can we take a moment to just think about how incredibly scary magical healing is in-context?
You get your insides ripped open but your friend waves his hands and your flesh just pulls back together, agony and evisceration pulling back to a ‘kinda hurts’ level of pain and you’re physically whole, with the 100% expectation that you’ll get back up and keep fighting whatever it was that struck you down the first time.
You break your arm after falling somewhere and after you’re healed instead of looking for ‘another way around’ everybody just looks at you and goes “okay try again”.
You’ve been fighting for hours, you’re hungry, thirsty, bleeding, crying from exhaustion, and a hand-wave happens and only two of those things go away. you’re still hungry, you’re still weak from thirst, but the handwave means you have ‘no excuse’ to stop.
You act out aggressively maybe punch a wall or gnash your teeth or hit your head on something and it’s hand-waved because it’s ‘such a small injury you probably can’t even feel it anymore’ but the point was that you felt it at all?
Your pain literally means nothing because as long as you’re not bleeding you’re not injured, right? Here drink this potion and who cares about the emotional exhaustion of that butchered village, why are you so reserved in camp don’t you think it’s fun retelling that time you fell through a burning building and with a hand-wave you got back up again and ran out with those two kids and their dog?
Older warriors who get a shiver around magic-users not because of the whole ‘fireball’ thing but the ‘I don’t know what a normal pain tolerance is anymore’ effect of too much healing. Permanent paralysis and loss of sensation in limbs is pretty much a given in the later years of any fighter’s life. Did I have a stroke or did the mage just heal too hard and now this side of my face doesn’t work? No i’m not dead from the dragon’s claws but I can’t even bend my torso anymore because of how the scar tissue grew out of me like a vine.
Magical healing is great and keeps casualties down.
Hey could you please do an imagine where the reader and jimin are fighting and he says that he hates that she’s really clingy and he hates when she ‘steals’ his clothes and that hurts you but you didn’t show it and then you guys make up but you still thought about what he said so you stopped being clingy and stopped wearing his clothes and doesn’t realize at first but when does, he feels really bad and sad bc he loves when u are clingy and loves when you wear his clothes.
Your eyes followed your boyfriend’s annoyed figure as he paced around the room. Today must have been really stressful for him because since he came through the door he’s been nothing but on edge. A small thought in the back of your head told you not to pick a fight with him but another part of you knew that you didn’t need to be treated rudely because of something that effected him at work.
“Fine. Look, I’m sorry….Let’s just drop it..” You told him, sitting back on the bed.
Jimin stopped in his tracks, looking back at you.
“Drop it? Y/N this might not be a big deal to you but this isn’t something I’m just going to drop!”
You grew silent as you heard his voice raise towards you. He groaned, bringing his hands up to his face.
“All I’m saying is I can’t have you texting me all the time. I already got scolded once for responding during a meeting and I really don’t need to be on my boss’ bad side right now. It’s just- too much…Sometimes I feel like you’re always trying to talk to me about something and I need personal space. I don’t get why that’s so hard for you to grasp..” He mumbled.
“I just missed you. I didn’t think it was a big deal-”
“You didn’t think. That’s my point.”
You tilted your head, giving him a direct look.
“What the hell is your problem today? I already said I was sorry..”
Jimin sat down on the bed.
“There’s just so much going on right now and I just don’t need you always on me. Maybe we should take a break or something.”
Your eyes widened at the words you feared most besides, “I think we should break up”.
“You can’t be serious-”
You hand extended to hold onto your boyfriend’s arm but Jimin pulled his own away.
“I can’t do this right now. I can’t hear about how much I’m away from you, I can’t deal with you always stealing my clothes, or waiting for me to come home, or making jokes about me leaving you all the time. I’m tired of you being so clingy!”
The tears you were holding back started to well up on your eyes until your vision became blurred. You hadn’t realized how he really felt about all of this. You had just assumed that all those times you were missing him that he was feeling the exact same way. You stood up from the bed, sliding the hoodie of his that you were wearing and threw it onto the ground.
“Fine! I won’t be!”
Seeing you cry must have really hit a nerve in him because before you were able to head out of the door he stood up in front of you. He held you against his chest even as you tried to push him away.
“Wait. I didn’t mean it about the break thing. This went way too far and I crossed the line. I wasn’t trying to make you cry, I just got upset over nothing.”
He looked down at you but you avoided looking up at him as your head was now resting on his chest. He could feel your head move every time you sniffled, just giving him even more guilt.
“This isn’t really about you texting me too much. I think the lack of sleep and over working is just getting to me…I’m really sorry. I’m taking this out on you when it’s not even your fault.”
You felt his warm hands come up to your cheeks as he leaned your head up to face him.
“I’m so sorry…” He whispered.
Jimin used his sleeve as an attempt to wipe your tears off
and by the look in his eyes you could tell he really meant what he was saying.
You knew this sort of stuff was hard on him but you wish he wouldn’t hold it
all in until he explodes all the time. Nonetheless you accept your boyfriend’s
apology by giving him a nod.
“Seriously. If I ever do something like this again I really
wouldn’t blame you for leaving me.”
The worried expression on his face made you crack.
“I get it.” You let out.
Jimin gave you a light kiss on top of your forehead.
“Should we get ready to go out for dinner then? It’s on me.”
He said in a convincing tone.
Seeing the puppy eyes he was giving you, you gave in
“Alright.” You smiled, running off to get dressed.
Ever since that one fight things seemed a little off between
the two of you. He would do things that made you think he was still trying to
make up for that one day and even though it still bothered you, you wish he
would just let it go. You tried to be empathetic but you didn’t want him to
keep doing things just to keep you happy. You wanted things to just be normal
so you decided that maybe it wasn’t all just because of work. Maybe he actually
wanted space and was afraid to come to terms with it and tell you. From now on
you didn’t send him good morning texts at work, no checking up on him, no
telling him that you miss him or think about him, no more wearing his clothes
because their comfortable or smell like him, no more waiting for him to come
home in the living room, and no more random I love you’s.
Jimin also was taking notice of the new changes between you
both. He was, in fact, trying to do things to make up for what happened because
of how bad he felt. He’d bring home presents, take you out, try to text you
more often, and just overall praise you whenever you were around. The problem
was he couldn’t help but think you were mad at him still since you started to
distance yourself. That is until he realized the things he spewed off during
the fight between you. He wondered if you were distancing yourself because of
what he said despite him not meaning it. Jimin loved coming home to finding you
waiting for him or surprising him with how much you loved him. He missed seeing
you wake up wearing his shirt from last night or stealing a hoodie or two from
his closet. He never really noticed how much he loved those things about you
until they were gone. It was starting to drive him crazy.
As you’re sitting on the couch on your laptop you hear him
come home, shutting the door in a rush. You pretend to be uninterested, just
scrolling through your dashboard but you hear him walk all the ways over to
you. As his figure shadows over you, you look up at him.
“I can’t do this anymore. I don’t know what I can do to take
all of what I said back but I want to. I miss you like crazy and god, I love
you so much, you know that? There isn’t a second that I’m not thinking about
you and there’s not a second that goes by that I’m not reminded of you. I want
you to take wear my stuff until it smells like you, I want you to text me
during work to tell me what you can’t wait to do until I’m home, I want you to
just-…I want you to love me like you did before.”
Speechless you sit up from your seat to face him properly as
you push aside the laptop in your lap.
You hadn’t expected him to come home like this nor did you think you
were the one doing the wrong thing. You thought you were just doing what he
wanted but there was a hidden guilty pleasure from hearing him admit how much
he needs you. You decided to just tease
him a little bit more.
“Hmm, I don’t know. It’s just not really my thing anymore
and I think you were right. Somethings are just better left unsaid. I mean you
already know I love you, why would I need to tell you that daily?”
Jimin groaned, pouting like a child.
You crossed your arms across your chest.
Without warning you feel him cup your face like before but
instead of wiping your tears you felt the familiar feeling of his soft, full
lips being pressed up against yours. He took 5 long seconds to completely make
you feel as if you were going to melt in your seat just from one kiss. As he
pulled away from you, you saw the glimpse of seriousness in his eyes.
“I miss you. Please….just forgive me this once?”
Damn it. For once you thought you had the upper hand but his
dumb cute face and amazing lips had won you over again.
A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO
“Reading anything good?” Dean asks.
Sam’s inside the gas station, picking up some snacks instead of listening to this conversation, so your face doesn’t feel the need to flush with embarrassment. Dean already knows exactly what you’re reading.
“I guess,” you tell him. No need to feed his ego by telling him how hot the story is.
Prompt: There’s this comedian called Michael Mcintyre
who has a chat show and sometimes plays this game called “send to
all” where he takes the guests phone and sends a mass text out then reads
the replies out. It’s on you tube and hilarious but anyway i was wondering if
you could do something where the reader is an actress on the show and agrees to
play and he sends out a flirty text or something like that and she gets a few
funny replies from Evans, Fassbender, Macavoy, Cumberbatch and TOM HIDDLESTON Note: Okay so I went a bit mad with this one and did make a few adjustments, however 99% of it is what was asked for. This one is for the lovely @dohegotthesuperbooty - I’m sorry it took so long (I’m really behind!!) - for anyone who is interested, the video behind this idea can be found here.
You were stood at the side of the stage awaiting your cue;
it was your turn to appear on several British chat shows to promote your new
film. You were staring in a new rom-com opposite Tom Hiddleston; the two of you
had become very close over the last course of shooting the film, a fact that
had purposely been left out of the media.
The show you were appearing on was that of comedian Michael
McIntyre. All you could think about was his infamous game of ‘Send to All’. The
producers had prepared you for the game; however it was up to the host as to
whether or not you would be playing.
From centre stage, you heard Michael call your name. You
began to walk over, the crowd went wild. Walking over to your seat, you waved
to the audience. Once you reached the spot where Michael was stood, he gave you
a friendly hug and welcomed you to the show. The two of you took your seats.
Once the crowd had quietened down, he welcomed you to the show once again.
“So, welcome to the show!” He smiled.
“Thank you!” You said with a smile, “Thanks for having me, I’m a big fan of the
show but I never thought I’d be sat here!” You exclaimed.
The interview was going extremely well, you were laughing
and joking with both the audience and the host. Then he said those words you
really didn’t want to hear.
“So we have a bit of a tradition on this show.” Michael began to laugh;
everyone knew what he was going to say. “I like to play a lovely little game called ‘Send to All’ with my guests, are you up
for a go?”
You started to think, what options did you have? If you were to say no… well,
you’d only be forced to play to prove you had nothing to hide.
“Sure!” You said, a little too enthusiastically.
“Excellent!” Michael matched your tone. “The rules are simple, I’m going to
come up with a message to send to all of the contacts in your phone and we’re
going to leave it over the course of the show and then see who replies!”
“Great, can you just not send it to my mum” you laughed, as did everyone else
in the studio.
“Okay, I think I’ve come up with the perfect message”
“Oh no” you joked as you handed over your phone.
“Here goes…” Michael typed each word as he said it. “Hey, it… feels… like
we haven’t seen… each other… in such a long time…” Michael stopped typing
and looked over to you, he was giggling at the message he was typing. You on
the other hand were using your laughter to disguise how red your face had
become. “Why don’t we…” he continued to type “meet up… for a drink… or two?”
Michael turned to you once again, “Do you use emoticons?” he asked.
“Probably too much” you responded.
“Excellent, how about little kisses?” he asked.
“Yeah, I guess, just one though. And always lowercase!” you added.
“In that case, I’ll add a little winking face and a kiss!” He looked up and
addressed the audience. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have our text message!” The
audience cheered. “Okay, here’s the message…” he paused and cleared his throat,
“Hey, it feels like we haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Why don’t
we meet up for a drink or two [question mark] [winking face] [kiss]” he
laughed, as did the audience. You began to laugh but at the same time you were
slowly bringing your hands up to your face to once again, cover up how red it
was. “What do you think, shall we send to all?!” He asked the audience. They
went wild. “It’s gone, sent!” Michael turned back around and walked to his seat
to continue your interview.
You spent the rest of the interview trying not to think
about the messages currently coming through to your phone. You had just about
removed the thought from your mind when Michael said “Right, well there’s just
one last piece of business we need to discuss before I let you go.” He paused
while the audience reacted. “Let’s read out some of the replies to the text we
sent from your phone shall we? Okay so the message we sent read ‘Hey, it feels
like we haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Why don’t we meet up for a
drink or two [question mark] [winking face] [kiss]’. Wow, okay so you’ve got a
fair few replies here!” The audience cheered.
“Better than getting none I suppose” you joked.
“Right, first up we have Chris Evans ladies and gentlemen! Wait, is this Captain
America Chris Evans or BBC Radio DJ Chris Evans?” he asked you.
“I don’t think I should answer that until you’ve read the reply,” you laughed
“no it’s Captain America Chris Evans” you smiled.
“Well Chris replied with ‘Dude, we aren’t even in the same country right now!
Count me in for next time though, we’ll all go out’ how nice is that! But what
does he mean by ‘all’?
“Yeah, he’s a good egg!” you smiled, “I’m guessing he just means getting the
old gang back together”
“Okay next up is… it looks like you’ve got the number of everyone who’s ever
been in a Marvel film here!” the two of you laughed as he continued to look for
the next reply. “I think we will go for this one next, James McAvoy.”
“Oh no!” you exclaimed as you brought your hands to your face, “This is going
to be a bad one isn’t it!”
“That depends what it means! It says ‘Are ye sure pal? You know what happened
last time!’ then there’s one of those laughing and crying faces. What happened
last time?” He questioned you.
You tried to contain the laughter, “nothing, nothing happened last time – at
least nothing that you’re all probably thinking anyway! All that happened was a
few of us had gone out and had far too much to drink, we all got a taxi and
when it was my stop James helped me out of the taxi and then after insisting I
was fine… I fell up the steps.” The audience and Michael laughed at your story,
you chuckled, after all it had been quite funny.
“Wonderful, we have time for just a few more! Who’s next?
‘Benny C’ is that who I think it is?” you nodded in response. “We have to read
this one! It says ‘Sorry not tonight, I’ve got my hands full. However you can
both count me in next time!’ At least he’s up for the next time, but what does
he mean by both?” he questioned you.
“Well a fair few people know I’m here
tonight, he probably just knows it was you” you smiled.
“Hmm,” Michael looked as you quizzically.
“He is Sherlock Holmes after all,” you added “all that detective knowledge has
to have rubbed off”
Michael agreed with you and moved on, “Okay, this is the last one now, let’s go
for the man himself, your co-star Mr Tom Hiddleston ladies and gentlemen!” The
audience cheered, some more excited than others as you heard several women let
out high pitched screams.
Your face turned the brightest shade of red possible; you could only hope that
he hadn’t said anything that would give the two of you away.
“Let’s see what he has to say shall we,” Michael cleared his throat, “’Darling,
we spent six months together making a film and I’ve seen you every night since
we got home. Shall I come and pick you up? x T’” Michael took a moment for
everyone to process the message he had just read. “Well, well, well! It looks
like you were hiding something after all. Anything you want to say?” He asked.
“No, not really” you responded, you could feel yourself getting warmer. You
were debating whether or not to address it, although Tom had practically
already made that decision for you and left you without a choice. In the end,
you decided it was best to talk. “When you shoot a romantic film you spend a
lot of time with your co-star and about sixty percent of that time you’re in
quite an intimate position.” The redness was starting to disappear from your
face, replaced only by a smile that suggested you were happily in love.
“Well ladies and gentlemen, it looks like the show is ending
on a lovely note! Thank you to all of tonight’s guests and I’ll see you next
You chuckled softly and excused yourself from the conversation you were having with one of your friends.
Harry drunkenly plopped his body next to yours, his body almost on top of yours. He buried his face into your neck and smiled.
As if your hands had a mind of their own, they started to rub his back in a soothing matter. “How are you doing, birthday boy?”
Harry hummed and pulled his body back so he could look at you properly. He had a stupid, drunk, smile on his face. “I’m having the time of my life!”
You laughed, heart swelling at your best friend. “Good! You deserve the world.”
Even in Harry’s drunken state, his stomach did backflips hearing your words.
“Harry! Come on, let’s dance!” a female voice shouted from the middle of the dance floor.
You cleared your throat and nodded your head towards her, “Your girlfriend is calling you.”
Harry looked back between Brooklyn and you. He opened his mouth but was interrupted by Brooklyn calling him once again.
You tapped on his cheek, “Go! We’ll talk later!” Harry gave you a peck on your cheek and promised to meet up again later and proceeded to dance with Brooklyn.
You stared as he wrapped his arm around her waist and gave her a hard kiss to which she returned, her arms wrapping around his neck. You cleared your throat and looked down at the beer bottle in your hands before taking a long chug from it.
Louis came over and sat next to you, placing a hand on your thigh. He leaned into your ear and whispered, “I saw that.”
You looked at Louis and smirked, “What? Saw Harry acting like a proper drunk idiot?”
Louis shook his head and returned a smirk back to you, “No. Saw you drooling over the drunk idiot.”
You smacked Louis hard on his chest. “I told you that in secrecy!”
Louis rubbed where you hit him and gave you a look, “Oi! I haven’t told anyone!”
You narrowed your eyes at him, “I’m surprised you haven’t with that giant mouth of yours.”
Louis held his hands up in defense, “To be honest with you, I am too.”
You gave him one more look before the two of you burst out into laughter. You shook your head and looked back to Harry and Brooklyn dancing to a slower song, arms wrapped around each other. Still looking at him, you told Louis, “Doesn’t matter. He would never feel the same anyways.”
The next morning, you woke up to a slight headache. Damn it. Should have drank more water last night. You picked up your phone to see several messages from Harry, no doubt he texted it to you when he was drunk; the thought making you smile softly.
Y/N love! Miss you!
We should totally rent a boat.
Promised you a dance! Where r u
Did u leave u dick
LOL you don’t have a dick
Wait do u
You laughed at Harry’s texts, wondering how in the world could he ever get these kind of ideas in his head. You glanced at the time at the top of your phone and figured you should make sure he got home alright.
“Hello?” Harry groggily answered.
“Morning sunshine.” You smiled getting up from your bed, heading over to the kitchen.
“I am anything from being in a sunshine mood this morning” Harry said, eyes closed, snuggling into his covers. “Can you bring me breakfast?”
You shut your fridge door and balanced the phone between your ear and shoulder, twisting a water bottle open, “Pass.”
Harry groaned loudly into the phone, “But it’s my birthday!”
You gulped down your swig of water, “It was last night, idiot!” Harry pouted, “But I’m hungry. And you love me.”
You rolled your eyes and chuckled. Harry whined, “Please Y/N.”
You sighed and smiled, shaking your head. “Fine.”
Harry cheered before wincing from the sudden movement, very hung over. “Maybe bring some aspirin as well.”
You were humming to yourself softly, holding a bag filled with Harry’s favorite breakfast: Avocado toast. Yours: A chocolate croissant.
You walked up to George, Harry’s doorman and dropped a bag in front of him. You smiled, “Hey George.”
George looked up at you and smiled before reaching into the bag. “Morning Miss Y/L/N.”
“I grabbed you a breakfast sandwich this time. George put his hand over his heart, “A woman that knows my heart.”
You laughed and walked away, “See ya, George!”
After taking the elevator to Harry’s apartment, you finally got to his door. You pulled his spare key out of your pocket and unlocked the door. You shut the door quietly, careful not to make too much noise. You placed your purse and bad with food on the counter. You began to walk to Harry’s bedroom but froze instantly. You heard a very loud moan come out of his room. You peeked your head from behind the hallway and were met with a rather disgusting sight. Brooklyn was on her knees in front of Harry. You quickly turned around and walked away, picking up the food and purse on your way out. Once you finally exited his apartment, you leaned against the door and sighed. She must of came over as soon as we hung up. Not wanting to let the food go to waste, you reached into your back pocket and pulled out your phone.
Louis sat at his dining room table, hand on his chin, pouting, “If I knew you were going to give me this, I wouldn’t have answered your text.” You shrugged your shoulders, finishing the rest of your croissant. “Harry loves that.”
Louis crossed his arms and mumbled, “Harry also likes sardines.”
You wiped your mouth before Louis spoke up again, “Why didn’t you just give him this then?”
You picked at the button on the top of your shirt, “I was but decided not to.”
Louis stared at you, “Brooklyn was there wasn’t she?”
You sighed and shook your head yes. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Brooklyn. She was a very sweet girl. You tried to look for something small to dislike her but unfortunately, you couldn’t. Brooklyn was lovely. She was someone Harry needed.
Louis bit his lip, a look of sympathy on his face. He didn’t understand how Harry could be so blind. Y/N was perfect in his eyes. She was funny, the right amount of sassy, and beautiful. Anyone would be lucky to have the honor to call her their girlfriend. Wanting to change your mood, he asked, “Let me show you something.”
“Louis! That was awesome!” You shouted. The two of you were sat in Louis’s mini studio inside his apartment. He just played back a song that he was recently working on, planning for it to be his next hit.
Louis pressed the stop button and smiled brightly at you, “You liked it?”
“Loved it! So proud of you!” You smiled, giving him a hug. Louis smiled and hugged you back a little tighter, “I’m glad.”
Harry was sat on the couch in your living room apartment, feet on the coffee table. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in a while.” You came back into the living room, popcorn in your hands. You sat next to him, getting into the same comfortable position as well. You shrugged your shoulders and grabbed the remote, going through the DVR. You clicked on the episode of Game of Thrones you were looking for and nestled into the couch a little more. “Wait, you skipped an episode. We didn’t watch that one yet.” Harry interrupted you.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot I watched that episode with Louis the other night” you said, grabbing the remote again. “I’ll watch it again if you’ll like.”
Harry turned his body so it was facing you, “Since when have you and Louis started hanging out?”
You shrugged your shoulders once more, “We’ve always hung out.” Harry scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah..but never alone..”
You gave him a confused look, “What does that have to do with anything?”
Harry sighed, “It doesn’t but I didn’t know you guys were on that friendship level..”
You gave him one more look before laughing, “Louis is great company, what’s the big deal?”
Harry got back into his position and rested his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer, a sense of worry going through his body. “I’m being silly, sorry love. Can we watch the episode?”
You were holding your chest, trying to gain your breath back. Louis stood next to you, tapping his foot, hands on his hips. “Y/N-” You held up your finger, still trying to catch your breath.
He rolled his eyes. “Oh for fuck’s sake, Y/N it was only a block!”
You and Louis started to grab some takeout. While you guys were walking back to his apartment, it started to rain. Not wanting the food to get ruined, Louis suggested the two of you to run the short distance. Finally, you were able to breathe. You narrowed your eyes at him, “I could have slipped on the rain and died.”
The two of you stepped into the elevator, he smirked at you. “That would be an unfortunate way to die. ‘Girl defeated by rain.’ Now that’s a buzzfeed article I would read.”
Ever since Harry’s birthday party, you and Louis became insanely close. At first you saw Louis as a distraction from your feelings for Harry but eventually you grew to really enjoy his company. Louis always admired you and hanging out with you lately has made his feelings for you grow more.
After the two of you finished the food, you really wanted to hear Louis’s new song again. Louis pretended to be annoyed but his heart warmed at the thought of you loving his song. As Louis played back the song, you began dancing like a mad woman. Louis was watching you, laughing at your horrid dance moves. As you were dancing, your foot caught on one of the wires that was on the floor. Louis quickly grabbed you before you fell to the floor. You placed your hands on his arms and looked up at him. You don’t know who kissed who first but you soon found yourself sitting on Louis’s lap, hands tangled in his hair. The two of you kissing as his song was playing quietly in the background, repeating itself.
You were walking to your door, hand in your hand, smiling at Louis’s latest text to you. You quickly sent him a text, arranging to meet up later. As soon as you opened the door, Harry was on the other side. His hand was up, looking like he was going to knock before you opened the door. “Hey. what are you doing here?” you asked, putting your phone into your back pocket.
Prison AU: inmate dan becomes officer Phil's personal fuck toy at the prison.
Warning!! Smut: Inmate! Dan, guard! Phil, dom! Phil, sub! Dan, degradation, feminization, spanking, choking, daddy kink, hand jobs, blow jobs, closet sex, etc etc.
~Dan was told many things whenever he was first put into prison. He was told he would lose weight, eat less, exercise more, have to fight more, cigarettes were considered currency, all the usual stuff you’d be told before going to prison. No one, however, told him one thing in particular: That he would be a prison bitch.
~Dan had always known he was gay on some level, and didn’t much care for the idea of unconsented sexual relationships in prison, which he had also been warned about beforehand. But he wasn’t just a prison bitch to another prisoner, no of course not, a guard had claimed him.
~Phil Lester was a well respected officer, he had been working here for a few years and everyone was proud of him for his years of diligent hard work. He was a man of secrecy though, kept to himself most often, about many things, including his love life. Many of his coworkers had in the past asked him about his love life, but he never spoke about it. Again, being a man of secrecy, his love life fell under that veil.
~Dan had met Phil during his first year in. He knew who he was from the moment he saw him, the blue eyes strikingly familiar in a way that made his stomach knot up with old feeling swelling up. They had been together in high school, breaking up just before graduation due to having different career path choices, and different college choices. So they had decided it best for their relationship to just break up before making things too complicated.
~Phil was doing rounds, bunk checks were regular after an incident that happened a few weeks past. He looked through each bunk thoroughly, walking through the narrow hall and going into each one to check individually. He slowly walked in bunk 13, meeting his eyes with a pair of familiar brown eyes he hadn’t seen since he spent two years looking into them daily. Dan Howell.
~Phil smirked, deciding to play fun at their chance to catch up. “Inmate. What are you in for?” He asked, leaning on the cement frame of the small room and looking around to make sure no one noticed them before meeting his eyes back with Dan’s. “Vandalism. Mom had some asshole boyfriend start beating her, I destroyed his house, car, work area, everywhere I could. I wanted to destroy him like he had been destroying mom.”
~Phil chuckled quietly, smiling fondly. “So. You still the same old mama’s boy I see.” He smirked. Dan scoffed softly, rolling his eyes and crossing his legs on his mattress, looking up at Phil with a grin. “Shut up.” He hummed. “I got three years for it too. In my opinion, totally worth it.”
~Phil nodded, looking around as the rest of the prisoners moved to the lunch area. No one would mind if he held Dan up, after all, he was an officer, he could do as he liked to the prisoners pretty much. He walked over and sat by him, smiling. “I haven’t seen you in so long.”
~Dan chuckled softly and nodded, looking at him. “Yeah. I haven’t seen you since you tore my heart out and stomped on it.” He murmured a little. “Seriously? Dan we aren’t 17 anymore you cannot still be brooding over me leaving you. I was going to a school 4 hours away from you. It would have been too hard!” He sighed, placing a hand on Dan’s thigh. “You know I loved you. I cried the whole time because I didn’t wanna leave. I loved you too much.”
~Dan sighed, closing his eyes and leaning back. “You shouldn’t touch me. Even talking to me so intimately could cost you your job.” He sighed again, his tone a little sad. “I got suspended for you four times in a year, lost two jobs over you, and gotten a teacher fired for you just because my dad is a lawyer. Danny, as it was before, it’d be worth it to lose a job over you.”
~Dan smiled softly, his dimple popping out and a light blush spreading across his cheeks. “I haven’t been called Danny in a very long time. Especially not by a guy so cute.” He hummed, swaying a little from side to side and nudging Phil.
~Phil chuckled softly, glancing around again just for safety before leaning in and pecking Dan’s cheek. “I’ve missed you. And you’re flirting.” He smiled. “Oh the flirting can get much worse. Have I ever said how much I love a man in uniform? Although, looking good in the uniform isn’t the challenge. Looking good with it off is. And I can guarantee you look damn good with it off.” He smiled bashfully at his own flirting, leaning his head on Phil’s shoulder.
~Phil laughed quietly, shaking his head and kissing his hair softly. “Why does this feel so familiar? I feel like I’m 17 again and my boyfriend is trying to get into my pants after homecoming.” He laughed.
~Dan smiled sweetly. “It does feel familiar doesn’t it?” He agreed, feeling Phil’s fingers lace with his own. “Even after all these years when you touch me I get butterflies…” He smiled, nuzzling his neck a little. “That your way of telling me you got a boner or something?” Phil snickered, feeling Dan shove him over, his laugh ringing in his ears.
~Phil smiled in adoration as they calmed down from their mutual laughter, letting Dan settle back against him before taking his hand in his own once more. “You know, orange really isn’t your color.” He commented. “And what do you suppose I do about it? It’s the only attire I’ll be allowed to wear for the next few years.” He chuckled, this time a bit sadly.
~Phil smirked again, squeezing his hand. “You could just take it off sometimes. Preferably when you’re with me.” He suggested, only half kidding. “You just miss my ass don’t you?” Dan smirked back, going along with his flirting. “Oh fuck yes I did.” Phil laughed, almost snorting. “I have to admit, it to this day is the best ass I’ve ever gotten. Probably because I love the person attached to it so much..” He smiled.
~Dan flushed pink, giggling quietly and looking up at him, moving into his lap and starting to play with his hair. “I never really got over you either, as cheesey as it may sound.” He bit his lip, and Phil felt the same butterflies in his stomach he got the day he had first kissed Dan. He was so pretty, he hadn’t aged a day. Granted it had only been a few years, but still. He was just as breathtaking a sPhil remembered him to be.
~Phil smiled at him, his hopes raising. He knew he couldn’t make a relationship with Dan again, not with him being in prison and all. But he could, at the very least, get to know him again. “Yeah?” He asked, seeing Dan nod. “Yeah..” He said.
~They were dangerously close, close enough that Phil could lean in not even an inch and close the gap between them with ease. His hands shook, he could get fired and he did love this job, he didn’t want to get fired by any means. But the way Dan looked, his hair curly and longer than it used to be, his big brown doe eyes burning into him, his lips soft and pink, the bottom caught between his teeth; he was down right irresistible, and so, on impulse, he leaned in and kissed Dan with all the passion, lust, and love he had harbored for him all these years.
~Dan kissed back with the same ferocity, lips and tongue and teeth clashing in a messy, heated kiss. His eyes were practically rolling to the back of his head, his fingers tugging at Phil’s hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer.
~Phil noticed his hands starting to wander, unable to care, gripping the ass he has been still getting off to to this day. He slid his tongue along Dan’s, exploring his mouth as if he never had before, trailing over to kiss his jawline and his neck.
~Dan leaned to the side, his eyes fluttering shut and a soft moan escaping his lips. “You’re neck is still such a fucking g-spot for you huh baby boy?” He purred, nipping and sucking, but not leaving marks. Dan was letting out soft moans, the room quiet all except for Dan’s panting and breathy moaning. “Please..” He begged quietly, desperate to be silent but knowing it was going to be nearly impossible, especially for him.
~Phil smirked against his pale skin, dragging his teeth over a vein in his neck and chuckling. “You gonna beg me baby? Beg for my cock like the slut you always are for me?” He asked, starting to unbutton Dan’s jumpsuit. Sure, they could be caught, sure this was wrong, sure this could cost him his job; But looking at Dan, his shirt halfway undone, his cock straining against his slightly chubby stomach, his eyes shut and moans slipping past his lips, Phil was reminded of just how much he didn’t care.
~Phil caught his lips for another rough kiss, slipping his hand down to grip Dan’s cock, stroking slowly. Dan nipped Phil’s bottom lip, tugging softly before moaning again, thankful everyone was at lunch and no one was around to hear the whorish noises he was making. “I’m barely even touching you.” Phil smirked. “And you’re already so close aren’t you?” He asked, speeding up his movements, swiping over the head of his cock with his thumb and collecting the beading precum.
~Dan whimpered, nodding half heartedly as he desperately bucked up his hips, trying to get more, Phil’s slow pace so delicious but so damn torturous. “More.” He begged again, leaning his head back and bucking his hips to no avail, Phil holding them down with force. “What do you want baby?” He asked, removing his hand from Dan and hearing him whine loudly at the loss, his hips still bucking up in desperation, trying to get friction to his throbbing cock.
~Dan whined again, finally relenting in understanding that Phil wouldn’t do anymore to him until he begged. And so as many times before, he dropped all pride, and begged like a whore for his rightful owner to fuck him senseless. “Please sir fuck me please! No one can make me cum like you do, please daddy, please I’ll do anything!” Tears fell past his eyes, he was so easy to work up and Phil would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on.
~Phil smirked smugly, nodding and kissing him briefly, slipping a key into his hand. “There’s a closet down the hall. Everyone else will be outside in the yard. I’ll be there in a moment.” He instructed. “I want you naked and stretched by the time I’m in there and if you aren’t? I’ll spank that perfect ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for the next week.” He finished and Dan nodded eagerly, getting up off his lap and dashing down the hall to do as told.
~Phil waited for some time to pass before making his way down to where he knew Dan was at, opening the door and smirking to himself. It was dimly lit, the window on the door covered, but most notable of this all was Dan. Dan who was bent over a small table, three fingers inside himself, stretching himself open and moaning loudly.
~Phil walked over, slapping Dan;s ass hard and making him squeak. “You better shut the fuck up slut. Or everyone in this damn prison is going to hear you acting like a fucking whore for me. Do you want tha Danny? Knowing you I bet you would. Everyone here to know your ass belongs to me, that pretty pink cunt is for me and me only to stretch open and fucking ruin.” he smacked his ass again, gripping the soft skin. “Isn’t that right baby?” He asked.
~Dan only moaned in response, feeling another harsh slap to his ass after he didn’t respond properly. “Fuck! Yes yes you’re right daddy! I want everyone to know I’m yours.” He admitted.
~Phil chuckled, flipping Dan around and pushing him to his knees. “No lube baby. Guess you’ll just have to get my cock wet enough with that beautiful mouth of yours.” He smirked, lifting Dan’s chin to make eye contact.
~Dan nodded, unbuckling his belt and undoing his jeans as quick as his fingers would let him. He tugged down his pants, mouthing over him through his boxers slowly. He kept looking up at Phil, wide innocent eyes, as if he was doing nothing arousing whatsoever. Phil groaned quietly, the cold air hitting his hard cock as Dan pulled him free from his boxers.
~Dan slowly licked up the side, putting on a show almost, wanting to do his absolute best, but still be a tease in the process. He swirled his tongue around his tip, wrapping his lips around him and slowly bobbing down. He kept a slow pace, taking Phil into his mouth and swiping his tongue over his slit every time he came back up.
~Phil tangled his fingers into Dan’s hair, pushing him down with force and watching Dan hollowing his cheeks to accommodate him, speeding up his movements. Dan bobbed his head quickly, his tongue working over every inch of his cock, making sure he’d be slicked up enough to fuck him painlessly before Phil pulled him off. He wiped the spit dripping from his mouth, the taste of precum stuck to his tongue in a way that made him even more desperate to be filled up and fucked hard.
~Phil pulled him up by the hair, pushing him over the desk and smacking his ass once more. He slowly rubbed his tip over his slightly gaping hole, pushing in just the tip before pulling out again. “You know the drill, I’m sure..” He smirked.
~Dan whimpered, looking back at him and blinking, his lips parted and his thighs starting to shake, his breathing unsteady. “Daddy please..I love being your toy. Letting you fuck me, mark me, break me, cum deep inside me. Please. Make me yours.” He whined, and that was all it took for Phil to slam in.
~Dan cried out, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes, pain and pleasure, along with his tears, clouding his vision as he looked back at Phil. He rocked his hips back, letting himself adjust but wanting more already. Phil smirked, pulling out and slamming back in not too long after, another loud and whiny moan passing Dan’s parted lips.
~Phil gripped his ass, watching himself slide in and out of the younger male, his hips pushing back against him with each hard thrust. “So good for me baby..” He gripped with both hands, kneading his ass as he sped up his thrusts, steadily slamming into him over and over again, his hips hitting against Dan’s ass with each rough thrust into him.
~Dan was struggling to stay silent, moaning loudly, the whole room smelling of sex, and the only noise to be heard in the whole area his loud, porn star moaning. Phil leaning forward, wrapping his hand around Dan’s throat and choking him. “Shut the fuck up!” He hissed, listening to Dan choke on his own moans, silencing significantly but still sounding beautiful with his symphony of whorish moans.
~Phil kept slamming in, hitting his prostate dead on each time with precision, as if he still knew exactly where to hit to drive Dan wild. “You sound like such a fucking whore all for me baby..” He leaned down to bite his earlobe, smirking. “Letting me fuck your pretty little cunt, making such loud noises for me baby. How did I ever get so lucky?” He praised, listening to Dan have to stifle another loud moan, the pressure on his throat increasing along with his arousal from what Phil was saying.
~Phil tugged down softly at his earlobe, tightening his grip on his throat as he grew closer, the pressure building in his lower stomach. He let go of Dam’s throat, hearing him gasp and moan as he tried to get his breath back. He reached down, wrapping his hand around Dan’s cock tightly and stroking in time with his harsh erratic thrusts.
~Dan cried out, getting louder as the same heat built in his stomach, signifying he was getting closer with every hard thrust against his spot and every harsh tug on his leaking cock. He moaned loudly, hearing Phil let out a soft noise under his breath, coming hard inside of the younger male.
~Phil panted gasping a little as he came hard inside of him, thrusting through his orgasm and feeling Dan tighten around him, the younger male closing his eyes and letting out a long drawn out moan as he came as well, bucking his hips into Phil’s hand to ride out his own orgasm.
~After they had both calmed down they laid against each other, naked and in a small cramped closet, breathing heavy. Eventually they started getting dressed, kissing and saying quick goodbyes since everyone was going to come in soon.
~Dan walked away, a smile on his face and putting his hand in his jumpsuit pockets, feeling a slip of paper in his pocket. He opened it and smiled even wider. “I missed you. Maybe we could do this again sometime?”
A/N: Alright. I wrote this while my little brothers were all next to me playing video games on my tv. So, I’m going to hell, essentially. I hope you like this! It’s 2.9 k of dirtiness. I’ve been watching OITNB lately so this was written literally bc of that not gonna lie.
What are your HCs if someone were to find Victor and Yuuri's very raunchy homemade sex tape? Would they be able to look at Yuuri Katsuki the same way again
It takes Yuuri a moment to reconcile the number of alert bubbles on his lock screen with a reason to panic, but when he unlocks his phone and spies the little red bubble with "529″ above the messages icon, a cold hand has gripped him by the diaphragm and begun squeezing a frigid reality into his chest.
With shaking hands, he opens his missed calls—658, what the hell—and skips right to the voice mails that have stuffed his inbox completely full. Beside him, Victor mumbles something about grass into his pillow.
Everybody he’s seemingly ever met has tried to reach him at some point during the night, and their messages are all variations of the same theme.
Warnings: SMUT. NSFW gifs (may have gotten carried away with those).
Summary: You go undercover with Bucky where you need to get a flashdrive from a HYDRA agent who frequents a men’s club. Your job is to give him a lap dance, get him knocked out, and steal the flash drive. Things don’t go as planned because someone gets a little jealous and decides to, quite literally, knock the agent out.
HEY GUYS so I really wanted to write a smut but there is no plot so whatever is just smut and I wanted to write something like the last scene of 7x01 of TWD and I did it! I hope you like it, and remember English is not my first language and this is my first TWD smut
Warnings: smut and language
Gif is obviously not mine
The past few hours in watch duty had been kind of a torture for me. I’ve been trying to control this since I’ve learned what it actually is. We grew up together, we’ve seen a lot of nasty things together and suddenly we were at the age of awkwardness and hormones and, apparently, mine decided to show up. I’ve been trying to convince myself that he would never agree with this and even if he did it wasn’t a good idea. It would do us no good. Well an orgasm would, though.
Here in Alexandria they have lots of books so I’ve been reading a lot, especially about biology – my favorite class in school – and recently I read about menstrual cycle and sexuality, there is this period when women are ready to get pregnant and that’s when you only want sex. For the past few months I’ve been trying to convince myself that I just want Carl because of this annoying period and he’s the only interesting boy around.
Sometimes I have this feeling that our friendship has changed in a certain way. I think it’s because of the hormones, but we’re touchier and even occasionally flirty. He has this habit of holding the back of my neck whenever we hug each other, or when I’m mad at something he rubs my shoulder or my back, he plays with my hair brushing his long and cold fingers against my ears and neck and sometimes he whispers something to me and I can’t stand that. The hot breath, that amazing voice, the way he says my name. Oh, man! I was losing it.
I felt ridiculous every time Carl popped in my head or whenever I decided to touch myself he would always wind up in my dirty little thoughts.
“(Y/N), you can go. It’s my shift now.” I hear Spencer say.
“Oh and uh… Carol asked me to tell you she’s taking lunch to Rick’s place.”
I nodded and left. Great, I’m having one of those crazy moments and I’m heading straight to the danger. You can do this. I took a deep breath and knocked. I heard laughs from inside and that made me happy because we were doing fine here, we were adapting at last.
Carl opened the door while holding Judith and gave me a smile.
“Come in, (Y/N)” Oh please Carl not today don’t say my name.
The smell of whatever Carol cooked was amazing and she was sitting next to Daryl and they were gazing each other with such warmth, in a cozy and even romantic way. I wanted them to be together but right now it just made me want to turn around and look in Carl’s eye.
We sat down, ate and talked about the most random things. We talked about things we did before the apocalypse, we laughed at things that happened to us and we just enjoyed each other’s company. Don’t think that’s gonna happen again in anytime soon tough.
Then I felt a hand touch my thigh lightly, I closed my eyes trying to keep it together because from where it was coming it had to be Carl’s. I looked at him and he was still paying attention to Glenn, who was telling something very newsworthy because Carl and a few other people in the table were concentrated. He caressed my thigh going down my knee and squeezed a bit and took his hand off. Like doing that was only a reflex, part of a routine. I don’t know if he hadn’t noticed or if he was just pretending to make me confuse.
Later in the same day he did that terrible/delicious massage in my sore shoulders. We offered to wash the dishes, so after lunch everybody went back to their normal activities, and when we were done I made a stupid joke about the amount of plates and forks and sighed. He must’ve gotten that as a complaint because he said “relax” and then came behind the chair I was sitting and pushed my hair aside. His hands were soft and steady, it felt great but I couldn’t let him carry on with this. I placed my hands on top of his and turned my head around.
“Does it bother you?” If he only knew what it actually does to me.
“It’s not that. I just – I should probably get going.” I stood up and he held my arm. I don’t know why, honestly I do know, but when he did that I instantly approached him, looking at his lips. I was unsure if I wanted him to notice or not. If I wanted him to do something about it or just ignore the fact that I was staring at his lips wanting them so badly I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.
“Stay. We can go upstairs and read comics if you like.”
I can’t, not anymore. “I don’t wanna read comics, Carl.” I tried my best to make the sentence self explanatory and bit my lip.
“Do you – uh, wanna go upstairs then?” He clearly wasn’t expecting my reaction but he didn’t step back.
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
He was obviously holding a grin but I didn’t care. He grabbed my hand and led me to his room. The walk was kind of awkward and very silent. When we finally got to his room he closed the door and came towards me. He cupped my face and kissed me tenderly, he was nervous, I could tell. I placed one hand in his chest and the other one in his hair, it was so soft. The kiss was a little sloppy because this was our first kiss ever, I guess. It was amazing though, I just wasn’t sure of what to do so I followed my gut and I believe so did he.
He lowered his hands to my waist and gripped it. I let out a needy sigh and I feel my cheeks hot in embarrassment. I took the hem of his shirt in my hands and lift it, breaking the kiss.
“Are you sure about this?”
I ripped his shirt off and then my own. Carl looked at my breasts like they were a masterpiece, probably because he had never seen breasts before but it made me feel great anyways. I searched for his lips once again and this time he was more confident so his tongue was more demanding. He caressed my back lightly with the tip of his fingers making me shiver. I pull him closer to get some friction and I finally feel his boner and this time I moan in both pleasure and excitement.
Carl lays me down on the bed and kneels between my legs. He kissed my lower abdomen and came up, kissing my breasts still covered by the bra and my collarbone. When he got to my neck he gave me a hickey, probably wanting to mark me down as his and that turned me on so much I wanted to mark him too. He unclasped my bra and pulled it out so fast I didn’t even see what happened to it. Now he was finally looking to my breasts and he blinked a couple of times and said “Is it okay if I…?”
"Go for it.”
He grinned and caught one of them in his hand and massaged it. I had no idea that I was going to like Carl sucking my breast so much, when I felt his mouth on my nipple I was already in heaven, but when he sucked it was something else entirely. I wasn’t able to restrain my moans this time, they were a little loud.
Desperate for a kiss I pulled his hair to bring his head up, he moaned this time and I smiled in the kiss. I took off his belt and once I moved to the zipper his hand shakes a little while I brushed my hand in his arousal more than the necessary to open a zipper on purpose. Carl helped me with the jeans, picked a little package – probably a condom – and looked back at me only in his underwear and I couldn’t help but to look. I must’ve done something pretty greedy and ridiculously embarrassing because he had a huge smirk in his face.
"Shut up.” I said and the smirk became wider.
He took my shorts off and just stood there staring at me like I was his muse or something. I can’t say that I didn’t like it because I loved it but I felt a little uncomfortable. I am confident but suddenly realization of what we were doing and how I was in front of him hit me and I blushed. That didn’t stop me though, my cheeks were burning but so was the wetness between my thighs and I thought that was more important so I wiggled my hips against Carl’s to wake him up and it worked out exactly like I was expecting.
Carl touched the waistband of my underwear and looked at me again asking permission, I guess. Then I lifted my butt of the mattress so he could take the underwear easily and he did.
Carl gazed at my entire body and sighed and mumbled to himself “Finally we’re doing this.”
I felt butterflies in my belly and I smile, like an innocent virgin girl – which I am. I wasn’t the only one after all.
Carl did a trail of kisses from my neck to my lips and rubbed his thumb against my folds; I moaned and rolled my hips against his hand wanting more of that new contact. He smiled in the kiss, and I loved it. Actually I was loving every single moment of it. Carl slipped a finger inside me and curled it and took it off. Then he tried again, this time with two fingers. “Ah, Carl…” I groaned and mellow. My hands were gripping his shoulders for balance or control, I’m not sure, I just thought that if I let go I would fall.
His hand were all over me making me shiver, his kisses weren’t sloppy anymore, and knowing that he wanted this too just made me feel better, maybe wetter too but that’s another case and he won’t be hearing about it.
He positioned himself to my entrance and gave me the look again, I nodded biting my bottom lip. Carl grabbed my thighs and spread them. He glanced to my core and licked his lips. That was so delicious to watch, it was kind of porn but it turned me on so much. He picked the condom and put it on. He pulled me down and I felt his tip in my entrance and rolled my hips to it. I wanted him to know how badly I wanted this, how horny he made me.
"Tell me if it hurts too much, okay?” So thoughtful, so gorgeous. I closed my eyes and nodded. Then I felt it inside me and I couldn’t hold back the almost musical moan. It feels so good, so right. He kept going slowly and suddenly I started to feel this strange ardency and I let out a painful moan, it wasn’t exactly hurting but the surprise and the little burning sensation were enough to make Carl gaze at me worried.
"It’s okay, you can carry on. Just keep the pace. I’ll be fine.”
He pushed a bit more and the feeling was still there but I tried to ignore it and Carl helped me a lot with that. His thumb came back to my clit, just up and down movements and he kissed me passionately while he pushed more. I was feeling the ardency but it didn’t matter because Carl was touching me so much, giving me so much, paying so much attention to me I couldn’t even process the pain. Carl was all over me, literally. In my mind, in my body, everywhere.
Once he was completely inside me with his eye closed and he sighed, he stopped and looked right in my eyes, he didn’t take his hand off my clit. The bad sensation was almost gone by now. “Are you okay?”
I grinned at him “Never better.”
He smirked and pulled it back slowly. It was a torture for him I could see in his eye all the effort he was putting into this, the self control and I smiled like an idiot. His thrusts were still slow and I think he was shaking a little. Just a little but he was.
I wasn’t completely comfortable yet but I was ready for this and his pace was making me impatient, I get that he was being nice and I love him for it but he could make this good for himself. So I rolled my hips a bit so he would understand that it was okay for him to go faster and maybe, just maybe, harder.
He picked up a good pace. It was faster but not too fast yet and it was so intense, it could be only me although his expression was showing that he was loving it as much as I was. His thrusts were getting faster and I was getting there, finally I was taking it all. This was so good, the pleasure was so intense and overwhelming. His sweaty body and his heavy sighs were giving it the best background ever. I think I’ve never seen such a sight. I let out a loud and full of joy and pleasure moan. He smirked at me because this was likely the most inappropriate moan ever.
I couldn’t stop them now, they just kept coming loud and awkward and hot, apparently. I decided to do something different for a change, I rolled my hips and caressed my body going down my clit and touched it for him to see it.
"Fuck, (Y/N)! That’s so hot.”
I smiled widely and arched my back feeling a delicious ache in my lower abdomen and feeling like there was not enough air in my lungs and the strength was leaving my body and I needed desperately to grip something – that something were Carl’s shoulders again – then I felt like I was falling apart and pleasure and relief hitting me like a truck.
"Oh God, Carl!” That was almost a scream, thank God we were alone in the house.
My orgasm show was enough to bring Carl his own, and again was an amazing scene to watch. He moaned loudly and let his elbows clench a little, falling on top of me. He was breathing heavily and he was all sweaty and that was so hot. I felt his heart beating so fast in his chest and I grinned satisfied. He threw himself in the bed and took a deep breath.
He seemed so tired but he was smiling so hard it was creepy. Us smiling wasn’t something easy to see. That made me even happier because I made him smile, I was smiling, we were satisfied and that’s all we need.
"That was fucking awesome!”
I laughed at his excitement. I turned to face him and his eye was piercing. He was so handsome I couldn’t think properly sometimes, like now.
“We can do this again sometime, if you want to.” I said a little scared but mostly confident that he would want to.
"Can ‘sometime’ be now?” he said with a smug smirk on his face and I laughed again.
"Okay, loverboy, just give me a few minutes and we’re back on.”
Omg, please do a fic where Harry's drunk and accidentally confesses to Draco while arguing. Love your writing❤❤😘
((omg you do?! thank you so much!! And in honor of the topic of the prompt, alcohol was involved in my creative process :D))
“What do you mean Muggle alcohol is garbage?! We have so many options, you’ve got like 5. Total!” Seamus screamed with a bottle of Irish whiskey in his hands.
“What do you mean we have options? You’re a wizard, too. And if you do it right you don’t need that many options,” Theodore argued.
“You expect me to think Giggle Water is better than tequila? No, I mean, it’s just noisy champagne?” Hermione said.
“Where did you get good limes this time of year?” Neville asked.
The noise and arguments over booze were overtaking the party. The Eighth Year parties were the worst kept secret at Hogwarts, but since they technically were adults, most of the professors turned a blind eye as long as it stayed among the eighth-years.
Ron’s voice grabbed Harry’s attention, “Blaise is about to do a Jägerbomb.”
“No, Seamus! Not that kind of bomb!” Dean shouted.
Harry shambled over to the crowd forming around Blaise, “Never thought I’d see one of them do something as Muggle as chugging a Jägerbomb.”
“One of them?” a voice drawled behind him.
Harry realized he had spoken aloud. Turning to see Draco standing behind him he tried his best not to eat his words, “Well, yeah. You all look so, er, I don’t know. Professional? That isn’t the word I’m looking for.”
“You mean they always look like they have a stick up their arse,” Seamus slurred.
Draco glared daggers at Seamus. As he opened his mouth to undoubtedly say something equally cutting to Harry, he was interrupted.
“One pass,” Harry said, raising an empty shot glass to Draco’s line of sight. “I’m in no state to be speaking. I’m just asking for one pass.” Without waiting for a response, Harry stumbled away.
Harry made his way to Hermione and her bottle of tequila.
“Not enough liquid courage to talk to him yet?” Hermione asked. Thankfully, Blaise was still the center of attention because she’d lost her ability to keep her voice down.
“Fat lot of good it would do me. I’m not trying to get hexed in the face,” Harry said.
“He’s been flirting with you all week,” Hermione pointed out.
“Telling me I’m not the flier I was two years ago, that my hair would look better if I’d let Hagrid brush it, and bloody weird questions like ‘why do you smell like trees?’ isn’t flirting,” Harry said, taking another shot.
“You’d think you never met him before. Of course he’s flirting with you. And may I point out, he’s been on your arse all night,” Hermione said.
“But not in the way you want, hey Harry?” Seamus shouted, already laughing at his own joke.
“WHERE THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU KEEP COMING FROM?” Harry asked.
“From behind usually,” Seamus said. He was now howling with laughter.
Harry’s already drink-blushed face reddened, “What th- fuck. Nope.” He turned to escape the conversation but stepped right into Draco, sloshing tequila on the both of them.
Draco shoved Harry. “Is talking to me such a horrible concept that you’d rather spend the evening trying to insult, trample, and drown me? Too drunk to fake being nice to me? I don’t understand-”
Draco kept talking but Harry couldn’t focus on his words. He was too busy staring at Draco’s lips. Harry always thought they were thin, but when Draco didn’t have his signature sneer in place, his lips actually looked full and soft. They were a bit more pink than usual and he smelled of cinnamon. Harry laughed.
“What the hell is so funny?” Draco demanded.
“Of course you found the Goldschläger,” Harry said.
Whatever Draco was read to say was lost when Seamus ran past Harry singing “Gold up in my teeth-” and bumped hard into him shoving Harry into Draco.
Draco was livid. “Are you kidding me? I just wanted to have a good time, but I’m feeling so attacked-”
Harry raised his hand to Draco’s mouth. He felt Draco gasp sharply as his fingers pressed against his lips, “Shh. Can you just stop? You’re fucking gorgeous but you can’t stop being a poncy git.” Harry stepped closer and dropped his gaze to his fingers on Draco’s mouth. “Now I’m going to move my hand, but I don’t want to hear a thing from you. Nod for me.”
Draco stood frozen, eyes wide and blushing thoroughly but after a tense second nodded.
“Fuck, mate, if Dean talked to me like that I’d already be on my knees,” Seamus said.
Harry and Draco both looked over to him in shock.
“Didn’t you just leave?” Harry asked.
“Can’t be wing man if I can’t show up when you need me,” Seamus raised the bottle to them before walking away.
“Don’t play with me like that. If you lot must have a laugh at my expense, I would appreciate it if you could limit it to times when I’m not around,” Draco said. His words holding more venom than Harry expected.
“No one is laughing at you. They’re laughing at me,” Harry said.
“And why would they be laughing at their precious Golden Boy? Don’t lie to me, you’re not up to the challenge.“
“Well, I guess they think it’s funny that I fancy you even though I can’t talk to you,” Harry said.
From somewhere across the room, Seamus yelled, “You’re talking now, yeah.”
“See, not everything is about yo–oh Merlin, what the fuck.” Harry stopped talking, struck by his own words and Draco’s smile.
Before anything else, this is not my first ‘last letter’ to you and I don’t know if this will be the last— I hope, though.
When I think of you, I think of all things beautiful and magical. Like how the world seems so quiet from above. Or how the city lights seems to dance at night. I think of the lovely yellow lamp post on the street. Or how I see the chaotic traffic from your window. When I think of you, I hear those sentences you said. It was almost like a movie line and the whole time was a movie scene. I can’t spot anything ugly about what we had, except the fact that I don’t know if we really had something.
When I think of you, I think of your face in the morning. I think of how tight you held my hand when you thought I was asleep. I think of how you let me lean on your shoulder when the world got too much to handle. I think of your eyes and your smile or the way you frown on me everytime you think I’m annoying. I think of those horror films we failed to finish because you’re just too scared but you were acting like you’re not. It was a short time with you, but it was enough to give me memories I will remember for the rest of my life.
When I think of you, I think of the night you assured me that everything will be fine. When the stars showed up to entertain us but ending up being ashame on how you shine brighter than them. I think of those awkward elevator kisses and how you remove my eye glasses everytime I will accidentally fall asleep. God knows how I grieved for those moments when you decided to exclude me in your life completely. Like we never happened at all.
But never once I hated you for breaking my heart. How could I? You gave me the best memories I can keep in a short period of time. And for that, thank you. In another universe, or lifetime, I hope if we meet, I’ll finally be enough for you. But if not, I hope you’ll find someone that will satisfy you.
When I think of you, I think of that nice brilliant man that have the courage and dedication. I will think of how I knew you’ll go far in life.
This is my last letter to you—
Or maybe just another letter again.
Someone teach me how to stop listening to this song please- Its has been haunting my playlist on the loop for 2 weeks now–
The outfit is referenced by Jumin Good Ending and Zen’s normal ending ~ Honestly the dress is really a karma, www
I always got ask(s) from anon EACH TIME I upload a Jumin short comic, saying that I don’t give much attention to Zen. So yeah have this attention (the song title,pun intended), www But more like, my time is limited so I need to be picky on what I want to draw, after all, this is for free and my stress relief so please have some mercy on me too okay;;QAQ
But honestly this song can be related with all MM bois each time the MC resets lol hahaha
Guess I can only upload 1 short comic per week, looking at my slow hands and my other commitment but so little time– Also JuminZen week is coming, I already got this super cute idea and I can’t wait to work on it too hnghhh wish me luck ! :D
Somebody please grant me a holidays free from my day job orz so I can work on all of these asap aaaaa