look to your sins

More of the Sugar Daddy AU

This fic has gotten so much attention. All y’all need Jesus. So do I for that matter but shhhhhh. Enjoy the sin while you can.

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Called Out (Part 5)

Summary: Bucky has been crushing on you for a while now, but he refuses to say anything. That is, until he butt-dials you and leaves a voicemail that records a very compromising conversation.

Word Count: 922

Warnings: None.

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A/N: Screaming. I’m screeching and like… Omg. 


Originally posted by jlstreck

Cringing, you quickly exited out of the voicemail app and got on your feet, wiping yourself down. Bucky called out your name again and you took a deep breath.

“I’m right here!” you answered him. “You can come in.”

A second passed and the door was opening, albeit slowly. Bucky peeked in, a little unsure, his eyebrows raised and a tiny smile on his face. “Hi,” he said softly.

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I imagine for all his centuries of experience and adaption, Strickler will still occasionally lapse into more…repressed old-fashioned sensibilities. For example, his response to getting a gander at a fetching pair of ankles.  

Particularly if said ankles belong to one Dr. Barbara Lake, never mind you can see her legs, you nerd.  

Phwoar. Stay strong, Strickler. 

Draco x Reader Smut- Coincidence (Requested)

Writer’s Note:
-Warning:
smut, practically one swear word, public sex
-Word Count: 2,081 words
-Requested by: @godrics
-Playlist listened to during writing:  x


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(Y/N) POV:

It was your final year at Hogwarts this year and everything had to be done correctly, just as a good luck ritual. Therefore, you arrived at the train station an hour early so that you wouldn’t be late. Seats were always rapidly occupied by students. You said your goodbyes with your parents, took the loaded trolley under your control and rolled it in the direction towards platforms nine and ten. Deliberately, you stood near a wall to look as Muggle as possible. It was considered sinful to expose your true self in the Muggle world.

Danger. Rebellion. Adrenaline. Rush.

Everything that you didn’t believe in was considered sinful in the Magic world. Just as well, you never wished to break the law in any shape or form but some people have a different view on this topic. People like the Malfoys believed in danger, rebellion, adrenaline, and rush. Danger of being caught as a worker for the Dark Lord simply excited them. It was the type of drug that they mainly used. With danger came all of the other aspects- rebellion, adrenaline and rush.

Rebellion- not following the ‘good Wizard’ guidelines that most people follow.

Adrenaline- the feeling of owning immense power over innocent Wizards who are afraid of the Dark Lord.

Rush- the continuity of the quick pace of your life once you declare your support for the Dark Lord.

There was something strangely attractive in this lifestyle that you couldn’t yet figure out. Was it the sharpness of their attire? The coldness in their harsh voices? You couldn’t fathom out the reason behind these lingering questions. Most of them were based on the Malfoys as everyone knew of them so judgments were easy to make. Although they were bad family to communicate with, you noticed over the many years at Hogwarts that Draco Malfoy was exceptionally smart, right behind Hermione Granger. To your surprise, Draco knew a lot of vital information when it came to the class environment and many times you pondered of asking him to tutor you. That was a crazy thought. Why would Draco Malfoy, the son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, want to tutor you? You were way below his level of intelligence and social hierarchy; Draco would never in a million years even consider you as his ‘student’.

You took out your copy of ‘Frankenstein’ by Mary Shelley. You dived into the book straight away and begun your wait until 10:45am, when some familiar faces begin to appear at the station. At that specific time you have planned to go make your way to the other platform and take your seat on the train. Better early than never. Your posture slackened as your back rested against a brick wall next to the ticket shop. 

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This metal bench was really getting on your nerves now- it’s uncomfortable, cold, and stiff. Muggles have weird ideas when it comes to a comfortable wait for a train. You came an hour too early for the train and now you’re stuck here for an eternity until someone with a bit of sense appears. No Slytherin has come yet. Fucking useless so-called friends. Why does no one understand a prompt of coming an hour early to the train station in order to get a good cabin reserved? Lucky for you, this train station has a coffee shop which only tempted you to buy an espresso after espresso. Your father gave you some Muggle money to buy things with before you left for the train. Apparently a £20 can go a far way.

You just sat there, plastered to your seat as you noticed an overflowing trolley with a cage on top with a barn owl resting inside of it. Next to the trolley stood the girl you recognised from the party at the Three Broomsticks which took place just two weeks ago. Only for seventh-years; a social gathering where they could all have a good time before the finals. The girl who was currently standing against the brick wall was the girl that you personally couldn’t take your eyes off during the party. She was the girl that caught your eye while you were dancing with Pansy Parkinson, not exactly paying attention to the way you were moving. This mysterious girl was sat in the corner of the room with a journal on the table and a Muggle pen in her hand. She stayed like that the whole night no matter how many of her friends pleaded for her to come and dance with them all.

Right now she was holding a Muggle book in her hands, clearly fully engaged in the words on the pages. You corrected your posture on the bench, took a sip of your coffee every now and then, and continued to take in the whole of her. She was simply mesmerising. There was a certain beauty to her that intrigued you and attracted you to her. For the past two weeks she was on the back of your mind, and finally, here she was, easily viewed.

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Your stomach rumbled ever so slightly with every minute that passed. You needed food to fill your stomach before you set off on the train. You had another 25 minutes of waiting and you were sure that you wouldn’t be able to take it any longer. Obediently, your feet carried you towards the little shop a few steps away from where you were standing previously. No one would bother to steal your trolley so you left it where it was just for a little while. As soon as you made it to the shop, you felt an inner craving for chocolate. In consequence, you picked up two snickers bars and made your way to the till.

“That will be £1.50, please.” The worker said as he finished scanning the two chocolate bars. Your hands hastily searched for Muggle money in all of your pockets but it was nowhere to be found. Embarrassed, you check your backpack for any Muggle money that will be sufficient enough to pay for the goods you picked out. Another bundle of embarrassing seconds have passed and nothing. Nothing at all. You were about to apologise to the worker, but all of a sudden, an anonymous voice came from behind you.

“Here, I’ll pay” said the disembodied voice with a slight coldness in his voice. It was definitely male- it was deep but not too deep. Completely shocked, you swiftly turned around to see no other than Draco Malfoy standing right before your eyes, smirking at you. He grabbed your chocolate bars and passed them to you as if he just saved the day. Well, he practically did.

“Thanks.” You whispered to him as you proceeded to return to your previous spot. Just as you returned to your trolley and started reading your book again, Draco pushed down your book so your attention would be set on him. He smirked at you again as your eyes met his.

“I noticed you were at the party two weeks ago. You didn’t seem to have enjoyed yourself, did you?” Draco asked while leaning against the wall right next to you so that your shoulders touched. You felt uneasy. You always thought Draco Malfoy was handsome, even if it meant being mocked by all of your friends and practically the whole school. No one wanted to admit that Draco could be attractive in the slightest. You stiffened at the touch of his shoulder on yours. It felt unlawful to be standing here with a Malfoy and conversing with one.

“Um, yeah, parties aren’t really my thing. I’d rather do something productive-”

“Like reading?”

The tall boy took you by surprise. He seemed so sweet and charming, you couldn’t help but smile at him. He returned the gesture and took hold of your book.

“I think you have read enough over the summer. Let’s do something a bit more, shall we say… social?” He marked the page you were interrupted at, put the book in your backpack, and took hold of your hand before putting a protective charm over your trolley so no one would steal it. He walked confidently, making each stride as graceful as possible. The two of you made your way to what seemed like the male toilet. To your luck, the toilet could only serve one person at a time, but could fit in at least four people inside of it. Draco let you walk in first and followed you right after, locking the door so as to not be disturbed.

“Are you okay with this?” he asked you while looking straight into your eyes. He was truly beautiful. You really did want this. After all of the nights you spent fantasizing about Draco,  you simply couldn’t say no to him right now. You nodded in agreement, and Draco moved his soft hands towards your delicate face. He began to kiss your lips gently, making sure that he doesn’t start off to quickly. You returned the action and quickly, the both of you picked up pace as your lips got to adjust to each other more. His hands darted down to the hem of your top, taking it off in one swift move. Your fingers fiddled with his zipper as he knowingly dropped your jeans to the floor, allowing you to step out of them easily. Your fingers worked chaotically together and simply couldn’t unzip Draco’s pants.

“Here, let me.” He managed to mumble through occupied lips. He gently pushed your hands to one side so that he could undo his own pants. Immediately, as you heard the zip being undone, your hands rushed towards Draco’s pants and pulled them down to his knees, so that he would have it easier. Out of nowhere, you felt a pair of strong hands on the back of your thighs pulling your whole body up and against the cold tiled wall. Without a single warning, Draco put his member inside of you, filling you in deeply. His breath was broken and hasty, desperate. At first, you tangled your fingers on the back of his neck, however you slid them down to his toned shoulder blades, gripping your fingers into the fabric of his shirt.

“I always thought- you- were inter-esting, (y/n).” Draco breathed out as his thrusts filled you up every time his hips moved up. Breathless, you could only manage an approving moan as a response to Draco’s confession. If only he knew what you thought of his lean, muscular body and impressive knowledge of the dark arts. Both of your bodies moved in unison, getting the best out of each other’s climax. You moaned more than previously as Draco sped up the pace of his thrusts and found your g-spot. He hit your g-spot a few times before resting his clammy forehead in the nook of your neck for support. Both of your bodies went weak, resting on each other for support. You were both out of breath, trying to get back to your normal state.

After a few minutes, Draco at last returned your feet back to the cold tiles and enabled you to get yourself together. As you were putting your clothes back on your body, you noticed Draco staring at you adoringly, as if you just gave him the best gift in his entire life. Using your initiative, you figured out that you had to leave the toilet first as it was in fact a male toilet. Before letting you go, Draco grabbed your wrist, turned you around and kissed your lips lightly as a short farewell. Automatically, your cheeks turned rosy from his gesture. You walked out of the toilet slightly light headed, unable to organise your thoughts from what just happened.

15 minutes left until the train departed.

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‘See you in the Great Hall at dinner tonight. We’ll go for a walk near the lake afterwards.

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P.S. don’t forget to eat your chocolate bars.’

Shaytan says, ‘Look at your sins! how can you still have hope!’

Allah says, ‘Look at my mercy! How can you ever despair!’

Who are you going to listen?

6

If it weren’t for the fact that only one of us could become Miss Korea, do you think we could have been friends? If not for the same year, 1997… if we had competed in different years, would we still be at each other’s throat like this?

Favorite Female Driven Drama: Miss Korea

Sex with Vinny Mauro would Include

-Hair pulling kink

-More of the “Hard and Fast” type (You know what the say about drummers)

-But can be intimate

-Loves going down

-”Ah ,fuck,baby”

-Fingering king (Look at them hands)

-So much sIN

-Gripping your ass like his life depended on it

-Act’s like he hates it,but he secretly loves it when you give him hickeys

-Fan of public teasing

-Low moans in your ear 

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Literally the most requesting smut…Y’all are sin.

Bang me like those drums,Vinny