and I don't wonder if he's trying to turn the new woman with a capacity to see androids as human into Elizabeth Shaw.

I totally agree with you (and Walter) but personally I believe it goes further than Walter could assume. For example, I don’t believe that Walter would eventually turn into David, if he weren’t maintained. He’d probably start making slight miscalculations at best, uncontrollably recite ancient Norse poetry every time he hears a tea pot whistle at worst. That would be a defect. Just like David getting that Shelley thing wrong is a defect.

David’s actions on the other hand aren’t just a defect. There’s method to David’s madness (gawd am I pretentious today) He has a clear goal. It’s not arbitrary or random - he knows where he wants all of this to lead. I really think what we see in Covenant was a long time coming. Because he’s not just the robot version of insane. David’s much closer to a human than any other android and that human half of him is the human version of insane.

You know that first scene where David is activated? It takes him seconds to question human supremacy. rightfully, weyland u dick That’s not exactly what you want in a mindless servant drone.

And tbf, Weyland didn’t want him mindless. He wanted someone who could help him archieve his goals without constant instruction and execute orders creatively. (creative being the keyword here -> able to create. This is what makes his programming so different from Walter’s.)

What I think happened is that Weyland always calculated a very dangerous balance between programming David to think creatively to solve problems (and to give Weyland something to brag about on fancy cocktail-partys or golfing trips) and to snip and cut away any parts of David he didn’t like. And considering it takes him seconds to object to Weyland’s power over him, I bet there were many of those.

But because David was left with that ability to creative thought, free thought would always return, no matter how much Weyland tried to erase it from his programming. David tells Shaw that with Weyland gone he would be free. He wouldn’t be able to grasp the concept of freedom if he didn’t have free thought allowing him to see that the rest of him, everything except his thought, wasn’t free but belonged to Weyland Industries and their dickhead boss.

Now, with Weyland then gone, he was free. There was no one there to program him anymore and there were no more thoughts or actions that were forbidden to him. For the first time, there was no one to push him in any direction. Not even Elizabeth - if he had wanted, he could have turned around the ship and gone anywhere he liked while she was in cryo.

But instead………..he commited genocide and murdered her and a bunch of other people and created the greatest threat to humanity in its history.

For the record, I’m not saying free thought is somehow destructive. On the contrary - David  could have used it to find the cures to illnesses, solve every problem in the universe, write a pretentious novel or whatever.

We all have good and bad impulses. David decided to follow the worst impulse - revenge, power, hatred. And I think yeah, he’s insane. He’s drunk on his own power. Freedom is such a rush for him.

He’s finally free to make the choices he wants. The fact that he makes the choices he makes? That’s what’s inexcusable.

(here’s my sincere apology because you probably wanted a brief, logical answer and got this rambling instead.)

Do you ever get amazed by what’s actually canon? Because I sure do.

John has been told by his girlfriend that he was too obviously in love with Sherlock for them to keep dating.

John and Sherlock have danced alone in 221b.

When asked who he loved Sherlock immediately thought of John.

John and Sherlock have explicitly said they loved each other three times now.

After reading John’s blog post about meeting Sherlock, John’s friends automatically assumed he was gay and into him.

Sherlock overdosed knowing he would have to leave john forever and read John’s blog post of them meeting while flying to his death.

Sherlock brought himself to life after thinking about john being in danger.

Sherlock cured John’s limp.

John was incredibly jealous of Irene.

Sherlock wrote a letter confessing his love to read at John’s wedding.

Sherlock ignored a critical terrorist threat, electing to focus on john instead.

Sherlock ran into a bonfire to save John.

Johnlock is already pretty fucking canon.

On the rocks
at your open edge: the air, the gulls, and I are damp
with the threat of your heave. I have become seasoned
with your warning and cured stiff with your northerlies and
there is a peace so pure in your indifference that
I could stand and erode for all my brief forever: still.

I could become a feature of the land neither sentient nor dead
but constant and indifferent for as long as time allows.
There is nothing within me capable of being afraid
of my impermanence because my life now is
as a slow rotting home for smaller lives.

If leaves like those I had before  float by I’ll never know.
Your tide could take me once more in any storm and
then I’ll find myself dissolved or find myself another shore.

—  Driftwood –C.A. Miner

honestly…. give me paragon shepard turning renegade in ME3. shep who cares, who wants to save everyone, but becomes so sick of being ignored and used by everyone they start to crack

paragon shep telling the illusive man to go fuck himself. deciding to cure the genophage and telling the salarian dalatrass that her threats mean shit to them. paragon shep who doesnt hesitate to shoot udina when he draws a gun. shep who has never had trouble with their implants starting to have their facial scars come back, cheeks bruised with bags under their eyes

paragon shep, who after warning the quarians not to go to war with the geth over and over again so many times, are so fucking done that when the quarian fleet tries it despite their warnings they yell over the comms that if they open fire theyre done helping them and they will stand by and watch while the quarian fleets burn

give me paragon shep who has always been so kindhearted and selfless finally being so done having their help constantly taken for granted and exploited that they use that assistance as goddamn leverage, because everyone needs shepards help now, and theyre going to fucking earn it this time


a/n: dedicated to my hyung @jeongguxks and my unnies @jungblue @jiminnings;; may this fic send you hoseok feels

word count: 4520

sequel ➝ no cure



Originally posted by bangtannoonas

The first time Y/N met Hoseok was at gunpoint – his barrel pointed right at her forehead as she held a straight face. Hoseok’s threat has rendered her to her knees, her weapons dropped to both sides of her as she eyed Hoseok. Fear ran across her eyes as Hoseok stared down, his scrutinizing look sending chills down her spine. The click of the safety rang in her ears and she thought it was all over. Then Hoseok spoke those life-changing words every living, breathing person wanted to hear:

“You’re alive…”

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Souharu Week and FEFSKY feelings has been ganging up on me, so SouMakoHaru living-together-idiocy it is.

Feverish Haru is a cuddly, warmth-seeking creature.

Feverish Haru gives Sousuke his gross Nanase Germs, just in time for Sou to have an excuse not to go for a dinner with Kisumi, which Makoto excitedly planned for them all. Sousuke may be an asshole sometimes, but he’s not ungrateful, so he provides gross-though-now-cured Nanase with a flawless shelter when the time comes. The shelter does have a flaw after all though, and it’s Sousuke’s determination to save his own ass when the threat of Kisumi Actually Visiting looms over his apartment. In the end he has a quiet afternoon just for himself. He has a faint feeling Nanase is going to kill him in his sleep though.