#why's he moving his hips like that he's so mesmerising............who gave him that much power

[yellowloid]

have absolutely zero idea where this is from so please feel free to lmk if you do but. jesus fucking christ

[aemonds-sapphire]

Sweet Tooth — Gojo x Reader (Smut)

Summary: Gojo has a sweet tooth, and he doesn’t really see a reason as to why he can’t combine his love for candy with his desire for you.

Warnings: NSFW. Foodplay. Dry humping. Pussy slide. Cumplay. Praise. Pure filth! After sex fluff.

A/N: Gege Akutami revealed that Gojo developed a sweet tooth from eating too many sweets in order to keep his brain stimulated. So, obviously, I took the liberty to write filthy smut about it.

Word count: 3.2k

“You know... one of these days you’re going to get cavities from all the sweets you consume.”

“Excuse me?” Gojo turned his head to face you as he beheaded a gummy bear with his front teeth. “My oral hygiene is impeccable,” he added springing his index finger up, while opened his mouth to show you perfect row of clean teeth up to prove a point.

You glared at him adoringly, scooting closer on your bed to lean in on him. A pair of black round shades met your eyes before you lowered your head to capture the candy trapped between his lips with your own.

He did nothing to stop you, but instead let out a dramatic gasp. “First, you insult my oral hygiene, and now you’re stealing my sweets?”

“You are such a drama queen,” you chuckled, chewing the rubbery candy while you straddled his hips. “The great Gojo Satoru throwing a fit over stolen candies. What would people say?”

Two big and strong hands came to grip your waist to help you settle comfortably on top of him.

“I’ll take my chances,” he grinned, caressing the hem of your panties. “But next time you try to steal my sweets, I will have Infinity on.”

Deep down, you knew he wouldn’t do that. Least of of all now, since activating it would literally send you flying across the room.

“You’re picking candy over me?” you pouted, leaning once more to give him a privileged view of your breasts. “This relationship is doomed.”

Gojo brought one hand to remove the sunglasses off his face, allowing his mesmerising sky blue eyes to fall on your tempting cleavage. His other free slid down the curve of your ass to land a soft smack, causing you to jolt to have your heated pussy now fully pressed against his hardening cock.

“Why should I have to choose when I can have both?”

Something in his voice had changed, and you felt the heat in your lower abdomen intensify as he bucked his hips into yours ever so gently, but more than enough to have the swell of his cock brush against your clit.

Gojo’s hand reached out to a cup filled with an obnoxious variety of sweets, and he promptly grabbed one more gummy bear. He brought it to his lips, holding it firmly in place between his teeth. He smacked your other ass cheek, sending you forward and causing you to balance your body with your arms on either side oh his head.

A devious smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before he hooked his index finger in your top to have you lower yourself on him even more.

Instinctively, you wrapped your lips around the candy, but just as your were about to take a bite, he pulled you into a hungry kiss; it caused you to lose your hold on the sweet, but his tongue promptly push it inside your mouth. Reflexively, you started sliding along his covered cock, yearning for more and more friction.

You didn’t even notice that he was holding yet one more candy in his hand until he broke the kiss.

A lollipop.

Your eyes narrowed at him, suspiciously. “What?”

Gojo gave the round candy a short lick, not holding back a mischievous grin. “Lean back.”

“Why?”

You brought your hands to rest on his muscular chest for support. Gojo surely knew how to keep you entertained in the bedroom; he had a way of knowing exactly which strings to pulls with you in order to make things interesting. But when your eyes landed on his tongue teasingly swirling around the lollipop, a rush of tingles caused your clit to swell even more.

“Do as I say,” he insisted trough hooded eyes, his beautiful long white lashes framing them perfectly. “You’ll like it.”

To be honest, you had no doubt that you would, which was why you settled for doing exactly as told, leaning back and gripping his thighs with both hands to keep your balance.

Gojo took his sweet time admiring your delicious body, from top to bottom, only to have his eyes linger on your tight underwear.

“Be a good girl and let me see that clit.”

The way his words came out in such a velvety delight had your heartbeat quicken as a gush of wetness poured out of you clenching pussy.

He kept twirling the candy in his mouth, and only came to a halt when you slowly pulled the fabric to the side.

Having this handsome man literally drooling for you did wonders to your ego; his entire attention was on you.

“Let me see more of it...”

You felt his cock twitch underneath you when you had your other hand release the grip on his thigh to join your other. Gojo Satoru took pride in how easily he could turn you on. He would get so cocky and wouldn’t miss a chance to remind you that he could easily have you throbbing for him.

Once two of your fingers spread your pussy lips, a low growl came from his throat and his hips jerked up.

“So swollen...” he stated, sliding the lollipop out of his mouth. “Look at how wet you are for me... my pants are soaked.”

You did’t need to look down to verify what he had just said; you could feel the fabric of his sweatpants swallowing all of your juices. Realizing that this was turning you on far more than intended, you locked your two fingers in a v shape and began sliding them along your folds, barely stroking your clit.

That was enough to get a more fiery reaction from him.

Gojo had one hand tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants — most likely to help with the restriction as he had a considerable sized cock —, and the other came to rest near your crotch, the lollipop still in his grip.

“Gojo...” you started, stopping your fingers from moving. ‘What are you—“

He bit his lower lip for a second, as if pondering his next move. Then his gorgeous face met yours with his trademark dashing smile.

“Just keep them parted.”

And just like that, he jerked his hand forward, pressing the lollipop against your clit. The sudden pressure caused you to jolt slightly as you removed your fingers, feeling your pussy lips clamping down on the candy.

“Fuck...” you heard Gojo’s voice come out in heavy pants. “Sweet pussy... so hungry for more...”

He kept alternating the pressure with which he teased your clit, drawing the most erratic moans from you as sticky sounds started to fill the room. You kept your panties firmly pulled to the side, but had to grip his thigh tightly to maintain the position. This was surprisingly hot. Having your folds gripping the lollipop as he ran it up and down your slit.

After a few more seconds of intense stimulation, he removed the candy from you with a wet pop.

Nothing in the world could have prepared you for what you witnessed next: the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer in the world brought the dripping lollipop to his lips, drinking in your juices mixed with the sugary liquid.

“Hmm...” he moaned, his hips swaying up and down as you saw him free his cock from his pant, strings of precum coating his skin. “So fucking delicious.”

“Oh my god...” you breathed, not believing how much hotter this man could get.

His eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment a he suckled on it before he glared at you.

“You need to taste this.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks at his offering. “Satoru...”

He released the candy from his mouth and brought downwards to your folds, dragging it along your slit and fold to gather a decent amount of juices. Once he was satisfied with it, he propped himself up with on his elbow.

“Open.”

You immediately parted your lips, feeling it slide slowly inside your mouth.

“Good girl... suck on it.”

Locking your eyes with his, you enveloped it with your tongue to taste the sweetness as well as your warmth on it.

Gojo was visibly satisfied, twirling the stick in between his fingers, and sliding the lollipop in and out, fucking your mouth with it. Everything was happening rather quickly, but the entire setting was proving itself to be so alluring, that you had no other choice but to embrace it. Letting go of your panties, you plated both hands on his hip bones and angled your pussy to weigh down on his cock.

A sudden hiss left his lips as he felt your wet underwear drag along his length.

“No. I want more than that,” he mumbled impatiently, yanking the fabric out of his way. “Sit on my cock.”

Even though your mind was hazy from having the lollipop being used as a fuck toy, you managed to comply with his request and eagerly positioned yourself on his cock, the veiny bulge immediately snuggling between your slick folds.

For someone who was known to excel at everything he had his hands on, Gojo surely lived up to his reputation even when being intimate with someone. Even through his easygoing personality, you were aware that he always put 101% of himself in everything he did.

And in bed, it meant focusing on your pleasure before anything else.

He let the lollipop sit in your mouth as he gripped your waist, setting a slow and sensual pace. “Look down.”

Your eyes left his beautiful face only to be met with the mouthwatering sight of his veiny cock being pressed flat against his lower abdomen as your pussy lips slid along, coating the underside of his throbbing bulge. Gojo’s breath was spilling in breathy pants, clearly struggling to hold back at the overwhelming sensation of having your pussy lips engulfing him.

“Good girl... good girl...”

His words of praise only intensified your hunger for more, so you kept grinding your bare pussy and milking more and more precum from his length. In no time, a few droplets of clear liquid started sliding down his sides from the constant rhythmic sway of your hips.

“My turn,” you let out, bringing the lollipop down to collect some of his sweet liquid with it.

Gojo’s mouth fell open in utter surprise, eyes following your every move. You wrapped your tongue around the candy, tasting the warm liquid boosted with specs of sugar. He raised his hips reflexively and let out a few deep moans, dragging you along his cock with revived hunger.

“Wanna taste?” You moaned around the sweet candy, feeling the coil deep within your tummy tightening from all the stimulation.

You brought it down to his lower abdomen once more, and with a short swipe across his damp skin, you extended your arm towards his face.

“Go on, Satoru,” you cooed teasingly. “Taste yourself.”

He darted his tongue out, welcoming his own precum that dripped from the candy. Your hips faltered for a second as your foggy brain focused on the erotic sight in front of you. He greedily sucked on it in between moans and swirls, never breaking eye contact with you.

He licked his lips as he slid the candy back in your mouth. “Not to brag, but I taste good.”

If not for the overwhelming need to cum, you would have entertained his gigantic ego, but instead you resumed your strokes along his cock, thankful that his strong hands were able to keep your pace from wavering.

“I’m not gonna last much longer...” he warned much to your surprise.

That beat any praise he could give you with words. You figured he hadn’t anticipated just how incredible this would feel, especially considering how much more efficient you had become at pleasuring him.

You tried to restrain your moans, but his hips jerking up worked to magnify your own delight. “Wait... I’m almost there...”

Your body pressed down against his in a desperate attempt to reach your high. His abs flexed with each thrust from you and his hands tightened so hard against your hips that you were sure a few marks would stain your skin afterwards.

“I’m gonna... fuck...”

The steady pace he you both had been able to set completely broke down into ragged jerks of his hips as your folds kept coating him in you juices. A few more wet sounds and pump proved to be the last straw for the jujutsu sorcerer, causing a guttural growl to escape his gaping mouth. His body started shaking from intense pleasure as hot spurts of cum shot from his cock, glazing his flushed and sweaty torso with strings of creamy liquid. The turf of white hair that spread from his navel towards the base oh his cock was completely drenched in a mixture of cum, sweat and precum.

“Fuck!” Gojo grunted in utmost bliss, sliding one hand to your ass ad giving it a loud smack. “Such a good girl...”

Feeling his cock twitch in between your pussy lips and his enticing echoes of pleasure was the last incentive you need to get pushed over the edge. You were crying out with every roll of your hips and brush of your clit along his throbbing cock.

“You’re so hot... you’re so hot...” you mumbled mindlessly, not even bothering to hold the lollipop in place as it fell from your mouth.

Gojo drank in the vision of you reaching your high in a mixture of wonder and pride. Your breasts bounced freely with the rest of your body, and with a few more slaps from his hand on your ass cheek, you came to a stop, your pussy clenching around nothing in waves of pleasure. It was too much, and you leaned forward, digging your nails on his slick abdomen, desperate for something to ground you as you peaked up high. You felt both your legs begin tremble violently, and that’s when he gripped both your thighs with his hands to keep you from jerking too much.

“That’s it... good girl,” he praised sweetly, massaging your quivering thighs as you regained your senses. “Shh... you did so well.”

He hand slid up to grip your arms, helping you keep your balance. You felt beads o sweat drip down your neck and back, causing the fabric of your to to stick to your skin.

“Holy fuck....” you said, still awestruck and struggling to even out your erratic breathing.

Gojo smiled at you. “You are extremely sexy, did you know that?”

You merely nodded absentmindedly, blinking a few times to clear your field of vision from the haziness of an amazing orgasm.

“What?” Gojo inquired as he saw your eyes roam around where he was laying.

Finding the object of your interest, your lips curled up in a devilish smirk.

“Let’s not waste this, shall we?” You suggested, dragging the sticky candy across a shallow puddle of cum on the dip of his abs.

You offered it to him, and he arched an eyebrow at you. “And you say I like sweets.”

He took the stick from your fingers and promptly slipped the round candy past his lips. You glared at him expectantly as he suckled on it.

Gojo Satoru nodded, clearly giving it his seal of approval. “Not bad. I can see why you like swallowing my cum so much.”

“You’re so annoying,” you laughed as he cleaned up the mess on his torso with his shirt before taking it off and tossing it to the floor.

“Oh my god... I’m exhausted...” you mumbled, dropping on your side next to him.

“Me too,” Gojo mused from beside you, his breath coming out in more regular pants.

You shot him a sceptic glare, doubting his words. He had the ability to go on for a crazy amount of rounds as if he was using up the same amount of energy you used when doing the dishes. His reverse cursed technique did wonders in keeping not only his brain fresh, but his overall stamina.

“No, you’re not,” you jabbed a finger at him accusingly before discarding your drenched top to the side. “You’re only saying that to make me feel better.”

“Did it work?”

“No,” you chuckled.

A few minutes rolled by in a familiar and comfortable silence.

“It was good...” Gojo suddenly said, twirling the lollipop in his mouth.

You giggled, wiping the sweat on your brow with the back of your hand. “That was really... really good...”

A few strands of damp white hair were sticking to his forehead, and you seized the moment to look at the beautiful man before you; his eyes were firmly shut as he enjoyed the feeling of your fingers caressing his face.

Gojo Satoru had one heck of a brain. Many envied him for it, but in time you realized that even for someone who managed changed the balance of the world when he was born, it could become too draining at times. Of course, he would never admit that. His pride was too great.

But it was all part of his charm, you figured. You relished in these moments of raw intimacy, because they reminded you of how much of him was human.

“Hey...” you heard his lazy voice. “You’re not gonna swap my cock for lollipops now, are you?”

Your heart clenched in an outburst of affection. “No, Satoru. I could never.”

He was a little kid at heart, truly.

A satisfied smile curled his lips faintly. “Good. I don’t like competition.”

“You haven’t known competition from the moment you were born, you silly.”

A beautiful pair of dreamy blue eyes met yours. “Hmm, true. But I don’t like the thought of it,” he mumbled into the palm of your hand, pressing a loving kiss. “I don’t know how you weak people handle it.”

That last sentence would have probably sparked a heated argument among fellow jujutsu sorcery, but you had grown used to this banter

You gripped his chin with your fingers, offering a teasing smile. “Call me weak again and I’m heading out to buy a stack of various lollipops. Different shapes and sizes.”

He narrowed his eyes at you, the lollipop suddenly freezing in his mouth. “Tell you what,” he started, dragging his fingers along his white locks of hair. “You are my favourite weak person.”

“That doesn’t make it any better,” you groaned, rolling your eyes.

Just as you prepared to smack his arm, the sudden movement was slowed down and met an invisible force field that repelled you from touching him.

You watched as your hand hovered closely to his arm, but unable to make contact.

Gojo’s damn Infinity.

“You are a cheater, Gojo Satoru,” you huffed in annoyance, dropping your hand on the bed with a thump.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to activate it,” he smiled teasingly, loving just how much he riled you up.

“Bullshit. You can decide what touches you or not.”

He nodded in agreement. “Sure, based on the level of threat the person or object poses.”

Oh?

“So... I posed a threat to you?” you mused, following his logic and not able to hold back a victorious smile. “But... didn’t you just call me weak a moment ago?”

His eyes widened slightly at your remark as you caught him off guard with your deduction.

“Touché, sweetheart.”

-

Masterlist

[meetmyevilways]

Sacred

Darth Maul x Reader (demon!Maul x witch!Reader)

Plot: You accidentally bind yourself to a demon...

Warnings: dark stuff, more warning at the end so not to spoil the fun, you can search for it with ctrl/cmd+f or scroll down at the bottom of the post

***

The first thing you feel is a tingling sensation in your lower belly as you come out of the dream, you feel weirder by the second. Sleep is slow to leave you but the reason for those weird feelings is quick to speed up the process by ripping out another orgasm out of you.

You fully wake to the feeling of being stuffed by a ridged cock that's hammering into you, prolonging your mind-blowing peek as much as possible. You scream with pleasure then you scream with horror as you take a look at the face of the male who's balls deep inside of you.

His skin is black and red, the markings clearly state his level of power and royal status. Those burning, fire-coloured eyes mesmerise you into compliance and you get silent a pliant under him. You eye the dangerous-looking horns while you try to clear your mind, which is really hard given the fact that this male is determined to fuck you even more raw.

Limbs weak and trembling, you try to push him away but it only makes him chuckle. He's been fucking you for hours, making you come, again and again, not letting you wake up until you were too weak to deny him.

"Stop it, demon. You can't be here, I didn't invite you." You try to hold onto every little rule you can think of since you cannot gather neither your physical strength nor your magical power.

He smiles wickedly, showing off his sharp fangs. And with his next words, he makes your blood turn cold.

"But you did, with that new ritual your friend gave you for extra protection to this day." He informs you happily. Stroking your cheek, stopping his thrusts for a moment while he holds your crying form. "Don't be upset pet, he didn't deserve your friendship. He was playing with something he didn't understand and he exchanged you for his life."

He grabs your chin and kisses the tears away, then gives you a deep kiss, all tongue and dangerous teeth, that stole your breath away before he starts to move again. "I will take care of you."

The demon pins your hands above your head and drops flush against you. He moves in and out of you in deep, hard strokes forcing you to feel every ridge along his massive cock and aligning your hips to the side a little so his patterned length would brush against your clit every time.

You fight the feeling, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of making you come again but he only smiles at your defiance like it's a challenge he will enjoy immensely. Bending down his head he nips at your neck which causes you to freeze as the sharp edges of his fangs scratch along your delicate skin. The only motion you do is coming from his thrust which drags you back and forth on the bed while you remain in his hold.

He can feel you tighten around him, so he decides to give you even less chance to resist. Sharp teeth graze your nipple, he is teasing you, dragging your hardened bud in sync with the snapping of his hips. You can't help but moan when his tongue plays with your sensitive nipple, sucking on it until you are your back off the bed.

The relentless stimulation quickly makes you lose any remaining control and you come around him while he keeps fucking you without mercy.

He stops only to pull out and turn you around. Lying on your stomach, you try to crawl away from him but he grabs your hips and pulls you back to him, then he slams inside you again.

The brutal pace he dictates has you close to coming again, though it is more pain than pleasure now. It feels like he's getting bigger each time he forces himself inside you and you soon realise why.

"No. No. No. You can't knot me, it will rip me open." He presses a frustratingly gentle kiss on your back. "You can and you will." He informs you calmly.

"No, please. It won't fit." Your begging makes him chuckle again and magic burns in you with your anger, you are ready to strike when he dissolves all your power again with a simple sentence. "It did for the last three times."

"Let go, my little witch." He says as he starts to push the knot in you. " You will learn to love it. You will learn to love me." You relax only for your sake, at least that's what you tell yourself until the feeling of his knot and cum stuffing you full and his grinding against your clit makes you come. When your orgasm starts he bites down hard on your shoulder, causing you to scream again.

***

He lays on you, still locked inside your tight heat. Pressing open-mouthed kisses along your shoulders and neck, licking at his bite mark occasionally.

You sigh as you hear the clock sign the end of the hour and the day, thinking you will get rid of him in seconds but he is quick to destroy your hopes.

"Oh, no, pet. We are not even close to being done." He says, that wicked smile returns to mock you, you can hear it.

"You can't stay, the Eve is done. You can't stay in the mortal world." You look at him through the mirror on your nightstand with newfound terror.

"Hmm, but I can stay with my mate as long as I wish. And we will not leave this bed until I know you are carrying my heir inside you." He sees the moment you piece it together, the ritual not only summoned him but it was the invite for mating, which he accepted. He claimed you, fucked you, marked you and bound you to him for all eternity. You will not get old, you can never escape him.

So without any hope, you give up on fighting him and just give in. Maybe you will get to love him like he said, though the thought of him knocking you up terrifies you but there's nothing you can do to stop him. He's stronger than you and can keep your magic at bay so you couldn't fight him even if you weren't bound to him.

The mating bond is sacred, nothing can break it. You are his.

***

Warnings: noncon, somnophilia, PiV, dubcon, forced mating, knotting, biting, forced breeding

[darylsgirl]

I was claimed by Daryl Fucking Dixon NSFW 18+ Daryl Dixon & Reader

Summary: 

Your sick of waiting for Daryl to make a move or even speak to you and decide to dress up to do your chores hoping you’ll catch his eye.

You manage more than that He gets jealous when other men/ and one woman ;) show an interest and he admits he’s wanted you all this time an roughly claims you.

*Heyyy to anyone who reads this! If anyone reads this Haha, This is my first ever attempt at fan fic and it kind of got away from me and is a lot more intense than i thought it would be! If there’s anything you don’t like about this please feel free to tell me! I’d love to improve for my next one :) Hope y’all are having a great day wherever you are :)*

How long had it been? Since the end of it all? 

Since all those carefree nights we used to stay up drink, party & Fuck. 

Months? Years? 

It felt like all time stood still when He found me. 

I was alone, Terrified & hiding in an abandoned liquor store when I heard them, I Snuck to the window and saw the biggest herd of walkers I had ever seen. I made sure all the bottle’s i had scavenged were wrapped up in my clothes to dampen the noise and waited for a break in the herd so I could make a run for it to my bike just across the road. After what felt like hours there it was my chance i put my hand on the door handle but before I was even able to twitch the handle,  I felt a hand clamp over my mouth and drag me backwards away from my chance of escape. 

“Fuck you think your doin girl, Tryna get yourself eaten!” I stared up at the man before me with his hand still over my mouth. His angry eyes met mine and I stopped fighting gazing up into those piercing blue eyes. That was the last thing I saw before the pistol came down on my temple. 

I woke with a bag over my head and my wrists bound, I was in a car and I could hear the engine stopping and the brakes kicking in ‘Shit’ . I thought I had no time to think of a way out of this. Two doors slammed shut and I could hear two men arguing.

“Answer me, Fuck did you hit her for Merle. She’s only a girl she couldn’t av ‘urt us, She looked me in ma eyes. There was no fight just fear” 

“Bitch had it comin Daryl, Tryna kill hersel and take us with her” 

“Did’n even no we were there, Or are you that shit of a hunter yous unable to sneak up on people naw, Stop being an asshole and get the fuck outta ma way” 

The car boot opened and someone lifted me out by putting a hand under my knees and one under my head cradling me, he held me tightly with my head in his chest. I inhaled and could smell his manly scent, It was intoxicating, He held me for a moment more before he set on my feet; next the bag was ripped off my face. Instinctively I winced waiting to see if the light would blind me but all was still dark around and i could see we were in a forest.  The man with the mesmerising eyes gripped my arm and started walking me into the woods. 

A logical person would feel fear at this point but there was something about those eyes, I just trusted him.

“Got a lil way’s to go, ya ok walkin? Or you need me to carry you rest of the ways?” His southern drawl mixed with those blue eyes made my knees go weak. I stumbled slightly then stood again and kept one foot in front of the other. I nodded to the man that I was ok and kept going. 

Fifteen minutes later we arrived at the edge of a camp, A few people rushed forward “Shit what happened to her?” “Has she been bit?” “Why is her head covered in blood?” “Where did you find her?”

Daryl rolled his eyes and replied “Merle, No she aint, Merle again annnd liquor store.” He said the last answer with a smirk. 

I scowled at the pair and dropped my mouth open to throw a few choice words their way when I was stopped by Merle grabbing me and spinning me round to face him, He moved some hair out of my face, fingers lingering near my mouth and said.

“Girl looks mighty fine to me, Pretty face not messed up, not one bit! And I do love me a pretty face sweetheart” he winked at me moving his hand from my mouth to my throat he pulled me close to him wrapping his other arm around my back to pull our pelvises close together so I could feel his growing erection against my stomach. “How about it honey” He said winking again  

I drew my head back with the intention of smashing his nose, When we were tackled to the floor Merle was pulled away from me and i rolled onto my back and back on to my feet, I looked back at the two brothers and saw Daryl’s hand smashing into his brothers face whilst he was shouting “I’ll mess up your face you asshole” 

Daryl was dragged off Merle by two men, Merle got to his feet and laughed “It’s allllll good baby bro, I’ll forget about this, this time. I know how feral you get when you see a pussy you wanna claim.”

Daryl locked eyes with me as Merle said this then spat at the ground at Merle’s Feet He picked up his crossbow off the ground and stormed off towards the woods shouting “Man forget ya, I had enough of your shit for one night” over his shoulder. 

That was months ago now, That night the group took me in and took care of me and I took care of them. We moved from the original camp to the CDC then a farm and now we are in a prison in Georgia. The prison has been good to us so far, there was that run in with a crazy guy who called himself the governor and we lost a few of our family. But we persevered and built this place into a home and soon started bringing in new people to help run our home and join our family. 

In the time i had been with this group i had noticed there were a lot of frustrated people here, Especially the men, I can’t get through a day without some proposition or another. I also can’t say that I didn't enjoy the attention, It had been awhile since I had felt another's hands on my body and I craved it, I craved it more than air at times and the person I craved it the most from had decided to pretend I didn't exist. But that didn’t stop me from going to bed each night with my wandering hands and relieving my aching pussy with the thoughts of his hands exploring my body and that voice groaning in my ear. Hit the spot every time. 

There had been a few men that had caught my attention but after a few conversations and meet ups with each they all started to pretend i didn’t exist the same as he had. I didn’t even get so much as a kiss from any of the fuckers and when i decided to confront them and ask why they refused to tell me and walked away. 

It had hit summer here and i had hit my breaking point, I’d had enough of being passed over and wasn’t going to take this shit anymore, I was going to make them all regret not taking me up on the opportunity when it was there for the taking.

I woke early for my shift in the fields the next morning, Still thoroughly determined to set my plan in motion I grabbed my knife and a set of clothes and set to work. I cut most of the legs off my jeans and the sleeves from my Tartan shirt. I pulled the jean shorts on and folded the legs over so they became tighter and pushed my already perky ass up. I then pulled my shirt on forgoing the usual under shirt and tied the two sides closed in a knot above my belly button so my slim waist was on display. I buttoned one button above the knot so that not too much of my bra was showing; Turning it from slutty to sexy. I pulled on my best brown cowboy boots. Combed my hair out. I was very lucky to have thick wavy hair that rarely required me doing anything with it. I just let it dry and brush, I grabbed Maggie’s make up bag and applied a small amount of make up just to accentuate my natural features.Smiling at myself in the mirror this was perfect, Let's see that southern shit ignore me now. Or any of the others for the matter. 

I sauntered out of my cell into the main block and walked the long way through the middle of everyone taking extra care to have a bounce in my step to make my boobs bounce nicely and swayed my hips more to make my ass jiggle as I walked. I greeted everyone in the same way i usually would with cheery “Good Morning’s” Instantly i felt eyes roaming my body and not just the male’s which made me grin I was happy either way. A few let out low whistles and I winked in return. This felt great. I want to feel this way every day, my pussy had soaked my panties by the time I had made it out of the block and into the yard I was panting with need. 

I took a few minutes to calm my breathing before continuing out towards the field, I glanced at the guard tower to make sure he was here today keeping watch, When i saw his leather vest and his longish wavy hair my breath quickened again, Shit it was going to be hard to get through today without a little relief, It took everything i had not to rush up the guard tower and beg him for it, Instead i continued over to the field, waiting until i was in his vision before looking up smiling and waving. Sure enough there he was binoculars in his hand staring down at me. I grinned again, wiggled my fingers at him and sauntered away from the tower. 

Luck was with me today and I was set to work on the potatoes which were planted in a perfect view of the guard house. I made sure to always face the tower when just sitting working so he had the frontal view and when I needed to bend up or down I turned my back to him so he got a great view of my ass. Everything I did that day I made sure to find some way to make it sexier. More than a few men came to bring me water or talk to me that day i gave each of them a big grin, Laughed and put my hand on their arms and send them on their way enough to make them feel there could be a chance, I felt Fucking powerful. 

At the end of the day i saw Maggie making her way over to me with a backpack over her shoulder, “Y/N I gots you a gift” she said in a sing song voice “from Merle of all people” she laughed and pulled out two big bottles of Merle’s special moonshine “I guess someone saw your production today sugar” She giggled a bit more handed you a bottle and settled down on the grass next to you. 

Daryl

Ever since Merle and me brought Y/N back to the group with us she’s been a literal pain in my pants, I'm surprised my cock was even capable of a hard on at this point as it feels like it hasn't gone down in months. So far i have managed to stay away from her as i wasn’ gonna let no bitch get the better of me and i wasn’ going to let fuckin Merle be right. 

My mind wandered back to her again when i started my shift in the guard tower that morning, I considered going into the office to rub one out but decided i'd be on the balcony waiting, I always made sure i got the shifts in this tower when she was being put in the fields, Watching her sweating down there in the heat was good enough to get me off later in the night when i was alone in the office. I lived out of this tower now as I liked it better alone even now with Merle being back in the prison, I didn’ need his shit talking around me at all hours. Not when I had my own entertainment. 

There she was right on time to interrupt me from my thoughts, Holy shit what was she fucking wearing. I grabbed my binoculars to get a closer look, When i found her again with them she was almost fucking naked by the looks of it! In tiny shorts and an even smaller top, From this vantage point i had the best view straight in her bra, I kept my eyes on her all day fuck the perimeter it’ll be fine and i’m sure some weak ass will scream and let me know. 

I watched her all day as she wiggled her hips and wiped the sweat from her chest, Turns out i wasn’t the only one watching even guys I've fuckin told before to stay away come flocking, What don’t the asshole’s understand about “i’m always fuckin watchin” by her quitting time it wasn’t just my dick that was rock hard and throbbin but also the vein in my temple that tells me i’m about to snap.

Balling my fists up i wait for her to start walking back but Maggie fuckin Greene starts walking towards her, Fuck sake. I send the next watch away and tell them ill radio to come back. I wasn’t allowing no fucker to have this view. I watched as Maggie sat down in the grass with Y/N and pulled out two large bottles. I grabbed the binoculars again. Fuckin Merle! That’s his shine if i ever saw it. Making a mental note to smack that bastard later for this. Now everyone had gone back inside it was deadly silent out here which meant their voices were carrying more than they knew and i could hear every word. I settled back down and watched the girls for a while biding my time. 

Y/N

You both look at each other with a glint in your eyes, Pop the tops off your bottles and start downing it. Maggie comes up for air first. Dropping my bottle and swallowing the harsh liquid i Cheer in celebration and yell a little too loud “that Merle may be an asshole but he sure makes some good hooch” 

“Sooooo ya had any bites today?” Maggie grins winking at you. “Yeah but not the one i want, He’s so fucking frustrating. I think I've noticed him watching me more today than he has the entire time i’ve known him” I sigh. 

“You know he's got a huge thing for you or he wouldn’t be acting like this”  Maggie Giggled. “But then who in this friggin place doesn’t especially after today! You even made my breath hitch never mind poor Glenn who had to get a shower!” “Ugh maggie he’s your guy why the hell is he looking at me!” I grimaced. She put her hand on my thigh and winked at me again “He’s got my permission, don't worry it spices things up a little” I didn’t move her hand just enjoyed the feeling of her fingers running up and down the inside of my thigh.

We both downed more of Merle’s hooch giggling and the conversation turned to a debate on the size of Daryl's dick. I lick my lips promising to tell her if I ever get my hands on it. The conversation is turning more and more heated as her hand is getting closer and closer to my throbbing core. She’s getting that close now I’m sure she can probably feel the heat coming from it.  As we are getting close to the bottom of our bottles and really starting to feel the effect Maggie still with one hand on my thigh leans close to my face and whispers “He’s stayed up there watching past his shift. Let's give him something to see hmm?” As she’s finishing the end of her sentence I bridge the gap between us and meet her lips with mine. I bring my hand up to her hair and pull her closer into me, deepening the kiss Moaning into her lips. 

Daryl 

When the girls first started chatting i wanted to find out who they could be talkin about and punch the prick out till i heard my name and if my ears weren't already prickling up they definitely were now, He heard Y/N promise Maggie that if she sees ma dick she will tell her how big. He bites his lip and decides he’ll help her keep that promise. 

He picks his binoculars back up and notices Maggie's hand running up and down Y/N’s thigh. If there were two people he thought he wouldn’t have to warn away, it would have been Glenn and Maggie and they pick a night that he’s mad as hell to change his mind about that? 

He brings one hand to his aching dick giving it a few tugs through his pants to relieve some of the pressure and brings his eyes back to them just as he sees the girls lean into each other, Shit! Shit! He doesn’t know whether to run down there and interrupt finally or let them continue. Y/N pushes Maggie to lay her fully down and straddles her hips, I grabbed my radio and called for the replacement as i couldn’t take much more.

While i waited for the lazy shit to get here i watched Y/N & Maggie get even more heated and their hands exploring each other the moaning reaching me in the tower, I look to my right and see Glenn watching from behind one of the buildings hands and lower half suspiciously hidden.

Ah hell no fuck this tower! Daryl reaches over the side and grabs the pipe work swings himself over and uses it to get down quickly. As he hits the bottom his replacement is strolling over he grabs him by the scruff of his shirt blocking his view into the field. “Put ya lazy ass in that office and don’t fuckin leave till i come back and tell ya, ya can leave. Ya fuckin hear me?” I growl at him. The kid runs into the office in the tower. I spin around pretending not to see Glenn hiding there, I ran across the field towards the girls and as i reached them i let my shadow fall over them. 

Y/N

From where i am lay on top of Maggie i watch as Daryl slides down the side of the watch tower and charges over to us, I smile against Maggie's lips when he gets closer i moan feeling her hand snake its way into my bra, Were both panting loudly and moaning when his shadow falls over us. 

He clears his throat next thinking we hadn’t noticed him there. Maggie moves her mouth to my neck and I let out another moan but this time I raise my eyes to his and lick my bottom lip not breaking eye contact. 

“Come with me...NAW” Daryl growls and grabs my arms and pulls me off and up. Maggie looks at him and pouts “oh boo Daryl always gotta ruin our fun” I wave to Maggie giggling as he starts to drag me across the field. 

“What the fuck Daryl” I try to push him off my arm but his hands are unyielding. “Shut the fuck up ill deal with ya in a minute” He growls and pushes me up against the wall of a building stares longingly into my eyes then darts his arm out and smashes someone’s head into the wall. “Didn’t think id have to fuckin warn ya Glenn, Thought it was pretty fuckin obvious. Don't let me catch ya ass again” he grabs my arm again and drags me across the court yard until we reach a secluded spot, He slams my back up another wall and presses his body up against mine keeping me pinned between him and the wall. 

“What you think you’ve been doing girl, Flaunting your shit all day for any man to beat his meat too?” 

I squirm under his gaze, Shit i think i actually pissed him off, Definitely not the emotion i was going for!

“You think i’m gonna sit by and let tha happen?” 

I find my voice, “What do you mean, You won’t let something happen. You’re not the boss of me!” you say glaring back at him, If he wants to play the pissed off game he won’t be playin it alone.

“Ya know exactly what i mean! I’ll show you who the fuckin boss Y/N” He said, pressing his hips harder into mine. I try to suppress my moan. His eye’s darken even more hearing me moan for him now. 

“Who do you think told those pricks to back the fuck away from you, They wouldn’t of just left you alone on their own naw, they needed some rough persuasion Y/N” 

I glare at him again and he pushes his hips back into mine again.”Ya gonna learn yet? Every time you glare at me, ill smash my dick into that dirty clit o urs” He explains with a wink. 

Not knowing how to respond to that You ask “You’re the reason no man looks at me anymore? What fucking business is it of yours”

“Hell fuckin yeah i am” He says with a smirk “No one will dare ya touch you if I've claimed ya, So i did” “Naw I’ve claimed you, I’ve made it very clear if anyone touches you they’ll lose a fuckin arm” He growled

“For fuck sake Daryl! You can’t just put claims on a girl you don’t even give a fuck about” I said with a snarl.

“I give a fuck, Just didn’ want ya to know i gave a fuck, I enjoyed watchin ya squirm... but ya forced ma hand and naw... Well naw i aint gonna be gentle bout it”

You close your eyes tight, If he hadn’t of “claimed” me i would be in heaven now but learning that he’s behind your dry well makes you so mad. 

“This what you were trying to get huh?” “I would of thought twice before you pulled this shit, I aint no gentle man” she breathed into her ear. His gravelly voice driving me crazy. 

I look him in the eyes and shove him hard, running back to the cell block. I took a breather when i got through the door and realised he hadn’t followed me. As i was walking past the showers a hand darted out and pulled me inside. 

“Woah what the fuck” I gasped as I felt a hand move over my ass and pull me against him, Jees i need to wear this outfit more often. 

I was pulled into the light and saw it was Zach who had pulled me in with him, Zach was one of the ones who daryl must of scared away. 

“Hey baby, Missed me?” he breathed at me. “How could i miss you zach i never got a chance to know you, You let that asshole scare you away” I said hurt 

“Gimmie another chance Y/N, ill show you a good time, This could be our secret. We could have some real fun and piss that hillbilly asshole off” He squeezes me tighter to him. 

“Gerrof Zach if your too pussy to pursue someone when warned of by a man I’ve only ever spoken to once then you’re not a guy i want any fucking part of”

“Awww c’mon you don’t mean that” he grips the back of my head and pushes his lips to mine i tried to fight him off be but he had too tight of a grip. 

A low growl came from the doorway “I believe she said to get ya bitch ass hands off her” Zach jumped back like someone had shocked him when he heard the voice. Daryl walked forward and put his arm round my shoulder “an i believe i told ya to not even look at her again bitch” His voice gets louder “Tell me asshole what did i say i was gonna do to ya?” 

H waited a moment staring at Zack “Hmm to fuckin scared to answer?” he walks forward and punches him rapidly in the face Zack goes sprawling across the shower floor. Daryl stands over him and threatens “it’ll be worse next time if you don listen to me and come near ma girl again”

Daryl turns and heads back to you and wraps his arm around your shoulders again “Bet Ya glad i claimed you now” I nod slightly. I squirm out of his arms and run back to my cell, my hooch high still buzzing in my mind. Thank god without this how could i be this brave? I smile when I get to my cell wondering how long it will take him to catch me. 

I  barely had time to catch my breath before i felt him, He made no noise whatsoever like a hunter closing in on his prey.Whenever he was near me it felt like my entire body was electrified and tuned only to him. 

I spun around and my breath hitched in my throat at the sight of that venomous glare, He just stood and glared with his eye’s roaming every inch of you, You could feel every hair on your body standing to attention for him. 

In the blink of an eye he was back in front of you again pinning you back against the wall with his hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head to the side exposing your neck. 

He looks over your body panting his eyes still liquid stone, Ever glaring. I could feel the heat coming off him in waves as he studied me. His pushed his mouth next to my ear, “When i’m finished with ya, ya legs will be useless and everyone in this damn place gon know my name. An i promise you aint gon forget who’s ya are” He paused for a second staring into my eyes, “Naw take this shit off before i rip it off ya” He said pulling roughly at my shirt.

With Shaking hands i reach up and untie my shirt and push it off my shoulders, Watching his eyes grow darker as he watched. My shirt fell to the floor he grabbed the centre of my bra “All of it” He growled. I undid my bra and threw that into the corner. He looked down at my shorts seeming impatient gripped both sides and ripped them down. He came back up to me gripped my arms and pushed me further up the wall off the floor and quickly puts his legs in between mine and rests my body on them. 

He reaches forcing my head to the side again and brings his mouth down to my neck kissing and biting furiously his other hand gripping my breast roughly, Earning a loud moan from me. I reached for his shirt desperate to run my hands on him, Before my hands met their mark he had gripped my wrists pinning them above my head. 

“Ya don’t move, Touch or make a fuckin sound unless i say so, Ya hear?” I nodded eyes growing wide at his words. He let my feet touch the ground again and tore my underwear off, He bunched them up in his hand “Mmm look how wet these pantie’s are for me girl” “Open your mouth, Naw” I obediently complied letting him stuff them into my mouth, Dying to moan under his stare. 

He stepped back and let his vest fall over his shoulders and hit the floor, He then took his shirt off and used it to bind my hands together. He stood back admiring his handiwork, I Squirmed under his lustful gaze feeling myself getting wetter by the second. I watched him slowly bring his hands to his belt unfastening it then his button and zip, His pants hit the ground and he kicked them to the side. My breath went wild when I saw him in all his glory i love a man who doesn’t wear any underwear.

He lunged forward again pulling my legs over his and wrapping leg around his hips pressing his huge dick at my entrance. It was so long and thick: my mouth started salivating instantly imagining wrapping my mouth around it. 

He pulled my underwear from my mouth and growled into my ear “Scream my fucking name” as he plunged his entire length into me, The breath was forced from my lungs “shitt, Daryl!”

“Did i fuckin stutter, I said scream it” he growled again biting my neck pulling out almost of the way and plunging deep into me again. Damn did i scream this time my eyes rolling back into my head enjoying the sensation. 

“Tha’s better now ride it bitch” 

I felt raw already from his huge length and girth filling me like i’d never been filled before. Pulling my arms around his neck to steady myself i used him to pull myself back up and then down slowly trying to adjust to his size. 

His mouth met mine in a rough eager kiss, capturing my tongue with his. He pulled his mouth back to my neck and whispered “Ya don know how long i’ve been waiting for this, Tell me how much you love my dick Y/N”

“Ahh” i cried out “so much baby so much” My eyes rolling into the back of my head still rolling my hips onto him. “Naw, Tell me who you belong to” “You” I moaned “You i belong to you daryl” I panted out. 

“Louder! I want everyone in the fuckin place to know your mine” 

“Oh god, Daryl, I’m yours! Only yours” I screamed 

“Better” He smirked. He moved my arms from around his neck and released my hand’s from his shirt. He walked backwards with me still perched on him, His legs hit the end of the bed and he sunk down taking me with him. 

“Now show me how much you love this dick”

I positioned myself better over him and sunk down to the hilt slowly savouring every glorious inch of him. My eyes shot open again moaning when my clit hit his pubic bone and i started grinding harder and faster now. 

I could feel his hand’s everywhere, God i can’t believe how long i had been longing for this moment, I cried out again. He leant up on his elbows and pulled one of my nipples into his mouth nibbling, and running his nails down the inside of my thighs. The combination was pure ecstasy. I could already feel the pressure in my mound building painfully begging to be released. 

He removed his mouth from me earning a sad moan from me desperate to feel his mouth on me, He looked back at my eye’s amusement on his face. He ran both hands up to my chest again gripping almost painfully. “And these, Who do they belong to Y/N?” “You baby, All yours” i breathed shakily. I was so close when he growled again “Say my fuckin name” My wall’s started constricting against him. “Ahh god, Daryll ....fuck Daryl” His eyes shone at my words. He was even more spurned on now. He flipped us over, throwing me into the bed and pulled my hips into the air ramming harder and deeper than before. 

“Cum for me baby” He whispered in his incredible gravelly voice.

Those four words was all I needed to push me over the edge. Crying his name out again i felt the damn of pressure welled up in me from the moment I saw him burst open. I rode out my high as hard as i could against him, I collapsed to the bed and felt him slow down, My brain fuzzy from my incredible high. I tried pushing myself up on my elbows and my eyes caught another’s at the door. 

I looked down and back up rubbing my eyes, “Shit Darryl stop!” I reached for the sheets to pull them over me. There were at least 6 men gazing in, Daryl continued unperturbed. You tried putting your hand behind you trying to push at his stomach to get his attention. He captured your arm and it around your back and pulled you up against him. 

“You think I didn't know, Now tell me again who you belong to” “Daryl please!” I said trying to cover my chest. He grabbed the sheet and flung it away. 

Rick spoke up from the back Your cheeks flushed horrified they had all seen you in the throws. “I think Daryl told you to do something, He doesn’t like to be kept waiting” He said with a gleam in his eyes. You gazed around the men seeing Rick, Zack, Merle, Glenn & i wasn’t sure who else grinning enjoying the show. I was suddenly unashamed as i felt the pressure build back up dangerously high.

Daryl seeing my eyes wander over the group wrapped my hair around his wrist and pushed my head back into the bed, Ramming harder and faster than i’d ever felt before making me scream again. “Say it” he shouted at me “Ahh shit im daryl’s, You claimed me baby” He replied “And no one else is going to make you feel this good again are they?” 

“God no, Only you, Ahh so good!”

“Ya heard her '' He said addressing the men “She’s mine. Naw you can all fuck off back to your pits and keep your fucken hand’s to your selves asshole’s” You heard Merle hoot “wooowee you get it baby brother” You stomach turned grateful daryl had told them to leave, before his body pushed another orgasm out of you. 

They all turned and left as Daryl biting my ear lobe moaned into me “Now cum again for me baby” He suddenly dove his hand under me and onto my clit. 

I instantly caved again screaming into the bed. 

Feeling my second orgasm pushed him to the brink again and he jackhammered into me. Hard. Chasing his high. I pushed back furiously desperate to feel him. I moaned “Cum in me Daryl please i need to feel you” 

I felt him explode moaning my name and grinding deep into me riding it fully out” 

He collapsed on top of me breathless. We lay like that for a few minutes when I felt him going hard in me again. He pulled out and lay back on the bed pulling me into his chest his heart still pounding in his chest.

“God girl, If i’d of known you were that good a fuck, I’d of taken you that first fucking night” A relaxed grin on his face. 

He turned and took my face in his hands kissing me softly and murmured into my lips “I hope you don’t think i'm done with you yet” He winked “I aint had a girl like you in a loooong time i aint even close to done with ya” 

He rolled back onto me pulling my lip with his teeth. “Ready?” I nodded desperate to feel him again. 

God knows how many hours & Orgasms later he fell off me pulling me close into his chest again. I passed out instantly, Thoroughly exhausted. He chuckled into my hair and followed me into blissful sleep. 

When we woke the next morning his arms still tight around me, Smiling in his sleep. 

I looked over happy wishing i could stay here forever but there was work to be done. 

I slowly picked his arm up and tried to wiggle out from under it, Before i'd gotten half way those glorious muscles had flexed and pulled me straight back into him. “Morning beautiful. Hope you don’t think your going anywhere. We’ve got so much time to make up for.” He nuzzled his face into yours sweetly. You could feel him growing hard against your hip. “Don’t worry i’m feeling responsible. I’ll make it quick!” 

He fucked me again for another hour until we were both sweaty, shaky wrecks. 

I groaned and rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up trying to stand up and instantly felt my legs buckle beneath me. He was up and caught me before i came crashing down. He laughed. “Don’t say i didn’t warn you” You laughed with him. “God, I love that sound” He said, staring into my eyes and planting a sweet kiss onto my lips. He stood and started grabbing his clothes from around the room and dressing. 

“Take your time getting up, I’m back in the guard tower again today, Don’t forget what i taught you last night” He said with a wink and ducked down to kiss me. He moved to the doorway and moved the curtain turning back at me. “Oh and babe I wanna see that outfit again today, Now i know it’s all for me” He winked again and left. 

I fell back on the bed with a huge grin on my face. Holy shit I can't wait for tonight! 

[futurewriter2000]

Rocks and Dust

A/N: I don't know why Remus gave me such Heath Ledger vibes when I was writing this but he did and I am honestly so fucking proud of it. Now, I really want to make myself some rice and chicken... or just rice. I hope you like it <3

REQUESTED BY @cloudywitchh: Hiiii, Im not sure if your requests are open, but if they are i have one. :)) Before I request, I want you to know that I love your oneshots and series! ive been binge reading. Could you possibly do a Gryffindor reader that has both james and remus that like her. oneshot or series. if you choose to write it, thank you, if not i understand

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Souls meet when eyes do and it hasn't been much easy to hold yourself back when such mesmerising hazel eyes had done nothing but watch you seductively.

At first you couldn't feel it but after a while, something in the back of your mind told you to look a certain direction. When you did, your eyes met his and a certain colour started to appear on your cheeks.

You watched him, he watched you. "Yes, Potter?" you asked with a smirk forming on the corner of your lips.

He smiled, tilting his head a bit to the side before speaking. "Had you done something new with your hair?" he asked, glancing up at your hair as you let out a laugh.

"Not really."

"Well, no matter of it." he leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. "You look absolutely stunning."

You felt your heart flutter in your chest but you were not about to let him know that. "Thank you. When don't I look absolutely stunning." you joked and he rolled his eyes.

"Hey, mate." Remus came into the common room and tapped James' shoulder as he passed him by, sitting next to him.

James smile faded a bit. He was a tad disappointed in his friend's presence. Everything had seemed to go so well between you and him. If the two of you continued to be alone, he would have had more confidence to ask you out on a date. Knowing that Remus took fancy in you too, it was a bit challenging to do so.

"What's up, Moony?" James looked at him, clearly not in a friendliest tone Remus was used to.

Remus' lips twirled upwards and he felt amused by his friends' frustration. He looked at you and smiled wonderfully. "Hi." he said and you smiled cheerfully, oblivious to the competition in front of you.

"Hi, Remus."

You seemed to be a tad disappointed as well. You loved to flirt with James because it seemed so easy and fun to do yet sometimes you couldn't understand whether he truly likes you or if he's doing it just out of fun. But you live by your mother's words; If a man truly likes you, he will do absolutely everything to let you know and pursue you.

That was why you were always so laid back. You didn't overthink anything when it came to boy. They seemed to think more simply than girls and whatever they did, they did because they wanted to, not because there was a whole scheme behind their actions.

You could see a bit discomfort in James. You couldn't really figure out why but he started to pout, which had made you a bit more uncomfortable around both of them.

Remus, however, loved to talk to you. He was open and honest but sometimes you felt as if he held too many secrets inside of him. To you, he was a bit harder to get to know, no matter how much he could tell you.

"You're going to love this, (y/n)!" he started to sound more excited. "I had found the oldest yet most interesting place a few nights ago-" he hear- both of you heard James scoff to that. "And I know your curious spirit cannot wait to explore it."

"Where?!" you threw all your books away and jumped forward. Old ruins and historic backgrounds always made you overly excited. You must have gotten it from your dad's side of the family. Everybody seemed to be more of history freaks and you were no different.

"I can show you. What do you think James?" Remus turned to James, who only laughed.

"No, thank you." he stood up and stretched his arms over his body. "Rocks and dust? Not my cup of tea. If I wanted to take a girl I fancy-" he looked at you with a grin and a soft chuckle. "I'd take her somewhere more romantic." he walked to you and winked. "A lovely restaurant or a walk among the trees under the moonlight." he was leaning down to you, close and observing the flush in your cheeks.

Your eyes were meeting and it lit a fiery spark between the two of you but as you didn't want to give him the pleasure of it, you rolled your eyes and moved away. "That's a bit of a cliche, isn't it, Potter?" you stood up and stretched your back as well. "I don't do romance." you turned from James to Remus and smiled excitedly. "Shall we go and explore!?"

"Yes we shall."

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Remus hasn't felt you this excited over some 'rocks and dust' in all the years he had known you but he had felt his heart fill with joy and love when he could see how a person can live for the small things in life. You didn't care about wealth or power, neither if a person was physically beautiful and attractive. You neither cared if person had its flaws, you still loved anybody for who they were; good or evil. You always tried to look the best in people and your gift was, that you always seemed to bring out just that out of everybody and especially out of him.

As the two of you had walked, he had realised that he wants to tell you something important to him. It wasn't a secret to his friends and family but it was a shameful secret to him and to everybody else.

"Can I tell you something?" he asked as the two of you were climbing up the hill.

"Yeah." you stopped, gasping for air and putting your hands on your hips. "I think we need to rest too." you smiled and he laughed.

"It's not that far. We're almost close."

"My heart is almost close to stopping too."

He laughed again and sat on the rock, finding the moon shining on him as if it was leaving its fullness from a few days ago. "I just have the need to tell you this... and I'm serious."

You looked up at him and found the moon perfectly cut out the colour of his green eyes. "Your eyes look so pretty in the moonlight." you said without any filter but sat down next to him.

"Thank you."

You smiled and looked up at the moon before taking a look of his worried expression. "What is it?" you shoved him a little as he smiled. "You can tell me your deepest darkest secret." you joked but it was no joke to him.

"Well... I'm... I'm a werewOlf." he stuttered out, trying to sound casually as he said so but unsuccessful.

You only stared in silence, clearly processing the information as he was impatient to wait for your reaction. Your eyes only narrowed at him and you nodded. "I knew it."

"You knew it?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I mean, I didn't know it. I just know there was something to you that I couldn't put my finger on but I kind of knew it. It did cross my mind once but I brushed it off quickly. I didn't believe it but apparently my intuition was on to something." you laughed and stood up, offering him your hand. "Shall we continue?"

"You don't seem a tad phased by it." he took your hand gently and stood up.

"Oh, I am but I really don't mind people being people. You know?" you started to talk fast. "I don't judge people by their flaws, more by their actions and I don't seem why your werewolfness would bother me when there are far worse withces, wizards and Muggles in this world, who are far more worse than any werewolf I had encounter. Which, you're the first but still. You don't seem the one to eat children and howl at the moon."

He let out a loud laugh. "I don't eat children but I do the latter."

---

The two of you walked up the hill hand in hand, him trying to pull you up as his steps were much larger than yours. He was more of muscles than you, faster and careful as for you seemed to trip over a branch or two.

He had opened up as the two of you made your way to the top and started to walk on the flatlands. It stretched far away from the castle but you could see the ruins so clearly from the distance. The light of he moon made the subject far more pleasing to the eye and at that moment when Remus was talking to you and your eyes seemed to wander on the view- everything seemed to be perfect and you imprinted that moment into your memory so that you can look back and re-live it all over again.

As he talked, he seemed more lose and excited. He hadn't held back on anything. He had told you about Animagnus forms of his friends and how he isn't the only one who howls at the moon. Sirius apparently loves to do it just as well in his other form. He had constantly made you laugh by his full moon stories and how he accepted the awful fact of his life-long destiny of sharing his body with a beast.

He was glowing, literally glowing when he was telling you all the things he was hiding from you and for the first time, you were the one to listen and he was the one constantly talking.

"We're here!" he pointed at the ruins of an old castle. It wasn't big or notorious as Camelot or Hogwarts or any other historically known castle. It was small and poor in it's built but it was still a castle, just not the traditional kind.

He let go of your hand and it gave you a sort of an electrical shock as he did. You seemed to be so comfortable and in love of holding hands that you completely forgot what it was like without his fingers intertwined with yours.

It wasn't for long though. He had opened the old wooden door for you and offered you his hand to lead you inside. "After you, m'lady." he bowed as a gentleman should and you hurried up inside, taking him by the hand and leading him behind you.

Your wands needn't to be lit as the moonlight made it's own natural light through the large gaps between the rocks. Nature made it's own charm by growing vines around the walls, flowers and grass among the cracks. It truly did feel more magical than the magic itself.

"Oh, Remus look!" you ran to one of the walls and saw names carved in. "Ibzan." you smiled back at him.

"Old biblical name." Remus followed and saw many other names written around it. "Arthur." he laughed. "Wouldn't be an English castle without an Arthur in it."

"Tatiana." you looked at it. "Like a princess." you looked at him but he seemed to be very close to you, staring forward. His chest was against your back and his head leaning over your shoulder. You didn't have to look back. You could only move your eyes to the side and see him there.

He seemed to be so focused on the rocks in front of you that he hasn't even noticed you marvelling at him. All you could see, for the first time noticing his sharp, nicely structured side profile. His cheek bones were finely defined, his lips sharp and plump and his eyebrows nicely arched.

He truly was a beautiful boy and you hadn't noticed it till now. His palm was placed against the rock as he was supporting himself but when he had noticed you looking at him, he slyly looked back. A corner of his mouth quirked up and he said: "A girl doesn't need to be a princess to have a beautiful name." he spoke low and quietly.

The spark that James lit before was over-flamed by the passion Remus arroused in you. Before you knew it, he was leaning down and kissed you softly. One short kiss and it was enough to tempt you for more. You put your hand around his neck and pulled him down for me, smiling into it as you had felt him smile as well. As heavy as they felt, they seemed light as well because no kisses seemed to be as perfect as his; soft, teasing yet deep and passionate.

When he placed his hand on your cheek you could feel the dust set on your skin. You let out a giggle and he pulled away. "What?" he smiled but then just noticed how dark your cheek was. "Oh, my-" he let out a laugh, then looked back on the wall his palm was pressed on before. "I am terribly sorry."

You laughed as well. "Don't worry." you continued to laugh and wipe it away. "It'll probably wash away."

"Probably." he tilted his head a bit and gave you a peck. "And we should probably head back."

Putting your arms around his neck, you made a big stretch and looked up at the sky. "Ugh..." you looked back into his green eyes, burning your soul into sparks and bitses. "But it's so beautiful here." you let out a small whine and he chuckled.

"Well, (y/n)(y/l/n). I didn't think you did romance." he teased.

"I don't. I let the man do all the romance for me." you stepped on your tiptoes and brushed your nose against his.

"That's a bit unfair."

"I wouldn't worry if I were you, Lupin. I have time to make it fair."

"Glad to hear it."

[oneoftheextras]

Slurred Words

Aizawa x teacher!reader

masterlist  | tip jar

question #14 prompt: “Should you be drinking that much?”

warnings: Alcohol consumption, sexually suggestive themes, a lot of angst and protective Aizawa

“SHOTS!” Hizashi shouted across the bar, ushering you towards him from your place on the dance floor. Nodding your head and dance-walked over to the bar where your friend waited for you.

It was very rare that the teachers of UA were able to let loose and celebrate, what you were celebrating, you didn’t know - probably the fact that no students had died this year.

Nezu had organised the night for you all to try an alleviate, with Hizashi’s help of course. There was no way you were partying without that loud mouth having a say in every decision.

He’d chosen a nice, low-key club - not too big that you got lost, but small enough that you didn’t feel distanced from everyone. 

Well, some people were making a point of distancing themselves. And by people, you meant person. And by person you meant Aizawa.

“Yo, Y/N” Hizashi handed you a shot, you clinked your glass with his and you downed them together. Slamming the glasses down on the counter with a collaborative “Woo!”. “You’re keeping up pretty well” he shouted at you over the music, you smiled a goofy smile at him, you were on the edge of sober and tipsy. No doubt you would stumble over that line in about 10 minutes when the Tequila kicks in properly.

“I want to dance!” you shouted back to him, you were in a really good mood and had a tonne of energy, “Then let’s go dance” he said, “But first” he grabbed your hand, stopping you from going anywhere just yet. He ordered two more shots for you both. He drank his with insane speed, and then proceeded to drag you towards the crowd of dancing people.

You just about managed to drink your shot and place it on a nearby table before you got sucked into the whirlpool of dancing bodies. 

Smiling at up Hizashi you stated the obvious, “I’m having a great time”, “I’m glad” he replied bluntly, you continued to dance with him until he leaned into your ear, “Stop me if I’m crossing a line here, but what’s the his-happening with you and Shouta?” he asked, his question took you back for a moment, not sure what he meant. You didn’t know how to answer so you just shrugged.

The truth was, you’d had the hots for him for a while. At first you thought he was just the weird member of the faculty, the one that liked being left alone. But the more you talked to him, or listened to him talking to others, the more he intrigued you.

It started out as general interest, listening to his views on the world and his opinions - which he hardly gave. Then it turned into a crush, watching the way he would command his classroom and hold all the power had you mesmerised.

It was the type of crush where your tummy would flip when you heard his name being mentioned, or butterflies would escape your heart when you saw him walking towards you in the halls.

Not to mention the way he made you feel when he was playing the role of the villain for the student’s physical exams.

Mic gave you a knowing look, raising one eyebrow. “Why?” you asked back. Sure, you and Aizawa were colleagues and you got along well, but you didn’t think anything of it, you couldn’t even use his first name the way that Mic does.

“He’s giving you some serious stink eye” he finally said and gesturing behind you with his eyes, you started to turn your head to see what he was looking at, but he span you around underneath your arm to make it seem like you were dancing. He swung your body around and made you switch places with him.

“You’ve gotta loosen up, you were about to make things hella obvious” he laughed, never stopping dancing with you. Now that you were facing the other way you could see what he meant. Aizawa was sitting at the bar, staring at you, but as soon as you made eye contact he snapped his head away and shifted his gaze to his drink.

“I didn’t think he would want to be here” you yelled to Mic, “He doesn’t, but Nezu and I organised some guards to stop anyone leaving before 11pm” you gave him an expression of disbelief and burst out laughing. It was hilarious that he had hired guards to stop literal Professional Heroes.

Unfortunately, you’d decided to laugh just as the song was changing so your chuckles echoed through the bar. This made you laugh even harder, but you tried to your best to conceal it, swaying forward and bumping into Mic. You were definitely tipsy now.

“Another drink?” you asked him in between giggles, you glanced towards the bar as that’s where your tipsy brain wanted to go, and you saw Aizawa staring at you again. Although this time he didn’t break eye contact. It actually seemed like he was getting up.

“I think we need to space drinks out a bit more for you” Hizashi said, trying to stabilise you a bit more, luckily the song had changed to a slow song so you didn’t look too out of place. You put your arms around his neck and swayed yourself to the music, smiling up at him. “You’re a cool friend, Yamada” you praised him. 

“Ahem“ someone cleared their voice ”May I?” you heard them say, it was so quiet you almost barely heard it. But you would always be able to pick this voice out of a crowd.

“Be my guest” Mic said, and he unwrapped your hands from his neck for a second and then placed them back down. You were enjoying the music so much you’d closed your eyes so you could vibe.

You sighed heavily, but as you did you inhaled the most intoxicating scent, it smelled of coffee and oak wood. Feeling the aroma fill your nostrils and surround your entire being, you chuckled, knowing exactly who had their hands on your hips.

“So you’re not always grumpy” you teased opening your eyes, you were greeted by Aizawa’s grey orbs, he’d scrapped his hair back into a low bun and only a few strands of hair were framing his masculine face. “I try my best not to be” he chuckled back, you felt his laugh vibrate through his shoulders and into your arms.

You swayed with him for a while just to enjoy his company, a few of the other teachers were turning their heads to look at the two of you - most definitely more to see if THE Eraserhead was allowing himself to have fun.

Taking a chance, you pulled yourself closer to him so your chest was on his, it worked in your favour as it pushed your assets closer together. You weren’t too sure what you were trying to achieve, but you were too tipsy to care anymore.

“You have a hard outer shell you know that Aizawa” you teased, making sure you were making eye contact with him, it was very rare that he would let anyone get this close to him. You could actually see his features more clearly, and it made your heart flutter even more than it already was. His defined jaw line, the small amount of stubble he had, even the way the bags under his eyes creased when he smiled.

Wait.

He was smiling.

“God damn” you exclaimed, “You’re even hotter when you smile” you let slip. He stopped for a beat to stare at you, but carried on swaying with you, you completely missed his hesitation, but maybe you would have noticed if you weren’t so inebriated. 

“I mean” you stopped dancing completely and shook your head, realising what you’d just said “I’m going to get another drink” you nervously laughed and unhooked your hands from his neck and walked towards the bar.

You really didn’t want to let go and walk away from possibly the only chance you’d ever had at being physically close to him, but you could feel your face getting redder.

Ordering two more shots, you drank the first one before the bartender had time to put it down. You stared at the second for a moment before lifting it up to your lips. Before you could allow the liquid to enter your mouth another hand put itself over yours and stopped its momentum, a little bit of the spirit sloshed out and was now running down your bottom lip.

“Should you be drinking that much?” Aizawa more said than asked. Your eyes traced up his scarred hand and followed it up to his scolding eyes, your lips still parted from your attempt to drink.

You both stood their frozen in position, was he actually expecting you to answer? You watched his eye line shift from your own orbs to your lips and your breath hitched, no doubt he felt it, his hand was too close to your mouth for him not to.

“I’m an adult” you answered flatly and pretended to nip at his hand, he quickly moved it away with a shocked expression on his face. Smirking you giggled slightly, did he seriously think you were going to bite him? Only if he asked you to - no bad drunk thoughts!

“You’re not acting like an adult” he shuffled slightly towards you, close enough for you to smell his aftershave again, as well as feel his body heat. Shot still in hand, you still hadn’t moved from your previous position, it felt like if you did then this interaction would end. “You’re acting more reckless than some of my first years” he teased, at least you thought it was teasing, you’d never seen or heard him talk like this before so it was new territory.

“Is that so?” you paused for a moment “Aizawa-sensei” you continued, finally knocking your head back and consuming what was left in your shot glass. Hearing a few low chuckles come from the man next to you, you broke eye contact.

“So, you think I’m hot?” he recalled your words and readjusted himself again, now having one hand on the bar and slightly facing you. “What of it?” you said defensively, not letting his presence push you backwards.

Letting out a small laugh “It’s not like you ever noticed me anyway” you mumbled to yourself, your bout of confidence fading. “What?” Aizawa was taken aback by your drastic change in attitude,”This is the longest conversation I think we’ve ever had” you semi-explained.

“‘Cause I never know what to say to you without making myself look like an idiot” Aizawa shocked you, was he letting down his guard? “I think of a million things to say, and a million ways to say them, and by then the moments gone” he couldn’t make eye contact with you.

You couldn’t do anything else other than stare at him as he glanced at his shoes and then back up to you, you felt your heart beating out of your chest as he scanned your face with a mixture of adoration and lust.

“I get lost in thought” he said so lowly you barely heard him, “What thoughts?” you were brave enough to ask, letting him back you up so your spine was against the bar. “About how much I want to know how your lips taste” he breathed, licking his bottom lip, and raising his free hand to brush a stray hair out of your face and behind your ear.

You leaned up towards his face slightly and then quickly stopped, you were second guessing yourself. It didn’t matter, your instigation was enough for him, he took the opportunity he had and pulled you into him - kissing you deeply.

It felt like fireworks were exploding all around you and your tummy wouldn’t stop doing somersaults. “Aizawa” you whispered in disbelief, almost inaudible.

“Shouta” he breathed, struggling to catch his breath, “Please call me Shouta” he lightly begged. “Well, Shouta” you emphasised his first name, earning a little groan from him “I would very much like to go somewhere, less public” you finished. “I would very much like that too” he agreed, kissing you again.

[donica95]

Mysteries of the heart

Mirio x Fem!reader

Rating: Explicit/smut

A/N this is a sever collab with the Citrus dome sever for masquerade collab

For the rest of the masquerade collab can be found here

Mirio X FemReader

It was warm for a summer day, the leaves flowing with the wind like nature's dancing. You've always loved summer since growing up with your grandparents by the water, but that was long ago.

Looking out the cafeteria window you spot your long time crush. Mirio Togata, he was bright, humorous and devilishly handsome. 

Sighing as you turn away from him hoping he'd notice you even though he was a known flirt, not that you seemed to mind. Even if he had that side to him, his kindness, compassion, and smile was what always drew you to his wonderful baby blue eyes. 

 You know that no matter how much it made your heart sweep whenever you saw him. You felt the distance between the two of you, he had a powerful quirk, while you only were the brain in your class. Knowing this.. when he ever-

“Good morning (Y/n), are you having a good day?” A boisterous voice said, you turned seeing a face through a wall, making you jump.

“Ah! My goodness.. don’t scare me like that Togata!” You flushed, as you managed to compose yourself. 

“Oh-ho.. sorry.” Mirio said, as he reverted back into the wall. Then minutes later you see Mirio and Tamaki with Nejire in tow. 

"Oh my gosh" Nejire exclaimed and rushed to you, "did you trim some of your hair?" she questioned as the boys took their seats. Feeling flustered by the sudden attention from your best friend's actions.

Nervously you glanced away from them in hoping all the attention would go away, thankful Tamaki softly spoke up. "Nejire give Y/N some space to breathe" he suggests. Playing with your strand of hair you stuttered

"I-I-I- thought it would be good to change it once and while."

Satisfied with your answer, they went back to talking amongst themselves leaving you to your thoughts. Later in the day you were walking home, till you heard an all too familiar voice behind you.

Turning around you saw Mirio running towards you to catch up. "Mirio?!" He finally stopped in front of you with his classic boyish smile "hiya do you mind if I walk you home?" He questioned as the sun was getting lower and turning into dusk.

"Sure Mirio" a gentle smile formed on your lips, you may seem calm on the outside but inside you were internally screaming. He was so close to touch and yet you were so nervous that you didn't want to ruin your friendship with him.

Finally you found yourself at your doorstep after a nice walk with Mirio "Thank you Mirio for walking me home" as you gave a slight bow towards him. A giggle was heard in front of you. Mirio spoke with his cheerful voice "it's not a problem, I can't have a pretty lady walk home at night. Right?"  

"Haha definitely Mirio." You laughed at his playful joke. As the still night air blows its chilled air you shutter, “Well I should head inside.. thank you again Mirio.” You gave him a slight smile, before grabbing the handle, you hesitated to turn the knob. 

You know this was your one chance to say how you felt. "Mirio I.."

But as you turned around to look at Mirio but he was already outta ear shot. 

The look of yearning was showing as you watched Mirio walk away, you breathed out a sigh as you turned to walk into your home. "Why must I chicken out", suddenly you heard thumping noises running down the stairs. 

A black and white blur ran straight towards you. "Iggy!" You shouted as he tackled you to the ground, licking your face. You couldn't help but to laugh at his personality. Thankfully Iggy always knows how to cheer me up, "You are so smart, yes you are Iggy" Iggy barked and jumped around as the praise. 

Looking to your right on the ground, there was a white Victorian era letter with my name written in calligraphy. It was embossed with gold of the era of the year the school was founded. 

In awe you picked up the letter, flipping and seeing the wax stamp of the school emblem. You jumped and gave a little squeal as you finally got invited to the UA mysterious ball.

Being curious you carefully opened the envelope which reveals a letter with gold and silver filigree borders. Giving the letter a beautiful light shimmer that captured the eyes.

Reading it says.

"To whom this may concern: Y/N L/N"

"We are pleased to announce that you are invited to the 79th annual UA masquerade ball.

Masquerade attire is required!

Day: XXXX

Time: 8:00 PM

Location: XXXXX"

Slightly turning to look at the time it was 6:30pm, you felt your stomach sank at the sight of the clock, as you only have one hour and 30 minutes till the ball. 

Quickly standing up you rush to your room with Iggy on your heels, looking through your closet for any party dresses. At a loss on what to wear then Iggy tugs on your skirt. "Iggy don't pull on it!" You exclaimed. 

Iggy runs around in a circle then points towards out of your door, finally deciding to see what made him so anxious you follow him out of your room. You were suspicious as to where he was leading you, till you both stood at the entrance of the attic.

Stepping into the room it was dark and barely any light, so using your phone as a light source. Looking around you spot a few spider webs and old boxes but looking further you see a trunk. 

"What a trunk doing up here?" You questioned, you brushed your fingers along the rough edge of the trunk, taking a deep breath you opened the trunk to reveal a beautiful silver mask and red gems with decorative feathers. 

Putting the mask on the ground beside you, your attention returned to the trunk and your eye caught silk-like fabric with small diamond gemstones across the waist. Picking it up it revealed to be a beautiful black and red dress with a shoulder strap, in awe you ran back downstairs with the mask and dress in tow to get a better look at it. 

"W-wow, it's beautiful!" Now in the light you could see the simple yet elegant design of the dress and mask, the diamond gems lightly sparkled as the sunlight hit the gems. 

Donning the dress it perfectly shaped your body, then finally putting on the mask you completed the masquerade look. Taking a deep breath you felt you were ready for anything, walking out the door with newfound confidence it was time to go to the event.

It was dark out as you arrived at the manor. Stepping out to see a huge beautiful gothic architecture, walking up the stairs there were two lion statues at the top of the stairs with their mouths agape. Once inside candles lit the rooms full with people. 

Stepping into the bigger room, you could feel eyes were upon you. As you slowly descend the staircase you could hear the faint whispering of different voices saying "Who's that girl?" and "She looks gorgeous." 

The sound of music was heard as couples were dancing beautifully. Crystalline chandelier was shining bright as the candles illuminated the room, along the walls were stained glass windows with different designs, one in particular stood from the rest. 

A painting of a woman and a man dancing together, the look of passion in their eyes as they stared at each other. 

Watching the people from a distance, you gaze around the room spotting some people you know they all looked elegant with their masquerade attire, they glowed with excitement and were talking amongst themselves.

You noticed that Mirio wasn't in the group, so you continued to scanned the room. You glance at the dance floor and you spot a young gentleman dancing with a girl you cannot place.  He had a loose messy slicked back except for a few strands of hair on his forehead and a black and red mask along with black and faint red suit. 

As the song recedes you got up the nerve to ask him to dance,you flowed ever so lightly across the dance floor to come up behind him. You stand there quietly as he spins around to see you. His eyes opened in awe as he saw you for the first time. 

He steps back and graciously holds his hand out to you and asks, "May I have this dance?" Your pulse quickens as you gently take his hand and he leads you way through the crowd. 

The young gentleman suddenly stops and turns to face you, his right hand rests on your waist and his left holding your right hand. You both begin to move to the music, his blue eyes never leaving your E/C. 

"You're a wonderful dancer" he chuckles then twirls you around. Shaking your head you smiled. You wanted to say something but then you decided against it, thinking it would be more fun to let him do the chasing for once. Once the music ended, you slipped out of his grasp teasingly and walked away from him. 

You felt his eyes still on you as you walked away, slightly swaying your hips. Mirio was mesmerised, he knew he couldn't let this gorgeous woman walk away from him without knowing her name. 

Walking out through the window doors your eyes spotted a beautiful garden, and a cobblestone walkway leading to a dimly lit gazebo with vines growing along the wooden railing and pillars.

You feel as if this place is magical but you were unable to describe the feeling, walking up the stairs of the gazebo looking at the bright moon you sighed in wondering if Mirio would return your feelings. 

Not even a moment later you heard footsteps on the wooden gazebo floor, slowly you turned around to see Mirio 

Rubbing the back of his neck. "I was wondering where you went. To tell you the truth you're a difficult person to find." He gave a smile that you loved which made your heart race, you chuckled softly "Well you found me" you winked at him then took a step forward closer to him. 

Mirio could feel his heart race as the mystery woman put a hand on his chest then lean closer to his ear then whispered "come catch me." Then she rushed from the gazebo laughing, tempting him to follow in the moonlight.

Seeing a weeping willow tree, giggling you walked through the long leaves of the tree knowing that he would be on your tail. As he got near your hiding place he asked "where did my mystery lady go?!" You couldn't help but giggle at his playfulness but then you both were face to face. 

You were surprised to see him sticking his head into where you were hiding, he pulled your body into an embrace close enough to feel his breath against yours. Slowly he cupped your face, connecting your lips into a passionate kiss his lips drifted down your neck. 

His hands explored your body which caused you to moan out his name, surprised he looked at you and wondered how you knew his name "how did you know?" he asked while finally taking off his mask revealing his handsome face.

"B-because I like you" you knew your face was red at that moment, your hands reached the edge of the mask, revealing who you are. Mirio couldn't help but be surprised by your identity "Y/N?." Nervously you blushed but his lips found yours again, You moan into his lips as his tongue presses into your mouth, filling you. He moves his hips against you, and you feel his massive bulge rub against your crotch. You whimper into the kiss, and he slides a hand around you to unzip your dress.

The dress falls down onto the ground, leaving you just in your panties, Mirio felt blood rush down to his member as it hardened at the sight of you. Using his quirk his clothes fell easy through his body. 

Moving his body forward on it's own, his mouth kisses down your body till he reaches your breasts, you give a moan as he rubs your crotch over your panties, pressing his palm into the sweet spot just above your clit, You gasp as he starts focusing on making you so wet that his cock slides in effortlessly. 

Your hips buck into his hands as you tangle your fingers in the short, blonde hair at the nape of his neck. You tug slightly, he happily switches to your other nipple, nibbling gently as he adds more pressure to your clit. You let yourself moan freely to encourage him as he focuses on making you feel good. 

He quickly removes your painties then he slides a thick finger into your wet pussy. You arch your body into his face. He starts fingering you slowly, you needed more, you needed him. "Mirio please, fuck me with your hard cock" you moaned, you felt him smirk into your breast, then he lets go of your breast with a wet pop and looks at your red face.

"Such a good girl, for using your manners." His voice was deep and full of lust, aligning his cock to your entrance he easily slipped in. Slowly he pulls out then quickly pushes in leaving you no time to adjust to his size, as you opened your mouth to moan you felt his tongue and yours fighting for dominance and he lifts your leg to thrust harder.

With one hard thrust your pussy clenched down on his member as you came, not long after he came after you, you felt his warm seed in you as he pulled out, still in his arms as you both were coming down from your highs, Mirio looks at you with loving eyes then speaks up to say "I like you too Y/N." 

FIN.

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[reawritesthings]

my heart ✿ kiara cerrera ✿

summary: unlike you, kiara was accepted for being gay and welcomed you with open arms, after your parents get suspicious of you spending time together you call it off leaving kiara with a broken heart. 

Gif by @rudypankows

based on the song ‘my heart’ by christopher

words: 2.2K

warnings: mention of homophobia and angst. 

a/n: if you ever feel what reader is going through just know that you aren’t alone and be proud of who you are. If you ever need to talk or anything, my dms are always open for you guys. i hope i wrote this professionally. 

so tell me how to find another you, baby, i've looked underneath the stars

As night hit the blue haze of day to reveal the stars. Kiara always felt that this was a sign of another day of broken pieces. Like an old photograph, Kiara couldn't accept the rugged lines that interfered with her heart. The wind blew through her curly locks as she memorised each word you spilled, each laugh and worst, the thing she loved the most about you, your forest green eyes that sent anyone to a home of reassurance. 

You warned Kiara, you told her that this longing train of love would stab you both in the back. Without any warning, Kiara felt a streak of light coming from the skies above. The winds gushed through her skin forming shivers to run down her spine. 

She was lost, lost in the depth of her own heart that stopped beating the minute you left her in the moonlight. Afaird of telling yourself, admitting who you really are made Kiara wonder why the world was against them. Loving another human shouldn't have to come with harm, hate and dishonour. Regardless, of your gender or ways to your heart shouldn't interfere with the greatest force on his earth, love.

Kiara doubted herself, she couldn't breath knowing you were with someone else, in someone else's arms that weren't made to hold you. Kiara's hand gripped the long grass that trapped her in a neutral position, forcing her eyes to absorb the stars that weren't shining like they did. 

She did look again, looked for someone to fill her void of heartbreak that you created with words that weren't meant to praise you. Her friends introduced her to many different Tourons but, they weren't you. 

She looked for another you, another shilloute that match the curves you embraced. A laugh that could light a whole tree of lights when power is missing. A soft voice of reassurance when she felt she didn't belong. A touch that could melt away any evil that lured their way into her life, a song that would emphasis the love that the two of you shared. 

Kiara's eyes closed, letting the painful memories possess her mind with lurking thoughts that never knew could be her worst enemy. If another you was out there, someone in the streets or the big city, a light will guide her but living on this side of North Carolina, you'll be lucky to get a decent night sleep.

you threw me in the deep end, without a fucking reason

You've been acting off with Kiara all week, dodging her calls, lying about being busy. You hated it, you wanted to run into her safe haven but, the thunderstorms blocked your path. The lighting wasn't agreeing with your love, nor was your parents.

Coming from a family, a religious one where love was only acceptable for the male and female made you feel trap in your own home, where you should feel the most safest. The countless times your parents have lectured you about finding a boy, was barbaric. They didn't interest you, you wasn't fascinated by their witty attitude or their penises. 

You were curious, always have been. You hated being unsure of your own identity, afaird that people won't speak to you, or even look at you. Meeting Kiara that fear automatically disappeared, she made you feel accepted, and loved. Her own family welcomed you with open arms, they were proud that their daughter found happiness. Why couldn't yours? 

Lazily around in your room, flicking through the endless pictures of Yourself and Kiara a knock startled you, quickly closing your phone. 

"It's me." Kiara's voice smoothly entered the room, filling your body will excitement yet pain. 

"W-what are you doing here?" You stuttered out as Kiara welcomes herself into the room, sitting on the edge of your bed. 

"You have been avoiding me? Why?" Kiara was always straight to the point, she didn't use excuses. If she wanted something, she would get it. If something was on her mind, she would tell you regardless if your feelings were hurt. 

"I haven't? I've been busy with my family.." You lied as your nose twitched. Kiara rolled her eyes. She wasn't stupid, she figured you out in a matter of seconds. Your nose only twitched when you were lying, even though you hated how smart she was of made you love her even more. 

"Don't lie. I know you, you may think I don't but I see you, baby girl." Kiara grinned as she knew that nickname was one of your weaknesses. 

"Sh. My parents can hear you." You spat, pulling her closer to you as you didn't want your parents to hear the conversation nor see her. 

"What's going on?" Kiara's playfulness died down as she looked at you. She could feel the tension in your eyes as she slowly trace your arm, giving you that reassurance that you wished your parents gave you. 

"I-I I can't do this anymore. We, Us, we can't see each other anymore, Kie. I can't disappoint my parents. They suspect something and I can't let them know about me." You breathed out, letting that out was burdening you all day as you didn't know the right way to say how you were feeling. 

Kiara was taken back a little, she wasn't expecting those bullets to hit her. She didn't know how to even reply or react. "Baby girl... I understand that. Your parents will come around, 

"Kiara, I'm being serious. We can't do this anymore, I don't love you. I don't know how I feel, I feel like I'm drowning in my own mind and I can't seem to swim. Everything is crashing down and you charming me isn't working." You blurted out, stinging yourself as you let those words leave your mouth. 

"You don't love me?" Kie choked out. Mental flashback started to trap Kiara into a haze of memories that you both shared, they all seemed to be lies. 

"I'm sorry, Kie. I can't do this anymore. You have to go, forget me." You pleaded, not even making the eye contact as you were a coward. 

"How can I forget you? I fucking love you, Y/N. I love everything about you. Look me in the eyes and tell me that what you felt wasn't real? If you can tell me that these three months were a bunch of lies, I'll leave and never speak to you again." Kiara protested, letting tears fall onto her thighs that now was a safety blanket for her tears. 

You wanted to wipe away her tears, take all the pain that you trapped her with a simple kiss. But you couldn't, you couldn't do it. No matter how much your heart wanted her, your brain is the reason you are functioning. 

Taking a deep breath, you looked Kiara in the eyes. You looked at her brown eyes fade into a puddles of water, this was going to be the last time you see her big brown eyes. The last time you were going to run your fingers through her locks. 

"It was never real." You spoke, looking at the love of your life pick herself up from your bed not even giving you a satisfaction  to redeem yourself. You watched her leave, the last memory you had of her was her tears engraved in your covers. 

Not even a last kiss goodbye or a touch to reminisce the lovely memories you shared, it was a simple look that would haunt you forever. 

and tell me how not to be jealous, baby, when I see you dancing in his arms

Kiara was mesmerised by the gown you were wearing for midsummers, a soft greenish-blue gown made of satiny fabric, long and loose. A semicircular collet made of silk. Your entrance was known, people were aware when your presences lured them to stare. The puff of wind swept through your hair before it vanished into the forest to provoke the leaves.

Kiara, of course attended the gala. She didn't want to but, hearing that you were going made her thoughts change like a child. She saw you, all of you. Infatuated by your beauty, she wanted to pull you inside and kiss your lips. The agony of knowing you weren't hers haunted her as she pleaded with the universe to have one dance, with her true love. 

You were glowing and a smile was glued to your face. You blocked out the pain with the alcohol that JJ managed to sneak in, it was rich whiskey that would drown your sorrow after one gulp. 

"May I have this dance?" A tall, brownish hair boy tapped your shoulder. You simply nodded downing the whiskey as you puffed your hair up. Taking his hand you felt disgusted, it didn't feel right. His hands were soft like Kiara's, they were rugged. His palm was sweaty, but Kiara's palm was tender.

You missed her touch, missed her thumb gently brushing against your hand as she whispered sweet things in your ear. When the boy dipped you, your eyes were fixated on Kiara, she was looking at you. 

You quickly removed your eyes for her gaze meeting the strangers, you simply smiled. You didn't feel anything when you were dancing with him, he never said much nor even smiled. A twirl made you chuckle, but your heart made you angry. Another twirl surprised you as you let out a laugh, a laugh that wasn't loud, it was mellow. 

"I like your laugh." He stated, holding your waist as he pushed your body closer to his. You should be feel butterflies, not caterpillars. You should be luring him to kiss you but, you didn't. You stare at him, trying to find something to love, to kiss but there wasn't anything. 

The pain in your eyes as you nuzzled your head in his chest as the song dimmed, made you think of all the times you and Kiara would dance. It was slow nor romantic, it was upbeat and sexy. 

She taught you to twerk, grind and freestyle. You never got the hang of them but Kiara liked the way your body moved with the music. The way her hands mistakenly ended up on your hips as she guided you to her body. 

"I can't watch this... Pope, I can't fucking look." Kie pleaded as she went to stand beside Pope, who was working the party. 

Pope understood the pain of watching someone you loved, with someone else. He always hated when JJ would flirt with Tourons, just so he can score every nationality. 

"We can leave... we don't have to stay here." Pope reassured her placing his hand on her shoulder. 

"Why do we fall for people who always end up breaking our hearts?" Kie murmured as she looked at you, swaying your body with his. 

"Because we love the idea of them, they suck us in when we need them the most. They use our vulnerability for their self confidence. They don't know they are doing, but, it hurts." Pope whispered as he pulled Kie in for a tight squeeze, slowly moving her side to side. 

"As long as we have each other, we will be fine." Pope huffed as he noticed JJ walk up to them both, with a huge grin on his face. 

"Here we go..." Pope whispered as he forced a smile on his face. 

I never knew loving you would break my heart 

Kiara never saw you after midsummers, you didn't even hang out with the Pogues or attend the parties. You vanished from their lives, JJ was heart broken that his other half disappeared. They were both the crazy types when it came to parties. You were his pair in every drinking game and now, he had Pope. 

Pope was great but he couldn't even handle drinking Coke, let alone beer. Kiara wasn't there, she was present but her soul wasn't intwining with the others. She was barked against the tree, where you both shared your first kiss. The hammock that swayed behind her was the first time you said I love you's. 

If Kiara could take back the day she meant, knowing the outcome she wouldn't of gone there. She would have picked another girl who was here for the weekend. But you stood out, you weren't desperate for someone. You didn't even make yourself available to anyone, you simply hanged with JJ and got drunk. 

And that's how her body began to lure to yours, wanting to trap you in her embrace and never let you go. The alcohol that consumed them both, didn't even warn them about the consequences about the reality of two girls being in love. 

It wasn't your fault, nor hers. It was the world they lived in. It was toxic, cruel and unkind to humans like them. Kiara loved the world and always protected it, always recycled, managed to keep litter off the beaches and waters. 

The world should be thanking her, not tearing her apart. Why couldn't the world accept everyone? We are still the same people. Our hearts beat the same minutes, our brain works the same but, when it comes to loving another human.. why is there so many rules? Everyone should be allowed to love who they want to love, why couldn't they let them be in love? Why was loving you so hard?

[dragonfics]

Weakness

Summary:  He knows the truth. He knows that I could never hurt him. He knows that he’s my weakness.

In Ebott City, trust is hard to come by. And perhaps even more so, is love. One has to trust to love, because to love is to show weakness. And in Edge's position, there's no room for weakness.

Well, perhaps just one.

Tags: Surface AU, crime AU, crime boss Edge, smut, lemons, oral sex, rough sex, mildly dubious consent, violence, strangling (non-fatal and non-sexual), brief violence within a relationship, hurt/comfort, angst (with a happy ending), implied emotional abuse (not between the Spicyhoney boys), non-permanent break up, semi-bittersweet ending, top + dom Edge, bottom + sub Rus

Ships: Spicyhoney, small hint of unhealthy Fell Muffet/Swap Pap (depending on how you interpret it)

Word count: ~5.7k

Notes: A (late) birthday fic for @paintys-actual-art ! Happy birthday, Painty!!! 😍 I hope you enjoy. Also, if you’re worried about any of the tags, I’d recommend reading the notes on AO3 for more detailed warnings.

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Listening to Rus moan was a pleasure in itself. Every sound out of his mouth was soft and delicate, much like his bones beneath Edge’s hands, and his cunt beneath Edge’s tongue. It was endlessly satisfying to be able to draw each noise out of him with just a swipe of his tongue and a little concentrated magic in the right areas.

When Rus came, Edge pressed his tongue deep inside him to prolong his orgasm. He shut his eyes and listened to him whine his name. It sounded so foreign on his tongue. He was the only one who called Edge by his name, and only while they were here, in the privacy (safety) of Edge’s bedroom. Outside of here, he was Boss or Sir.

And this was the only time Edge got to enjoy Rus like this. Certainly, he’d steal a few glances at his ilia when he stretched enough for his shirt to ride up; or at his coccyx through his jeans when he walked away. But beyond these walls, they were professional acquaintances only. Rus was only as important to him as the intel he provided, and as far as he was loyal.

He sat up, wiping Rus’s magic from his mouth. Rus’s breathing was still heavy, fingers wrapped around the bedsheets. He opened his eyes and gave Edge a longing look. “kiss me,” he said breathlessly.

Edge didn’t take orders from anyone outside of this room. But here, with Rus asking, he always obliged. He slipped his tongue into Rus’s mouth and kissed him, long and deep, sharing breath and saliva. His slacks were painfully tight, and his crotch was already damp with a patch of precum. He wanted Rus. “Take off my pants,” he ordered. Rus unbuckled his belt with tremulous excitement. After freeing his cock he gave it a long stroke, brushing the head with his thumb. “Let me watch you put it in,” Edge said, his voice gravelly with arousal.

Rus’s eye-lights gleamed. He guided Edge’s cock between his folds, bucking his hips against it and dragging it over his clit. Edge breathed deeply as he watched, magic filling his mouth. “No more teasing.” His voice was a soft growl, dangerous, but gentle. “I want to be inside you.”

He felt the shudder that went through Rus. Lying back, he lifted his legs over Edge’s shoulders and Edge sank into him, all the way in one deep thrust. Rus’s pleasured cry was loud—always so loud. If this room wasn’t specially soundproofed, Edge might have scolded him for it. But on the contrary, he enjoyed it immensely.

Holding Rus’s legs in place, he settled in his position, buried deep. He smiled when Rus squirmed. “edge,” he breathed. “please move.” Edge gave a slow roll of his hips and Rus groaned.

“Oh, love…” He leaned in, hovering a mere centimetre from Rus’s mouth. “Beg me for it.”

“please,” Rus whined.

“You can do better than that.” Edge pressed his face against Rus’s neck. “Beg.”

Rus gasped. “please!”

“Louder,” Edge growled.

“please, edge!” Rus cried. “please fuck me! i need it so badly. please, i need to feel your cock buried inside me, i need—”

Edge silenced him with a kiss and pulled his hips back, then sank all the way back in. “That’s it. Mm…” He kissed Rus deeply as he thrust into him. “I love hearing you beg. Love hearing how much you want me.”

Rus gasped, clinging to Edge’s back. “i want you! i want you so much. ah!” Edge braced himself with a hand on the headboard, and fucked Rus almost feverishly, chasing his climax. Rus shut his eyes and his mouth fell open. He reached between them, rubbing his clit, and Edge felt his walls tightening around his cock. He choked out a groan and came inside him. Rus wailed, and seconds later, his cunt was convulsing around Edge’s cock while his release still filled him.

Edge held himself up, breathing heavily, then rolled off Rus and onto his back. He shut his eyes, catching his breath. Beside him, Rus was gasping softly. The moment was all too brief, and reality quickly struck. Edge got up and dressed, finding a fresh pair of slacks in his dresser. “You’re seeing the chief tonight?” he asked, eyeing Rus over his shoulder. He was still lying back, but sat up when he saw Edge watching him.

“yeah.”

“Then you’ll be back in the usual meeting spot tomorrow to report?” Rus nodded. “Good,” Edge said, buttoning his blouse.

“can i see you again tomorrow?” The question was cautious—Rus knew he wasn’t supposed to ask.

Edge decided to feign misunderstanding. “You know how this works. It’s too dangerous for me to meet you personally. I’ll send an envoy.”

“you know that’s not what i mean.”

Edge studied his reflection in the mirror. There were still traces of gold around his jaw. Residual magic from Rus’s mouth and cunt. “What do you mean, then?”

Rus sighed. “i mean like this. not for business.”

Edge didn’t answer for some time, mulling the question over before deciding that wasn’t a safe train of thought to follow. “I’ll call on you when I desire you,” he said flatly. Rus looked dejected, and Edge’s soul sank with relief… and guilt.

Sighing, Rus stood up. “why do you fuck me, edge?”

“It’s Boss. And get dressed, the cleaner will be in soon.”

Rus didn’t move. “you didn’t answer my question.”

Edge exhaled sharply. “I fuck you because I enjoy fucking you.”

“why do you enjoy it?”

Turning to look Rus in the eye, he said, “Because you have a nice cunt and you’re good with your mouth.” He waited to see the hurt in Rus’s expression before he looked away, satisfied his words had had the intended effect. “I gave you a direct order. Get dressed and go.” Rus stared at him hard, before picking his clothes up off the floor and storming out of the room, completely naked. Edge sighed heavily, but didn’t follow him. Trust him to pick the brattiest of his informants to fuck.

****

Rus was valuable, but Edge only trusted him as far as he could control him. And he couldn’t control him. Most of those who served him weren’t loyal as much as they were afraid. That was just fine. Fear was a powerful tool, and Edge utilised it well.

But Rus wasn’t afraid of him. Threatening him earned laughter and cheek, and there was no attempting to intimidate him. So no, Edge didn’t trust him. He knew how to keep him on the hook—his position meant he could afford to pay him better than most other crime families in the city, certainly more than the police could. And… sex. Though in truth, it was as much a hook for him as it was for Rus. He usually didn’t get involved intimately with the people in his network, especially not those as fickle as informants. But being with Rus sexually was just…

If felt like he was living someone else’s life. He stopped being one of Ebott’s most wanted and became someone’s lover. Someone gentle and caring. Someone compassionate. It was… unnerving, in a way, like he’d been stripped of his armour and left bare and vulnerable to attack. But in the same way, he needed it. He needed to take off his armour sometimes, and let himself breathe.

He stole moments with Rus. Usually in the weeks when the world had been crueller than normal. He’d let himself linger in the afterglow of their lovemaking, let Rus touch him, hold him, kiss him—to no effect other than his own selfish need to feel wanted. Wanted for more than just his influence or his power or his wealth.

Rus ran his fingers down Edge’s chest, the gentle touch a reflection of everything else about him. “you have a lot of scars,” he said, almost as if mesmerised by them.

Edge was of a mind to push his hand away, but he let it stay. For the same selfish reasons he kept Rus close to him in the first place. “You’re observant,” he replied sarcastically.

Rus tilted his head. “you always hide them. why?” Edge didn’t know how to answer that. Scars were a mark of strength. The remaining memories of fights won. Of power exerted over lesser monsters. Of LOVE…

And perhaps that was just why. Scars had their value, but in truth, they were as much shame as they were strength.

Edge closed his hand around Rus’s and moved it, looking at him steadily. “I want you on your knees.” Rus held his eye for a lingering second, as if he might push his line of questioning. But he smiled and slipped off the bed.

There was nothing quite like watching Rus suck him off. The care he took in his work… well, arousing only just began to cover it. Edge loved the way he shut his eyes, as if blocking out the rest of the world so he could lavish Edge in every ounce of his attention. The warm slide of his tongue over the head of Edge’s cock, so talented and precise, made him shudder.

He smoothed his palm over the back of Rus’s skull, guiding the gentle bobbing of his head. He never came up for air. Once he got started, it was like he couldn’t stop until Edge had filled his mouth with his release. He could feel Rus’s soft breaths against his pelvis and the gentle vibrations of his quiet moans.

Sometimes he’d pleasure himself with his fingers while he sucked Edge. Edge liked to watch, though it usually led to a rather premature orgasm on his part. When he got close, Rus always seemed to know. With a playful glint in his eyes, he would swallow Edge all the way and just… hold him there, in the tight warmth of his throat, until he came in hot bursts. He always swallowed. Sometimes it would dribble down his chin, and Edge would wonder if it was deliberate.

It had always struck Edge as ironic that the best way to distract himself from Rus was by having sex with Rus. It was a self-destructive cycle that he couldn’t get himself out of.

Once he had filled Rus’s mouth with his seed, Rus rested his head in his lap, closing his eyes. And against his better judgement, Edge let him stay there.

****

Even in his deepest fits of LV-induced rage, Edge knew he could never really hurt Rus. Though that didn’t stop him from trying. He squeezed Rus’s neck, pressing him into the bed, and let his anger flare like an inferno. “You gave us bad intel,” he growled while Rus choked. “I lost thirty monsters last night. Good monsters. They’re all dead or going to prison. Because of your information.”

Rus clawed at his hand, gasping. “i—wo—uldn’t—“

“Are you working for the police?” Edge snapped, throttling him. “Did you know that information was bad?”

Rus squirmed and kicked, shaking his head. “n—o,” he rasped out, his voice weaker than a breath of air. Edge wanted to be angry. He wanted to hate Rus. To be able to hurt him. But—

He released him with a frustrated growl and buried his face in his hands. Rus rolled over, gasping and coughing, holding onto his throat. Edge watched him, and hated that all he wanted to do was comfort him. “Your information cost us,” he said quietly.

“i didn’t know it was bad, edge, i swear.” His voice was weak, and rough like sandpaper. “i would never betray you, edge. never. i—“

“How do I know you’re not lying to me? How do I know you haven’t been lying to me this entire time?” Edge ground his teeth together, his fists shaking at his sides. “You’ve served my enemies in the past. Grillby. Undyne. You’re fickle.”

Rus sobbed. “no! no, i’m loyal. to you, only you. edge, please—“

“Don’t call me that!” Edge snarled, grabbing Rus by the shoulders and pinning him to the bed. Rus stared up at him, wide-eyed. “You don’t get to call me that. Ever. It’s Boss.”

Rus swallowed. “i’m loyal. i always have been…”

“No one is loyal,” Edge spat. “There’s no loyalty. Only fear.” He looked Rus in the eye. “And you’re not afraid.” Because he knows, Edge thought. He knows the truth. He knows that I could never hurt him. He knows that he’s my weakness.

And there was nothing Edge could do. He couldn’t even give his lost allies the ounce of retribution that would come from the suffering of the person responsible for theirs. He could give it to them, he thought, looking at Rus. He stepped closer, forcing Rus back onto the bed, then wrapped both hands around Rus’s throat, rubbing his thumbs over his vertebrae. It would be so easy. Just a squeeze and he could sever the delicate cord of magic holding Rus’s head to his body. Rus’s HP was so pitiful, and Edge’s LV gave him a hundred times the strength he’d need to turn Rus to dust. It wouldn’t even take an ounce of effort.

Rus stared up at him, and still, there was no fear in his eyes. But there was something else. There was hurt, dejection, pain. Edge let go and shut his eyes. He knew what he had to do, and the weight of the decision was like a stone sinking in his soul. He allowed himself just a moment…

Rus trembled beneath his hands. Edge bowed his head and pressed a light kiss to the crown of his skull before turning away. “You no longer work for me,” he said quietly. He couldn’t look at Rus’s face. “We can no longer see each other.”

A soft breath left Rus. “what.”

“Leave. Now.”

“over one piece of bad intel? are you fucking kidding me, edge?” He sounded angry, and that was better than hurt. Edge could deal with anger.

“Don’t call me that,” he said calmly.

Rus stood up. “i’ll call you whatever i fucking like!” He grasped Edge’s shoulder and turned him around. “look me in the eye before you just—toss me away like trash! you—you asshole!”

Edge couldn’t. He couldn’t. He couldn’t look at him. He lowered his eyes, shaking his head. “Don’t.”

“look at me!” Rus cried, slamming his hands against Edge’s chest. The blow was weak, barely enough to move him, but it made him look up. Rus’s sockets were brimming with tears. “don’t do this to me,” he sobbed. “i love y—“

“Don’t,” Edge growled, gripping his wrists and pushing him back onto the bed. It knocked the breath out of Rus but he didn’t fight or move. Edge stood between his legs. He shouldn’t, he knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t stop, didn’t want to stop…

He yanked Rus’s jeans down. “Your cunt,” he ordered, then unzipped his slacks and pulled out his cock, stroking himself to hardness.

He pushed into Rus without preparation and Rus screamed, clinging to his back. Edge pounded into him, unleashing his anguish, his hatred, his betrayal. Rus didn’t let go, holding to him until Edge growled and spilled his seed into him. He stayed inside Rus as he went soft and rubbed his clit, pulling his orgasm out of him. Rus’s body jerked with discomfort and overstimulation. He clawed at Edge’s back, trying to hold onto him, but Edge pulled away, zipping himself back up.

“You know your way out,” he said monotonously. “I don’t want to see you here again.” He didn’t wait to hear Rus’s response, didn’t look back to see his face, because if he did, he knew he wouldn’t be able to leave.

****

Months passed and Edge didn’t see Rus. He certainly thought about him enough. He recovered from the loss of his allies, and retaliated against the family responsible. Grillby himself may not have been formidable, but money spoke louder than actions in many cases, and his supporters outnumbered Edge’s three to one.

For the moment.

Numbers didn’t make him stronger. Still, strong enough to present a threat that needed dealing with. Edge worked to dismantle his network, starting with his lowest ranked supporters. They built the bulk of his numbers. Rumours of mistreatment and underpayments travelled quickly, and soon, Grillby’s foot soldiers were flocking to Edge. He welcomed them with open arms and promises of pay—and protection. Those who harmed even the lowliest of his supporters were dealt with swiftly and brutally. Perhaps more brutally than necessary but Edge thought little of it. Not anymore.

Once he’d dwindled Grillby’s numbers, he focused on stifling his income. He had the means to sabotage his trade routes and deliveries. The rewards of such sabotages were to be distributed among Edge’s own supporters.

Grillby retaliated, of course, but Edge’s mind was keener for battle, and he remained a step ahead. With Grillby’s supporters losing faith in him, Edge had little difficulty placing spies within his network. Slowly, he was able to pick apart his outer circles, until he was left with few he could trust. He was still a threat, and Edge knew it was best to remain wary. But for now, he had won. Won what? A crumbling, heartless empire?

It was undeniable he’d been thriving since getting rid of Rus. His job, his operations, his network of loyalists. He was dominating the city’s underbelly, and gaining himself more support than he’d had in years. He was the city’s most powerful monster. Then why did he feel so empty?

But more power meant more enemies, and there was a new player in the field. Muffet was clever. Cleverer than Grillby, at any rate. She played her cards well, and for a time, Edge wasn’t certain whether to treat her as friend or foe. She would be a powerful ally to have, but he knew it was too early to trust her.

One afternoon, he received an invitation. For tea. It was at her own home, according to the note, which was situated just outside the city. He considered bringing security, but decided against it. It was unlikely she intended to harm him. She was smart, and the bait would be too obvious. Bringing security would only show her he was afraid.

Nonetheless, he took precautions, alerting all his seconds and thirds where he would be going, and what to do had he not returned within a reasonable timeframe. Once all the arrangements had been made, he climbed into his car and drove.

It was strange leaving the city. Once you reached the outskirts, it was all cliffs and rolling hills and moss and sea. Muffet’s home was isolated; a cottage on the bluffs that overlooked the sea. Edge parked in the driveway and climbed out. At once, he was greeted by the bracing smell of the ocean, the air crisp and fresh. Flowers grew beneath the windowsills of the cottage, pruned and cared for, and vines crept up the walls. Edge had to wonder how Muffet managed operations within the city when she was situated so far without.

He found the door open and walked inside. It was warm and lived-in, and everything was covered in lace or silk. As he walked deeper into the house, the smell of sweets and cakes drifted through the passage, and he inhaled instinctively, before reminding himself to keep his guard up.

“We’re in the kitchen, dearie!” trilled a voice from down the hall. Edge narrowed his sockets, but kept walking. We? The whistling of a teapot grew louder as he walked, as did the sound of soft voices. The first was Muffet’s, he was certain. Unsettling in its sweetness, yet exactly what he’d pictured. The second was softer, and… too familiar. The moment he set foot in the kitchen, his soul turned to ice.

Rus was sitting at the table with Muffet. He looked up when Edge entered, and a wave of emotion passed across his face for just a glimmer of a second, before he smiled. “hello, edge.”

A million possibilities sprang to mind all at once. Each more awful than the last. Rus was working for Muffet. Rus was feeding Muffet information about him. Rus was sleeping with Muffet. Rus was sleeping with Muffet to get revenge. Rus was sleeping with Muffet because he’d moved on.

Edge tore his gaze away from Rus and looked at Muffet. She was watching him—too observantly. She was trying to gauge his reaction to Rus, Edge realised. He immediately let his features relax. He’d need to play this carefully. If he overreacted, she’d know. But if he played it too casual, she’d realise he was hiding something. He lifted a brow, glancing between the two of them. “You two know each other?” he asked indifferently.

Muffet studied him, then smiled. “Yes. We’ve grown very close of late.” She reached across the table and squeezed Rus’s hand. His smile hardly faltered, but he squirmed in his seat. Edge knew Rus’s smile. Soft and easy, with a hint of smugness—he knew it well enough to be able to tell when he was faking it. And he was. Something was off.

Taking a seat, he folded his hands on the table. “I assume you called me here for a purpose.”

Muffet waved her free hand (Edge wasn’t going to look at the one around Rus’s, he wasn’t). “Oh, we’ve been dancing around each other for so long, I figured it was time we finally met. And what an honour it is.”

“Please. The honour is all mine.” Edge’s flat tone made Muffet’s saccharine smile falter, but she quickly rearranged it.

Pushing a plate of sweet buns towards him, she said, “Help yourself, dearie.”

“I already ate. Thank you.” Edge allowed himself a brief glance at Rus. His cheekbones were hollower, and he had dark circles under his sockets, and a colourless complexion. As if he’d faded during their time apart. And, long as it had been, Edge knew his feelings hadn’t diminished, not even a little. His first instinct upon seeing Rus worn down like this was guilt—while he’d been prospering, Rus had been withering. “What manner of business do you wish to discuss?” he asked, turning back to Muffet.

Her hand was still on Rus’s, stroking gently. Edge wouldn’t think about it. He wouldn’t. His mana burned. “Well, I suppose there’s no point tap dancing around each other like a couple of politicians—you and I have great potential as allies.”

“Allies? Against whom? Grillby? I had little difficulty dealing with him on my own.”

“Oh, dearie.” Muffet’s laughter was light and sweet. “An impressive feat, were Grillby not a complete imbecile. Though, I congratulate you on your victory.” She lifted her teacup, smiling over the rim. “But we needn’t worry about him. His strength was in money, and without it, he lacks the wit to rebuild himself.” She sipped her tea slowly, squeezing Rus’s fingers. She wanted Edge to notice. He couldn’t give her that. “But when one empire falls, another one rises in its place. There are always new threats presenting themselves in Ebott.”

Edge nodded grimly. “Indeed. Though, this is the first time I’ve been invited to tea by one of them.”

Muffet laughed softly. “I don’t have to be your enemy. Nor you mine. Working together, you and I could dominate the city.”

“What makes you so certain of that?”

“We both know how to take what we want.” He had to be imagining it, but he was sure she squeezed Rus’s hand just a little tighter when she spoke. “We’re both smart. A lot smarter than most of those would-be emperors running around the city. And we have the respect of our people.”

Edge snorted and she narrowed her eyes. “Forgive me,” he said. “But our people scarcely know you. You’re still a mere princess, playing at queen in her garden of dolls.” She studied him carefully, but betrayed no emotion. “Yes, you may have the potential for power. But as it stands, you need me more than I need you. A lot more. And frankly, I don’t think I have a lot of reason to trust you. What’s to stop you from supplanting me once you have what you want?”

She regarded him coolly, taking a measured sip of her tea. “Mutually assured destruction. You go down, I go down with you. I go down, your life turns to misery.” Her eyes didn’t flicker to Rus. They DIDN’T.

“A fragile foundation of trust,” Edge said calmly.

“It will hold. As long as neither of us does anything reckless.” She sighed, placing her empty cup on the table. “You still hold influence over the monster community. They don’t know me, and they won’t trust me until they see that you do. Until I’ve proven myself.”

“And how do you intend to do that?”

“You’ll need my help if you want to rule this city. You can’t do it alone.”

Edge shrugged bemusedly. “I’ve managed so far.”

Muffet shook her head. “Things are changing—the players are changing. The humans—the police—they’re increasing their patrols, the lengths they’re willing to go to. They don’t want to civilise us, they want to eradicate us. I’ve worked with them. I know their strengths, the way they think. You need someone like me.”

Her words may have inspired confidence in Edge, were he not so distracted by her hands. They… wandered. Over Rus’s fingers, up his arm, onto his knee. She was toying with Edge. He knew she was. His main goal had to be not to give her a reaction. She wanted him to crack. He observed her calmly, standing up. “Perhaps, one day, I will regret turning you down. But today, I’ll go home with a clear mind and conscience.” He started walking towards the door.

“How can your conscience truly be clear, when you walk away knowingly forsaking your lover?”

Edge stopped, shutting his eyes. It was a bold move. She’d revealed all her cards now, and was calling his bluff. He turned slowly. He just. Needed to remain collected. “Past lover,” he corrected blandly, giving Rus little more than a cursory glance. “I find it rather amusing, and a little pathetic, that this is the ace up your sleeve. A past fling? Someone I bedded months ago and forgot about?” He kept his features carefully trained, deliberately avoiding Rus’s eye when he spoke.

Muffet’s lips curled. “Oh, but I beg to differ. He’s more than a mere fling, isn’t he?” She leaned close to Rus, stroking his face and wiping away a tear with her fingertip. “Isn’t that right, dearie? You’re not so easily forgotten. Well.” She looked at Edge, smiling. “He hasn’t forgotten you. As I told you, he and I have been taking the time to get to know each other. And my my, did he have a lot to say about you.”

It all clicked in Edge’s head at once. Muffet had had him from the start. She knew. She knew about Rus, and it all made sense now. The gaunt look about him—she’d had her claws in him longer than Edge had thought. She’d been chipping away at him, learning all about Edge. She’d found his weak spot before he’d even had the chance to learn her strengths.

And he couldn’t hide it now. The horror. The fear. It was written across his face. He looked at Rus now—truly looked at him—and saw the fragile shell of the monster he knew and loved all those months ago. And it broke him.

“Oh…” Muffet covered her mouth, tittering. “How sweet. Fear looks good on you, dearie. I could get used to it.” Her smile was so complacent, so smug, Edge wanted to throttle her. She was so impressed with herself. So pleased she’d found the crack in his armour. Edge looked at Rus. At his tear-streaked face, at his fragile bones, the tremble in his hands, and all at once, he stopped caring.

“You can have whatever you want,” he said robotically. “The city. Your empire. Take it. I don’t care.” Rus’s chest heaved with a stifled sob, but Edge didn’t look at him. His gaze was trained on Muffet, who was giving him a calculating stare. Clearly, she’d been expecting more of a fight. “Give me Rus,” Edge said, “and you can have anything. You can have your empire. You can sit on your throne and rule over a city of dust. I don’t want any part of it.”

“You’d give up everything…” she said slowly. “Your whole life—everything you’ve worked so hard for. And—and for what? A back-alley Tale-verse slut with a pretty face?” She sounded almost offended at the prospect. “You’re not fooling me.”

“I pity you,” Edge said, looking at her impassively. “Almost as much as I pity myself. It’s taken me months to realise how empty this life is. How hopeless. Our kind are dying, and we can’t stop it. Those that are left of us are the powerful. The cruel. The lost. I have all the riches I could want. All the influence. The power. I sit on a throne of dead—dead monsters—whose deaths I ordered as if it were nothing. As if I’ve earned my place as their leader. As if it makes me happy.” He looked at Rus and took a deep breath. “But in all those months, my soul hasn’t shone brighter than when I walked into this kitchen ten minutes ago and… and saw his face again.” Tears prickled at his sockets and he didn’t bother to wipe them away.

He looked at Muffet, turning cold. “You’ve hurt him. I should end your life for that…” For the first time, she looked fearful. As well as she controlled it, Edge could see through her mask. “In exchange for your promise to leave us be, I will let you live. If you allow me to leave with Rus—if you let us go and forget about us—you can have your life. Take the empire too if you wish, though I imagine that part will be difficult.”

“And what of the city?” The sweet touch had left Muffet’s voice. Now, she sounded angry. “What of our people—your people? You’d abandon them so freely. For—for him?”

“I would,” Edge said without hesitation. “And I trust I’m leaving them in capable hands. But you’ll have to earn their trust yourself. And for their sake, I almost hope you fail. You may be the answer to our war against humans, but having seen today what’s inside your soul, you are not the solution to this violence and hatred. Your soul is cold.” He laughed emptily. “But I don’t think you will be unsuccessful. The people love a tyrant. I would know. Perhaps you can give them more than I have.”

He approached the table and touched Rus’s arm. Rus flinched, and Edge crouched, offering him his arms. Rus glanced at Muffet, eyes wide. But she was frozen, still contemplating Edge’s words. Edge lifted Rus into his arms and Rus clung on, wrapping his arms around his neck. Muffet watched with uncertainty as Edge left, as if trying to decide whether she ought to stop them. “Tell me,” she said when they reached the door. “How is it, that someone so weak came to rule such a formidable city?” Edge turned, looking at her without answering. She sneered. “You’re a coward. You could have anything you want. Anything in the world, and you choose a broken toy.”

Edge smiled vaguely. “Love isn’t a weakness, Muffet. Enjoy your throne.”

He put Rus in the backseat of his car so he could lie down, then drove in the opposite direction of the city. He’d turn back eventually. He knew he would. He knew he’d never truly be able to abandon his people. Even when hope was scarce. But… for now. He glanced at the backseat in his rear-view mirror, where Rus was curled in on himself. He met Edge’s gaze, and briefly his eye-lights softened. Just briefly.

The sun was golden above the sea, and Edge wound down his window to feel the spray on his face. They stopped a few miles down the road and climbed out. Rus leaned on Edge as he walked them to the precipice. They sat down, and Edge corralled Rus against him.

The wind rustled in the grass and birds called from over the water. “i’m not worth it,” Rus whispered against Edge’s shoulder. “i’m not worth everything. everything you had—everything you still have. i’m just… a weakness. i’m a burden. n-nothing to you…”

Edge hushed him, blinking back tears. They were Muffet’s words, not Rus’s. He knew that, and he almost reconsidered turning around and breaking his promise to her. Instead, he held Rus. “You’re worth more,” he said gently. “So much more than a crumbling city. You’re worth the world.” He crushed Rus against his chest, inhaling him. “I should never have asked you to leave. Life without you was… empty. I became… I became the cruel iron fist I vowed to protect monsterkind from. But you… you made me good. Vulnerable. Kind. I thought those were traits of the weak, but I was wrong.”

Rus let out a long, shaking breath and wrapped his arms around Edge, burying himself against him. Edge kissed the crown of his skull. “I’m not letting go of you again, okay? I promise.”

Rus clung to him, his tears making Edge’s shirt damp. “do you love me?” he asked in a small voice.

Edge almost wanted to laugh. “Do you still not believe it?”

“please.” Rus’s voice was a fragile whimper. “please. i need to hear you say it.”

Edge lifted Rus’s face and kissed him deeply, tasting the salt of his tears and the soft, sweet magic he’d missed so much. “I love you, Rus. I always have.”

[jayankles]

Beyond the Sea, to the Surface (AU) [1]

Pairing: Prince!Dean x Mermaid!Reader

Word Count: 1010

Summary: Y/N is a mermaid princess, descendant of King Bobby Singer, but she craves adventure but it leads to trouble under the sea. Curiousity gets the better of her when she discovers human objects, sending her to the surface. She spots fireworks display in the presence of a ship one night from above the surface where it ends up in flames, knocking the Prince, unbeknownst to Y/N, overboard and he is left unconscious.

A/N – This is my entry for ( @dreamingintheimpalawithdean )’s Nicki’sHolidayChallenge. I chose the prompt The Little Mermaid and I adore that film so much, it was literally my childhood.

No Dean in this chapter.

Your tail waved and wiggled through the waves, leaving little bubbles in its wake. Being the daughter to the ocean had it’s perks but also had its downfalls. So much was expected of you.

Bobby Singer, the king of Atlantica, also your father, had to control every aspect of the underwater kingdom, especially you and your sisters.

You wanted to explore the reef and swim to the surface.

Your head was in the clouds, where the majestic beautiful humans were. If it wasn’t in the clouds it was down in the shipwreck where the humans lost their trinkets - wanted or unwanted - to the sea, swallowed up by the waves, reefs and the corals.

There was nothing exciting about being a mermaid or a princess for that matter. All you cared about was exploring what was beyond the sea. Where the humans were.

Adjusting the strap on your bag you peaked your head out of the door to look to see if anyone who was working for your father was around. When the coast was clear, you pushed against the frame of the door and your fins propelled you forward to your destination. The lost boat. The shipwreck.

It gave you a sense of adventure and freedom instead of a responsibility to uphold.

‘Kevin!’ You exclaimed, greeting your fishy friend. He swam into your chest where you engulfed him into a hug.

It had only been been half day, a dozen hours at most but the flounder was your most trusted friend, albeit sometimes he could be a guppy. He could get real scared that his larger top tooth would chatter against the smaller bottom ones. But Kevin, he had a heart of gold and you loved him.

‘Wanna go back to the boat?’ You whispered excitedly to the fish, biting your bottom lip in anticipation for his answer.

‘B-b-but,’ he stammered, frightened. ‘There are sharks, Y/N!’ He gulped, looking around the water that currently surrounded the both of you – a flounder and a mermaid princess – in am empty, corridor of an underwater palace.

‘Don’t worry, Kevin.’ You giggled at the shaking guppy. ‘I’ll be there to protect you, like I always am.’

‘But Y/N! What if we get separated, who’s going to protect me then?’ He rebuttled, frantically waving his blue fins around as his nose nudged at the flesh of your arm.

You huffed in response, crossing your arms just below your seashell clad breasts. ‘Then don’t leave my side. Duh! Gotta keep up Kevin!’

You did a final check of the bag resting at your hip, ensuring that it was closed so that the things you found wouldn’t float out then sink to the bottom of the ocean; the treasure from yesterday’s adventure being the contents of the bag.

Once it was tightened, you smirked and Kevin’s face instantly dropped, he knew exactly what you were planning.

‘No. No Y/N-’ Having the knowledge still didn’t prepare him for your speed.

‘Race ya.’ You didn’t give him enough time to even think about moving his fins as you were zooming through the water, the force of your own tail pushing him away, spinning him upside down before he righted himself and swam toward your laughing, retreating figure.

‘Y/N!’

Your head tilted to the side, mesmerised at another human object that you stumbled across.

‘What do you think this is?’ You inquired enthusiastically for what must have been the third time at least. Kevin was sure to get sick of the same saying from your mouth over and over again but you couldn’t help but be intrigued and invested in something that was different, something that shouldn’t have been here.

Especially since your father hated humans, the sad thing was that he was furious with them but only being a young woman he believed you weren’t old enough to contain that information of why he had hated them so much.

You just wanted to learn but being isolated from the human world and not being able to see it with your own two eyes infuriated you. So much so that you disobeyed your father’s direct orders to stay away from surface, even befriending a seagull in the process.

Garth, the seagull, had explained, all the little trinkets and treasures you had found, what they do and how they work.

Holding up the three pointed metal, you examined it, scrutinising it through squinted eyes.

‘I don’t know. How should I know?’ Kevin replied.

You rolled your eyes at your friend but there was something familiar about this object.

‘Am I crazy?’ You started only to be interrupted.

‘Yes.’ He said without hesitation, not allowing you to finish your sentence.

‘Shut up, Kevin.’ And then it clicked. ‘I mean this looks like… a smaller version of my father’s trident. I wonder if it’s like his and has any powers.’ You questioned, mostly to yourself.

Kevin shook his head. ‘Remember your question from earlier? Yes, you are crazy!’

‘Where would the humans get this from though?’

It was a valid point but humans were known for making discoveries – from what you’ve been told – and they could have thought that the trident wasn’t worth their time and their efforts.

Maybe they couldn’t trigger its powers or maybe it really wasn’t worth it and that is why they tossed it down here with the rest of the things you ahd collected over the years.

But as you always said, ‘their loss, your gain.’

You stuffed the treasure into your orange shoulder bag and made to move to explore the rest of the sunken ship.

Well, that was before Kevin’s teeth chattered again but then it was followed by a deep growl that you were certain didn’t come from your friend.

A large, dark silhouette loomed over the two of you, casting a shadow of the underwater beast.

Kevin was right, you needed to get out of there and as quickly as possible. It was a shark. And it was ready to snap its jaws. With you and Kevin in its mouth.

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I really hope it wasn't (just an experiment)

Chapter 4:

"Fuck", Alec swore, running his hand through his hair, while simultaneously blocking the flow of students. He ran his gaze, once again, over the text from his boss.

According to the typed lexis, Alec's shift had been cancelled and the café closed early. He was in the middle of tugging the roots out of his head, when Alec was interrupted by a warm hand on his arm, a gliding voice. "Is there a reason, darling, why you seem yo have decided to pursue a career in being a road block?". came a familiar voice.

Lifting his head Alec came face to face with the glittery man, he called his friend. He took in Magnus's form. Compared to Alec's policy on choosing practical clothes with no thought on their asthetic appeal, Magnus crafted his wardrobe on the basis of enhancing and highlighting his beauty. He wore crimson jeans and a white flowing shirt, that tightened around his biceps and ended in folded cuffs just below his elbow. The sheer material hung off Magnus's frame almost poetically. He had on his signature twine bracelets and various rings, while his hair was glittered and streaked red. Coalesced, Magnus looked edible. Casually removing his eyes from Magnus, Alec grumbled, "None, except the fact my boss cancelled my shift." It may not be an extremely mature move, the professed ignorance of his tangible attraction to Magnus. However, it was an effective move. Eying Alec suspiciously, Magnus clarified with a measured tenor, "So you're pissed, because you're boss gave you a day off?". Magnus was quiet perplexed at discovering the source of Alec's perturbance, he was thoroughly unaware of the existential crisis the lack of commitment had bestowed on Alec.

"That's seems backward logistics to me.", he observed arms folding, stance shifting. Magnus leaned forward slightly, " You do realise free time is an actual concept? Don't you know how to relax?", he questioned smirking. Magnus was clearly teasing the younger man.

However, at the sight of Alec's resigned face, his superior grinned faded, as he huffed out an exasperated laugh, "Okay, it is decided. I, the fabulous Magnus Bane shall spend the evening with you.", he declared straightening with a flourish. Magnus clapped his hand together in finality, if Alec had forgotten how to relax, Magnus would show him, he was nothing if not a dedicated pursuer of improbable challenges. He would make Alexander once again enter the gate way to adolescent amusememt. No, he would make Alexander build his own mansion beyond the gate way of adolescent amusement. Lost in the maze of his multiple plans, Magnus stood eyebrows furrowed deep in thought, as he tapped an incessant finger to his lips. Magnus therefore, didn't have the foresight to move out of the way of a wayward individual, causing him to stumble forward on unsteady feet, barging past the pair.

" Excuse you ", he called out after the offending party, straightening the sleeves of his blouse. "We were having a conversation here.", he called out, raising his voice slightly, far it be from him to let injustices committed against himself pass fleetingly.

Alec had to admit, spending time with Magnus wasn't a bad alternative and Alec could relax. No, Alec would relax. Filled with a new purpose, Alec began dragging Magnus way from the bickering match he was having with a surly looking student. Chuckling at the Magnus's antics, Alec lead them away.

"Honestly, what a rude man.", Magnus muttered, not at all perturbed as the taller man dragged him away. At this words, Alec's smile widened, as he lead Magnus through the hallway and to his next class.

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After the bell signalling the end if school rung, Alec texted Magnus that he was going to the library. He had an assignment and finishing early never hurt anyone. Fine, perhaps Alec didn't know how to relax, but the sooner he got his work done, the sooner he could have piece of mind and get to the relaxing part. Alec's idea of relaxing differed from the average teenage view. Clubbing and ruckus, parties and noise, were fun enough, but Alec preferred curling down with a book, when relaxing.

Running his fingers along the weathered spine, Alec sighed in content. He would gladly spend every waking hour of his free time among the ink filled pages. Standing in the swirling dust motes, illuminated by the shafts of sunlight, the musky smell of old books and pine filling his lungs. Running his finger over the dust covered shelves, which became more prominent the further back he traversed. This was Alec's haven.

Realising, he couldn't find the book he was looking for, Alec drifted towards the front desk. Perhaps, the student librarian knew where it was, he mused.

"Excuse me.", new said, knocking softly on the desk, to get the attention of the man behind it. He sat with his head buried in a book.

The man was quiet plain, from his sandy blond hair, to his square shoulders and symmetrical face. Pleasant looking, but plain. Although, as he lifted his head, Alec was confronted with a stubbled jaw and the most mesmerising eyes. A pale green, so light they were almost translucent.

Scowling, the man snapped, " Something on my face?", his tone carried a hint of exhaustion, despite the snarky words. As if he had heard all the jokes and what Alec had to say was no different.

"No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't stare.", Alec answered apologetically.

" I get they're creepy, but if you have a problem, dont look at them.", the man growled angrily.

"What?", Alec sputtered. "I wasn't thinking that. I was thinking they're mesmerising, beautiful, like the surface of an iridescent, rippling lake."

"They're not creepy.", he spoke firmly, " More like a jewel. Rare and precious.".

"Oh.", blinked the other man in surprise. "Is this how you pick up all your men then, by waxing on the spot, poetic lyrical on their features?", he said grinning.

Alec felt himself burn with embarrassment, he had got so caught up in making the man see how stunning his eyes were, that he had forgotten himself. "I actually just came for a book on Derivativea and Rates of Change.", he coughed, looking up from his lashes in embarrassment.

" I'll go get it then. Its out back.", the man said standing, a grin still on his face. He was surprisingly tall, almost as tall as Alec, if not an inch taller. He wore a chestnut brown T-shirt over black tight jeans A simple attire, much like Alec's own black sweater and black jean, albeit in hindsight, Alec probably looked like a future felon, or Dracula in his all black piece.

Returning the man gave a cheeky smile, "Calyx Atarall, by the way.", he introduced. "Alec Lightwood.", Alec answered, reaching for the book. This man held a powerful allure, his gripping eyes a contrast with his plain features. And Alec was not a painter, but as he looked at the man he thought this: he would definitely capture this man if he was. -------------------------------+

Magnus strolled through the library doors smiling. Of course Alec would want to spend his free time studying. What a nerd, he thought fondly, but any traces of a smile vanished as he beheld Alec leaning slightly against the front desk, in the midst of a conversation with the man behind it. It was not the interaction that bothered Magnus, but they way Alec looked at him. As if he wanted to take his picture and hang it up for all to admire. Which he could do, of course, but Magnus was no third wheel. And Alec shouldn't treat him like one.

Arranging his face into a neutral smile, Magnus made his way to them. " Alexander", he breathed, sliding his palm over Alec's behind and squeezing hard.

The action caused Alec to jump slightly and swallow his yelp, "Hey", Alec said turning towards Magnus, putting their faces an inch apart.

"Ready to go darling? I was thinking we could study at Nightingale.", he purred, ignoring the presence of the other man.

'That's fine by me.", Alec answered, stepping out of Magnus's grip. " Thanks for the book and sorry again for offending you. I meant what I said though.", smiled Alec earning a reluctant smile from Calyx, who had watched the exchange between Magnus and Alec.

"No problem. See you around.", he said.

" Definitely. ", answered Alec causing his smile to widen.

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Upon turning down a few blocks, Magnus hailed a cab, all the while not saying a word to Alec. As the two climbed, Alec heard Magnus tell the driver the address. Confused, Alec broke the silence, " That's your house address.". In lieu of answer, Magnus roughly captured Alec's lips.

"Can't do this at Nightgale's. Can I?", he smirked, licking Alec's bottom lip, before leaning back.

Pleasantly surprised, Alec agreed, " No, no you can't. ", unsure of what had brought on the sudden change in mood, but Alec couldn't say he minded.

As they stepped into Magnus's apartment, Magnus slammed the door shut, before pushing Alec up against the wall and attaching their lips. The kiss was a war dance. Magnus roughly biting Alec's lip, sweeping the roof of his mouth and sucking on his tongue. The action caused a lightning bolt to sear Alec's spine. Noting the change in Alec, Magnus pressed harder against Alec, grinding his hips. Alec moaned and slide his hands over Magnus's abdomen feeling the burning skin, he stroked higher brushing Magnus's nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp in Alec's mouth. Loving the sound, he did it again and again.

When suddenly, Magnus pulled off and spoke voice scratchy from desire, " Just two adults acting on attraction, right?".

The words sent a surprising pang of pain through Alec. The way Magnus had acted, Alec almost thought he had been jealous, that maybe...

Lightly shaking his head, Alecs sent the half formed thought clattering on the floor."Yeah.", he panted, hands on Magnus chest and eyes on the shorter man. Alec knew this was unhealthy, but he didn't care. Tomorrow, he would think about what the disappointed meant. Right now, he just wanted Magnus, wanted his touch.

"Fuck.", he groaned, " You're addictive.".

"And dont I kow it, darling ", Magnus smirked, before pushing off Alec and turning him around.

" Wha-", Alec asked confused, as he found himself staring at the biege wall, as Magnus yanked his hands up and pinned with an almost painful grip.

"Quiet, darling. You'll enjoy this.", he whispered, biting harshly at Alec's exposed neck, earning a strangled moan. Complying to Magnus's silent request, Alec stretched his neck, allowing further access to Magnus's teeth. Magnus continued biting and licking over the hurts, hard enough to leave marks, while his right ripped open Alec's shirt, running a proprietary hand over his torso. His slightly heaving breaths were no comparison to Alec's jerking gasps. Reaching down, Magnus opened his trousers and roughly gripped Alec in his hand.

Hissing, Alec leaned against the wall, " Fuck - Magnus. ", he ground out. Laughing huskily, Magnus bit at Alec's lobe, moving closer until Alec could feel Magnus's arousal against his behind, causing him to buck his hips backwards.

" Now, now. ", Magnus whispered sultrily. " Patience, Alexander.". His hand tightened around Alec, his thumb flicking the tip, as he began stroking, slowly. With a firm hand he continued pulling and twisting, but not increasing his pace. "Magnus.", Alec moaned breathless.

" Yes, darling.", Magnus crooned in a midnight caress.

"Do you want me to beg?", Alec gritted out, as he began to pull his hands down to grab Magnus and make him listen.

Magnus tightened his grip in response, pulling Alec's arms further up in a swift movement. Magnus hummed, circling his tongue over Alec's ear, taking in Alec's restricted form with hungry eyes.

"Maybe.", Magnus whispered, lips ghosting over Alec's neck and trembling shoulders. " Tell me what you want, Alexander. Ask for it. ", he urged, voice hard, emphasising his command by sliding his finger across Alec's base, eliciting a shudder.

" You.", he gasped.

"Be more specific, love.", Magnus purred, slamming his hips into Alec's forcefully.

Alec's knees buckled at the contact, as Magnus's hand kept moving at a a torturous pace. " Magnus.", Alec whimpered. Alec had begged the last time, but he would not do this. Would. Not.

Voice clipped, Magnus asked, "What. What do you want, Alexander?", dragging his nails along Alec's length.

" I want you to - to grip my - my -", he trembled, grinding out the words.

"Grip your?", Magnus taunted, stopping all movement.

" My cock.", he chocked, " Goddamn it Magnus.", he swore voice breaking. "Grip my cock and pull faster, harder.".

" Now?", Magnus deadpanned, "Alexander, where are your manners. I do remember teaching you.", he said in a scolding tone.

" Please.", Alec gasped, "Fuck Magnus. Please Now.", he groaned as Magnus began moving his hand.

" Keep asking, wouldn't want me to forget? Would you love?", Magnus said, voice smooth, containing the hint of a threat.

"Faster, Magnus, faster", Alec sobbed, nails clenching into his palms on the wall, as Magnus began to pump harder and faster. " Harder. Fuck... fuck.", Alec cried, spilling into Magnus's hands.

Not giving the taller man a moment to recover, Magnus dragged Alec to his room , before bending him over his dressing table. He wanted to look at Alec's face, as he tore into him. Magnus was too lust riddled to care that his actions seem to stem from a particular emotion. He just wanted Alec, he wanted, wanted with such a burning ferocity that his desire flared inside of him until all he could think was: Alec, Alec, Alec.

Splayed out on the dresser, Alec met Magnus's eyes in the mirror, his mouth becoming dry at the sight of Magnus shucking his jeans, before pulling down Alec's. Not breaking the contact, Alec opened his legs, watching through lowered lashes, as Magnus's eyes darkened and he gripped Alec, nail digging into his hips.

Without warning Magnus thrust into Alec, earning a loud moan, eyes pinned on Alec's, he collided with the bent man again and again. Hitting his prostate and causing Alec to arch backwards with a feral cry. Eye's shuttering, Magnus coaxed throaty moan, after moan of pleasure. Magnus's own member strained painfully but Magnus was not done yet. Increasing his pace, Magnus thrust into Alec harder, as he reached yet another climax. His eyes stayed locked onto Magnus, lips parted, crying out his name, as he shuddered through his release.

Snatching his face, Magnus placed a sloppy kiss on Alec's lips, as he slowed down slightly. It was more of them panting into each others mouths than anything. But, he still did not stop.

"Magnus.", Alec whimpered, vioce gravelly, " I can't, I - ".

" Yes.", Magnus growled, "You can.", his voice guttural. He pushed in deeper and once again increased his pace, roughly slamming into Alec. Hard enough to cause the dresser to rattle underneath.

Alec took in Magnus's rumpled firm through the mirror, he felt Magnus throbbing inside of him, but he was still raw and sensitive from his previous release and as Magnus shoved in, Alec shouted in pleasure.

Looking at Alec's glazed eyes, white knuckled hands Magnus pounded in hard and deep, earning scream, after scream, until Alec came once again with a hoarse cry. Unable to hold back any more, Magnus too succumbed to intense waves of pleasure, as he flicked blazing eyes over Alec's wrecked form. Shuddering he pulled and stumbled with Alec to the bed, both men collapsing into each others arms.

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" Magnus.", Alec croaked, as they lay tangled in bed. The moonlight pooled along their naked bodies. Magnus tried and failed not to recall the reason for Alec's voice like that of a seasoned smoker's.

"What's wrong, love?", he whispered back, his own voice slightly scratchy.

" Get up.", Alec chuckled, "We need to clean ourselves and the apartment.", he reasoned.

" And who's fault is that?", Magnus teased, rolling over and caging Alec's head between his forearms.

"Yo - ", Alec pauses mid - sentence taking in Magnus's shining eyes and plump lips curved into a smile. His hair brushed Alec's cheek softly. The moonlight cast a faint glow around Magnus's frame, making him seem ethereal in the light.

" That was great just attraction sex.", Magnus gave a lopsided grin. His words caused Alec to reel himself back. Of course, what had he been thinking? He had agreed to that. Deciding the freshly released hormones were confusing his brain, Alec pushed off Magnus. It was immature of him to even think of other alternatuves. Flicking the other man's nose, Alec swiftly slide out from under Magnus and slipped into the bathroom without looking back once, much to Magnus's confusion at the abrupt departure.

Taking turns, Magnus entered the shower as soon as Alec had exited, unintentionally leaving Alec to clean the apartment. Upon emerging Magnus perpetually insisted he was planning to help, much to Alec's dubiousness of the matter. With no prior engagements, the two spent the rest of the evening lightly teasing each other and working on the project from the book Alec had dropped in the hallway. They're laughs echoed around the apartment: light and easy. In contrast with the heavy atmosphere of the earlier frenzy. Soon Alec had left and Magnus found himself alone in the apartment: exhausted, but content. The reason for initiating the steamy encounter lost in his slowing breaths.

[plasticoveredfurniture]

inktober d9: swing

pairing: vmin

words: 2039

tags: past setting, homophobia, childhood friends to lovers, jazz clubs, gay bars, police brutality, drag queens

Taehyung and Jimin had always been best friends. They grew up in the same hole of a neighbourhood and their parents had already been close friends for years when they were born. They went to the same kindergarten, same primary school, same middle school, same high school, even at the same university. They were attached to the hip from day one and spent all of their time together, even out of class. When they were not in school, you could find them at the playground at the end of the street they lived on, sitting on the swings and talking about the most pointless things. That playground became their spot. They would spend their afternoons there and even their nights when both of them didn't feel like being alone in their beds. They'd sneak out of the window and climb down the fire escape and meet at the swings.

When they were a little older they started stealing cigarettes from their parents to smoke them together while lightly swinging in the middle of the night. When they started university, they discovered the wonders of jazz. They made friends with some older students who pointed them towards a club where they could dance to live music but also drink freely because the owners had a deal with the cops.

Jimin and Taehyung had never listened to jazz nor had a drink, too sheltered by their families to experience the outside world that every person their age was submerged in. Young and eager to finally live life as they were, they decided to visit this club. It was inside a small theatre that had been destroyed during the war and rebuilt right after. The stage was occupied by countless musicians and performers.

The music was upbeat and pleasant, and Jimin immediately felt swept off his feet by it. He resisted the overwhelming urge to dance in order to take in his surroundings.

The are beneath the stage was filled with tables of all shapes and sizes. They were taken upstairs by the guy who had taken them there, he said that was where they served alcohol. It was a smart move, it was the very last place the police could get to, so that gave them more time to dispose of bottles and leave through the fire escape if necessary. The second floor was much more inviting. Instead of random tables scattered all around the space, there were booths of different sizes with red velvet sofas and from the balcony you could enjoy the show on the stage. Taehyung, too, was mesmerised.

Being their first time in such a place, they didn't know what to do, so they sat down at one of the booths. When the waiter asked them what they wanted to drink they tried to play it cool and asked for whatever other customers ordered most. They were presented with two short but wide glasses with a big ice square in the middle, surrounded by a dark brown liquid that only filled about a third of the glass. They shared a look and took a sip at the same time. Both their faces twisted in a grimace. The mystery drink was much more bitter than either of them expected, but they said nothing and just drank the whole thing in one go.

They enjoyed the music for a while, but Jimin was restless. He wanted to dance. He took his best friend's hand and dragged him to the first floor where he saw a group of people dancing in the open space between the entrance and the tables. And they danced. They danced for what felt like years, dizzy on adrenaline and that bitter drink they finished a little too fast. But they'd never felt more alive.

So they kept going back. Soon they became regulars and the waiters knew them by name, and the two of them learned the names of every alcoholic beverage they could purchase. And with knowledge came power.

Or, at the very least, the illusion of it. The would drink until they could feel electricity buzzing underneath their skin and then they'd feel brave enough to just dance. They danced together the way they saw many couples do, but they didn't care. They were having too much fun.

The fun ended though. One night they felt way too brave and they didn't stop at dancing. They were close, too close, and people started paying more attention than usual. But they didn't notice, drunk on wine and each other's proximity. And slowly, treacherously, they got closer and closer until their lips were brushing and then even closer until their bodies felt like they were gonna become one and their lips were moving in the most delicious of dances.

But the feeling was brief, followed right after by the drag of cement on clothed knees and naked palms. They were intoxicated and couldn't make sense of what was happening. Why was this man yelling at them about cigarettes?

When the man went back inside, Jimin reached for Taehyung's hand and squeezed it as a means of reassurance. Then, they were covered by a shadow. They looked up to find another man staring curiously at them.

He was a little shorter than Jimin and very thin. His body lean and elegant, he reminded Jimin of a cat. He leaned down and offered a hand to help them up.

He introduced himself as Yoongi. He told them he'd witnessed what happened to them and knew a place where they'd fit right in. The two best friends were too inebriated to have full control over their mental capacities, so they agreed.

This club was not as easy to find. The entrance was at the back of an alley, down a small flight of stairs, and the door was heavy and guarded from the inside. Yoongi gave them a sly smile and his eyes crinkled up in a feline and almost predatory kind of way that made Taehyung slightly uneasy.

“Welcome” said Yoongi as the door was opening “to Dorothy's den”

They were met with a long corridor that led to another abandoned theatre, but much bigger than the one they were in before. There was a bar counter taking up a whole wall with five barmen serving drinks to those sitting in front of them and fixing up orders for the waiters who were tending to the guests seated in the area below the stage.

There was a variety of employees and guests that could not be found anywhere else. Men and women of every rage and age, men holding hands and women kissing, men in lingerie performing on stage, women in suits waiting tables. And the colours. The other club was dimly lit and decorated with dark colours, giving off a decadent and gloomy aura.

This place was the complete opposite. It was filled with the most vibrant colours, from the drinks to the gowns and makeup. Jimin instantly felt drawn to it, and so was Taehyung.

Yoongi showed them around and introduced them to nearly everyone he could find, and Jimin and Taehyung never stopped holding hands. Being able to have this sort of freedom was even more intoxicating than all of the alcohol they had imbibed in the past month combined. And they relished in it. They danced and held each other and kissed and they didn't need to drink to do it without regrets.

With this new-found home came a second family. Obviously Yoongi was the very first one. He took the both of them under his wing and became their gay fairy godmother. Then, Seokjin. Also known as Jin&Tonic to those who enjoyed his performances as a female impersonator every Saturday night, he was a couple of years older than the rest of them and he had been one of the very first employees at Dorothy' den. They had met him on their second night at the den. They were sitting at one of the tables, chatting idly with their waitress when they heard a voice announce the next performance through the speaker.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and everyone else in between, please give a warm welcome to the one and only show-stopping Jin&Tonic!”

Taehyung and Jimin were instantly intrigued by the name, and turned their heads towards the stage. They were met with the most beautiful man they had ever seen. He had plump lips and soft eyes the same shade of caramel as the wig carefully perched atop his head. He was wearing blood red lipstick that shimmered with the hark stage lights and dark khol was rimming his eyes.

His toned body was hidden under a pink lace baby doll and swaying to slow, sultry jazz music.

That was their first time meeting Seokjin.

They also got to know Matthew, one of the main bartenders; Chaeyoung and Nayeon, waitresses and girlfriends; and many more.

They had never felt more comfortable and at home in their lives, and they were so happy to be together that everything else faded into the background. But happiness is a fleeting thing. One second you're relishing in it, and the next it disappears leaving nothing but ruins behind.

And that's what happened that time too.

One night, as Taehyung and Jimin were making their way towards the den, elbows intertwined, they stumbled upon the guy who had taken them to that first club all those months before.

You see, word had spread that they were homosexuals after they got kicked out. And their “friend” heard.

After seeing them, standing so close so casually, he followed them to the den. It didn't take him much to realise what kind of club it was.

After all, people got arrested for loving the wrong someone, so why wouldn't they hide?

That night, out of nowhere, the cops busted in. There were a dozen of them against over a hundred patrons, but they were armed and sober.

Jimin and Taehyung had been in the bathroom and managed to escape through one of the windows. Some of their friends weren't as lucky.

Seokjin, for example, who was caught in the middle of getting ready for his performance. He was taken to the station in nothing but lingerie and makeup. He didn't survive a night in that cell.

Taehyung and Jimin never stopped looking for their family, but everyone fled to different corners of the city after the raid. So they had no one but each other.

After graduating from university, they decided to move to San Francisco together. They remembered Yoongi had once talked about how it was the land of the free and people like them weren't burned at the stake just for existing. So they packed their few belongings and all of the hope they had left, and moved. Turned out, Yoongi was right. San Francisco treated them right. They could hold hands and, sure, people would look at them for a while too long, but no one had the right to harm them for it.

They made a new family and found a new home. In it, Jimin decided to pay homage to their fallen one, Jin. His stage name was Angel, a pet name Jin loved to call him by, and performed to jazz music in simple makeup and expensive lingerie. Taehyung, on the other hand, kept it on the down low by teaching art history at a local school.

With the passage of time they decided to buy a bigger house so that they could help kids who were kicked out of their homes by their parents or friends who were going through a time of need. They both knew how much they had appreciated finding someone like this when they first met the people from the den.

So they lived a very simple yet fulfilling life. They never got to experience what it means to be able to marry the person you love no matter what their gender may be, but they knew that their love was real and what they shared was something so deep that it didn't matter if they didn't get to sign a piece of paper that could attest to it.

They were the only ones who needed to know.

[hesham-abdelhamid]

What is a 'Youthquake' and why should you care about it?

There is an Arabian phrase that says “alalam yantami 'iilaa al-Shabab” - the world belongs to the youth. Now, there is a word for that phrase in the English language. Not just any boring old word. It’s a “word of the year.” Oxford Dictionaries chose “Youthquake” as the word of 2017. The word had a huge impact when it shook the ground and became the epicentre of the 2017 UK general election and later on striking again during the elections in New Zealand. 

YOUTHQUAKE is the Oxford Dictionaries #WordOfTheYear 2017. Find out more: https://t.co/BanfCMh2Gi pic.twitter.com/iIQ4ykwUwa

— Oxford Dictionaries (@OxfordWords) 14 December 2017

The word itself, ironically, isn’t new. It was first coined in 1965 by, Vogue’s editor-in-chief, Diana Vreeland. It was used to describe the youth-led fashion and music movement of the Swinging Sixties. - groovy, I know right?

I wasn’t even alive to catch the word the first time but I am young enough to be enthusiastic about it now. But unfortunately politics isn’t my forte - so I took it upon myself to expand my knowledge on the youthquake phenom and maybe you can benefit from it too.

According to Oxford’s own undoubted definition: “The noun, youthquake, is defined as ‘a significant cultural, political, or social change arising from the actions or influence of young people.’” 

Lexicographer Susie Dent told the Guardian that the 2017 shortlist showed that “there’s not a lot of sunshine in the standout words this year. Words like Antifa and kompromat speak to fractured times of mistrust and frustration. In youthquake, we finally found some hope in the power to change things and had a little bit of linguistic fun along the way. It feels like the right note on which to end a difficult and divisive year.” The sad and sombre shortlist is a true representation of how times have changed because in 2015 the word of the year wasn’t even a word it was an emoji, the famous ‘Face with Tears of Joy.’ So, 2017 was about serious business and politics played a huge part in that.

2017, was a weird year for young people following the history-changing results of the 2016 US election and Brexit. They were left with little to zero hope of ever getting their voices heard. I spoke to young people from all over the world and the main words that were used to describe 2016 were either ‘disappointing’ or ‘devastating’. So, it’s natural for young people to have been vocal and loud in 2017.

The term was popular in the UK after Jeremy Corbyn’s Labour Party drove normally apathetic young people to the polls in the general election. Critics moaned that no one actually used the term. Now, they have more ammunition. According to a new paper by the British Election Study (BES), the youthquake did not happen - so why waste our time with the word of the year malarkey?! 

Youthquake '17: Surge in younger voters under 40 to Labour - especially amongst 18-24s - delivered strong performance for Jeremy Corbyn. BES figures show it might have been partly driven by increased turnout amongst 25-35 year olds. Older voters - over 55s - moved to Tories. pic.twitter.com/Dl7LDAWaiE

— Alan Travis (@alantravis40) 29 January 2018

Turnout among people aged 18-24 probably did not increase, argue researchers. The finding goes against polls published after the election, which had suggested a 16-point jump in turnout among that age group. In fact, the supposed youthquake was barely a tremor, say the authors.

Now, if you are like me and you have no understanding of political statistics whatsoever - Just do what I did and seek help from your local MPs. I mean they should know, they do run the country after all.

I spoke to Alok Sharma, a Conservative MP for Reading West, and asked him: “do you think the youthquake did actually happen?”

Perhaps this topic has been the centre of attention as his response was: 

“Oh, that question again.” He said.

“In terms of the election, voting wise and statistically - no. However, I do think the so-called youthquake had an effect on the election - young people were very vocal about this election in particular. It was more of an emotional involvement with politics because people like you felt victimised. As a conservative I tried everything I can to eliminate that and tried to get opinions from the youth of Reading and speak to them about how we can better Reading” he said.

Mr Sharma wasn’t the only one who shared this sentiment. 

I also spoke to Lord Allen of Kensington, a Labour-supporting member of the House of Lords, he answered the same question and said: “Young people have always been at the centre of everything - they are the future. It’s a very simple concept and I feel like Corbyn understood that very well. Yes - The youthquake might not have happened within the election itself but it certainly happened around it. The fact that 17-year-olds found a potential prime minister as a ‘cool and hip’ figure is unheard of. The 2017 election was one of the first times I have seen young people excited about politics and engaged with it - in a very long time.” 

“I think the youthquake isn’t a myth at all.” He added.

Now, after speaking to these two gentlemen - I was even more confused. 

I had to do a bit more digging (and oh boy is my shovel broken!) - so was the youthquake really a huge part of the election or not?

The BES “no Youthquake” conclusion is based on analyses of data gathered in the BES 2017 national face-to-face survey of 2,194 respondents in 234 constituencies. This works by interviewing the survey respondents in their own homes, which nowadays is difficult to do since response rates have fallen dramatically over time: less than half (46 percent) of those who were originally selected to participate completed an interview.

As pollster Anthony Wells stated in his reflections on the BES team's claim that “researchers like the face-to-face survey because it enables them to check if respondents actually voted at the election. The difficulty in 2017, however, was that only 1,475 of the 2,194 respondents – or 67 percent – were checked.”  In other words, there is no validated report of the voting for nearly one-third of the overall sample. This missing data further compounds the problem of the low response rate.

Another problem concerns the number of young people in the study and how they are distributed across the country. Altogether, there are only 157 respondents aged 18 to 24 in the survey. Nearly half (45 percent) of the 234 constituencies sampled do not have any respondents in this age bracket. This means that for the 197 constituencies for which validated voting data are available, 61 percent do not have any under-25s in the survey. 

So, If you process politics in the same way I do - which is always to have fairness and balance within everything - then surely the survey isn’t even an accurate representation…?

Also, why are we so fixated on the BES survey. Other national surveys indicate young people gave much stronger support for Labour in 2017 than in 2015. The percentage of 18-24-year-olds voting Labour climbed from 43 to 62 percent in the Ipsos-MORI election surveys. 

The Guardian presented statistics after the 2017 election showing that the high turnout was driven by young and minority voters. The results clearly state that more than half of individuals aged between 18-24 voted - that's an increase of 16 percent than the turn out in 2015.

Alex Chalk, the Conservative MP for Cheltenham commented on the rise of young voters and said: “young people were vocal about the election and that shows that their involvement with politics is growing, which makes very happy.”

Whether the stats prove that the youthquake happened or not - it doesn’t really matter because just like that Arabian phrase states, the world really does belong to the youth. The future leaders are today’s learners and they are quickly learning how to get their voices heard. The youthquake did shake the ground in 2017 or as the youth say “the election was shooketh.” To dismiss the available evidence which clearly testifies against the BES survey is teetering on ignorance. There was a widely unexpected and politically consequential “Youthquake” in 2017. Psephologists would be wise to study its nature and causes and consider its possible consequences. 

Already in the early days of 2018, young people around the world are at the forefront of change, Emma Gonzales and the #neveragain movement for example. Gonzales has quickly become a household name, not just in the US but around the World. The powerful young woman’s speech, in support of prohibiting the sales of weapons in the US after 17 students from her school were murdered at the hands of a student with a gun, was inspiring beyond words. She has left us all mesmerised by her sheer passion and determination for change. 

Just like Emma, today’s youth will achieve more than just a “word of the year” they will re-write the course of history.

[erickbilderbeech]

Just as he felt he had had enough jumping and was about to sit down on the couch, there was a knock on the door. He glanced at his bandmates, but they were still too caught up in their jubilation to have noticed anything, so he got up to answer it himself.

He almost gulped when he saw Myrtle.

She had been too enclosed in other bodies before to notice it, but now that she was standing right in front of him it was clear what she looked like when she actually had made an effort, and the sight was mesmerising. Her curvy frame was laced tightly into a black leather corset, a matching skirt and fishnet stockings, and though she had obviously wanted to go goth for the occasion, she was looking far too healthy for that, and succulent.

Without really knowing why, he stepped into the hallway and quietly closed the door behind him, leaving his bandmates inside so they could talk in private.

“How did you get backstage?” he stammered, the high of being in total control soon fading as he let his eyes linger on her shape and his brain switched over on instinct.

She smiled innocently.

“Nobody asked me anything.”

“I—err—”

He caught himself stammering and mentally kicked his own head in. He was a rock star now, for fuck’s sake. He forced himself to get a grip. Then he remembered what he had promised her.

“I don’t have your money,” he said.

She smiled again.

“That’s not why I came.”

Él se abalanzó sobre ella. En menos de un segundo, sus labios se cerraron y exploraron la boca del otro violentamente, las manos se enredaron en el cabello húmedo, luego se desplazaron para presionar sus cuerpos uno contra el otro, ambos gimiendo en su beso cuando la oleada de indulgencia los inundó. Dio unos pasos hacia delante para empujarla contra la pared y agarró sus dos muñecas para sujetarlas sobre su cabeza antes de atacar su cuello, mordiendo con fuerza la piel suave y sensible. Ella gritó y luego gimió otra vez cuando lamió el lugar donde sus dientes acababan de marcarla, luego viajaron hacia el sur para pasárselos sobre la piel de sus pechos que estaban levantados por el corsé. Luego se estrelló de nuevo en sus labios, golpeándolos duramente en el proceso, no dándole oportunidad de tomar aire mientras la besaba febrilmente mientras ella seguía gimiendo en su boca. Soltó sus muñecas, agarró sus muslos detrás de ella y comenzó a levantarse la falda, lo que no fue fácil porque el cuero se le pegaba a la piel por el calor.

He lunged at her. Within less than a second their lips were locked together and they explored each other’s mouths violently, hands entangled in damp hair, then roaming over to press their bodies up against each other, both moaning into their kiss as the rush of indulgence washed over them. He took a few steps forward to push her against the wall and grabbed both her wrists to pin them together over her head before attacking her neck, biting down hard on the soft, sensitive skin. She yelped and then moaned again as he licked the spot where his teeth had just marked her, then travelled south to graze them over the skin of her breasts that were pushed up by the corset. Then he crashed down on her lips again, bruising them hard in the process, giving her no chance to gasp for air as he kissed her feverishly while she kept moaning into his mouth. He let go of her wrists and grabbed her thighs behind her, and started to pull up her skirt, which wasn’t easy to do because the leather stuck to her skin from the heat.

Finally he broke away from her so he could see her flustered face looking up at him, her chin out in the same way as when she had been watching him from the audience, her eyes shooting fire as she licked her bottom lip that was already swollen from the force he had used. She was still eying him intently, obviously relishing the effect she had on him, her lips curled in a satisfied smirk.

It hit him that he was the one who’d been bluffing before, a mere boy in the temporary roll of deity, drunk enough on his flash of power to assume that it was a permanent change when in reality he was still just a twat, all too easily overwhelmed by a set of lips and a batting of lashes. And even though his cock was beginning to hurt him as it was wedged inside his jeans, pulsating madly, he couldn’t let her think that he was all that easy to play.

He threw his body forward and pinned her hands to the wall again, making sure his hips grinded against hers so she could feel what he had in store for her, which earned him another satisfied moan. He leaned on her heavily, weighing her down hard against the wall, trying to suffocate her as she was already straining to breathe inside her corset. Then he bit the side of her neck again, more softly this time, his hot breath in her neck causing her to quiver, before he teasingly slipped out his tongue and licked her earlobe, and stopped moving entirely.

He kept her there for a few seconds until he could feel her struggling for air.

“Beg me,” he whispered.

She jerked a little, but he didn’t budge. He was a lot stronger than his small frame would suggest.

“Beg me to fuck you.”

He gave way just enough so she could take a deep breath, keeping her wrists locked in his grip, and gave her a sultry look. She stared up at him with scorching eyes, no longer smiling but still very satisfied with herself as she accepted her role of submittal and did as she was told.

“Brian please,” she cooed, looking up at him from beneath her veil of lashes.

“What?” he said hoarsely, and leaned forward again, pushing her hard against the wall.

He was panting for air himself now, dizzy with the overwhelming urge to tear her to shreds, show her who was on top here, fuck her to pieces with his rock hard cock. He grinded his hips against her again and restrained himself from moaning as the pressure on his cock sent a new rush of need through his body that threatened to make his knees give way. He tightened his grip on her wrists, probably bruising them now as he pushed them against the wall and kept glowering at her, hoping to emit the right level of cruelty so she would know he was not kidding around, but she didn’t falter and just smiled at him coyly. She knew exactly how to play this game.

“Brian, please fuck me hard,” she moaned, and he could come right then and there just from her tone of voice.

Promptly he let go of her wrists and kissed her again, their tongues fighting madly and this time he grabbed her and spun her around, manoeuvring her in the direction of the backstage bathrooms, throwing both their bodies against the door that slammed open and left them inside clawing at each other like angry cats.

“Please Brian—”

It was quite clear now who was playing whom here but he no longer cared. If this was what she wanted she could fucking get it. The entire evening out there had been like ninety minutes of foreplay and he felt on the edge of exploding, and now he would bloody well show her what she had coming. God, his cock felt so hard he was sure he could drive it through a wall.

Suddenly things could not go fast enough, and he cried out in frustration as he clumsily tugged at the laces of her corset, to no avail.

“Take that off.”

His voice came out much deeper than any critic at the time would have held possible, obliterating all existing theories that he was strung out on helium, or that his balls hadn’t dropped. They were, in fact, very much throbbing inside his pants, clenched tightly and craving release. He briefly let go of her so she could execute his command, which she didn’t.

“Beg me.”

She winked. He wanted to strangle her.

“Fuck you,” he breathed.

Before she had a chance to move he attacked her again, forcing her into one of the stalls. He made her face the wall and bend over as he pressed their bodies together again, violently jerked up her skirt and reached around to push his hand between her legs, feeling the juice that was flowing out of her, soaking her panties and the crotch of her stockings. God, she really was a peach.

He couldn’t hold out any longer and quickly undid his own pants with one hand as he kept tugging at her tights with the other, cursing all the inconvenient layers of clothing she had picked out for the night. A wave of relief rushed over him as he finally freed his cock and a new rush of pleasure ran through it, and he squeezed it gently, no longer able to suppress his whimpers. She helped him slide down her tights and panties in one go and he groaned approvingly and pushed her forward even more so she had to lean against the wall to keep from falling over. Then he let his hand slide between her legs again, roughly pushing his fingers inside her, which made her cry out and contract tightly around him in response. He kept fingering her brutally until she was trembling beneath him, struggling to keep her balance, her breath coming out hoarse and irregular, her hips slightly rocking back and forth to accommodate him. He wrapped one arm around her chest to help keep her steady as his other hand kept thrusting inside her, his middle finger teasingly rubbing the spot that caused her to suck in quick gasps of air between her teeth.

“Do you like that huh? Is that what you came for? Huh?”

His earlier power trip was rapidly returning with a vengeance as he heard himself talking, arousing him even more as he pushed his throbbing cock up against the soft flesh of her buttocks.

She stayed mute now, but in response lifted one hand from the wall as she was now supported by his arm and skilfully executed the trick that had seemed unfeasible to him before, tugging exactly the right piece of lace to make her corset spring open and her breasts fall out in the curve of his arm. She was finally learning how to behave.

He promptly rewarded her with another well directed nudge at the spot inside her, sending shivers through her body. Then he was struck by an inspiration. He teasingly retracted his fingers that were nice and wet now and let them wander over to the other inviting tightness between her legs, slowly circling it with the tip of his finger before pushing two of them inside at once, and just as she cried out he bit down hard on the flesh of her neck again, his other hand kneading her breast violently as she was leaning against the wall again to support herself.

“Brian—”

“Shut up.”

He used his knees to force her legs apart and grabbed a hold of his cock to direct it between her buttocks, sliding his hand that was still moist along the hard shaft a few times before wrapping his arm around her again and thrusting forward.

They both cried out as he slipped inside her, muscles contracting around him with such force and resistance that they staggered for a second as she had let go of her support again and bolts of lightning shot up from his balls. Now she had one hand free to continue the work he was neglecting, and her own manicured fingers picked up the pace where he had left off. He put one hand against the wall now to find balance as his legs could no longer be trusted, his other hand still working her breasts, his vision steadily becoming very blurred as his hips bucked involuntarily and he slipped deeper inside her, making her cry out even more.

He knew he was hurting her—every fibre of her body was tensed up—but she kept fingering herself frantically, and he was so close to orgasm he didn’t actually care anymore. He could already feel how the final wave of rapture washed over him, ready to take him over the edge.

“Come with me,” he breathed, but it was already too late and with a last convulsing of muscles he could feel his balls empty themselves as he thrust inside her with all the force his body could muster, his jaw clenched shut and his one hand squeezing her breast so hard it would definitely leave bruises in the morning, and then he could feel her clench as well and she let out a final uncontrolled cry that seemed to rise up from deep inside her body before she went limp in his arms, panting heavily, both their feet shuffling around to try and support their exhausted bodies.

It took them a while before they were both standing steadily on their feet again, looking utterly dishevelled, their breaths interrupted by gulps as their bodies tried to find a steady pace of functioning again. He watched her hazily as she struggled with all the leather that was now wrung around her body like a wet sheet, stubbornly clinging to the sweat in all the wrong places. It was quite amusing in fact, but he no longer had the energy to laugh. Finally he remembered to pull up his own pants that were still wrapped around his ankles, his rapidly diminishing cock providing a very nice display itself. He halfheartedly tried to straighten out his hair, which was pointless as he had been sweating all night. He would have to take a shower anyway.

“Do you have a fag? I left mine in my dressing room.”

She looked up from her struggle with the laces long enough for him to see that any trace of arrogance was now gone, her face damp and flustered, her hair an entangled mess. A moment ago that would have pleased him endlessly, but now that the venom was out of his system so was his sadistic streak, for now at least.

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Smutember 2017 - day 14, Role-play, Max/Roxanne (Goofy movie/Goof troop)

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As two college graduates, Max and Roxanne keep finding interesting ways to spice their nights.

Chosen by the dirty mind of: Anonymous

Also, PSA: I’m redoing my masterpost, since the abundance of links (usually three per story) has kinda broken it, so it might not be up to date. 

In his small, dimly lit, messy flat, Max's bed was creaking every time his hips jerked, as he pushed himself deeper into his glamorous, half-naked co-worker. The flames of her red hair were spread around her head like a halo, making her presence in his humble abode even more mesmerising experience. Not an hour ago, he offered her drive home, from the bar she was sulking in, but things turned quickly when the alcohol in her veins took control over her body and mind. And before he knew it, Max was living a dream, making love to Roxanne, staring into her moaning face that just this morning was on every television screen in the country. But in this moment, she was his, and nothing was going to take her away from him.

It became a tradition of some sort, after a few first unsuccessful job interviews, for Max and Roxanne to role-play the positions they were aiming for, mostly to get rid of the uneasy feeling of unemployment problems. But even after they both found jobs, they still liked to pretend they were someone different, imagining how sex could sneak its way into their fictional workplaces. It broke the monotony that could always sneak up onto them, and gave them motivation to pursue some of their kinks and desires they wouldn't be able to try if they were just themselves.

After they spotted a TV crew outside their apartment block earlier that day, the rest of the scenario wrote itself. Tonight, Roxanne was an intrepid reporter, trying her best to outsmart others and arrive first, wherever the news would broke; Max play the role of her faithful cameraman, who followed her everywhere, and unbeknownst to her, would follow her anywhere, as he was madly in love with her.

Roxanne cupped the face of her lover, stroking it with her thumb, as he continued plunging himself into her. Since the alcohol was still buzzing in her head, trying to touch his rapidly moving face turned out to be a bit more difficult than she imagined. At least she was with someone, she thought. The decision to sleep with her friend was a spur of the moment, but with every move of his, she regretted the dubiously ethical choice less and less, especially when he incorporated his fingers into his repertoire, flicking her clit every now and then.

- Come on, Max, how long have you been wanting to do this? Months? Years? - she teased her friend, between her sharp intakes of air Even though every muscle in his body shouted at him not to do this, Max stopped pounding her, leaned over her, staring into her surprised, glistening eyes, and uttered the words he's been trying to say for nearly half a decade. - Ever since I looked at you through the lenses... - Max huffed - Why do you think I followed you everywhere, from a bloody tornado to a sandstorm? I love you, Roxanne...

Suddenly, in one moment, Roxanne remembered every single time her friend fixed her hair, a few seconds before they went live; every bit of fast-food they ate in their van during breaks; every time he consoled her after a date that went wrong. And she saw in his eyes the truth he's been keeping secret.

- Oh, Max... She reached her arms and pulled Max into a deep, watery kiss. If she was drunk before, she sobered up instantly, as the world around her quite literally rocked and swirled when they rolled back and forth. His hands traversed her back, taking off her blouse that remained the only part of her attire. Suddenly, to Max's great disappointment, she broke the kiss, and moved aside, seemingly as if she wanted to get out of the bed. A moment later, however, she stretched and reached into Max's bag, exposing her gorgeous back to him in full glory. She turned around, carrying a portable video-camera, one he would always bring with him, just in case he'd spot something worth capturing on tape.

- You know, I've been blind for so long... This moment really deserves to be remembered, don't you think? She fluttered her eyes, and without waiting for an answer, she placed the camera on the night stand next to his bed, once again, giving Max a stunning view of her naked behind. The familiar red light of the recording blinked at the same time when Roxanne moved back to her position, spreading her legs as an invitation for her new boyfriend.

- So, shall we continue?

In an instant, Max entered her again, pushing her body deep into the sheets and pillows, resuming the furious work he had to pause a moment before. But now, they were no longer friends with benefits; a newly found emotions fuelled their love-making, and the fact that their acts were recorded added the extra bit of spiciness they desperately needed.

Throughout the night they changed positions many times, and every now and then, Max would reach to the stand to fix the camera's angle, to make sure it would record the mess of their twisted bodies in all of its glory. At some point, however, it became obvious that the most beautiful and captivating part of their love-making wouldn't be visible, so when Max felt that Roxanne was approaching her climax, he took the camera in his hand, ready to capture the blissful agony of her face on the tape.

- Oh, yeah, Max, keep going, keep going! - she screamed, even louder now that Max was recording her.

Under Max's thrusts, Roxanne got hold of the bed's frame and begun writhing, already anticipating the orgasm only her trusty friend, no, lover, could give her. She swore loudly when climax hit her, causing her body to arch and twist more, though she still tried her best to keep her eyes on the video camera. For the first time in her life, she felt full and accomplished, having just found the soulmate she's been looking for years. At the same time, a minuscule wave of disappointment waved over her, as she pondered how much earlier could they start dating, but it was almost instantly washed by the prospect of them driving through life together, as more than just two co-workers.

Max's groans and huffs were getting louder as well, prompting Roxanne to move her hips back and forth a bit faster to accommodate his pushes. Suddenly, and with some difficulties, Max managed to pull out and waddled forth on his knees, stroking his cock with his other hand, until he shoved it unceremoniously under Roxanne's face, holding it like a microphone.

- Roxanne... how about a few words for our viewers? - he groaned, and threw his head back. Roxanne eagerly opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, catching several short bursts from his tip, shifting her eyes between the lens of the camera, and the blissful face of her climaxing boyfriend. Despite her best efforts, Roxanne didn't manage to swallow all of his copious orgasm, and let the rest spill onto her chin and neck. She wasn't sure if she did it because of the volume of his release, or if she wanted to leave a lasting impression of their first kinky night on the tape. Whatever the reason might have been, once Max was finished, Roxanne turned her head to the side, so that his camera would catch her messy face, her empty mouth and most importantly, a beaming smile of satisfaction.

- Oh, yeah, Max, keep going, keep going! Roxanne bit her lip, watching her face twisting in carnal pleasure on the screen. Sitting in her boyfriend's lap, on the sofa, in her night gown, Roxanne enjoyed the post-coital and post-shower cuddles, though she could not ignore his length getting stiff again, as the two climaxed on the screen again and again.

- Pretty good one, huh? - Oh, yeah. - Roxanne murmured, exposing her neck for Max to kiss - I never thought I looked like that when I... Well, you know.

Almost instantly, Roxanne closed her legs and begun playing with her hair. Whenever things got a bit heated, Roxanne had a few ways of hiding her excitement, though with her boobs constantly bouncing up and down in front of her eyes, it proved to be very, very difficult. Despite her kinky nature, the modest and shy part of her personality would sometimes surface to calm the other, fiery one, and it was a treat for Max to see them battling for dominance in front of him.

- I think it was better than the nurse act we did last week. - Max stated nonchalantly, pushing a button on a remote, trapping the scene on the screen in a infinite loop, much to Roxanne's amusement. - Oh, yes. That one was so cliché. - Roxanne replied, wriggling in his lap, getting more and more aroused. - Still fun, though. - I wish we recorded our first one, don't you think? "Miss Roxanne", a sexy secretary...

Roxanne let out a low, languorous moan and let her body fall deeper into Max's arms, as the memory of their first role-play came vividly back to her.

- Yes, that was definitely the best one. But knowing your luck you would return the camera to your dad with the tape inside it. - she joked, staring at the expensive, borrowed device linked to the television set. - We should repeat that then. - he said briskly - What do you say? Max' eager suggestion, combined with his hands moving up and down her exposed thighs was a clear sign that all of Roxanne's attempts at hiding her arousal was unsuccessful, though the more she thought about it, she wondered why she bothered concealing it in the first place, given her past record of trying to refuse a second helping of her boyfriend. - I told you, she is attracted to people with power. - Roxanne snapped back - Once you get a promotion, maybe she'll come back for more... - Oh come on, it's gonna be years! - Max exclaimed, hearing his girlfriend giggle under her breath - What am I supposed to be looking for until then? - Well, If I'm not good enough for you...

When Roxanne leapt from their seat, Max was about to protest and apologise, since his first dreadful thought was that she was about to storm out of their small apartment, still in her gown. But instead, she walked to the drawers in front of him, swaying her hips with every step, and sat on the spot next to the TV, careful not to throw the camera to the ground. Once she was sure-seated, she spread her legs, giving Max the breath-taking view of two naked Roxannes, one constantly climaxing, and one about to start doing it again, live. She stood up, took the ends of her robe and tossed it to the floor, about to drag Max into another round of carnal pleasure.

A black skirt fell to the floor in the dark, elongated room, illuminated only by rows of screens, all showing scenes from their recent sex-tape. On one of the screens, Roxanne watched Max climaxing into her mouth, and was surprised how eager she looked, while performing such dirty move, especially since the looped video made it look as if her new boyfriend was really holding up for years waiting for her. Another centred around her breasts, jiggling up and down; yet another showed her face, twisting with pleasure, being pushed deep into sheets, as Max pounded her brutally from behind.

In other words, it was a perfect background for what she was about to do.

Roxanne pushed the heavy, colour-coded keyboard back, getting comfortable on Max's desk, amongst dozens of pieces of computer equipment only he knew about.

- I don't know about you, but I've got a taste for sex in an editing room, under our boss' nose. What do you say, Max?

A/N: Oh, and yeah, the reporter role-play was kinda inspired by the job the Roxanne-looking girl in "Ducktales" reboot took by the end of it.