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alwaysmoncheri · 7 months

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘 — JAMES POTTER!

pairings ❧ james potter x reader

summary ❧ you think james is really pretty—unfortunately for you, sirius notices and decides to take matters into his own hands

warnings ❧ female!reader, implied gryffindor!reader, siruis playing matchmaker, mutual pinning, fluff, cheesy writing, kissing, public displays of affection

word count ❧ 1k

additional notes ❧ i have a series idea for this so if you’re interested let me know ´･ᴗ･`

“Kind of a pretty boy, isn’t he?”

Calling James a pretty boy is an understatement. James Potter is the absolute embodiment of beauty. Those perfect little dimples that dip flawlessly upon his cheeks, the mole that lingers where his jaw meets his neck, a spot you’d love to place your lips. Those brown eyes that pool into yours like a drop of honey, eyes that you could get lost in forever. And finally those soft lips that never seem to be without a smile. It consumes your every thought, and quite frankly, you could stare at him forever.

That’s exactly what got you into this situation. Staring. But you just can’t help it. Not when James is sitting on the couch across the common room, his arms resting on the back, while unintentionally showing off his biceps with a white button up that seems a little too tight for his body. An effortless smile is planted firmly upon his face while he laughs and converses with Remus and Peter, who sit on the lounge chairs opposite of him.

“(Y/n)?” Siruis’ voice catches your attention, causing you to become fully aware of his presence on the couch next to you.

“Hm?” You hum, seemingly unable to tear your gaze away from the boy who still sits perfectly across the room.

“Are you just going to ignore me and continue staring at Prongs or what?” Siruis asks playfully, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

“If you want me to agree with you, it’s not going to happen.” You respond, finally turning your attention away from James and towards the smug looking Sirius Black beside you, a hint of annoyance heard through your tone.

“Oh come on, everyone sees the way you look at him.” Sirius groans while leaning his head back against the couch, before turning to face you with another mischievous grin, “Just admit it, you think he’s pretty.”

“Fine, maybe I think he’s a little bit pretty.” You admit and a rush of heat spreads across your cheeks, hence your confession. “But it doesn’t mean—”

“You think who’s pretty?” James’ voice pipes in cheerfully, while you and Sirius watch as the boy happily plops down next to you, his arm instinctively resting against the couch behind your head.

“No one.” You respond quickly, your eyes wide and full of panic with the thought of James knowing about your infatuation.

“You.” Sirius says at the same time, and you instantly send him a sharp glare, feeling a sense of betrayal, but you only receive a smug grin in response, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Me?” James questions, glancing back and forth at you and Sirius, his obvious confusion forming an adorable crease between his eyebrows.

The tension in the air is palpable, you and James can’t seem to take your eyes off of each other, while Sirius watches with a satisfied expression clear on his face. The moment seems to last forever and your heart rate begins to rise as your panic sets in.

“That’s my cue.” Sirius whispers before sending you a wink and jumping up from his place next to you, bounding over to the spot across from Remus and Peter, where James was once sitting.

“Traitor.” You mouth towards Sirius and you receive an innocent shrug in response, which causes you to let out an annoyed huff.

“You think I’m pretty, darling?” James asks hesitantly and you return your gaze to James’, a surprised look in your eyes because of how soft his tone is.

James Potter is not shy. He’s never been one to back down from anything, dares, pranks, and especially talking to girls. They’ve always been all over him, hence, he’s pretty and he knows it. However, unbeknownst to you, you’ve always been the only person to manage to break down those confident walls and show the softer, shyer side of James. The boy can’t help but feel bubbly and warm around you, something stirs deep within his gut that he’s never felt before.

“Yeah, I think you’re pretty, James.” You respond without hesitation and you can’t believe those words just came out of your mouth.

“Yeah?” James asks, while tilting his head to one side, and a boyish grin spreads across his face, showing off those gorgeous little dimples that you love so much.

“Yeah.” You nod, and James’ infectious smile causes one of your own to make its way onto your face.

“Well love, I think you’re pretty, too.” James leans forward to whisper, the words linger, only for your ears to hear while placing his large, but soft hand upon your cheek and begins gently drawing circles over your skin.

“How pretty?” You ask, a flush rising to your cheeks, shocked with your own boldness, while James releases his hand from your cheek and places your hand in his.

“Really pretty.” James hums lovingly and strokes his thumb across your knuckles, “Can I kiss you, (Y/n)?”

“Yeah.” You nod, my gaze trailing down at James’ mouth when you notice his tongue darting out in order to wet his lips.

Instantly after your words of confirmation, James’ hands slip from yours and grab your cheeks, intertwining his fingers with your hair, and placing his lips on yours. Kissing James is everything and nothing like you’d excepted. His lips are soft, his hands are warm against your cheeks, the kiss is passionate and sweet just like you’d expected, and yet it makes you feel like the whole world is crumbling all around you, leaving just the two of you alone together.

When the both of you finally pull away, James holds you close as the two of you begin to chuckle breathlessly and yet James’ rumbling laugh still manages to shake his chest all the while filling your heart with warmth and love.

“Finally!” Sirius cheers from across the room, grabbing you and James’ attention.

“Shut up, Padfoot!” James shouts back, and I let my head drop upon his shoulder, an embarrassed giggle escaping my lips.

“Now darling,” James says sweetly, and gently lifts my head up off his shoulder which causes me to shamelessly gaze into those pretty brown eyes, “How about a date?”

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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little miss pressure • armin artlert

armin was notorious for his wild ways and sexscapades but ends up meeting his match in the form of a girl he’d never expect. And it leaves the notorious playboy stuck on his new fixation.

plus size black reader, (y/n) works in the adult entertainment industry, alcohol and weed use, armin and reader are some FREAKS, reader is very hyper sexual and tbh a bad bitch 😝 (this is nasty, I apologize in advance!)

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producer!armin has always been a man synonymous with a less than savory lifestyle. Sex, drugs, fame and glory..it was all he ever desired. To live each day as if it were his last and let the consequences happen as they may. His vices were those every other music industry maestro that got into it for all the wrong..and selfish reasons. Especially when it came to women, which may have been his greatest weakness.

Switching them out like his latest pair of Amiris or his brand new Audemars. Picking them up at every illustrious strip club or his infamous house parties..working his way through a ten mile long roster of girls. Comprised of every bachelorette (and sometimes others wives) this side of South Beach. He didn’t care about what followed or if he hurt their feelings. All he wanted was his one night and a good nut. After that, what they did was none of his concern. And hell, with his good looks, he could get away with just about anything. Until you came along…until (y/n) showed up at one of his little soirées. Invited by a friend of a friend, who had spoken all about the engineer and all his antics. About the hits he’s produced, his track record and extremely high body count. Something that didn’t particularly off put you, seeing as how promiscuity was your entire profession. You were an upcoming adult film star, taking the internet and nsfw spaces by storm. A brick house of a woman who didn’t mind flaunting that beautiful body and working it in ways that many wish they could. Sex with you had been described a ‘spiritual experience’ by many. From the incredible head game to the pussy that had gotten many of your bills paid. A month after working with a couple of creators and collaborating with a few porn production companies, it all took off. Your OnlyFans was jumping and everyone wanted a taste of the newest BBW on the scene. And tonight, you were out prowling for some trouble to get into. You had your fair share of good hookups but you needed the man that was going to give you the type of dick that would change your life. It came not a moment too soon when you got some alone time with Mr. Artlert. Trust, he was more than well aware of your reputation and he wanted to see if it preceded you. And the feeling was mutual..

seeing as how you had only ever spotted him with skinny model types and BBL bodies..not that anything was wrong with it but you were a bit skeptical. Not questioning if you could pull him or anything but if he could truly handle you! Would he truly be worth the hype. But after downing a few daiquiris; making subtle eye contact from the room, he’d approach you with that signature smug look on his face, flashing you a toothy grin and boldly greeting you with a hug. “Yeah, (friend name) told me all about you..it’s very, very nice to meet you, miss (y/n). So glad you made it out.” Sealing it with a classic peck to the back of your hand..by the look on his face, he was more than likely assuming that you’d be easy pickings. Insecure and lacking self esteem as a bigger woman. That you’d be happy that someone like him was even looking in your direction. But was he sorely mistaken! Especially when hours later, after chatting you up the whole night and once the rest of his guests had gone home..he got you up to his bedroom and out of that designer on your body. “Are the rumors true, sweetheart?” “Find out for yourself if you’re man enough.” All it took was a shared spliff and a little more liquor before you had him spread across his own bed, toes curling midair as he released loud screams. “Ohhhhh fuck! (Y/N)…goddamn.” Howling from the head he received..engulfing all eight and a half inches of that veiny girth as if you lacked a gag reflex of any sort. “Yeah, fuck this throat. Don’t play with me.” Emitting strings of spit and covering that cock in it. Flicking your tongue around his sack and momentarily over his asshole. All while jerking him off. Never in his life had he had a bitch so nasty and he loved it! God, he loved how you abandoned every bit of your morals in the bedroom. Making his nut from sucking his dick when no one woman had ever done so before. “They weren’t lying, huh?” “Told you..”

but he was no minute man himself. See, after getting slurped up like that, he had to a little something to prove..and he’d do so by devouring your pussy while he ushered you atop his mouth. “Don’t look at me like that, sit the fuck down, baby. I can take it.” Assured in his abilities and absolutely infatuated with your flavor…moaning as he inhaled your scent and flicked his tongue all over your clit. Kneading his hands into that thick ass and hips, even prompting you to bounce up and down on his face. Causing a collision with those heavy cheeks. “Yes! Right there…oh God..” drawing out high pitched wails from your sore throat and sweet juices from that tightness. Coating his entire chest in your squirt. And from there, he couldn’t let up off of you. At least not until he pinned those legs back and put that dick stomach deep. “Wet this dick up then since it’s like that.” With those substances coursing your systems, it brought forth an even nastier side for both of you..if that were even possible! “Ion think you’ll leave me alone if I do.” Your feet plastered to the headboard as he pounded you relentlessly. “This pussy so fucking good!…” cracking only a few minutes and strokes in because he had never felt it this wet and gushy before. It was like being encompassed and coddled in a warm blanket that nestled his dick as if were made especially for him. Folding you into a mating press and having to bare all of his body weight just to reign you in. His one hundred seventy pounds in comparison to your nearly three hundred. He had piped many women in his young life but you were the true definition of pressure. Making loud smacking noises from the slick dribbling from that plump cunt. The fatter the pussy, the wetter and he was learning first hand. Burrowed over your face and feeding you slow, sloppy kisses, along with tons of slaps and spit..another first for the philandering bachelor. He didn’t want to leave it if he were being frank.

“Yeah, beat that motherfucker up, daddy. Keep going!” Reaching down to massage your bud with those coffin shaped claws as you glared into his eyes and done something that would truly drive him insane. “F—fuck! Squeezing me like that..gonna make me nut all in your shit.” Throbbing and fully swollen inside of you. Posing the statement like a threat but that was exactly what you were hoping for! And when he couldn’t control himself another moment, you found yourself filled to the brim and with a heavy slap to your ass, he’d command you all fours where he all but shoved his face between your cheeks, eating you out once more because he loved drinking it in. Shortly after, stuffing your other hole with a thumb and your pussy full of his still erect cock. Placing a foot on your head, beating your shit in and making you arch your back. That ass moving like water nearly drove him insane. The best backshots he’s ever given. And after rounds and rounds of fucking each other senseless..all for footage for your page, the producer was all but unconsciousness from exhaustion. Housing his entire load into your womb without so much as a second thought. He was sure to be sleeping peacefully, even telling you that you could spend the night. Words he had never uttered prior. Knowing that you had gotten him hooked and it surely wouldn’t be the last you’d be seeing of Armin Artlert. But for now..you’d gotten what you came for..

and you’d be gone before the sun could rise.

@lusts1ck 🫶🏾

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jotatetsuken · 1 year

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Shyna’s Summer Commissions

When I was planning this, it was supposed to be spring commissions, looks like procrastination has kept me busy af xD /hj /lh

Slots: 1/10 (OPEN, will roll out again once I am done writing, and this will go until 31st August, 2023)

Anyway, so, as much as I don’t want to admit it, here’s what’s happening: I have an educational loan to pay; two in fact, and while my father and I have been paying them diligently, he’s just turned 64... and I want him to not work anymore, and enjoy his retirement, y’know? The problem: my IT job does not pay enough per month and we’re currently on talks on reworking the appraisal (as I received minimal increment this year). So, this is something I want to do to help alleviate financially.

I know I can’t work on a lot with a ton of WIPs that I have, so I will have 10 openings for now so that I don’t overwork myself, and I will keep doing so throughout this summer, which means this will get over by 31st August, 2023. I also have a goal on Ko-Fi incase you want to donate to that as well. In case you can’t pay, but still want to spread the word by reblogging, you are more than welcome to do so <3

Now for the rules:

Only available for those who are 18 and above. (which means if you are a minor, please DNI with this post, please)

Payments will have to be made through Ko-Fi and Paypal only. For those based in India, we can discuss other alternatives (Paytm, PhonePe, etc, else the usual.)

If you’d like a Canon x OC fic, I will need every info about the OC, the background, traits, backstory, abilities, etc. If it’s a reader insert, I will need the same, so that it will help me write better. Picrew/art references are also appreciated. I can also write selfship fics too.

For reader inserts, I will only write female readers, afab readers, and gn!readers (only for sfw commissions).

I am available to talk via Tumblr DM or Discord (the latter, if you are a mutual)

Only two revisions allowed.

The teen characters (Itadori, Megumi, Nobara, Asta, Yuno, Noelle, all the Blue Lock and KNB characters, Josuke, Okuyasu, etc) will be aged up or post timeskip (like Haikyuu).

Details under the cut (Minors DNI with the post):

Pricings: Because I am just starting out, I checked a couple of my mutuals who are commissioning too, and pricing will be based on word count: $1 for 100 words, and I will start out at a minimum of 500 words and a maximum of 2500 words (will increase my limit when I feel more comfortable writing longer fics).

$5 - 500 words, $10 - 1000 words, $15 - 1500 words, $20 - 2000 words, $25 - 2500 words.

Fandoms: Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (current fixation haha), Haikyuu, Jujutsu Kaisen, Attack on Titan, Black Clover, Blue Lock (only the anime, haven’t read the manga yet), Kuroko no Basket

What can I write?: canon x oc, selfship, canon x f!reader/afab!reader/gn!reader (gn! only for sfw commissions), AUs (please specify the AU because I may not be familiar with everything), nsfw, dubcon, polyamory

What can I not write?: Stroheim (JJBA), Pucci in NSFW scenarios, certain kinks, characters other than the ones that I mentioned I will write

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#shyna starts commissioning #jojo’s bizarre adventure #haikyuu!!#jujutsu kaisen #attack on titan #black clover #blue lock #kuroko no basketball #writing commissions #commissions

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cienie-isengardu · 4 months

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Cracked Mirror of Black, Cold Soul [chapter 3]

[part 1] [part 2]

Warning: Shang Tsung in his laboratory. Nothing worse than what story mode showed but I thought to warn anyway.

Shang Tsung once had a cat.

Or more precisely, the cat came into his life without an invitation, just simply walked into his cart, ate the little food he had and then stretched out on his makeshift bed. And it wasn’t even a cute little kitty or rare purebred that accidentally got lost in the wilderness and whose beauty would add prestige to his small stall and maybe even catch a look of a wealthy customer. No, of course, the one that decided to invite himself into his life was just some stray with a bad attitude and even worse habit of picking a fight with everything on his way, if the scarred muzzle, half-torn ear, matted fur and cold, challenging gaze was anything to go by.

The moment Shang Tsung’s eyes fell on the cat, it was the purest hate at first sight. A very mutual feeling, considering the thin pupils and a contemptuous snort the animal made in human direction.

He decided to throw away the stray - only gods knew how much fleas were lurking in the dirty fur or what sickness the animal brought. Everyone heard about the terrifying Tarkat spreading from one end of the Empress Sindel’s land to the other and no magic, no medicine, no richness and no faith could save anyone from infection. Not like he even had any of those in the first place.

It was a pragmatic choice, Shang Tsung hummed to himself, eyeing the bastard that took what was the best on the plate, and who now settled on the bed and lazily licked his treacherous paws. The cat was not the smallest lot but definitely small compared to him, yet despite the obvious disadvantage the animal already judged him as annoying human at the best, as trash at the worst.

(The pupils thin as needles, like claws of ice digged into Shang Tsung’s soul and the memory of the cold gaze tormented him for the following days. With that damned cat came also unwanted awareness of how miserable his existence was, if he had to fight even for a stray’s approval.)

It was easier however to say than to actually catch a stubborn cat and even less the one determined to make Shang Tsung’s life as miserable as possible. The bastard jumped from one shelf to another and rammed everything in his path, like some madman on the quest to destroy the world.

Shang Tsung could only watch in horror how the delicate pottery, hard-won vials, wood figurines that he painstakingly carved for hours, small decorations and heavy metal items, all of those shook on the shelves where the cat ran through. Some of the items fell down and hit the floor with loud clang, and then another and another, leaving the human with a great dilemma - continue the chase or rescue his property from total annihilation… only to almost be killed by the thick book that flew straight at his head.

It was a battle of will and fury and though it took a great effort, Shang Tsung managed to catch the dirty bastard and threw him away.

Normally, that should solve the problem once and for good, but nothing in his life was even easy. The insufferable demon from hell only accidentally called a cat showed up the next morning, again walking in Shang Tsung’s home like it belonged to him; like yesterday failure did not happen at all.

And so the war began, and indeed It was a war of wits, cunning and determination. No mercy was given and no expected in return.

When he threw the animal through the door, it came back by the window. When he closed the door and barricaded the window, it slipped between the fabric covering the roof. When he secured the roof, the damn furball crawled through the loose floor board. Whenever Shang Tsung looked away just for a moment, the cat was already there, inside his home, eating his food, knocking everything off the table within reach of his paws. He would look straight into human’s eyes, his own cold gaze and thin as needle pupils, and with premeditation would spread destruction just to spite him.

No matter how loud and how long Shang Tsung screamed, the cat did not bulk up at all. If he catched the broom, the cat bristled and hissed, jumped from corner to corner, but had never run away from the cart. When Shang Tsung managed to corner the animal, the bastard did not go quietly either. He would bite and scratch and screech, never giving up, never allowing himself to be intimidated, be it by human or broom or angry curses.

The cat was a menace, an absolute bastard and Shang Tsung hated him, hated everything about him. The sharp teeths and claws that bit and scratched to the blood, the matted, rough fur feeling so strange under his palms, smelling like ash. The cold eyes, always challenging and judging and laughing at his misery and changing its color, from gray to unnaturally ice-blue whenever the night came and shadows fell around them, deeper and deeper plunging the world into darkness before the sun arose again. The little paws that silently carried out the stubborn cat everywhere he was not allowed to be and who smacked him in the nose at the ungodly early hours out of boredom. He hated the animal's wits, its arrogance that made the cat looking down on Shang Tsung, the way his own folks always did as far as he could remember.

He did not want the cat inside his small, pitiful home, didn’t want to risk catching the nasty disease and even more, didn’t want to share the little food that barely was enough to feed him and his ox.

Besides, what was even useful about a cat?

Dogs made sense to him. They wailed their tails when they were happy, barked if a stranger came into territory protected by them and above everything else, once taught well, dogs obeyed their master’s command.

Dogs were useful, easy to interact with. Pat them on the head, fed them, taught who is their master and they served happily, loyal beyond reason.

Cats though? The fur and big eyes were hiding little evil demons inside. You tell them to not touch your things, and the moment you look away for a few seconds, their small pawns will be there already, slowly working to push down everything their eyes lie on. You go to sleep and tell them to get out of your bed, only to wake up plastered to the wall, because the bastards somehow through a night gained an additional half a meter of length and took the whole space for themselves.

No, there was nothing about cats that Shang Tsung liked. Nothing useful to offset moral losses he suffered.

For the next months everything in Shang Tsung’s life revolved around that damned furrball who for whatever crazy reason decided to treat the human’s cart as his own home.

No matter how many times he threw out the animal, it came back. With each passing day, Shang Tsung came up with more devilish traps, one after another. The bastard slipped through each like it was a challenge to prove himself, a great fun in otherwise boring life. And once inside the cart, the cat would regard him with cold, challenging eyes that seemed to always say the same: loser!

(Shang Tsung walked into his own traps sometimes, when the full bladder demanded attention, eyes still sleepy, mind no less tucked in some nice dreams of his. Everytime he fell into his own trap, he cursed the world, gods and nasty cats. And the cold, cold eyes watched in amusement, from shadows like some ancient creature from forgotten tales.

Ages later he would set traps again for no less annoying cryomancer and he would too walk in his own snare sometimes. More deadly than a box falling on the cat, the flying blades were close to cut his own head, the corrosive liquid to melt his skin, muscles and bones, the poison to take away his breath for once and forever. Everytime he almost get himself killed, he cursed world, the gods that fucked up his life and nasty cryomancers. And he felt the cold, cold eyes on his back, watching in amusement, from shadows like some ancient creature from forgotten tales, even if there was no one around, just him and cold darkness.)

Every now and then, Shang Tsung worked on a new invention to alert him about the returning cat. Most of course turned out to be a failure before the animal even showed up. But he once hung strings with many little bells around the door and window, and there was no space to walk between them without making a noise. The plan too of course failed, not because the cat found a magic way to slip inside, but because he loved to smack the bells with his little paws and he would do so, for hours with such passion, with such fury through the whole night, Shang Tsung regretted even thinking about that plan in the first place.

(Ages later he tried to use the little bell on Sub-Zero too.

Shang Tsung worked closely enough with General Shao to know that the best Edenian soldiers could walk silently, yet compared to the cryomancer? They were like noisy kids playing in the mist. One may not see them clearly and immediately, but anyone could hear them, their breaths so loud compared to Lin Kuei, their steps so heavy in contrast to the lightness of an ice killer. Even Grandmaster’s brother, the fiercy fool had more in common with Sub-Zero’s cold grace than any of Shao’s men, including the general himself. The man towered above Shang Tsung like a wild bear and walked ahead like an angry boar. Lin Kuei? For all he knew, they could be cats straight from hell that Liu Kang locked in a human body, the prison of iron muscles and unnatural powers. But even between them, Grandmaster walked shadows like those were his home and maybe they were, for what a better place could be for Liu Kang’s murderous tool to live in all his life?

Shang Tsung admired the easy with cryomancer walked in and out even the most secure places, be it impregnable prison, Empress Mileena’s guarded palace, military camp under Kitana’s watchful eyes or General Shao’s iron hand, or even Quan Chi’s lair in Netherrealm. The man could - and did - infiltrate whatever there was out to challenge his skills, all the places hiding secrets to steal, from enemies and allies alike.

Shang Tsung despited the ease with cryomancer walked his corridors and chambers like the place belonged to him. The easy Sub-Zero walked in on him in his own laboratory when he was so wrapped up in his own work, he did not feel the presence of another man, even though the magic spells put on the place should alarm him and alarm in a violent way hard to miss.

It always happened in similar manners, like a dream repeating itself night after night. The details changed a bit, but the meaning, the sense of horror always stayed the same. Like this:

Shang Tsung was standing at the table, his hands deep inside the guts of the latest experiment, feeling the still living organ wrinkle and tremble in the grip of human fingers, as the flame of life goes out. When he ripped it from the cooling body and looked at the so small, yet so precious part, the red flowing down the arm, sticking to the skin, he savored the moment. Savored the taste of power he had over life and death.

Nitara kept saying how the blood tasted sweet, how much you could learn about living just by testing even the smallest red drop. Blood magic, she called it, eyes always hungry, shining whenever she mentioned it.

The copper smell of blood on his hands caressed his nostrils, encouraged to take a taste, just a small lick. To taste the forbidden magic, to learn the truth hidden in the deep red, heavy liquid. And before Shang Tsung could even think about it, the bloody finger was already touching his lips, a lips opening itself, trembling, ready to taste the forbidden magic ---

“You are truly fucked up” the harsh, deep voice snapped him back into reality and all Shang Tsung could do then was to shiver when he finally felt the cold, unexpected presence behind his back; so close the Grandmaster was standing, looking at the dead body on the table and blooded hand from over Shang Tsung’s own shoulder.

There were plenty of smart words in his head, all the wise and cocky excuses to make, but none had the strength to escape through a constricted throat. The temperature in the laboratory was always lower there than in anywhere in the fortress, and Sub-Zero’s presence made it drop a few degrees more, yet all Shang Tsung felt was a fire in his viscera, spreading to his lung and heart, making breathing so hard and painful. The fire burned his skin, staining the cheeks with a deep scarlet.

The blood on his hand felt now heavier, bitter, stinged like a snake bite. The copper smell suddenly choked the nostrils.

“Didn’t your Damashi warn you about blood magic?” Sub-Zero said walking up to the door, the mockery sharp as his words were cold.

Damashi did, but Damashi lied about many things, and he still did not have any idea, when the damned snake told the truth and when oozed the cruel lies into him. What Shang Tsung however knew for sure was that if Sub-Zero won’t stop walking on him like that, he either will end up scared to death or die out of burning embarrassment. One way or another, his life was in danger and he needed to solve the problem as soon as possible.

And so the next time when the damned cryomancer crept up to him, Shang Tsung tied a small bell around the man’s wrist.

Sub-Zero said no word, only one brew raised up indicating he acknowledged the sorcerer’s action - however did it mean curiosity or surprise, Shang Tsung could not tell with the mask on the cryomancer’s face. Then the man waved his hand slowly, as if he was testing the little bell. Once, twice, three times and each time he moved his arm, the small bell jingled cleanly, such a happy noise compared to the rough demeanor of the cold man.

“Just wear it, so I know you are here” Shang Tsung demanded, because really, the man’s stealthy habits were insufferable.

The brown eyes stared into Shang Tsung’s face for a long moment, before the deep sigh escaped Sub-Zero’s mask and the man untangled the knot only to tie the copper bell to his belt. Then the man walked out without a good bye or fuck you, and each his silent step was accompanied by the loud jingle or two.

“A bit of kindness won’t kill you,” Shang Tsung shouted after the man, suddenly in such high spirit.

The man scoffed but did not turn around and the sorcerer counted that as a hard-won victory and so the big smile did not come out of his mouth for the next few hours.

The first day the sound of the bell was heard mainly from the kitchen and small room with books written in languages he did not know. In all fairness, Shang Tsung had no idea what knowledge was hidden there - after checking a few shelves and deciding there was nothing he could use right away, he lost interest and moved on to other chambers and did not return here up until this day. Now he walked to the room just to see if in fact it was Sub-Zero who made the noise and not some poor animal he tied the bell to, just to mock Shang Tsung.

But no, the cryomancer was there, walking slowly from one shelf to another, not really looking at the books, but touching their ridges, running fingers over the texture. Shang Tsung wondered not for the first time about this weird habit of his, unconsciously following the movement of his palm like in some mystic trance.

But then the hand stopped and so the jingle died.

“What do you want?” Sub-Zero barked, not even turning to look at the intruder. Shang Tsung’s smile widened, but did not touch his eyes.

“You know, I could help you,” he said, walking into the room, slowly circling the man, “if you just tell me what are you looking for…?”

But the man did not answer and after a long moment of silence, Shang Tsung left the man alone. Once he left the room, the jingle could be heard again.

On the second day, the cryomancer was training in the neglected courtyard and he trained from early morning to late night. Shang Tsung sat on the stone steps with a hot cup of tea in a hand. This time Sub-Zero did not pay any attention to the sorcerer, not bothered at all by the presence of a stranger. There was no pause, no hesitation, no word, no boast and no modesty.

The little bell jingled to the rhythm of firm steps, its sound, so pleasant to the ear, followed the movement learned to perfection. Shang Tsung sat on the stone, watched the deadly dance and listened to the copper bell, the tea all forgotten.

On the third day, the sound of a bell came from the farest corridors shrouded in darkness. To hear it at all, the sorcerer needed to strain his hearing, and he did it stubbornly. Maybe Sub-Zero found another room with some suspicious books or he did test all the new traps set in crypt.

Shang Tsung was so pleased with how well his plan was working. Whenever he heard the jingle, be it from a far corridor shrouded in darkness or another room, a sense of security enveloped him. Like yes, he knew too well that danger did not pass at all, for as long Sub-Zero was there the man still could decide to murder him. But he could finally focus on his studies without the cold gaze from the shadows buring holes in his back, without the silent judgment passed without any word.

On the fourth, fifth and sixth day there was no jingle at all, and so Shang Tsung assumed the cryomancer finally returned to his clan and duties of Grandmaster or went out to steal more secrets. It was strange to walk through the cold corridors and not hear the other man around. Silence should not feel so lonely.

On the seventh day, Shang Tsung almost had a heart attack when he was leaving the laboratory only to catch sight of Sub-Zero walking down the hall with another bag of books. The little bell was still tied to the man’s belt, but making no sound. Cryomancer moved a bit slower, more careful, but Shang Tsung doubted many people could see the difference. He did not say a word, too speechless to utter any noise of protest, yet the man turned his head and even from afar Shang Tsung could see the brown eyes shining with satisfaction.

The fucking bastard learned to be even more stealthy than he was and Shang Tsung deeply regretted giving Sub-Zero a bell in the first place.

Gods only knew, if that damned cat decided to reincarnate as the Sub-Zero, just to torment him again.)

The war on the cat intensified as the days went to the desperate point, when Shang Tsung decided to barricade himself in his little home. He looked right and left, checked under the cart and on it and when he was sure the cat was not there yet, he carefully plugged every hole and crack, blocked the doors with boxes containing all his belongings, and covered the windows with shelf boards. Nothing could slip inside.

When he finished his genial plan, the hour was late, but finally, it was just him and the makeshift bed and… cat, that watched all his effort with head tilted and eyes narrowed.

He closed eyes, took a deep breath, two, three, four. But when he opened eyes, the cat was still there, still watching him like the human was some sort of dumbass.

Shang Tsung looked at the barricade, then on the furball, then again on the blocked door and window.

“Just stay at your corner, and I will stick to me”, he barked at the animal, took the blanket and went to bed.

The cat walked to the opposite side, curled up into a ball and surprisingly for once listened.

Deep into the night, the weird noise woke up Shang Tsung. A paw scratching on the furniture. He fell on his side. The scratching grew louder, accompanied by angry meowing. Shang Tsung curled up and covered himself wholly with a blanket.

With each passing minute, the weird noises made by the cat grew stronger, more miserable, annoying.

At first he was pleased with that. How bad that the little bastard can’t get out, serves him right! But then came another, more sober thought. If the cat won’t get out, he will be the one cleaning the mess. That woke him up for good.

Working to move all the furniture blocking the door took him almost ten minutes. The cat urged him all the time with loud meowing, demanding and criticizing in the same tone.

Finally, Shang Tsung opened the door and the cat stuck his muzzle out of the doorway, sniffed the night air, his ear twitched once, twice and then he turned back, jumped into the human bed, and buried himself under a warm blanket.

And Shang Tsung did not have any more energy to be angry.

“Fine bastard, you won,” he said, half sighing, half chucking. “Happy?”

The cold eyes shone under the blanket and the man took it as a yes. And so Shang Tsung gained an additional mouth to feed… and a companion he never asked for.

#mortal kombat #shang tsung #bi han #sub zero #bi han and shang tsung #and cat propaganda #Cracked Mirror of Black Cold Soul #i guess bi han saw the bell and the oh a new challenge kicked in XD #but also i think lin kuei kinda forget they are that good at moving silently because everyone is used to that in their clan #but shang tsung is not and bi han may accept he is freaking out him

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yuno really can make asta get back up from *anything* can't he? asta is on the brink of giving up in ep/ch.1? yuno's words get him back up even though he has no magic or anti-magic in that moment. asta is in a daze after the tournament? yuno's words and smile snap him out of it. yuno makes spirit of zephyr and teases asta a bit? asta makes black divider. yuno is fighting lucifero and asta just got beaten up like a burger patty? "yuno i'm on my way" at this rate yuno could probably legitimately call asta back from death if necessary

Anon, anon, listen

Yuno and Asta's insane mutual cocaine properties are literally just Yuno believing Asta is capable of killing GOD but doesn't do it out of respect and Asta meeting those expectations by believing that since he's the only one who can stand next to Yuno, he ABSOLUTELY has to reach this insane top of pillar level Asta has of him.

These two are a gay chicken feedback loop of chaos and powerups.

These bitches are literally IN SYNC ACROSS A BATTLEFIELD!!! WHAT KIND OF RESONANCE IS THIS SHIT!!!

At this point, these two have reached a level of mutual one upping, its bending the laws of physics and Yuno is the only one AWARE of it.

Because Asta literally has the same effect on Yuno!!!!

Asta gets a mortal wound to the stomach and even so refuses ro give up? Yuno's hysteric mana strength busts in to awaken Bell AND have enough mana to gather them back to safety out of the dungeon. Asta shows off his black form for the first time in public? Yuno simply DEVELOPS SPIRIT DRIVE IN THE TIME BETWEEN or decides he TOO, must show off his shit!

Yuno gets fucken possessed by a god damned elf spirit and who's words bust his ass out of mental prison? ASTA'S

Literally this page spread speaks for itself:

Yuno Assumes Asta is a Fucken God and refuses to not meet the same standard. Yuno is fucking AWARE that all he needs for a powerup is the thought of Asta and it goes like a pavlova response of aligning his chakras for maximum beat down of the enemy.

This fucker went and TELEPORTED all the way across a battlefield to protect his man. This bitch went and kept GOING after falling unconscious. He KNOWS the effect he and Asta have on each other.

Look at this dialogue, Yuno doesn't even believe Asta can be KILLED. He's saying IF Asta was killed and IF he's not coming back.

Fucker has a firm belief that Asta either can't be killed or rising from the dead is an innate ability of his that's just something he can DO.

Yuno and Asta are each other's limit breakers through sheer homoerotic idolisation and some insane form of spiritual mental link. And as far as I can tell, Yuno may get his ass kicked by Lucius, but the minute Asta comes in to save his ass, this bitch is whipping out full Saint stage to try and seem like he wasn't slacking in his man's absence.

#black clover #black clover manga #asta black clover #yuno grinberryall #yuno grinbellior #black clover yuno #yunoasta #silv writes

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yappix · 1 month

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I should really be sleeping but I need to say this before cause I've been thinking about it for a while

But dream stans (using that as a cache all for dteam+ stans btw) have been forced to mature so much because of all the controversy

Meanwhile sbi people (cache all for the UK group) have been allowed to stay childish and immature and it shows

Especially here on tumblr, after some initial panic people sit down and debate and discuss and bring up high level concepts like cognitive dissonance and we carefully trace back the information we know to try and reach the most logical conclusion all while being aware of our own biases

Au contraire, sbi people use everything as an own and an excuse to say fuck the dteam not realizing that they're doing what they think dream stans do. They're the people who let their cc's get away with genuinely heinous things but see them as they can do no wrong because they're not Dream

In the business class I had to take last semester as a part of my program my prof kept bringing up logical fallacies and it's insane how much it applies to Dream and his treatment

Mind you this is a college course. We debate college level concepts, and dream stans tend to run a bit older and this is probably why.

I meam I've seen discussion of intersectionality, purity culture, smear campaigns and alt right rhetoric (the discussion of the last one, no one actually spouting any here) and it all relates to the gogcident. And that's not even touching on the SA itself, or rather the usage of the word SA

All this because of how our morals are called into question so often. It infuriates me how it's a borderline requirement to be here, that you have to be open to these sorts of discussions because of how often these three get dragged. To have fun it feels like you need this baseline of understanding or else it's just drummy ache after drummy ache after drummy ache. It doesn't stop them, but it does help soothe them and make them go away faster

What makes it worse is sbi stans don't have to go through any of this and have the audacity to call us the crazy stans. Meanwhile they're allowed to stay completely ignorant to the topics we discuss here and in fact cosplay as voices of reason

They stand on their moral high horses and tell us we don't deserve to be here and yet they don't question their own selves or their own cc's cause they don't see a need to.

Sorry this is just a thought I've had rolling around for so long atp, probably at least a year but it's once again relevant

-jay

this is very well-said. i haven’t been in the fandom as long as most of my mutuals so i haven’t experienced all of the controversies, and thankfully i never made a sfw/main account on twitter so i was generally able to avoid pretty much everyone outside of that small nsfw subsection. but from everything i have seen, i agree.

moreover, the part where you said “to have fun it feels like you need to have this baseline of understanding” is sooo true. if i’m honest i do think a big part of it is maturity; younger stans not only don’t normally have knowledge surrounding those complex concepts because they aren’t taught in grade school, but they’re also more susceptible to fall into black-and-white thinking, following the opinions they see from other people, being less able to expand their thinking past the buzzwords and look at the bigger picture, etc. and people use that to their advantage specifically because they’ve demonized dteam in their heads and will use anything they can to spread that rhetoric.

i see less actual nuanced discussion on twitter, and i was shocked when i came to tumblr and saw people discussing intersectionality and other concepts like it. specific to intersectionality, i’ve never talked about it outside of university classes because most people don’t know what it is, and don’t understand the way it’s intertwined into every societal structure. in some ways, it’s reassuring to know that there are so many people in the fandom who are so aware and so knowledgeable, but in other ways, i agree; it’s upsetting that we as a fandom so often need to be aware of these concepts because of the way people are treated. not only cc’s like dteam, but their fans, too.

and yeah, i see what you mean about needing to mature faster. the way i’m thinking about it, it’s like: a younger fan joins the fandom, another situation/controversy happens, and they either formulate their opinions based on the opinions they see from other people and decide it’s not worth it to stay/feel negatively toward dteam, or they’re forced to consider large complex factors that they aren’t familiar with and normally wouldn’t ever think about, because they want to stay in the fandom without feeling like they’re supporting someone bad. and in considering these complex aspects, they’re introduced to harsh realities. and then it just keeps happening over and over and they’re exposed to more and more.

i think it’s great that so many of us are so aware, but yeah, it shouldn’t be a fandom for minecraft youtubers that forces young people to constantly consider those harsh realities. i think the nature of the arguments against dteam play a part too. people who dislike them feel very strongly about it and are very firm in their opinions/beliefs, and in order to explain that a rich, powerful, white man actually was falsely accused of grooming, you need to look at the situation from a million different angles and ‘prove yourself’ as someone who’s thinking analytically and logically, and not just blindly supporting your ‘fav’. it’s impossible to have conversations with people who hate and demonize dteam because they refuse to look at anything below surface-level, so we’re forced to do it for them while also doing it for ourselves.

#pixspeaks #discourse

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youfuckingfavouritewriter · 1 year

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◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢He gave the impression of being a bad boy, someone whose company would not have been the most recommendable. The quantum was not just an impression, but a pure reality. You saw him in the evening on the wall of the park where we all preferred to gather, with a cigarette between the fingers of one hand and in the other he was holding the packet of straws with the lighter. His name was Wakasa, and he was the most charming guy I would ever see in my entire life. He had sex from all pores, he had long two-tone hair of a badly bleached yellow and blacks, the lilac eyes of a bored shape sometimes appeared sleepy, he was tall, with a thin physique but who was respected in his strength during the fights between the gangs, he always wore baggy, with black pants that were bigger than his own, monotonous white t-shirts of the same size and finally the coat he always wore on the shoulders of his own gang. He was one of the right arms of the kanto Manji gang, the most feared gang in all of Tokyo, famous for the deaths, the terror that loomed when people saw them pass through the streets of the crowded city, the blood that was shed because of them. Our meeting sees a temporal panorama of 4 years ago. We both have always loved spending evenings in the company of mutual friends. Usually the evenings were spent with the presence of Sanzu, my now historical best friend for a long time, Arashi, best friend of the two-tone since immemorial time, the Haitan twins, who always enjoyed making the little ones tremble at the click of the their fingers, with supremacy over all Roppongi, Kakucho and Kokonoi, Hanma with whom I always found myself spending nights of insomnia, smoking together and talking about everything that would go through my head and finally Shion who gives me It has always been known to know, he has always had a certain crush on me, which unfortunately for him, has never been reciprocated, for the simple fact that since then I had feelings at times forbidden towards wakasa. However, the presence of the boss would also have been needed: Mikey, but unfortunately, with all the inner monsters that have always eaten our leader, he boycotted our daily outings to work on a plan to command all of Tokyo. It has always been us: the Kanto Manji gang, spending the nights making a fire in the street, drinking and smoking like crazy, having fun as only we knew how to do. But if there was one thing that I as Y / n Sano, the boss's sister, continually tormented me, it was her earlier heralded feelings for Wakasa. All members were aware of my feelings for the boy,

The days passed until, during an evening like many others, returned from our stroll, all tired and spread out in the living room, some on the sofa, some on the floor, some on the armchairs and some on the chairs, what happened for some time now should have happened. between me and the boy I loved so much. I was taking refuge in my room in the throes of rummaging through the closet for comfortable clothes to put on until I heard the bedroom door open. It was Wakasa. "What are you doing here Imau?" I asked sweet "I don't know, I was bored and I came to see what you were doing" the voice was tired and low. "I'm looking for something comfortable to wear," I replied "Oh yes, don't worry, I'll give you something," the voice was sure this time I turned to him and saw that he was taking off his shirt and then holding it out in front of my eyes "Here you are" "I ..... not ......" I was speechless, I did not expect such a gesture, despite the beautiful view that was appearing in front of my eyes "So? You don't get it, huh?" This time it was mischievous, and not even a little. "It really doesn't matter, I found something" I turned back to the closet and started looking for something again. I felt the warm breath of Wakasa near my neck, the tone of voice he was addressing me was so pleasant. He whispered sweet, dirty and mischievous words to me, but how much they fulfilled me in that moment. His hands began to explore my body, they crept under the shirt they were wearing, we turned on the hips and then on the breasts, squeezing it possessively. He took off my shirt first, and then his hands slowly wandered to the zipper of the jeans, removing the latter as well. I turned and found his face very close to mine, I remained motionless and look at his purple eyes that even if they silently managed to tell me so much, my hands were on his still naked chest, and a few fragments of seconds I found myself his lips on hers. My hands wandered through her hair, I held her head as hard as I could on mine so that our mouths were sealed and our tongues could dance a pleasant dance of pure wanting. I was still in underwear when he reversed places, made me lie down slowly and gently on the bed, pulled away from my lips and started unbuttoning his jeans too. Once that was done, he got on top of me and continued kissing me again and again. He pulled away for the umpteenth time and his lips wandered around my body, torturing my now naked breasts. I clung to him making our bodies fit together perfectly. I felt my legs getting weak and wanting to feel it as much as possible

I felt my legs getting weak and wanting to feel him inside me as much as possible so that as to be his one he will vomit for all. He slipped off his underwear and without any precaution he settled inside me, going slow but with strong thrusts, it was so pleasant and beautiful. He whispered to me from time to time sometimes sweet words and dirty faces, it was a perfect mix. In order not to expect unpleasant, it came out of me. "I love you Y / n" "Me too Imau"

#wakasa fluff #wakasa x y/n #wakasa scenarios #wakasa imagines #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x y/n #fanfic #anime and manga

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ITS ME AGAINN HI LOVE!! I love your writing I cannot resist <3. Maybe, a one night stand with ace ? (Nsfw I’m down bad yes….) and female reader. it’s kind of like the typical one night stand, you meet somewhere and things get heated quickly…. BUT ALSO LIKE you’re literally the best he’s ever had and he’s pretty surprised UMM IDK IF THAT MAKES SENSE 😭😭 IK IM KIND OF AWKWARD HAHA but I hope you’re having a good afternoon 🧡

authors note: hello , dolly <3 im deeply sorry for doing this so late ;; hopefully this makes up for the wait... please indulge yourself to the fullest + i just realized how short this is .. my apologies ;; i’ll make sure to make your next request the best i possibly can ..

NSFW WARNING BELOW , DO NOT READ IF SUCH A TOPIC IS DISCOMFORTING.

Ace x F! Reader , One Night Stand Oneshot

tags : ( brief mentions of ) alcohol , vaginal sex , rough sex , ( brief + slight ) masochism

All it took was a few cups of vodka to have you two landed upon each other, limbs tangled up, pleasure coursing through your veins. It had all happened so fast, you could hardly remember what had happened.

You merely attended a party full of different crews, a banquet of sorts. Not a fancy one, no. A fun one, one that disregarded the need for cotton shirts and newly shined shoes. you had met Ace, chatting up a storm with the young man. Well, less chatting and more so flirting. Wether it was through seductive purrs or the occasional rub of a palm against his scorching skin. You two didn’t bother to hide your shameless flirting throughout the party. Not that it was a huge deal, most people went there trying to make their way into the pants of others

You had no shame as you and Ace went off to a more private area. I mean, what was there to be ashamed of? Who didn’t want to sleep with Fire Fist Ace?

And now, you laid down upon your stomach, Ace’s hands wandering your body. One spread out your soaking hole, your greedy pussy dripping with excitement. His other hand stayed gripping your hip tightly, preventing you from squirming away.

“You’re so wet, Y/n... what’s that all about?” Ace cooed out in a rather teasing tone, showing zero regards for the blush that perked upon your cheeks after he said that. He knew exactly what it was about, he just wanted to hear you say that.

You buried your face further into the depth of the pillows that laid atop of the bed sheets. “You know exactly what that’s about,” you huffed, which caused a raspy laugh to fall from Ace’s well sculpted frame. You could just tell what face he was making, just from the tone of his voice. An endless plane of smugness splayed across his freckled features. What a dick.

You were about to snap back with a snarky remark but your thought process was cut off as soon as you felt a sudden sense of fullness intrude the depths of your cunt. God, he was big. Was he in all the way? You couldn’t help but wonder. Part of you hoped so, as his dick was already pressed firmly within you but you also couldn’t help but wonder what pained pleasure could come from it being even larger.

A loud moan was swallowed by the pillows your face was pressed into, the cotton absorbing the noise you made as Ace slammed balls deep into your warmth. He was far bigger then you could’ve imagined. But again, what should you have expected from the son of the late Pirate King? You should’ve expected nothing but the best.

You continued producing lewd noises, ones that consistently were swallowed by the pillows. Ace really didn’t hold back, never ending the blunt force of his hips, his hips quaking desperately to fill you with every inch of him. You felt so god damn good, the way your insides clutched upon his shaft made Ace’s body tremble with ecstasy everytime he pulled back to push further in.

You were so good, almost too good. You were merely a one night stand, a woman who could surely extend into a friend after this night. Just a friend and nothing more. Well, that’s what Ace had planned. Ace wasn’t low enough to have sex with a girl and never speak to her again but he had planned to just become your friend, nothing like a boyfriend or anything of the sort. But with the way you writhed and tightened on him, it was giving him second thoughts. You were far too delicious to only feast on once, he knew that.

The view of your ass shaking with the needless pounding of his dick was a view he couldn’t pass up. Everything about you was perfect. The moans you let out were painfully erotic and the way your body was highlighted with sweat was far too sexy for him to ignore.

Perhaps... you’d be happy enough to be his fuck buddy or better, his partner. Ace wasn’t sure about status yet but all he knew was that he couldn’t let you go, he couldn’t let this type of sex slip through his fingers so easily.

And so, he didn’t. Even if it was just for tonight, Ace would use you to the fullest, pumping your pussy full of his musky semen, filling you to the brim. You were too good, certainly the best woman he had ever done such a thing with, upon all of his voyages.

And you were so hot. Everything about you made him go crazy, it seemed. It was that way even as the night was young. The way you fluttered your lashes at him as your hand would playfully collide with his shoulder made him tent in his pants every so slightly. You were too much for him. Ace wanted you more then anything. The thought of you screaming his name through the entire night never ceased to be. When you approached him in your rather skimpy outfit, Ace could only imagine bending you backwards upon the bar, taking you then and there. Now, he could. And there was no way in hell he would pass up the chance to milk this.

Even if he wasn’t aware, the feeling was just as mutual. You had been purposefully rubbing up on him all night, wether accidentally letting your thighs rub against Ace’s as you would get up to talk to your friends or placing your hands on his arms to ‘feel’ his muscles and inspect his tattoos. All of that had made your crotch ace and drip, every inch of him was infatuating to you. You couldn’t believe Ace would even do such a thing with you.

Many women could only imagine being plowed by Portgas D. Ace, son of Gol D. Roger. And you were one of the few women to have him inside of you, that feeling alone was electrifying. You could only imagine the jealous glares you’d receive if anyone found out. Part of you wanted that, yearned to see people jealous over you, over the fact you were drenched with Ace’s cum and repeatedly rocked back and fourth by his girthy dick.

“Ace!” You cried out, throat growing dry and tight from the strong strain of your vocal chords. This was too much for you, it felt so good. The way Ace used his hips with euphoric, he was one of few men who knew what to do with their bodies, surely. It was magical, running from your overstimulated brain to your curled toes. “I think...i’m going to cum!” You whimpered our, voice filling the room, pillows no longer capable of containing the beast.

Beads of sweat dribbled down Ace’s well built chest, grazing the hues of his nipples. He looked down at your body, feeling your walls close upon him, squeezing him as if they were yearning for his seed.

The sensation of Ace’s thick cum shooting into you triggered something deep inside of you, breaking your self control in two pieces. The way it reached your deepest parts made your eyes roll back, long lashes dotted with hot tears.

Your fluid coated his dick, slinking it’s way downward to his balls. Your arousal painted his shaft and the sheets that held you two, becoming damp with both sweat and cum.

Ace hadn’t bothered to pull out, yet didn’t move. The room was merely full of nearly eternal panting and gasping, shaky breaths acting almost endless. It took you quite a bit to muster up the energy to speak, your brain still rendered useless from all the pleasure.

“That was amazing...” You looked back at Ace, giving him a tired smile. Your heart sunk as you noticed Ace smirk widely, snickering ever so slightly. Oh boy....

“Who says we’re done, Y/n?” Ace whispered huskily, pushing his black curls backward, wiping sweat from his brow as he stared down at your nude form.

#one piece #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece x reader #one piece reader inserts #one piece smut #portgas d ace x reader #portgas d ace x you #portgas d ace #portgas d. ace #ace x you #ace x y/n #ace x reader #smut fanfic #ace smut #fanfic #oneshot #one piece imagine #one piece imagines

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airiustide · 3 years

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The last few months, I have encountered a lot in the zutara fandom. A lot of which had me contemplating on my own personal issues with it and how often I’ve been silent in serious situations in an effort to keep my bubble safe. Because this fandom is my escapism and I desperately wanted to keep it that way even if it meant sacrificing my voice and just isolating my feelings. After having discussions with others who are in the same position as me and when also mentioning these to people close to me in the fandom, it dawned on me just how severely different some of us are treated. I’ve thought over a lot before proceeding to make this post and I’ve determined that I’m tired of staying quiet.

Im doing my best to rely all this as best as I can, so I ask you all to bear with me. What I want to bring up includes why POC most likely don’t reveal their identities. What I personally went through at the hands of other zutarians who made assumptions about me because they didn’t know my race. How I’m treated when bringing up issues about my race in fandom. The disturbing way white people use POC as shields in discourse. And how I and a few others of my race have been treated in the fandom among POC.

I’m black, which is something I don’t state in my bio. If I happen to mention it publicly, it’s very little. Otherwise only those where I take part in private platforms are aware.

Reasons are:

1.) because I have had racist encounters on tumblr and other public platforms before.

2.) because I’ve often felt isolated in the fandom due to my race

3.) I’ve always feared my opinions or interpretations of fandom being criticized because I’m black.

These were also the reasons why it took me almost 10 years being in the zutara fandom to gain the courage to create content or interact with others.

The good part is, keeping my race private I managed to get tangled in very little discourse or hate. The disgusting part is that in doing so I was placed in situations over the last few months where horrible claims and assumptions were spread about me by certain groups including mutuals that are not in my immediate circle. I was shocked and torn. This forced me to reveal that I am black and reveal my own traumas directly to the persons that started it. Granted they apologized and made corrections on their end after confronting them, the harm was done. This confirms how one sided this fandom always is while not fact checking, and how quickly the fandom I eventually trusted were willing to agree with a white person over verifying these claims first.

After seeing many POC openly interact and actually have a voice and share amazing content over the last few years, I was thrilled. I felt like I could finally be a part of something without worrying about my identity. I could be part of a new side of fandom and actually be heard as a POC. But here’s where my issue also lies; even among POC, black people are still treated differently in the fandom. Now, this isn’t me saying that black people have it worse in fandom than any other POC. This is what I, and a few other black people I’ve spoken to (not just in zutara) have experienced.

It always seems where topics surrounding POC issues are treated as serious discussions, mentioning any issues regarding specifically what black people go through in fandom is ignored. This has always happened to me, especially when mentioning topics like this to any of my non-black fandom friends. I don’t know if it’s because they don’t want to listen or if no one knows how to react but oftentimes I just drop it and begin to feel like subjects like these are treated with exceptions. Which is disappointing after I assumed there was improvement with inclusion for all POC. Years ago when I would express my opinions or disagreements, I would always get a response claiming I was just being a typical angry black woman. I’m not oblivious to the fact that this still goes on- though not as vocally as it used to- it’s clear in how the people around me react to black voices that shows there’s still a long way to go. I don’t think it’s always intentional but that’s something that bothers me. Having these concerns ignored has created this environment where some of us are afraid to openly take part in fandom.

It shouldn’t be like this for me, or anyone for that matter. I’ve also noticed how quick those in the fandom are to defend a white person who says they’re speaking for POC while ignoring actual POC voices when they don’t share the same views. I also noticed how non-black people have way more support when expressing their personal feelings in fandom than the black people I know of in the zutara fandom.

I don’t think I’m asking for much, not when it comes to a fandom that claims how inclusive they are. I would not say any of this if not for hearing other black people out as well (this in itself confirmed I’m not misinterpreting my observations). This isn’t just me venting or feeling disappointed and isolated in the fandom. This is me sharing something I want people to take with them.

And what I want people to take away from this is:

- Don’t pick and choose POC opinions about fandom while simultaneously ignoring other POC’s. You don’t come off as an ally, you come off as a leech who’s only purpose is to use our voices to justify your agendas.

- Stop treating black people in the fandom like our opinions have lesser meaning and actually listen. If you have a black friend within the fandom, make them feel included just as much as any other POC regardless how uncomfortable you are about the issues we present to you.

- Quit making assumptions about blogs that don’t reveal their identity when it comes to discourse. Chances are they are a POC like myself who are afraid of being criticized of their part in the fandom specifically because of their race.

I’ll admit I never felt so small in the fandom until recently and I hope whatever content creators that are POC who come after me have a better and healthier experience than I did.

#zutara #zutara fandom #cw racism #black people in fandom #black issues in fandom #long post

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atlas-of-a-human-soul · 3 years

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OKAY listen a SKY x reader smut👀👀👀👀👀… pleasee

Pairing: Sky x reader

Part one (This part can be a standalone, but part one is more like the intro to all of this)

A/N - Just wanted to add that Sky, as well as the rest of the characters are 18+ in all my fics. I mean, the entire series should have been college centered with young adults. Also, I don't really do smut, so consider this a one in a million.

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“You do not affect me!” She barely gets the words out before he closes the distance between them, pressing his index finger to her lips. Tentatively, he traces her cupid bow, then her lower lip as if he’s searching something in the smallest of nooks of the soft flesh.

“Yeah?” A part of Y/n feels self-conscious with the close proximity, wondering if he can see the growing zit on her chin or if he could notice the dark circles around her eyes she had been trying to cover up with a ton of make-up but failed.

“Are you sure”, Sky whispers and Y/N gulps.

No matter what she says, she couldn’t pretend. Another part of her, a deeper part, hoped he would stop this torture where her heart thumped so strongly when he neared her and just kiss her already, ending the intoxicating desire to have him closer than possible. And just as Y/N gives in, gravitating toward him, slowly standing on her tiptoes, Sky takes two steps back, making her nearly fall in his sudden need for space.

“That’s what I thought.” Sky’s smirks. Not only is he now aware Y/N can be swayed by his charms, it was giving him inner delight. He was savoring the moment. “Come along”, Sky instructs as he heads toward the dorms without even looking back, confident enough that she will follow.

And with a groan she does. She follows him inside the dorms, into his room without a word and she tells herself it’s because she wants to tell him off and put him in his place because she despises Sky and Riven and all the guys who think they’re so special that every girl falls for them if they look their way. She wanted to show him she hates him, yet when he grabs her by the hips and pulls her onto the bed, she finds herself laying on her back and with her heart in her throat.

“How’s this for you?” Sky whispers and she sighs.

“Why are we here?”

Throwing his arm over her hip lazily, Sky brought her closer to him, hearing her breath speed up at the proximity, but so did his.

He didn’t love her, he desired her most of all. He desired her gaze on him as desperately as the air he needs to breath. He desired her skin against his as the food he’d need to live. He desired her lips to speak his name in ecstasy more than the water as he thirsted for her more than anything else in this world.

And in his desire for her he had lost himself entirely. He had lost his cold exterior, becoming putty in her hands. He had lost his ruthlessness toward her, directing it to any and all who’d harm her. He had lost his resolve to stay away simply so he’d give into her with all he is.

So with that desire and the loss of him, he hated her for all of it. He hated her with burning passion. He hated her so much it consumed him.

Or so he told himself so. For in the end, he did nothing to push her away.

He couldn’t.

Not now. Not ever.

Logic demanded him to stop acting the way he is, but his entire logic went out the window the night he met her and for some reason, he found a fairy who wanted nothing to do with him. But in time, he’s figured out that maybe, just maybe it was a front. She did want him, almost as badly as he wanted her.

He’s no longer a part of the living anymore either. She’s become his cornerstone and no matter how hard he tried to deny it, it didn’t change. It’s become factual.

“Sky”, She whispers in the haze his closeness brought, making his lips spread widely.

“I’ve been waiting forever for you to say my name.” Sky is not ashamed to admit to it. She never once called him Sky, it was always ‘Blondie’.

“I held off on it…it makes us too cozy for comfort. Blurs the lines a little.” Her hand presses forward into the bicep of the arm around her, her teeth capturing her bottom lip once more.

“Oh, you have no idea what you do to me at all.” Sky leans in, his nose brushing hers as all pretense falls. He no longer has the strength to stay away and she doesn’t want him to. It’s been seven months since they met and every moment since then has been filled with mutual desire and need to fulfill their fantasies, buried under superficial excuses of mutual disdain and hate.

She may have been the ‘Ice Queen’, but she’s certainly melted in his hands.

Her heart races as she glances between his lips and his eyes, knowing what he’s thinking. She’s a virgin, barely experienced in sex and relationships and knowing he must have bedded girls who have not only experience but incredible looks had her doubting her own skill and retreating. Stella and Bloom were quite beautiful, Y/N found herself intimidated by her predecessors.

“Hey, hey. What did I do?” Sky wondered, his voice unusually soft and understanding.

“I just…I’m not sure what’s happening right now.” She admits sheepishly, finding Sky turn to his other side. Just when she thinks he’s angry and wants to leave her, he turns on the nightlight and comes back to her side with a genuine smile on his lips.

“I was moments away from indulging in my fantasy of feeling your lips against mine.” He responds so casually that Y/N coughs, nearly choking on her own spit.

“You’re not a virgin, are you?” He’s really not holding back, she thinks, nodding shyly, her lip finding its spot back between her teeth.

“I thought you were going to just kiss me!” Exclaiming, she giggled, finding it hard to maintain eye contact.

“You and I both know that neither of us would stop at a kiss, no matter how hard we try.” Sky cocks his left eyebrow, noticing her wandering gaze slowly fixing on him again.

“I’m not experienced like you and I have no clue what to do, so stop looking at me all sexy like that and let me breathe!” She huffs during her little freak out before sitting up in frustration and he sat up, chuckling at her behavior.

“What’s so funny?!” She pushed his right shoulder lightly, annoyed with him. There she is, opening up like never before and he laughs at her.

“The fact that you think I’d judge you for that or the fact that you think you and I having sex would ever compare to the girls I had before. They were right in that time, but I wasn’t...You and I are different.” He pulls his shirt off and then laid down, perching himself up on his right elbow so his damn abs were visible in all their perfection and Y/N could barely contain herself.

“And I’d be what exactly? How different are we?” She pushes for answers he looked ready to provide her with, her heart jumping nervously in her chest.

“Something I’d like to repeat over and over again. I wouldn’t oppose to call it…” He paused, licking his lips. “Dating.” He finished, looking at her wide eyes.

“You’re asking me to be with you? Like, exclusive?” She raised an eyebrow, shifting in her spot so she’s turned to him. “We could barely stand each other five minutes ago!” She reminds him.

“I guess so. But…I have to be honest with you.” He ran his left hand through his hair, moving it out of his face. “I have always liked you. I think I could love you. But my life is a mess, especially since Andreas came back and Saul was arrested. I can’t promise I’ll be the perfect boyfriend or that I won’t do something stupid and make you worry all the time.” The painfully honest confession had her frowning, but her desire for him eclipsed her thinking.

“Okay.” She whispered, letting out a dash of air she held while he stated his terms.

Y/N sighs and leans up, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. Sky doesn’t move, letting her take the lead if that’s what she needs to feel comfortable. He’s actually still in shock she’s okay with what he had to offer her, which isn’t much. He could get in trouble and locked up by the next day, have her in danger as well and she accepted that without a second thought.

Sky looks as she lays back down, her hair flowing down her left shoulder as gravity settles in. He brushes his nose against hers. Slowly, he leans down, just centimeters above her face. It’s painfully slow, building up the moment and her chest rises and falls with a quicker pace as he takes his time in the sweet torture. His lips are ghosting over hers before he tilts his head and starts kissing down her jaw.

She hums, eyes closing with Sky’s movements.

“I’m going to make you feel so good.” He whispers as her hand reaches down his abdomen, lightly tracing the outlines of his abs. He moves his hand down, reaching for the hem of her shirt, urging her to tug it off.

Y/N sits up and tugs her shirt off, exposing her lacy black bra and Sky sends her a smirk as she shyly groans.

“This is thanks to Stella, okay? This is completely unplanned.”

Sky eyes her, but the smirk disappears as she pushes up and wraps her hands around the back of his neck, pulling his lips to hers. His hands go down to either side of her head as she lays back and pulls him down with her. The kiss deepens and she moans into Sky’s mouth as he rolls his hips against hers, his hardened length pressing between her legs already. She’s felt more in this make out session than ever before and she couldn’t contain her excitement about going further with him.

Sky detaches his lips from hers only to reattach them to the sensitive skin of her neck, learning quickly where she’s most sensitive to his gentle touch. Her eyes close as she tilts her head, giving him more access. He moves one of the straps of her bra aside, enough to start sucking a small mark close to her collarbone. A pleasure-filled sigh falls from her lips as her hand comes up to Sky’s back, lightly pressing her nails into his skin. A low breath falls from Sky’s mouth with the sensation, but he continues to leave the hickey, running his tongue over the spot once he’s done to soothe the skin. He wanted to mark her, for his satisfaction alone but judging by the sound she made, it was very much mutual pleasure.

She pushes up, pulling the bra off herself, wanting to move faster, growing impatient.

A smirk comes to Sky’s face while he wraps his arms around her, bowing his head to press open mouth kisses around her collarbones and down her chest until he reaches her well rounded breasts that he found alluring for months and now he finally had full access, nothing holding him back. One of his hands comes from behind her and plays with one of her nipples, getting a moan for his effort, one of her hands going back to the bed to hold herself up while Sky’s mouth starts working on the other nipple.

With her eyes closed as she begins to lose herself in the sensation his lips cause, her hips start to buck forward into Sky’s on instinct.

She pulls Sky’s head from her breast, bringing his lips to hers before pulling him down with her and pushing his shoulder for her to get on top. His hands instinctively go to her hips, digging his fingers into the soft tissue over the bone. He loves that she’s got some meat on her bones, giving him something to squeeze and hold onto while his mind goes haywire.

Y/N follows the same pattern Sky did to her neck, satisfied once she’s left her mark on his skin. She kisses her way down his chest, slow enough that it’s becoming teasing. She’s not doing it on purpose, but Sky’s shaking his head and biting his tongue in order to stop himself from groaning out loud.

Once she reached the hem of his briefs, she slips her thumbs into the waistband, pulling them off and moving to allow him to kick them all the way off while she strips herself of her own underwear before kissing up his thighs and to his hip, around his pelvis and back up his chest, this time intentionally avoiding his twitching length.

She wasn’t sure what to do exactly, only knowing what she read in erotic novels and she was fairly certain they don’t count as proper research for sexual acts.

“Gonna tease me like that all night?” Sky’s voice is raw with lust as her lips meet his, feeling her core hovering over his length with every nerve in his body.

“If you’re going to look at me like that, I just might.” A cocky smirk comes to her face as she pulls away to meet his stare.

“Fuck no.” Sky growls, hands coming up to up her face, lips colliding with hers a little rougher than before and she can tell he’s aching for her.

“No more teasing, please.” He mutters against her lips, giving her confidence she’s been lacking.

Without saying a word, Sky reaches beside her and opens his nightstand drawer for a condom, feeling her smile against his lips. Her legs slightly giving out, she slides her folds against Sky’s length, inadvertently teasing him while he opens the condom and puts it in place with a few beads of sweat collecting on his chest.

Once ready, Sky turns them over, his head is against her collarbone, hers against the pillows. He lines his length up with her center, brushing his tip across her folds a few times before stopping entirely.

“You sure, love? We can still stop this.” Sky wants nothing more than to bury himself deep inside her, but he needs to make sure she’s alright with the way things are going. Before this night they were barely anything concrete and now he’s sweaty and his heart is pounding at the sight of her ready for him and he can’t mess this up by not being absolutely certain she wanted him just as badly as he wants her.

“Sky, please.” With hooded eyes, she’s the one pleading, her hands holding onto his arms for dear life as he slowly pushes into her the very moment he gets reassurance. He feels her fingers dig into his shoulders just as his dig into her hips.

He doesn’t move, opting to rest his forehead against hers, feeling her breath fan his face. Sky’s aware he’s bigger than most guys and this being her first time, he mentally face palmed for not preparing her more. He’s just so eager he couldn’t contain himself, but he managed to enter without issue, slowly filling her up inch by inch until he bottomed out, remaining still to let her adjust to his size before grinding into her.

“Are you okay?” He whispers, but she just nods, a breathless “Yeah” passing her lips.

His thrusts are met by her own hips moving on instinct, grunts and moans filling the air and become louder as he increases his pace. He feels himself getting closer, her clenching around him letting him know she’s not too far behind. He can tell by the expression of pure bliss and lust on her face and the pitch of her moans growing just to the sound he wished to get her to make that she’s getting close, so he takes a hand from her hip and presses his thumb to her clit. She jerks forward, a higher moan escaping her throat. His thumb is relentless, keeping its pace until she’s clenching around him and yelling his name, his own grunts and moans coming to an end when his movement turns jerky and he all but collapses on top of her.

Her heart pounds as her sweaty chest meets his head, giving him a perfect way to hear just what he has done to her. He presses a couple of lazy kisses on her chest, resituating on her, planting his feet on the bed but he doesn’t move, not yet.

“Sky”, She whispers, bringing a smile to his lips. Knowing he just felt her first orgasm and that he’s responsible put him on cloud nine. He barely held it together, never ever being the type to fall into a girl and remain there as she scratched the back of his neck like he just did, allowing her to touch him so intimately after sex.

“How do you feel? Are you okay?” He asks, barely lifting his head off her chest.

Most times, Sky wanted the girls to leave after sex, but now? He found himself torn between doing it again or falling asleep in her arms. Lucky for him, she decides for them.

“Very good.” She responds with a smile, nesting on his chest.

“I really think you and I are the real deal.” Sky admits and Y/N holds her breath, wondering how much time they spent in denial when they could have been together all along.

“I hope so.”

#sky x reader #sky smut #sky fate winx saga #fate the winx saga #sky imagine #winx sky #sky

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morgansmoreid · 3 years

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Do You Still Love Me • Derek Morgan • Chapter Six

Chapter Name: "Take My Mind off All the Bad"

Fic Masterlist

Italic writing stands for flashbacks.

Content/Trigger Warnings: Slightly Detailed Smut, Implied Drug Usage, Talks of Child Molestation (very brief/Derek's past)

Smut Warnings: Cunnilingus, Praising, Overstimulation, Begging, Orgasm Delay, Penetrative Sex, Daddy kink (slight), Unprotected sex, Handjob

Bold Italic stands for the talking between phone calls

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"I don't push people away," Y/n mumbled as she pulled into the hotel parking lot.

She grabbed her jacket from the passenger side and headed to her room, ignoring the kind worker who said hello to her.

Y/n stepped off the elevator and pulled her key out of her back pocket, the 'ding' filling the hallway silence at that moment.

Closing the door quietly, Y/n walked towards the small light from the lamp on the left side. As she whipped her head around the corner, she was met Derek's bright smile.

"Hey," He nodded, muting the bad hotel show he was watching.

"Hi, baby," She slipped off her blazer and threw it onto a nearby chair with her jacket.

Walking to the bathroom, Y/n turned on the shower and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were red, and her cheeks started to puff.

So many tears spread for the ones who don't care.

Stripping the rest of her clothes, Y/n stepped into the shower, the hot water flowing over her body. She just stood there for a while, the water the only thing filling the silence in the bathroom. The time moved slowly, leaving Y/n trapped in her thoughts.

"Ms, Feilds, please take off the sunglasses," The math sub called Y/n during the work period.

Y/n scoffed and slouched down as her heavy eyelids began to betray her.

"The sunglasses," The sub asked again, this time more demanding.

Before Y/n could say anything, Arianna turned around and grabbed them off Y/n's face.

"Fuck!" Y/n winced at the added sunlight.

The teacher took one look at Y/n's dilated pupils and took her into the hall.

The knock at the door pulled Y/n out of her thoughts.

"Bae?" Derek called out, the shower curtain blocking his concerned expression from Y/n's eyes.

"Hm?" Y/n hummed, poking her head out of the shower, not leaving much to the eye.

"You ok?" Derek leaned in.

Y/n shook her head in reassurance, a chill filling her body as Derek's thumb swiped across her cheek.

"So why are you crying?" He pulled back.

Y/n just stares at him.

"You don't see them, you won't get it."

"You might leave, I don't want you to."

"I hold up my past with strong walls, it only takes one hit though. One hit and it's all gone."

"I have habits that are calling my name and yet you are the only thing that keeps me from giving in."

That's what Y/n wants to say. She wants Derek to know, she wants him to listen.

"Sad day, that's all. Pass me that towel?" She changes the subject instead.

He looks back and passes her the towel hanging off the bathroom door. She wraps it around herself and steps out, turning off the shower from the outside. She walks out of the bathroom, Derek following behind as she pulls out a shirt and some underwear from her go-bag. She throws the towel to the bed, her body now exposed to Derek. He watches as she slips on the black underwear and one of his oversized graphic tees before throwing the towel over to the same chair her jackets were in.

Derek walks over to the bed, sitting in the same spot he was in before. Eyes follow down Y/n's body, almost habitual, a small grin appearing on his face at his marks that were starting to clear up from a few nights before. Y/n walks toward the bed and sits next to him, the hotel mattress providing little to no comfort at all.

"Are you ok?" She asks as she lays her head on his shoulder. It's a small gesture, but that's all Y/n wants and needs.

"Just tired, been a long day." Derek kisses the top of her forehead.

"You got that right," Y/n laughs.

It's a genuine laugh, a happy one.

Wrapping an arm around her torso, Derek pulls Y/n as close as he could. She's hiding something. Derek knows what it feels like to go through the lengths of keeping a secret. He was willing to go to jail for a murder he didn't commit if it meant no one knows what Carl Buford did to him. If it meant he didn't have to relive those memories once more.

Except even with the team by his side, Derek felt alone.

And when the memories resurface, when Derek can feel Carl's touch, he feels alone. Y/n pulls him out of that but he still feels alone. He doesn't want her to feel that.

It sucks to feel that.

"I love you," He mumbled into a comfortable silence.

Y/n looked up, her head almost hitting his chin, and just smiled.

"I love you too," She kissed his lips.

His soft, warm, comfortable lips.

Neither one could tell you what happened. Derek pulled Y/n in, leaving her straddled on his lap. Their kiss grew hotter as Y/n pulled herself closer to Derek, his forming boner giving her the friction her body desired. Hands gripped her sides as they moved down to her ass, a small moan leaving her mouth into his.

Derek's hands moved up Y/n's bare back as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Derek pulled the tee off of Y/n, throwing it somewhere in the room. Her skin was warm against his chest. His lips kissed and marked down her body before coming back up to hers.

"I love you," He said one more time.

"I love you."

Wrapping one arm across her back, Derek repositioned them both as a grin appeared on his face at the sight of his girlfriend under him.

Legs wrap around his waist as Derek marks Y/n's neck. He taps the side of her thigh, signaling for her to unravel her legs. As they fall to the side, Derek resumes his travel down her body again, this time taking the black underwear with him.

His arms wrap around her thighs as he pulls her all the way to the edge, eyes searching her for consent to continue.

She nods but it's not enough for Derek. He raises an eyebrow at her, getting an eye-roll in return.

"Tell me what you want." He mumbled.

"You." Y/n bluntly stated, staring him down.

"Can't hear you," He taunted, his fingers moving closer to Y/n's wet arousal.

"Please daddy," The words rolled of Y/n's tongue.

That was all it took for Derek. His lips attached her clit, a loud moan coming from Y/n in response. Her hands grabbed onto the bedsheets, squeezing them hard as Derek quickly quickened his pace.

To silence her moans, Y/n brought her hand to her mouth, the method only muffling the sounds to the bare minimum. Frowning at her actions, Derek added two fingers into her slit and pulled her hand down, her moan like a medley in his ears.

Small curses and names left Y/n's mouth as her orgasm started to build up.

"Derek..." She cried, her muscles tensing.

Instead of responding, Derek's tongue quickened its pace as his fingers curled inside of her again and again.

Throwing her head back, Y/n felt her composure wearing off as she called Derek's name one more time, only it came out in a breath, relieving how close to her climax she truly was.

As his fingers continued to thrust inside her, Derek pulled away and smirked at the begging Y/n.

"Go ahead," He growled in her ear.

He moved up to her face as his thumb came into contact with clit, throwing Y/n completely off the edge. With their chest's now in complete contact, Y/n's nails slid down Derek's back as she came down from her high.

Removing his hand, Derek ran his other one against Y/n's face, leaving small kisses as her breathing returned to a normal pace. His other thumb swiped across the tip of his tongue, Y/n's sweet arousal to taste.

He loved every part of Y/n. Take one look at them together and the feeling was clearly mutual.

Both of them wanted more.

Both of them craved more.

Turning her head to look at him, Y/n pressed her lips against Derek's, the taste savoring and sweet. His own muscles relaxed to the calm touch of her nail against his shoulder and her body goes soft at his hand to the side of her leg.

It's just the two of them in this moment-and they know it.

The kiss deepens fast as both tounges fighting for dominance. Y/n gives in and pulls the drawstrings of Derek's grey sweatpants, losing them out of the small knot they were in. Derek's figure points out just from under the band, a low grunt comes out as Y/n palms him.

His eyes meet hers, glassy and lust-filled as she lets at a patronizing smile. Pulling the sweats down, Y/n's hands rub on Derek, the action causing him to grip the sheets above her head with no mercy.

"Keep doing that and you'll ruin the fun," He said, his tone assertive and demanding.

"Like this?" Y/n fastened her pace as she batted faux innocence to Derek.

Instead of giving her a reaction, Derek used his hand to spread Y/n's leg farther away from his. Two steps ahead of him, Y/n made his job easier and braced herself for what was next.

"Ready?" Derek lined himself up with Y/n. He was aware of his size, he was aware of what he could do to Y/n.

And he loved it.

Slowly thrusting into her, Derek gave her a second to adjust before lacing his fingers with hers. He loved when it was just them. He loved when she was all his, all for him. He loved the way her eyes rolled back as his thrusts got harder. He loved the way his name rang out her mouth in pleasure.

He loved everything when it came to Y/n.

Especially her nails dragging down her back.

Y/n's fingers tightened around Derek's as she felt her second orgasm coming. Her body was sore and tired from the first time and she was getting closer and closer.

"You can do it," Derek praised in her ear.

"Come on do it for daddy," He kissed her lips, the words enough to send her past her limit.

Walls clench around Derek as her free hand drags down his back, Y/n's leg shaking violently as a result. His body fully covers her second later, one more thrust ending both of them.

It's like home to both of them. Their bare skins in contact with each other and only each other, the words that he mumbles in her ear, each syllable spent expressing his love for her.

They take away each other's bad.

Taking all the warmth with him, Derek head to the bathroom and comes back with a damp cloth.

"A shower will do us both good," He presses the fabric onto Y/n's body.

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leviathanswingman · 3 years

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cavity and sweet tooth; DiaLuci oneshot

“Lucifer, can you come here for a moment?”

Lucifer, sitting by the fireside with his head bowed ever so slightly, bangs softly brushing against his cheeks, lifted his head from the paperwork he had been working on for hours and hours with no end in sight.

He turned his head towards the source of commotion, barely able to suppress a sigh as he took note of Diavolo sitting on the ground of the house of lamentation’s music room, cross legged and soft-spined, evidently lost in conversation with none other than Lucifer’s antisocial little brother Leviathan.

Seeing them chatting as if they were life-long friends, Lucifer couldn’t help but suppress a sigh he could feel rising from the depths of his soul. With Diavolo’s devil-may-care personality, fraternizations of this sort rarely ever worked out in his favor.

After all, the demon prince had originally paid the house of lamentation a surprise visit to discuss several work-related issues that had come up on short notice . To no-one’s surprise however, that had quickly turned into Lucifer doing the actual work while Diavolo was fooling around, attempting to lure Levi into another semi-deep conversation.

“Yes?” Lucifer asked, admittedly curious to find out what exactly those two had been going on about. Leviathan was extremely reclusive by nature, so for someone to catch his attention, the topic of conversation must have been quite captivating.

He pushed up the glasses that had been sliding down his nose inch by inch, readjusting them appropriately.

Diavolo mustered him and let out a sigh. “Come here, just for a second!” When there was barely any reaction coming, he shook his head impatiently and beckoned Lucifer over. “Do I have to implore you? I promise it won't take long. I want to try something out Leviathan here mentioned-”

“Right, right.” Through years and years spent as Diavolo’s friend and right hand man, Lucifer had learned that when confronted with another one of Diavolo’s outlandish requests, indulging him before inevitably shutting him down was the easiest way to go.

He sighed once, but put aside his paperwork regardless and got up from his chair. Of course he knew this foretold nothing good. Still, it was Diavolo who was asking. And although the man often failed to remain professional, determined to break down all of Lucifer’s carefully built up walls, Lucifer knew he could trust him. Even in moments like these when Diavolo was really hellbent on testing his patience.

He walked over to Diavolo and Leviathan, stopping inches away from them and crossed his arms. “So, what's all of this about?”

Diavolo looked up to him and threw him a displeased look. “Lucifer,” he started and before Lucifer could so much as answer, Diavolo had already closed his fingers around Lucifer's wrist, giving it one big tug.

Taken off guard by Diavolo's sudden boldness, Lucifer let himself be pulled down to the ground with nothing but a badly hidden stumble.

Levi, who had been lounging on a couch behind Diavolo let out a stifled laugh before Lucifer caught his eye and gave him a proper glare, shutting him up for good.

“Diavolo!”

The demon prince let out a low chuckle as he watched Lucifer readjust his position. As soon as he was sitting semi-comfortably in front of him, Diavolo grabbed Lucifer’s forearms and lifted them

“I hope I didn't startle you now, did I?” he said with a low rumble to his voice, his eyes focusing in on Lucifer's hands which were hidden by his lavish black gloves. “Would you take these off for a second?”

Lucifer's eyebrows knit together in confusion. He lifted his eyes to look at Diavolo, whose attention seemed to be strictly focused on Lucifer's hands.

“I suppose,” he answered, yet before he could do as much as lift a finger, Diavolo was already busying himself pushing up Lucifer’s sleeve, hooking his index finger in-between smooth fabric and even smoother skin, successfully freeing Lucifer's left hand.

“There we go!”

“Remind me as to why we're doing this again?”

Diavolo scooted a little bit closer, now facing Lucifer as he took hold of his right gloved hand. “No need to look that grim. As I said, I was just wondering about something Leviathan has brought up ever so passionately. You'll be free to finish your work in no time.”

A small scowl crept up on Lucifer's face as he turned his head towards his little brother. “Levi, if this is anything but appropriate I will make sure to turn you into-”

Before he could finish his sentence Leviathan had already taken hold of his belongings and bolted out of the room. To be quite honest, Lucifer couldn't remember the last time he had seen him run quite as fast.

Lucifer decided to put his focus back on Diavolo just as he felt one of his fingers glide along his skin before disappearing in the gap between glove and hand, successfully pulling off the second glove as well.

For a moment Diavolo ogled Lucifer’s hands, hands that were seen covered way more often than bare, before raising his hands as if to give a high five.

“Mirror my movements,” he said with a smile on his lips and a twinkle in his admittedly pretty eyes.

Lucifer stared at his raised palms for a moment or two until Diavolo started to get tired of waiting and motioned towards Lucifer with a quick circular motion of hand.

“Hold them up like this,” he said, putting both his hands back up at chest height.

“Diavolo, I really don't see the point in any of this,” Lucifer protested, but followed suit anyway. He mirrored Diavolo's motions, throwing him a quizzical look from behind their hands while doing so.

Diavolo threw him a blinding smile as he connected their hands palm to palm, gently but confidently, making sure that they were lined up perfectly at the bottom.

The tips of Lucifer's fingers, softly pressed against Diavolo's digits, were tingling curiously under the gentle feeling of skin against skin.

It wasn't that Lucifer was touch-starved, no, he was simply not used to these slow, soft, almost tentative touches; especially coming from Diavolo.

“Well, won't you look at that!”

“What specifically am I supposed to look at now? This is ridiculous. I still have work to do so-” he started, but before he could stand up again and return to his stack of papers Diavolo pushed his hands against Lucifer's perceptibly harder.

“Don't be like that, just look!!”

Lucifer pushed back out of reflex.

His eyes dropped down to their hands and, surprised by the unexpected sight, Lucifer felt something click in the back of his brain.

Graceful, slender hands stood in contrast to slightly bigger, stronger looking ones. For once, he did not push back in retaliation, but mustered their joined hands instead.

The sight made him feel almost nostalgic. Hands, once curled to uncertain fists, were now joined in mutual obedience and respect. It was a strange and perhaps vulnerable thing to take note of. He shook his head, face to face with his own mushy thoughts.

Still, instead of pulling away as his instincts were telling him to, Lucifer pushed back as Diavolo also considered their hands for a moment, letting out a rumbling laugh before dropping his fingers a bit to fully slide them between Lucifer’s.

“Even your hands are positively stunning, Lucifer. Pray tell, how do you manage any of it? Stunning from head to toe,” he practically mumbled, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth, revealing the slightest hint of dimples on his cheeks.

Lucifer, unsure of what to do with his hands as he pretended to not have heard any of Diavolo’s flattering mumblings, furrowed his brows as he quickly blew a stray strand of hair out of his eyes.

“There you go buttering me up again like that. What even is the use of all of this?” Experimentally, he spread his fingers a little bit further apart and threw Diavolo a quick glance from under his lashes. Finally, he grew tired of keeping his fingers upright and dropped them unceremoniously, decidedly ignoring the fact that theoretically, if you were being really strict, he was holding hands with Diavolo right now. He forced himself not to think about it beyond measure.

“Permission to compliment?” Diavolo asked belatedly, a mixture of joy and mischief painting his features delightfully carefree.

“Absolutely not.”

They were adults, and additionally to that, two of the most respected demons all across the devildom. Them holding hands like frivolous adolescents would be ridiculous, preposterous even. If any of his brothers were to see him like this, they’d certainly laugh like the hyenas they were.

Certainly, Lucifer wasn't about to get embarrassed by him and Diavolo holding hands. Except for the fact that without any doubt, he was indeed feeling undeniably embarrassed.

He cleared his throat. “So, has inspiration finally struck hard enough for you to tell me what this is all about? If I recall correctly you mentioned this having been caused by another one of Levi's nonsensical ramblings?”

Diavolo’s eyes were still trained on their joined hands. He ran his thumb across the back of Lucifer’s hand and let his middle finger rub along Lucifer’s protruding knuckles. For a moment, he seemed lost in thought, unaware of the redness that was unmistakably dusting his friend’s neck and ears.

Lucifer, ever so aware of his body’s own reactions, suppressed them with sheer dedication and efficiency before his tired mind could come up with any more funny ideas.

He cleared his throat and forced his attention back to their previous topic of conversation, away from Diavolo’s beautiful -of course solely objectively speaking- fingers rubbing soothing circles into the back of his hands.

“So what sort of nonsense was Levi trying to convince you of?” he tried again. And in spite of himself, Lucifer caught himself suppressing a sigh accompanied by a shudder as Diavolo ran his thumb over smooth skin, turning it into a huff before the traitorous sound had even so much as a sliver of a chance of slipping past closed lips

Although he was known all across the lands for his professionalism, that didn’t mean he was unresponsive to outward stimuli. And no matter how easily exasperated he was by Diavolo’s lack of work morale, Lucifer had grown somewhat fond of the future demon king. Not that he would ever be caught dead admitting to such a foolish thing out loud.

“Oh, nothing much. He just mentioned it being a ‘sacred trope’, i think that’s how he put it, therefore I couldn’t help but feel tempted to try it out myself! So what do you think, Lucifer?”

Lucifer averted his eyes and successfully crushed the overwhelming feeling of sheer mortification daring to overtake his body.

Of course, Diavolo had been swayed by Leviathan’s absurd ramblings, overtaken by a morbid sort of curiosity he often liked to display as a born-to-be isolated from most of society. There was nothing more to it than that.

Lucifer untangled his fingers from Diavolo’s, standing up abruptly.

“This is not only a waste of my time, but also yours. We should get back to work now. There’s no reason to bother with this any longer.” Without any hesitation, he turned back around to the abandoned stack of paperwork sitting lonely by the fireside. He took a third of the work off the pile, placed a pen on top of it and pushed it into Diavolo’s lap, who blinked at him sheepishly for a moment. Diavolo then threw him one last look, which was glaringly obvious a pout, and let out one big, dramatic sigh. “You are incorrigible Lucifer, has anyone ever told you that?”

Lucifer allowed himself one last look at Diavolo’s almost cartoonish sulking expression before he averted his gaze from the playful twinkle in Diavolo’s eyes down to the way the fabric of his pants was stretching under the promise of girthy thighs and delicate skin, willing himself to come back to his senses before it was too late and he had officially lost all common sense. “Get back to work, Diavolo. You know I’m a busy man and neither of us have all day.”

He threw the demon prince one last stimulated look, calmed his heart, picked up his pen and started writing.

#my writing #obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #dialuci #diavolo x lucifer #lucifer x diavolo #fanfic #oneshot #hand holding #fluff #i finally felt satisfied with this #been sitting on it for months!!#i actually posted this yesterday already but felt really insecure and deleted it again #won't do that now tho bc i checked it again and changed some minor details and now i feel good about what i came up with :)

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hi! could you do a draco x reader imagine where it’s enemies to lovers and one night at a party draco gets drunk and confesses his feelings?

drunk // draco malfoy

masterlist!

a/n: i literally had an idea exactly like this n my drafts omg but it was smut :0 wut r the odds. n e way, hope u like it, thanks for the request anon!!

summary: You and Draco are enemies until one drunken night leads to a confession of secret feelings.

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It was no secret that the Slytherin house was plagued by Draco Malfoy. The house was split; people who went along with Malfoy’s bullying and those who hated the boy. You were proud to say you definitely did not get along with Draco.

Over the many years of mutual torment between the two of you, you had both improved on your ways you made the other’s life a living hell.

This week, you had decided to casually mention to Ron that in his sleep, Draco sucked his thumb. You had no idea if this was true, of course, but you knew Ron would tell everyone he knew.

In retort, Draco had been stealing any of your school work you left out in the common room. He would return it a few days later with all your work erased.

This was typical. It would have been unusual if you didn’t have the added stress Draco gave you.

The worst part was the classes you shared. You shared a fair amount of them, being in the same house and finding a lot of your courses to be the same. The both of you were fairly smart, proving to be good competition.

Charms was your least favorite. You had an awful memory, and when you had to remember the physical movements with the vocal spell, you struggled miserably. Draco did fine in Charms, which made it even worse.

Today was particularly difficult, having to memorize at least ten spells, each with different movements and verbal aspects. You sulked out of the room, loosening your green tie in frustration.

“Finding Charms a little hard today?” Draco mocked, raising his voice so it mimicked that of a baby’s.

“Not as hard as that Transfiguration test was for you last week. How much like a tea pot did your poor little mouse look like? I seem to recall it still had its tail,” you retorted, feeling better already about Charms as you looked at Draco’s sour expression.

“So what? What good will a mouse teapot do me? At least I can cast a gouging charm without nearly killing half the class,” Draco shot back, taking an intimidating step closer to you.

The two of you stood off in the middle of the hallway. This often happened after Charms, for it was the last class of the day and neither of you had anything better to do than shout at each other.

You rolled your eyes at the boy and crossed your arms over your chest.

“I didn’t even come close to killing anyone, Draco. Your such a drama queen,” you teased him, enjoying the flush on his cheeks.

“Oh shut up,” he managed to still sound fierce, even with the pink hint on his face.

“Gonna cry about it?” you teased further, hoping to rile him up more.

He squinted his eyes at you and gave you one last critical look. He lifted his lip in a sneer and stalked off, Goyle and Crabbe following after him.

That was how you and Draco interacted. You would tease him, press his buttons, and he would get incredibly angry. It either ended with his storming off, or him saying something hurtful enough that actually made you sink to his level. He didn’t do it very frequently, because usually it resulted in him having a bruised eye for a few weeks.

You were happy to stand up to Draco, because not many other people did it. He was often too favored by Snape to ever get too badly hurt by Harry, and everyone else was too scared of him. Snape didn’t often interfere with the interactions between you and Draco, and you assumed he simply did not care.

You left Charms for the day feeling significantly more confident than when you had entered. You failed miserably at the assignments, and that upset you, but your little victory over Draco made up for it. You walked with Pansy to the Black Lake, books clutched tight to your chest as shields against the cold air nipping your skin. Your scarf clung to your neck and did its best to defend your vulnerable lips.

“You really can’t go?” you asked again, adding a slight whine to your voice.

“I can’t,” Pansy replied regretfully, “I’ve got loads of work to do, and my mum’s been on me about it recently.”

Pansy had fallen behind in more than a few of her courses. You supposed you could blame yourself a little, but didn’t like to think that hard about it. You and Pansy had been fast and loose recently, attending almost any and every party you could find, and spending a little more money than usual on certain substances. You justified it, though, thinking you’d be spending just as much at Hogsmeade every weekend.

“It won’t be any fun without you, though,” you said, still hoping she would change her mind.

“You’ll have Daphne,” Pansy said teasingly, “give her enough firewhisky and she’s a hoot.”

You giggled with Pansy, thinking back to the last time Daphne got drunk at a party. She had climbed on almost every elevated surface to dance, and when she ran out of tables to stand on, she had tried walking on the heads of the nearest first years.

“Can I help you on some of your work? Get it out of the way?” you offered, practically desperate at this point.

“Would you? That might actually work,” Pansy exclaimed, rushing to the nearest tree to sit against with her school things.

You trailed after her, sitting next to her and pulling out some of your quills. You looked dutifully at Pansy’s Ancient Runes work, starting to write in your best attempt at your best friend’s handwriting.

You knew there was an ulterior motive in wanting Pansy at the party, as much as you didn’t want to admit it. She was usually the only person who could effectively stop you from drunkenly interacting with Draco. She was the only one who could keep you two separate. As much as you hated Draco, something in your drunk subconscious always made you drawn to him. You needed her at that party.

Pansy stole a glance from her Potions work, looking at you. She smiled thankfully, tucking her short hair behind her ear and returning to her work.

The two of your worked silently for as long as you could, but the sun was against you. It crept away, hiding behind trees and clouds. The two of you began to collect Pansy’s scattered books in the dusk, some faint and lingering sunlight peaking through trees branches lighting the ground. You pulled your robes closer to you, feeling the air get colder as the sun was no longer there to warm you. You and Pansy struggled back to the castle, avoiding stray tree roots carefully.

The both of you heard leaves crunching from a few feet away. You ignored it, figuring it was just some other students making their way up to the castle for dinner, too. The light was fading more and more, and you and Pansy were just about to clamber out of the heavily forested area when something hard knocked into your shoulder from behind. Draco had come from the left of you, walking past you and throwing his shoulder into yours. You stumbled forwards, but Pansy’s vigilant hand was quick to steady you before you could fall forwards.

“Merlin!” you said out of surprise, before you realized who it was.

His hair looked white in the moonlight that now illuminated the field. The bottom half of his face was shadowed by a tree, but you could tell by the glint in his eyes that he was smirking. You rolled your eyes, feeling your feet firmly planted on the ground again, and began walking past Draco with Pansy’s arm looped in yours.

“Scare ya?” Draco snarled, taking a few long strides to walk in pace with you and Pansy.

“The only thing about you that scares me, Draco, is your nasty breath,” you said, pretending to sound sweet.

Draco scoffed, and you made a disgusted face, pretending to smell his breath from the few feet you were away from him.

“Honestly Draco,” Pansy said from beside you, struggling to hide her smile but going along with your joke and lifting her hand to cover her nose, “you’d think some of your daddy’s money would go towards toothpaste.”

You laughed earnestly, looking to Draco so you wouldn’t miss the offended face you knew he always made. He wasn’t doing it though, his brows weren’t furrowed and his lips weren’t curled. He looked off. His eyes narrowed but his lips were spread into some sort of crooked grin.

You narrowed your eyes back at him in suspicion, which he noticed. He quickly snapped out of whatever he was in, and his usual sneer was directed towards you and Pansy as he sulked off to the castle.

You and Pansy sat at the Slytherin table in your usual spots. Draco was a few people away from the both of you, as he usually was, but you both ignored him. It was easy to do, especially recently. Blaise had taken a peculiar interest in Pansy, and wherever Blaise went followed his friend Klein.

Blaise was busy fawning over Pansy, watching her with a dazed look as she brushed her hair from her face. Klein kept his eyes locked on you, something you did not mind.

The boy was a year ahead of you, and he was the interest of just about every Slytherin girl. His green eyes were piercing, especially against the black hair that fell onto his forehead. He always kept his tie remarkably straight, and you often found yourself twirling it in your fingers to tease him.

Tonight, he and Blaise walked with you and Pansy around the grounds before curfew.

“Are you going to the party on Saturday?” Blaise asked Pansy, bringing his arm up to wrap around her shoulders.

“I don’t know yet,” she said, and upon seeing your pitiful face she continued, “I’ll try, but no guarantees.”

“Are you going?” Klein asked you, pulling a hand from his pocket to adjust his green tie.

“Of course,” you smirked, “I would never miss a party.”

Klein stared at you for a moment longer, and aware of his gaze, you bit your lip. You liked to mess with him, he was always so uptight and serious, it was fun to see him unwind just at your little actions.

You and Pansy said goodnight to the boys as you went to the girls dorms.

The next day was odd, for as you came down the stairs to the common room, you saw Draco. It was not odd to see Draco in the common room, but it was odd for him to not immediately find you in a room and insult you. Instead, he merely locked his eyes with yours and stared at you. When you crinkled your face in confusion, he looked away, turning his attention back down to the book perched in his lap.

“Ready for breakfast?” Pansy asked, coming from behind you on the stairs.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, still looking at Draco as you followed her out of the common room.

In Potions, Draco didn’t torment you. In Transfiguration, he only stared at you, no sneer or grimace present. Most strangely, in Charms, he didn’t even bat an eye when your wand movement was off and your spell rebounded and hit Hannah Abbot.

You apologized to Hannah profusely, even offering to walk her to the infirmary as her hand began to swell two times its normal size. She blushed, obviously embarrassed by the affliction, but insisted she could go by herself. She made sure you knew she forgave you, smiling politely as you followed her to the door and watched her go down the hallway. You shouted one last apology at her as she turned the corner, and she lifted her swelled hand in a friendly wave.

Draco watched the entire interaction from his seat, his eyes following you as you held Hannah’s large hand in yours to look at the damage you caused. He looked at the guilty expression on your face, the red tint in your cheeks. He felt two things bubbling in his stomach: adoration and rage. He felt adoration, as he had been feeling for you for a while, and felt rage because he felt this way.

He swallowed hard as your eyes met his. In your flustered and guilty state, you shot him an annoyed look. He widened his eyes, embarrassed to be caught staring, and plunged his face downward to look back into his Charms textbook.

Draco had been weird lately, you noticed. For it was the third day, Friday by now, of no loud arguments in the hall, no insults in the common room, and not even a stray dinner roll being launched at your head during dinner (yes, he did that often). You and Pansy, however, were too busy doing her late work to do anything about Draco. She really was behind, and it was hard for you to do her late work as you had new assignments to do yourself. Pansy found a similar difficulty, leading you both to spend your Friday night poured over textbooks in the common room.

“Hard at work, girls?” you and Pansy looked up to see Blaise and Klein.

They fell into the couch across form you where you sat at a wooden desk against the wall. You had pulled two large armchairs to the table, the leather giving you some sort of relief as you bent over the work. Klein’s long arms stretch the length of the two person couch, and his stalky fingers tapped against it. Blaise leaned forwards, resting his elbows on his knees as he stared at Pansy. Klein eyed you hungrily, obviously enjoying the sight of your tie undone and your skirt riding up as you sat with your legs tucked beneath you.

Normally, you and Pansy would have engaged the boys, entertained yourselves with their mindless presence, but you had real things to do. Blaise and Klein may have been handsome, but they definitely weren’t the company you wanted right now.

“Hello Blaise,” Pansy mumbled tiredly, not looking up from the Transfiguration essay she was about to finish, “how’re you?”

“I’m alright,” he said airily, leaning back into the couch and taking Pansy’s simple question as an invitation to stay and talk.

You fought the urge to groan, not looking up form the Arithmancy problems you scrawled over and over.

“How about we sneak to the kitchens tonight?” Klein suggested, and you heard the smirk in his voice without having to look at him.

“We’re busy,” you said curtly, clenching your jaw as you came across a difficult set of numbers.

Pansy looked up at you from her paper, flashing you a warning look. You rolled your eyes, giving her an exasperated look. She raised her eyebrows, her face becoming stern. You sighed, releasing the tight grip on your quill.

“I’m sorry boys,” you forced your sweetest voice, “we’ve got loads of homework to do before the party tomorrow. Another time?”

Blaise looked disappointed, but accepting. Klein stood to his full height, and your eyes followed him as he grew. He looked down at you with a playful smirk, licking his lips.

“Of course. We’ll see you tomorrow?”

You nodded and Pansy waved kindly to Blaise. You decided then that you were no longer interested in Klein. He had been fun when he got flustered just from a glance, but now he was becoming like every other teenage boy. His smirks made you want to gag, and his lingering looks were creepy. You figured you’d tell him tomorrow night, if you still cared that much by then.

You and Pansy continued to work until Pansy slouched back in her chair and groaned loudly.

“I can’t get it done tonight. I’ll have to work on it tomorrow,” she pouted, but looked resolute.

You didn’t bother to attempt another guilt trip, or convince her otherwise. Pansy’s mind was made up. You had to go to this party alone. Pansy wouldn’t let you stay in the dorm all night with her, either, so it’s not like you even had a choice. At least Klein wouldn’t bother you. He seemed to only have the guts to come up to you if Blaise did too, and he wouldn’t come up to you if you weren’t with Pansy. Now all you had to do was make sure not to get roped into an argument with Draco. You had to be the bigger person for one night and make sure you wouldn’t do anything you’d regret in the morning.

Pansy was right, she couldn’t get all her work done that night. She sat on her bed with books sprawled around her. You looked at yourself in the mirror, smoothing your hands over the clothe hugging your body. You looked good, you felt good.

“You’re going to be fine,” Pansy reassured you for the tenth time as you sat at the end of her bed, “you can go to parties without me.”

“Okay, but if I come back here tonight having lost a shoe or something, it’s your fault,” you joked, smiling as Pansy laughed.

You, Daphne, and Millicent stayed in your dorm for a little while longer. You moved some clothes around in your trunk, lifting a hidden compartment at the bottom. You retrieved two bottles of firewhisky, handing them to Daphne and Millicent. You closed your trunk, meeting the impressed expressions of the girls. Usually Fred and George Weasley provided alcohol for the school, known for their impressive parties. You and Pansy, however, had your own supply you liked to keep for rainy days. While this wasn’t a rainy day, you couldn’t help the need for a little liquid courage as you had to go to your first party without your best friend. You took the bottle from Millicent and Pansy giggled as she looked up from her Ancient Rune dictionary to watch you take a large swig of the drink.

You felt it burn as it traveled down your throat, and it spread through your body like a warm blanket. You handed the bottle back to Millicent, and the three of you finished off an entire bottle. You didn’t want to go downstairs until you heard the music become loud enough, and by the time you were putting the empty bottle back in your trunk, the party roared downstairs.

The three of you said goodbye to Pansy and went to the common room. The music became louder and louder as you got closer to the party. Soon, Daphne was dragging you and Millicent to a large table with assorted drinks. You watched a boy on the other side of the table pouring himself a heavy amount of a clear liquid. He met your eyes and handed you the bottle. You looked at the label but all that was there was a cartoon drawing of a witch with bubbles spouting from her mouth. You raised your eyebrow at the boy, and he smiled, taking a sip of his drink. You filled your own cup with the liquid, drinking it quickly. It burned more than the firewhisky did, but it was still enjoyable.

You felt your head feel lighter as Daphne clasped onto your hand to pull you out to the dance floor. You danced with her, and as you moved your cup slid from your hand. You and Daphne looked at it for a moment, the cup spilled over as a wet spot formed on the carpet. You looked back up at each other and fell into a fit of giggles.

You continued to dance, looking around the crowd with ease. You felt like someone was staring at you, but you couldn’t find anyone in particular. The music and alcohol coursed through your veins. You felt lighter than you had in months, no worrying thoughts of homework or boys, or even Draco Malfoy.

The second you thought about how you weren’t thinking about Malfoy, you were immediately thinking about him. Part of you missed the hateful sparks between you, the natural narrow of your eyes at the sight of him.

Your body tensed involuntarily, and your drunk subconscious was already hoping to see his blond hair in the crowd. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, thinking of what to say so Draco’s stern face would devolve into a furious expression.

You slowed next to Daphne, a wicked look overtaking your dazed face.

“What is it?” Daphne shouted into your ear, pulling you closer by your arm.

“I’ve got to go find someone,” you shouted back, “I’ll be back in a second.”

You were moving through the crowd before Daphne could reach out and stop you. A small voice in the back of your head sounded a bit like Pansy, her familiars warnings from the last party you were at with Draco. She had found you as you were just about to pour your drink down his front, and her soothing words floated into your drunken mind like good-natured clouds.

“He’s not worth it, honestly. All the stress he causes you is going to give you wrinkles, you don’t want wrinkles. Leave him be,” Pansy was right then and she would have been right again. Alas, Pansy was not here and her words did not echo loud enough in your head as you finally found the blond.

He was draped across a leather couch. His legs dangled off the arm as his head was perched on a pile of blankets. At the floor, Crabbe and Goyle hunched over, goblets clutched loosely in their seemingly unconscious hands. Draco’s eyes were closed, his long eyelashes delicately hovering over his pink flushed cheeks. His hair was pushed off his forehead, falling in handsome tufts onto the blankets under him. You stood there for a moment, interchanging which leg to rest your weight on.

“Are you going to say something,” Draco suddenly drawled, barely loud enough to be heard over the music, “or are you content to sit in silence for once?”

You scoffed, taking a breath that made your chest rise. You walked towards him, curling your warm fingers around his legs and flinging them off the arm of the couch. His body twisted and his eyes opened at the touch. You sat next to him, at least a foot between the both of you.

“What do you want?” he asked, leaning over to take Crabbe and Goyle’s full goblets from them. He handed you Goyle’s as he drank from Crabbe’s.

“Just wanted to see if you had done anything embarrassing that I could tell the whole school about tomorrow,” you lied, taking a considerable sip from the goblet.

Draco scoffs next to you, “Not yet, darling.”

You gave Draco a glance. He seemed distressed about something. The way he cradled the goblet in his hands and drank with an urgency was the way someone drinks when their upset.

“What’s got your panties all tied up, Draco?” you asked teasingly, leaning in his direction slightly.

Draco looked at your lidded eyes, the natural smirk on your pretty lips, the outfit you wore that you looked absolutely amazing in; he couldn’t feel any rage as he looked at you that night.

“You,” he said softly, staying stiffly straight but turning his head to face you.

You felt your cheeks warm, looking at him with a curious smirk.

“Really?” you indulged, wondering what else Draco may drunkenly confess. His words weren’t slurring like yours, but the faint pink flush on his cheeks and his unseemly kindness told you he was not sober.

He nodded silently, looking down at the goblet in his lap.

“Draco,” you said, turning to rest your back against the arm of the couch as your legs spread on the cushions. Your feet were inches from touching Draco’s thighs, and he tensed as he looked at the lack of space, “You’ve been acting odd with me recently.”

Draco, if possible, tensed even more at your statement. He was not nearly as drunk as you thought he was, or as you were.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he stuttered, biting his bottom lip. This was the first time you had ever seen Draco Malfoy seem flustered.

“Draco?” you slurred, not speaking again until he turned his face to yours.

You moved forward, bending your legs so you still didn’t touch him, but so your face was close to his.

“Do you fancy me?” you drawled, intrigued.

Draco’s previously tense and stiff stature seemed to relax, as if a secret was released that he had been bottling up. He brought his goblet to his lips slowly, and you did the same, the both of you finishing off what Crabbe and Goyle had been drinking.

“If I’m going to be honest-” Draco had turned his head to you and began speaking, but you weren’t listening. His lips looked so soft and his eyes looked so kind, you couldn’t help but lean in and kiss him.

He was surprised at first, unmoving against your lips. You smiled, still against him, and it seemed to make him realize what was happening. Within seconds, one of his hands was on your waist as the other was on your cheek. You sighed into the kiss, tasting a cinnamon flavored alcohol on his tongue as he slid it into your mouth. Your brought your hands to his neck, unable to stop yourself from playing with his hair. You ran your fingernails across his scalp and down to the nape of his neck, smiling again as he moaned into your lips.

You pulled away when it felt like your lungs needed air, which they did, and kept your eyes closed. Your shoulder fell into the side of the couch, your forehead resting on Draco’s shoulder.

You felt yourself drifting off into a drunken sleep, your body feeling heavy as it slumped into Draco’s.

“I really like you, Y/n. I really do,” Draco confessed from beside you, stroking your hair, “I think you’re the most clever person I’ve ever met.”

You felt your heart swoon at his confession, wondering if he said it because he thought you were already asleep, or if the alcohol was affecting him as much as you. You shifted, bringing your legs to fall into his lap, to which Draco wrapped his slender fingers around your thigh and pulled your closer to his body.

“I hope you’re not too drunk to remember this,” he mumbled, his own eyes fluttering shut as the both of you fell asleep.

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tuiccim · 3 years

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As Good As It Sounds

Pairing: Bucky x Bi!Reader x Nat

Word Count: 2K (I had too much fun with this.

Warnings: Smut, NSFW 18+, MFF Threesome

A/N: This was a request from the lovely @tllynn15 . Thanks so much for asking me to write this. I had so much fun with this prompt! / Divider by @whimsicalrogers

The poker game had dwindled down to only you, Natasha, and Bucky remaining. Natasha was dealing and had a hefty pile in front of her compared to your and Bucky’s modest piles. Natasha was smirking as she eyed you both. She was very aware that you and Bucky had been engaged in *ahem* extracurricular activities together. After all, her bedroom was right next to yours and the two of you weren’t exactly quiet during your activities.

You and Bucky had begun your mutually beneficial arrangement during quarantine and had extended it even after most of the restrictions had been lifted. Bucky was amazing in bed, but you liked him too. He was easy to be with and didn’t have any expectations. Exactly what you needed right now.

As Natasha fanned out her hand of cards for Five-card Draw, she smirked with a twinkle in her eyes. You returned her smirk as you fanned out your own cards.

“$10.” You place your bet.

“Call.” Bucky says as he rubs your thigh under the table.

“Call.” Nat raises an eyebrow to see how many cards you take.

“Three,” you slide your unwanted cards across to her and brush her fingertips as you pick up your draw.

“Mmmm. Bucky?” Nat turns her attention to the supersoldier.

“Two.” Bucky discards.

“And I’ll take one.” Nat says. Her face remains impassive as she picks up her new card.

“$10.” You begin the betting again.

“Call.’ Bucky says.

“All in.” Nat pushes her pile to the middle of the table.

“You know we can’t meet that.” You eye Nat.

“Oh, that’s true. Hmmm, maybe we could come to an arrangement?” Nat smirks as her eyes bounce between the two of you.

“What would that be, Nat?” Bucky narrows his eyes.

“Let me join you tonight.” Nat says, “For the after party I’m sure the two of you are planning.”

Your eyes widen and you reach out to close Bucky’s mouth after it had dropped open.

“Natty, are you serious?” You look at her intensely.

“Yes. I’ve had to listen to the two of you for months. I want to see if it’s as good as you make it sound.” Natasha smiles.

“Nat!” Bucky says.

“Give us a minute to confer.” You pull Bucky a few steps away. “What do you think?”

“Are you serious?” Bucky asks, incredulously.

“Yeah. Tell me you’ve never wanted to try out the Black Widow in the bedroom and I’ll drop it right now.”

“I… That’s not fair. Natasha is beautiful and a badass. Of course, I find her attractive.”

“Wait, are you worried I’m going to be mad if you want to do this?” You giggle.

“You… you wouldn’t be?”

“No, I want to fuck Nat, too. And to fuck both of you at the same time, God, I’m getting wet already.” You whisper.

“Doll!” Bucky groans.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Plus, I have a three of a kind, so might not even happen.” You pull him back to the table and take your seat. “All in.” You smirk at Nat. “Three of a kind. 9s.”

“Nice. Bucky?” Nat says.

“Just a pair.” He shows his hand.

“Damn.” Nat says, “Tonight is going to be fun. Flush.”

Your mouth drops open but then curves into a smile, “well then, take your winnings, ma’am.”

Bucky chuckles as he rubs his hands together looking between the two of you.

“I’ll take them in your bedroom.” Natasha smirks. She wastes no time, snatching up the cash from the table and leading the way to your room. As soon as the three of you are in it, she grabs you first, laying a deep kiss on you while keeping a handhold on Bucky’s shirt. As soon as she pulls back from your kiss, her lips are on Bucky’s and you cage her in between the two of you, attacking her neck and shoulder with your lips. You grab the neck of the cut off sweatshirt she’s wearing, rip it open and pull the shirt away.

Natasha grabs you by the hair, “eager, are we?”

“You know I’ve always wanted you. But you won this little encounter, how do you want to play it?” You hold your hands up in surrender to Nat’s dominance in the situation.

“Oh, I like that.” Nat says and looks to Bucky who raises his hands in a similar fashion with a smirk. “Strip, both of you.” Nat watches as you both remove your clothing. She removes her leggings, but remains in her panties and bra.

“Now, what?” Bucky asks as he reaches out to bring both of you closer.

Nat holds her hands up to stop him, “On your knees, sweet girl.” She directs you and you immediately fall to the floor. “God, she has a sweet body, doesn’t she, Bucky? No wonder you’ve been fucking her silly.” Nat says as she circles Bucky, trailing her hand around his body. She comes to a stop pressing herself into his left side while her hand lightly circles his cock. “Is her pussy as sweet as I imagine?”

“Yes.” Bucky groans as he looks at you on your knees a few feet in front of him.

“Have you fucked her with your tongue, fingers, cock, everything?”

“Yes. She’s always so damn wet and hot.” Bucky moans as Nat’s hand squeezes his cock.

“I bet she’s a little cockslut for you, isn’t she? She’ll take this cock anyway she can get it, huh?” Nat smirks.

“Fuck.” Bucky says as he watches you lick your lips. He knows you are dying to taste him. To fuck him with your mouth and he’s painfully hard between Natasha’s teasing and your look of desperation.

“Look at you, sweet girl. You’re going to start dripping on the carpet soon. He’s got such a nice cock. Do you want to show him what your mouth can do?” Nat croons.

“Yes, Natty, please.” You bite your lip and look up at her.

“Crawl to him.” She commands and you obey without hesitation. When you rise to your knees in front of him, putting your hands on his thick thighs, Nat smacks your cheek lightly with his hardened cock. “Suck it but don’t let him cum.”

You wrap your lips around him and lick your way down to the base of his cock, pulling a long moan from Bucky. Nat’s hand is gently rolling his balls while you suck him. You trail your hand up Nat’s leg, rubbing her inner thigh. When she doesn’t move away or say stop, you move up to rub over her panties. You can feel her wetness as you push the panties aside and slide your finger along her slit.

“Fuck.” Bucky says as he watches his cock disappear in your mouth and your finger disappear into Nat’s glistening core. His flesh hand is wrapped in your hair while his metal one is grabbing handfuls of Natasha’s ass. You feel him begin to tighten up, a sign of an approaching release and pull back from him. Looking up at Natasha, you remove your fingers and pull her panties away. Bucky steps behind her to undo her bra and slide it down her arms.

You look up at Bucky, “Get her on the fucking bed and hold her down.”

Bucky grins wickedly and grabs Natasha. She puts up little fight and within seconds Bucky is holding her arms while you spread her knees as wide as possible. “Oh, Natty, look at your poor, sweet clit. It’s so red and swollen. It needs attention.” You lave your tongue over her causing her breath to hitch. “Fuck, you’re sweet. Bucky, baby, I need you inside me.” You gorge yourself on Natasha’s cunt. Licking, sucking, and tongue fucking it as Bucky fucks you from behind. Each time he thrusts it sends you harder against Nat.

“Fuck, oh, fuck, I’m cumming.” Nat’s body quakes as you ride out her orgasm with your tongue, feeling each quiver. You don’t let up, but instead insert two fingers. Bucky’s arm reaches around you to make swift circles around your clit.

“Close, doll. You feel so fucking good.” Bucky groans as he increases his speed. You were already so close but once his fingers found your clit, your orgasm slammed through you milking him of his. As your orgasm broke in waves over you, you curled your fingers into Nat while sucking her clit. She releases a long cry as her second orgasm crashes over her.

You lay with Natasha in between you and Bucky for several minutes while catching your breath. Looking over at Bucky, you grin at each other and each begin running a tongue over Nat’s nipples. Nat’s breath hitches at the attention.

“You didn’t think we were done already, Natty?” You say. “Bucky hasn’t even gotten a chance to feel this sweet cunt.” You nip her breast and Nat arches.

Bucky’s hand cups Nat’s mound, “How do you want it, Natty? Want my mouth or my cock?”

“Ohhh, fuck, I want your cock.” Nat breathes.

“Should we lay him out and have him at our mercy?” You whisper in Nat’s ear.

Nat’s signature smirk makes an appearance, “Absolutely.”

Together, you flip Bucky onto his back. He smiles and puts his hands behind his head, “You ladies, want to take a ride?”

“Fuck, yeah, baby. I’m gonna ride your face and Nat’s going to ride that thick cock of yours.” You straddle Bucky’s head facing towards Nat and watch as she positions herself over his cock. “Oh!” You cry out when Bucky flicks his tongue directly on your clit.

“Mmmm, I can taste both of us. So fucking hot, baby.” Bucky grips your ass as he attacks you with his tongue. He lets out a long moan as Nat lowers herself onto him.

“God, that’s hot.” You watch as Nat begins rocking on Bucky’s fat cock and you mimic her movements as you ride his face. Watching Nat’s face contort makes your pussy clench. You lean forward, reaching out for her, “Natty.”

Natasha meets your halfway and your tongues twine as you both fuck Bucky. Nat pinches one of your nipples as she increases her pace. Bucky thrusts up into Nat causing her to break your kiss with a cry. He moans against you as his tongue circles your clit. Your whole body shakes with your orgasm. Crying out, you stare into Nat’s eyes through the waves of pleasure.

When your orgasm is spent, you reposition yourself behind Natasha, straddling Bucky’s thigh. You reach around Natasha and strum her clit as you ride Bucky’s thigh. Your lips slide across Nat’s neck and she leans her head back on your shoulder. As one hand circles her clit, the other squeezes her breast, and you look down at Bucky.

“She’s so pretty, isn’t she, Buck?” You say.

“Fuck, yes. So hot and wet.” Bucky groans.

“Fuck her, baby. Show her why I can’t keep quiet when we’re together.” You say. “Ruin her like you’ve ruined me.”

“Fuck.” Bucky groans. His hands grab Natasha’s hips and he thrusts up into her rhythmically. Nat is whimpering with each movement.

“That’s it, Natty. Let him treat you good. Is his cock hitting that spot inside?” You whisper.

“Yes. It’s so good.” Nat moans again.

Your hand trails from her breast to low on her belly and you press into her. “I can feel him fucking into you. Harder, Bucky, she needs more.”

Bucky thrusts harder and Nat’s hand flies to your hair. She pulls your face into her neck. “Bite me. Mark me.” She demands.

You bite down and suck on her neck while circling her clit with swift motions. You pull back for just a second, “Bucky’s so close, Natty. Cum all over his cock for him. He wants to feel you.” You bite down harder and Nat cries out. Her legs shake as she clenches around Bucky’s cock, milking him as her orgasm slams through her. Bucky lets out a long groan as he thrusts up a few more times and releases inside of Nat.

Gently, you lay Nat down between the two of you. “So, was it as good as we make it sound?”

Nat laughs, “No. It was so much better.”

Bucky looks over at you with a grin, “Mission accomplished.”

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ughdontbeboring · 3 years

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Highway to heaven

ok so uh…this is my first time posting something I’ve written, idk why this particular one keeps begging to be posted it’s antsy af and I hurt my own feeling, I wrote it monthsssss ago and just went back to add to it sooooo here yall go 😩 also no permission giving for anyone to reuse this in any form, but please reblog, like, leave nice comments all that good shit 😘

also written with PoC in mind (though the only mention of something specific is hair) and not really sure what warnings to tag so if any just let me know!

now let me go hide 😁😁😁

She stretched one of her arms out the window, Feeling the air rushed past it, pushing her arm up and down. Her smile completely contagious. She was the happiest she had been in the past few weeks and August knew it. He didn’t need to be around her that whole time to know, he always seen it the moment she saw him and her mind could process he was alive and back with her.

Since he came home less then 24hrs ago from his most recent mission, he hadn’t seen the smile drop from her face, he knew she could say the same about him.

Usually he drove but he couldn’t resist when she begged him to let her drive his super expensive white sports car. He obviously didn’t get to drive it much as he was always away, and when he was home he mostly spent it trapping her in their bed or away on a surprise vacation, like today. After hours of catching up and fucking her on every surface of their shared home he surprised her with a week away in a cabin. The cabin was his own and was well equipped to deal with anything that may arise, completely secured.

He knew he could be called back into work at any moment but he had good insight that he’d have at least a week where he wouldn’t have to leave her or the cabin. Maybe just for more champagne and her favorite dairy free ice cream depending on her mood during their stay but that was it about the only thing that could get August to leave.

Her laughter brought him back to the present moment. He smiled as he turned to her.

“Yes?”

“I asked if you like what you see Walker” she said throwing him a quick flirty look over her shoulder before focusing on the road. “Your staring at me all doe eyed” she giggled.

He laughed and shook his head, he was completely smitten and they both knew it. Anyone who spent time around them could see it was mutual. For as hard and cruel of a man as August was and seen as, she was his weakness. His weakness and strength actually, because he would do any and everything for her and that could be used in either way. She was the light in his life and she loved him completely, wholly.

“I love what I see actually” He answered staring at her again, watching her bite her lip as a smile took over her face. Her eyes caught his for a moment as she ran her hand down the side of his face, nails and fingertips leaving a tingling trail behind, as he stored this moment and everything about her in his memory, he would need it for when he left on this next mission. Bringing anything personal or that would lead anyone back to her was not an option for him. She was well aware of what he did and why she couldn’t call, only wait for his calls. He pushed it from his mind, praying it would be a while before he had to leave her again.

She hummed to the music as they noticed the traffic up ahead, must be road work August thought. His fingers tapped the car door as his arm lazily hung half in and half out. He noticed her head snap down causing her long box braids to sway. She looked toward her feet, her face confused when she looked back up ahead of them.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

Her stomach dropped and her skin turned to ice as she her eyes went back and forth between her foot and the traffic coming closer up ahead. She was unable to form words to tell him, her mind raced with what to do. Her face turned to him completely in fear, mouth slightly parted in a silent cry. August body went tense, rigid as a steel rod as he slowly grasped what he thought was happening, it can’t be.

The brakes

Someone cut the breaks

August looked up at the traffic in the distance that they were speeding towards, he had to push back the thought who and of when someone would have had the opportunity and focus on what was happening. His mind snapped out the fog when he heard her.

“August!”

She was trying to pump the break, willing it to start working as tears ran down her face.

“August it isn’t working!” She yelled.

August scanned the scene in front of them. Up ahead was dead stop traffic, and on their sides, woods and then metal railings dividing it from the other on coming traffic. There was no clear opening to drive into. The traffic would cause head on collision which had a high chance of death and the railing along the left sides of them also had a high death rate surprisingly. The trees and boulders of the right side weren’t an option either. He couldn’t eject them out of the car at this speed, especially with the traffic that’s following further behind them. Cars wouldn’t have enough time to stop if they didn’t notice their body’s on the pavement. Another sure death.

He looked up at her as her own eyes searched looking for an exit, an out point. Her face slowly succumbing to grief as she realized they had none. Every option a high chance of death with the speed they were going.

The knot in August stomach was a feeling he had never felt before. He had been so careful with her, to keep her out of the line of danger. Some how he had missed something and literally put her in the front seat of danger.

“Turn the steering wheel towards me and get down! By the time we make impact-“

“No!....No!” She yelled through her tears and sobs, she had realized what he was trying to do. He wanted to take the impact, he wanted his life on the line not hers.

“Please August! There must be another-“

“There isn’t!! Turn the wheel now!! We don’t have time!” He yelled as the traffic got closer. Their speed closing the distance fast.

Her eyes danced over his face for a moment, a dreadful feeling growing in her stomach and spreading through her body, it was completely unbearable. She couldn’t live life without him. It wasn’t possible, she loved him too much. She would die for him.

“I’m so sorry August, I love you” she said as she stared into his eyes, praying he seen everything she wouldn’t have time to say to him again. Her words were a wrecking ball into his very existence, it shattered his world.

His hands shot out to grab the wheel, as the understanding what she was saying hit him. It was too late though, she was turning the wheel and swinging the car in the opposite direction from what he instructed. If he tired to grab the wheel now he’d only cause the car to flip into traffic. He had no doubt her side would make impacted as the car swung and headed to slam into traffic.

She couldn’t take her eyes off him, she wouldn’t. She wanted him to be the last thing she saw even if it meant watching his desperate fight to save her. His eyes wild and full of fear, tears falling freely as he looked back and forth frantically before they finally landed on hers. Defeated.

She was a lively young woman she loved life before August BUT life with August was unmatched. So when she smiled at August, the kind of smile that told him she had been happier in the last 4 years with him then she had been her whole life, he felt his blood go cold.

No. He couldn’t give up. Not ever, especially not when she smiled at him like she was willing to lose it all to save him. She already saved August everyday of his life since he’s meet her. Saved him over and over again without even knowing it. When she snuggled into his chest late at night, barely awake, running her fingers through the lite fur of his chest hairs and lazily kissing the same spot she saved August, save him from night terrors of all the horrible things he’s done. When they swam naked in the Caribbean ocean off a secluded beach on that one vacation early on in their relationship and her wet body pressed into his begging for more kisses under the moonlight she saved him from ever wondering what life without love was like. What could life ever be without her? That kinda of world didn’t make sense to August.

August grabbed at her to pull her closer to his side, but her seatbelt prevented him from shielding her body with his when they felt the impact and then instantly the loud crash and breaking of glass completely over taking his senses before everything went black..

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