moonlight on the narrows

Call me crazy, but all this racist and prejudice comments from both sides are really counterproductive.  Manchester by the Sea I saw was called the ‘sad generic white man’ movie.  It realistically portrays grief and loss in a great character study.  Moonlight was narrowed down to the 'gay black movie’.  It’s an important movie full of empathy and brutal realism about identity.  La La Land I saw was referred to as 'straight white fantasy’.  It’s a joyous movie about passion and following your dreams whatever they may be in a throwback to classic musicals.

I suspect many haven’t even seen all of the nominated movies so I suggest you watch before you judge.  And most these irrationally angry posts feels like fighting ignorance with more ignorance.

zerononiku  asked:

"Imagine person A lightly tracing “I love you” over and over again on person B’s back, assuming that person B is asleep. When person A is lying on their back, getting ready to sleep, person B moves closer and wraps their arms around person A, whispering softly, “I love you too.” Bonus if that’s the first time person A has ever declared their love for person B." With kurotsuki pls :3c

I am so sorry for how long it took me to write this, but here you go ^_^

Edit: it’s a little different from the way the prompt goes, but hopefully you like this as well?

Prompt: Imagine person A lightly tracing “I love you” over and over again on person B’s back, assuming that person B is asleep. When person A is lying on their back, getting ready to sleep, person B moves closer and wraps their arms around person A, whispering softly, “I love you too.” Bonus if that’s the first time person A has ever declared their love for person B.

“Goodnight, Kei”. Tetsurou said with unmasked drowsiness as he settled under the thin sheet that had replaced the thick covers due to the warm weather. Kei yawned beside him as he carefully placed his spectacles on the bedside table and switched the table lamp off, shrouding the room in darkness. 

“Goodnight, Tetsurou”, he replied, still feeling wide awake. He let his mind wander, hoping to drift off soon.

Warm summers meant Kei and Tetsurou didn’t cling to each other in their sleep (Kei would like to believe he didn’t cling at all, but Tetsurou had proof that said otherwise). Even with air conditioning, it got uncomfortable too quickly. Most of the time, they slept with their backs facing each other, and didn’t mind this seasonal arrangement at all; the number of alternatives was few. 

Plus, five years of togetherness had made both of them feel quite secure in their relationship, despite the many obstacles in their path at first.

As if to verbally affirm this sense of security, his boyfriend chose that moment to add, “I love you”. Then, he promptly dozed off once more, breathing evenly. 

Kei stared at his back, a now-familiar warmth crawling up his face and fondness seeping into his expression. It was illuminated by the moonlight streaming in through the narrow strip of the window that wasn’t covered by a curtain. 

He decided to do something he hadn’t done before and decided to blame the decision on the fact that his exhausted mind had lowered his mental defenses. 

Shifting slowly, sluggishly, he moved closer and using his index finger, lightly traced three words out on his boyfriend’s back. 

I love you. 

He paused and did it again. 

And again. 

And again.

Then, sensing that sleep was imminent, he moved to turn back onto his side. Before he could do so, however, a hand snaked out from under the covers and grasped his. 

Kei’s breath hitched in his throat. 

Oh.

Slowly, Tetsurou turned around, eyes glittering with an indescribable emotion, and kissed Kei’s knuckles lovingly. A blush bloomed on the blonde’s face, and he tried to look away as quickly as possible. 

Moving Kei’s hand to cup his face and covering it with his own, thus forcing him to look back at Tetsurou, he whispered, “I love you so much.”

Later, when Tetsurou had fallen asleep once more and Kei had turned back onto his side, ready to sleep, he found himself making a mental note to say those three words as often as he could, if only to see his boyfriend make that expression again. 

Prompt: For The Very First Time

Prompt by @sherlockstims: -fluff: first time sharing a bed (maybe pre-relationship) 

I haven’t writen Namelessshipping in awhile, I hope it’s not out of character!

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They stood in front of his bed and Green ogled the ground like it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen in his life. Red regarded him, his slender figure, illuminated by the sallow moonlight, which coaxed through the narrow slits of the curtains into Green’s – their room.


Green was aesthetic. His slim waist fitted perfectly in Red’s hands and felt like the soft grass of Pallet Town, every time Green tried to get something down from the very high shelve in the kitchen and his upper body was not covered by his grey jacket and his white shirt. Red took each chance he got to touch his sides like an addict trying to get his cocaine.


Red loved it when Green’s caramel coloured eyes got locked in his eyes, which looked like fresh ashes. He did not like them, they were boring and could not stick with all those exciting patterns in his lovers eyes. There was so much in Green’s eyes to see, every day, Red explored something new. 


Every time he looked into his eyes, he saw nothing.


Red was not soft. His body was wiry, marked by the harsh weather of Mt. Silver and countless scars. One of them ran above his whole chest and every time Green laid his rangy fingers on it, Red wanted to turn around and never look at him again. 

Green liked his scars, Red hated them.


His toes were straight and long, and Red loved to play with them. His lover’s toes were ticklish and that one time they spent their holiday in Hoenn and they had laid at the beach, Red discovered Green’s biggest weakness.

The golden grains of sand which made the huge beach in front of the harbour city even more beautiful that the city itself had found their way in the gaps of Green’s toes. Red, who had played with Pikachu and Blastoise knew how much the other man hated the feeling of sand on his skin.
Not for nothing Red had been forced to drag several blankets only to make Green happy. Fortunately Snorlax had lend him a hand. Both had been sweating like hell when the small group had arrived the beach. 

The smile on Green’s face had been more than enough to sweep away all kinds of anger Red had felt just seconds before. He would have done everything to make him happy.


After Green had chose a place where they could lay off their blankets and backpack, they took a seat to savour the view. The ocean had been sparkling in the rich sunbeams and myriads of Wingull made their circles above the sapphire blue waves.

Green had took off his shoes and neatly placed them beside the blanket. With an accuracy Red never had seen before his lover had took his feet on the cover, making sure he did not even came close to the sand.

His wiggling toes appealed more to Red than he preferred. He could not control himself any more as he bend forwards to tickle the gaps between those long toes.

The loud screams of Green had mixed with the small huffs of Red and let everyone at the beach turned their head in confusion.



“Do you want to.. sleep on the right side?”, his lover suddenly asked and ripped him out of his thoughts. Green was one of the few people who knew Red was not mute. He only did not like talking that much to do it every day. There was too much in his mind, which kept him too busy to even think about talking with other people.

Finding the best battle strategy, sorting out bad move sets and so on.


But for Green there was always a little bit space to think about him. To be honest the space was really big and some days it kept Red whole mind busy. 

Sometimes, it annoyed him, but most of the time there was not anything better than thinking about his favourite human.


Red took a deep breath before he answered Green: “I would like to sleep on the left side.”

The left side of the room was not a normal wall like the other three of the room. Green liked a lot of light and shortly after he became the Gym Leader of Viridian City he decided to convert his new flat.

The room was bounded by three big windows, which afforded a great view on the forest and the sea in the east of the small city.


Red loved to see as much as possible of the world around him. That was one of the main reasons he asked Green if it would be possible to share to huge bed of his boyfriend.


Green slightly nodded before he slipped under the white blanket. In the meantime Red walked around the bed to raise the white curtain. Red lingered in front of the window for a few seconds, enjoying the beautiful landscape. If he squinted his eyes he could barely see Celadon City.


“Do you want to put down roots over there? Come on or you have to go back to your couch”, Green said in a tone Red have not heard in awhile. It was the ‘I-am-your-mean-rival-respect-me’ voice his lover had used in their childhood days.

A light smile shaped on Red’s lips when he turned around and gave his sneaky answer: “You wouldn’t want that.”

Green did not know a good answer, even not when he moved to the right to make room for Red.


The bed smelled like cut grass, wood and mint. Red loved the scent of Green, it was unique and if he would lose his lover in a crowd, he would always find him. Sometimes he wished he could bottle the delicious smell of Green to release it every time his boyfriend had to go to one of this stupid Gym Leader Meetings. 


After a few minutes Green’s soft voice suffused the room again. It seemed the Gym Leader finally had found an answer. 
 
“Shut up.”
There had been better responds but Red was lenient, it was quite late after all. 

“Hm-hm.”


When Red throw his arms around Green, who needed some time cuddling back, the champion was sure to be one of the luckiest humans on earth.

Kacchako 09: “I just want this”

Genre: One-shot/Romance

Pairing: Bakugou x Uraraka

Rating: [T]

Word Count: 1575 words

Drabble Prompt: #10: “I just want this”

Author’s Notes: This is for the anon who requested prompts 19,18,16,13,10,8,4,3, and 2. 4 more to go~. This was gonna be a smut but my poor heart couldn’t handle it sooooo….yea.


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Beyond “Backup”

White incandescent moonlight came through the narrow slit of curtains drawn but not quiet overlapping, drawing a single pale line down the opposite wall. Like the night itself was highlighting his point of vexation and would not allow it to disappear into the darkness. He couldn’t tuck it away till morning, the second now occupying his precious space.

Perhaps, he was at fault for getting too comfortable with the notion of exclusive territory in a place where nothing belonged to anyone. But it came as an unwelcomed surprise when the very person he had attempted to avoid was placed not ten feet away from his bedside. B, the backup, was now close enough to hear him breath and all the effort to put this threat as far from his mind as he could was to his detriment. He would have to open himself up to sharing a room with the his rival.

Initially introduced as A and B, later as Alternative and Backup. He knew that the other boy had to be terrifyingly intelligent and they would soon become intimately familiar with the other’s habits, talents, and weaknesses. — He did not want to make an enemy he would have to sleep with.


Roger had insisted it was an advantageous arrangement. They would acquire some social graces, learn to cooperate with another person, perhaps it would even give them both a friend. Of course, these were the conventionally acceptable excuses that thinly veiled the true reason. Wammy’s had limited space and more prospective candidates, more children collected and kept.

They were lucky it was just the two of them.

Alexander rolls over, tired of pretending to sleep. His eyes trying to focus in futility, the room a monochromatic scape in the dim lighting.

Backup” He said barely a whisper, trying it out on his tongue. He would have to get used to saying that name wouldn’t he?

Ils ne vous ont pas laissé choisir.” He mouthed, musing as he pondered what an awful sound it had. Backup, the plan B.

Random Snippet 21: When We Were Young

Possible prompt if it gives you any inspiration - Caroline leaves Mystic Falls almost as soon as she’s turned (because why would she want to be around Damon and all the friends who didn’t really help her). A few months later she sneaks back into Mystic Falls to visit her mom and runs into Klaus?

This was sent ages ago, and I’ve lost the original prompt, but I hope you like how this turned out! I wrote it super fast, so apologies on any errors!

Warning: Violence and mentions of past-rape.



Caroline stayed inside the house for a half-hour after her mom headed for her shift at the station. It’s been six months since she’d been home, and the achingly familiar scents were so, so hard to let go of. But she couldn’t stay.

Not yet.

The car she’d stolen had been dropped off in miles of backwoods, but Liz knew its location as well as the VIN. It’d get returned. She had a second mode of transportation waiting for her in Richmond, and then it was back to being a ghost.

One last lungful to hold her over, Caroline stepped onto the back porch. She flicked the lock into place just as there was a blur of movement, and rough hands dug into her arm. Caroline twisted, her elbow snapping up. The fight was quick and dirty, and she ground the vampire firmly into the wooden railing, fingers digging into his chest so the scent of blood was heavy between them.

“Damon,” Caroline said with a bladed smile. “Not so easy when I’m no longer a human, is it?”

“Where is she?”

“Who?” Caroline asked curiously, tightening her grip when she felt his muscles bunch. “I’d think twice about that, Stefan. You might kill me, but I’ll kill Damon. Hate for that to be on your conscious.”

Stefan stepped into the moonlight, eyes narrowed. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

Caroline shrugged. “Turns out, Mom couldn’t pull the trigger.”

She’d be haunted by it for the rest of her life. Sitting in her living room, sobbing as her Mom held her firearm in a white knuckled grip. Everything had spilled out - the blood bags, Elena, Damon. Her broken pleas to just end it. She was a monster. Caroline would never, ever forget when her mom had sat next to her, so close that their legs and sides had touched.

“You didn’t kill the nurse. She’s alive.” Liz had touched her hair, and Caroline had smelled the fear and determination. “But you can’t stay.”

Her childhood had ended when she was seventeen, because these two vampires had played their games.

“Where is Elena, Caroline,” Stefan questioned as he took a step in her direction.

“I haven’t seen Elena since she smothered me with a pillow,” Caroline said sharplyas she shoved her fingers deeper, wrapping them around Damon’s heart. “I will kill him, Stefan.”

Damon gurgled something, and Caroline tightened her grip. She had no use for him. Keeping her eyes on Stefan in warning, her next words were nearly conversational as she continued to squeeze.

“Mom told me you’d come to her, looking for Elena. She’s not particularly inclined to help you, after I told her about the compulsion and rape. Oh, why the surprised face, Stefan? Did you imagine it was something I should’ve been ashamed of? I’m not girly little Caroline anymore.“

It had been. It’s taken weeks of work to get herself to this point, but she’d made the decision not to break. Being a vampire had given her what she needed to take control of her life, and she wasn’t going to give it up again.

“I’m certainly intrigued,” an accented voice murmured. “Damon, she’s a child and that is quite the grip on your heart, mate. Stefan, I wouldn’t.”

She flicked her gaze to the side, wary at the new voice. There was a vampire she’d never seen before watching her from the stairs, lips curled into a charming, dimpled smile. He was amazingly good looking, but something about the way he watched her, calculated and ruthless underneath the veneer of charm, told her he was very, very dangerous.

“Hello, sweetheart. You must be Caroline.”

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reglna:

Prompt: Robin turns out to be evil but Regina refuses to see it and keeps making excuses to reassure herself he doesn’t want to hurt her. Emma is the only one who can really see what’s going on (despite Snow and David telling her she’s just imagining this and encouraging her to let it go). She finds out about his plan and kills him when he’s about to kill Regina.

Regina, learning what Emma did but not knowing why, is extremely mad at her and they get in a fight, Regina finishing with the words “You would do anything to make sure I don’t get my happy ending, wouldn’t you”. Emma is too hurt to answer and simply leaves, giving Regina time and space to heal.

After some time, Regina decides to investigate the matter herself, not quite convinced that Emma would ever hurt her like this without a good reason, and finally finds out what really happened.

Okay, so I took a stab at this, and it ended up being over 11,000 words. Trigger Warnings for blood/violence/death. I really hope you enjoy it:

The uncomfortable lurch of her stomach had never ceased. It was perpetual from the moment she realized that something was brewing between the mother of her son and this strange man brought over with the second curse. It had taken up residence beneath her flesh the moment Regina’s fingers slipped between Robin’s, the moment Emma had witnessed their lips press together in a sudden, fast, passionate whirlwind of a moment outside of Granny’s Diner.

She had witnessed only minor flirtations before then, only shy smiles, witty banter, things that made Emma’s skin crawl with familiarity. A year ago, she had stood there, where he now stood, sharing those smiles, that banter, those moments with Regina that spoke of more than a rivalry both only pretended to have after a certain point. It made her uncomfortable, the realization that it had once been her in that place and now…it wasn’t.

It had been hard enough to wrap her mind around the reality of “Robin Hood” and the fact that the guy actually DID call his friends his “merry men.” But then, it got harder. The way he looked at Regina, and worse, the way the former queen returned those not-so-subtle glances…Emma had been terrified and surprised to realize just how hard that actually had been to witness. 

What made it even more unbearable, though, was the lack of knowledge she had about Robin. Something about the man didn’t sit right with Emma, and it wasn’t just because she was realizing that maybe she had some seriously repressed feelings for Regina Mills; at least, she told herself it wasn’t. 

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trxth-fxlly  asked:

hi! for the prompt thing you're doing, can you do bucky + flowers? (you guys are awesome for doing these!!)

“Doll?” 

You were laying on the hood of your car, staring up at the stars. You slowly turned you head to look at the man lying to the right of you, his metallic arm gleaming in the moonlight. 

“Yeah, Buck?” 

“What’s your favorite kind of flower?” He asked. You narrowed your eyes at him before turning your attention back up at the sky. 

“Why do you wanna know?” You heard Bucky sigh softly at your stubbornness, feeling him pull himself up into a sitting position. When you finally looked at him, he was gazing down at you, his long hair falling into his face. 

“Because tomorrow, I’m gonna go out buy your favorite flowers, and I’m gonna show up at your door and ask you on a proper date,” he told you. You snorted, sitting up next to him. 

“Stargazing isn’t a ‘proper’ date?” You inquired, leaning into him. The cold metal of his arm raised goosebumps on your skin, but you didn’t pull away. 

“I’ve already seen the stars, a hundred times. What I haven’t seen is you in a pretty dress, dancing the night away with me,” Bucky said, and you smiled, reaching over to push some of the hair out of his face as you told him your favorite flower. 

“It’s a date, then?” His voice was almost timid with the question, as if he was worried you’d turn him down. Like there was any chance in hell of that happening. 

“It’s a date, Buck.” You kissed his cheek, then laid back down against the car. He followed suit, metal hand finding yours and holding it gently as the two of you gazed back up at the stars. 


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Black Suits & Cabinets: Draco Malfoy One Shot {Requested by Anon}

Request: Can you do a draco malfoy one-shot where I’m helping him fix the vanishing cabinet and I help him feel better by having sexy time with him(smut)?

Warning: Contains Smut.

Your P.O.V

“(Y/N).” I heard a voice whisper.

“(Y/N).” I heard the same voice whisper again, this time slightly shaking me to my sudden brightness.

“‘Mione, If you’re having trouble finding the restroom again, it’s just down the hall and to your right.” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes and thinking it was Hermione whom was solemnly waking me up at this early hour.

I heard a faint chuckle that was abnormally low.

“Harry?” I whispered. My eyes started to flutter as the figure in front of me began to clear up by the second.

“It’s me, Draco.” The blonde wonder whispered as he chuckled some more. A weight deepened in front of me, letting me know that Draco had sat down in front of my sleepy figure.

Draco Malfoy and I have been a couple ever since the early stages of our 5th year. As our 6th year is approaching it’s inbetween time, we’ve slowly become love struck with one another. It’s truly bliss just to be in his presence.

“You’re a bit of a sleeping beauty, aren’t you?” He quietly laughed while taking his hand in mine. I laughed back and planted a kiss on his cheek.

My vision was clear by now, and I could see Draco perfectly. Through the gleam of the moonlight, I could see his chiseled jaw clenching as his eyes narrowed with love at me. His eyes were sparkling with the moon, creating a soft lust I hadn’t seen in ages.

But something was quite abnormal. Draco was wearing a right black suit. What the hell would someone be doing in the middle of the night in a black suit?

“What with the suit? The Yule Ball was 2 years ago.” I laughed at him.

“That’s why I came here.” He answered sternly.

“What?” I questioned, narrowing my eyes and furrowing my eyebrows into a sea of sudden confusion. What could this be all about?

To be completely honest, Draco has been acting very weird lately. He’s been missing classes quite often these days, slowly loosing verbal contact with everyone, and his emotions have varied from place to place. Draco has told me about the frustrations within his family, but I’ve began to become extremely worried that it may hurt him more than ever before.

“Come with me.” He strictly encountered, taking my hand and almost yanking me off of my bed. The sudden jolt began to wear me out, and become worried.

The thin sweater I had one shielded me from the odd coldness in the corridors at night. Seeing Hogwarts during the dark hours was certainly a must see, due to the things that happen around here. The most unexpected ideas erupt in my head as he trudged through the emptiness.

“Where are we going?” I shivered out, drawing closer to him for warmth as we edged near a dark and enclosed door.

“You’ll see.” He said. I could sense the soft tone back in his voice again. He noticed my shuddering figure, and calmly wrapped an arm around me, trying to conduct a feeling of warmth inside of me. Draco could be very serious at times, and act as if nothing is in his way, but there will always be that soft and luscious part of him that will never be destroyed.

“I’m so sorry I made you come out into the cold tonight, love. I just needed someone with me for comfort.” He whispered into my ear, with his eyes scoping around to see if anyone was there. His warm lips pressed up against my temple, empowering the cold inside me and melting the shivers I endured just second ago.

“I-It’s alright.” I stuttered out, clutching my hands together as I snuggled into him more.

Draco opened a door in front of us, and revealed a humongous room that featured many contraptions that my eyes were amazed by.

All of the coldness and shivers immediately left my body as they embedded within the discovery that was right in front of me.

My eyes caught a contraption that had a silver goblet of top, sparkling in the shine of the moon and creating a sparkly glow on the skin of my arms. I smiled at its beauty, but soon stopped as two muscular arms wrapped around my petite waist.

“Cool, isn’t it?” He asked. His lips planted soft kisses on my neck, causing me to melt into his touch.

“Really is.” I said back, putting my hand on the back of his head and the kisses went deeper.

“Sit down on the chair in front of the sheet.” He pointed, detaching his sweet lips from my neck causing me to whine. My head shifted at the chair to the side of the giant sheet, which was covering something that seemed to have some sort of importance to it.

His arms unwrapped around my waist as he walked over the mysterious thing, and unveiled it by yanking the sheet off.

My eyes met with the sight of what was, the Vanishing Cabinet.

It’s precise wood labels and details revealed to me it was exactly what I thought it was. It’s dark glow grew onto my skin, almost making myself terrified of its glory within. My feet waddled over to it, setting my hand onto the side as I examined the amazing object.

“Sit down.” Draco instructed. I jumped at his sudden remark, but soon noticed the lung of dead seriousness in his eyes. He was not kidding.

I sat down in the chair, pulling my sleeves down and trying ever so slightly to protect myself from the chill of cold sneaking across the enclosed room Draco and I were in.

He grabbed a ripe green apple out of pocket. He opened the door of the cabinet, and put the green apple inside. As he closed it, I could see the sense of determination in his eyes. It was almost as if he was testing the cabinet, and maybe even himself.

As he closed it’s door, he leaned his forehead against it and closed his eyes. Draco started whispering mumble of words, creating a boiling pool of confusion in my mind and trying to contract anything affiliated with this. I also thought about how he could for such a fruit in a tight suit like that.

Time went by, and I started yawning and rubbing my eyes more. I also began to grow bored of this whole process. Draco didn’t even seem to move at all. He was still as a statue.

His eyes remained closed for about another minute or so, but suddenly jolted opened as his hands freed from the handle of the cabinets opening, reacting to something that wasn’t even there. He yanked the door open and immediately smiled to himself. He pulled out the previous green apple from before, but this time, It was bitten.

“What just happened?” I asked in disbelief, standing up and walking over to him to look at the apple some more.

“N-Nothing.” Draco stuttered out nervously. He fidgeted and tried to close to cabinet door, but it had gotten stuck.

“Shit.” He whispered under his breath.

He struggled some more and pushed the door to its entrance, almost forcing it to make it fit into it’s piece.

“Here.” I came in.

A firm grip grew onto my hand as I fiddled with the door, and softly closed to it into its previous matter. I smiled at Draco at the easy task, and he blushed his response.

“Are you bored?” He asked, wrapping his arms around me and planting a sweet kiss on my lips.

“A little.” I said, while biting my lips and winking at him.

“You look really fit in that suit, did you know that?” I teased him while stroking his crotch from the fabric on top of it.

A forced moan escaped from his mouth as he realized what was happening, causing my arousal to go over the edge.

His hand slithered into the front of my pants, going inside of my underwear and circulating around my clit. His fingers stroked my entranced as his lips sucked on my neck, causing me to become a moaning mess.

“Someone’s horny.” He chuckled, picking up the speed and causing my fingers to dig into the fabric of his expensive suit.

I moaned in response.

His free hand slowly took of my pants as I stepped out of them. His fingers were still violently rubbing my clit as he began to undress me some more.

I was soon in just my underwear, due to the fact that I indeed do not wear a bra at night. His mouth transferred to my left breast, sucking and flicking its nipple with his tongue. A loud moan came out of my mouth as the pace of his finger skyrocketed, causing me to throw my head back in extreme pleasure.

“D-Draco, I-I’m going t-to c-c-cum.” I stuttered out, quivering and shaking at his moment.

Just as I was about to reach my climax, Draco pulled out and began to undress himself. A loud whine blew out of my mouth as I gazed upon his muscular figure that was clenching as he tore out from his tight suit.

As he took of his pants, it revealed his rock hard erection. It constructed a strict point it of his boxers, and tempted myself to touch and rub it. I licked my lips as he pulled his boxers down and revealed his cock, which was twitching and standing stiffly due to it’s hardness.

“Touch yourself for me, love.” He huskily whispered into my ear. I moaned as his hot breath trickled down my neck, while my fingers began rubbing furiously on my clit.

“Fuck yourself.” He instructed. Draco himself sat down on the chair I was sitting in just moments ago, and started jacking himself hard.

I pounded two fingers inside of me, aching at the needs of Draco. I sat down and spread my legs in front of him, giving him a better look at me as he enjoyed himself as well.

“Oh god (Y/N).” He moaned out while picking up the speed on his cock.

I jabbed my fingers inside of me in such a fast motion, causing my legs to shake at the extreme empowerment I was giving myself. I screamed in pleasure as the experience grew greater than ever before.

His moan ran over mine, as his orgasm grew closer onto himself. I could sense and feel his eyes scrunching up together at the amount of pleasure he was enduring.

I soon felt a body press up against mine, and lips crash onto mine. Draco lept onto me, and inserted himself into me without any warning at all. He was sucking off my juices from my fingers, and licking them clean as I moan in ecstasy from the feeling fm his tongue.

His cock slammed inside of me in a heart beat, making my nails scratch down is back and my legs wrapped around his waist.

“Y-You’re so t-t-tight.” He grunted out, picking up the speed even more than before.

“Oh my fucking god Draco.” I moaned out, and began to insert my tongue into his kith as he gazed upon my as well.

Muffled screamed escaped my lips as his cock slammed into G spot, with more force each time. He slapped my ass multiple times, causing my arousal to explode into the air.

His thrusts become sloppier, signaling that his orgasm will be arriving at any second, as would mine.

“Keep it in!” I yelled at him, clenching onto his back as his thrusts grew more powerful than ever before.

“YES! YES YES YES!” I screamed out as m climax blew over me, causing one last scream out of both of to come out as our juices mixed together.

Draco pulled out of me as I was still enduring my climax, and moaning into process as he was as well.

“You alright?” He asked me, huffing out breaths as sweat trickled down his forehead.

“Spectacular.” I laughed out, smiling and cuddling into his bare body on the cold floor.

“I need expected you to really leap onto me like that.” I chuckled out, causing him to erupt into laughter.

“You just looked amazingly hot. I couldn’t help myself.” Draco said back to me, planting a soft kiss on my temple as I snuggled into him more.

“I should bring you in here more often.”

Petrichor (1/1)

Summary: Takes place between 3x06 and 3x07.  Emma and Hook venture back to the Jolly Roger for additional supplies.  Tension inevitably follows in their wake.

Rated: M

Warnings: Smut, language

Words: ~6.5k

Notes: For @killians-dimples.  Because socks, and because Neverland.

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If Killian’s honest with himself, there’s something about the forest.

He’s always been a man of the sea, despite the harsh masters he’s served upon its waters.  The ocean is capricious, swallowing when it sees fit, holding dark secrets at unreachable depths.  It sways and it churns and it takes, often far more than it gives. He’s seen more sailors than he cares to, lost beneath the surface – after death, often before it.

Emma –

“Swan,” he mouths, to himself, jungle leaves draping over his shoulder, first signs of rain tickling at his nose.

– somehow manages to be of both.  She steps easy among the trees, seems to have an innate feel for direction, for the way the soil shifts, for the creatures that slither among the shadows.  He’s spent enough decades in Neverland to listen when the island speaks, when the trees rustle in an ancient language.  And ever since they’d made landfall, it’s spoken of nothing but her.

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My first of many (hopefully) contributions to the Miraculous family. Young adult!AU in which Marinette Dupain-Cheng accidentally becomes a Paris vigilante and a copycat shows up to help. Happy New Year!

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Marinette doesn’t mean to become a vigilante of Paris. It just—happens.

Alya is the first to notice. Marinette comes home later than usual from her internship at Gabriel Agreste’s office, Marinette’s dream job, but with Gabriel’s cold demeanor and aloofness, she doesn’t think Marinette would ever actually choose to work overtime. Still, it’s hard not to notice Marinette’s absence, being her roommate. And naturally, having a built-in Bullshit Detector has its perks too. Marinette likes to make excuses, stuttering about staying late at the office working on her next biggest project, or needing to stop by her parents’ bakery, or taking the long way home. But Alya knows her best friend, and the bruises dotting her skin, the bags underneath her eyes don’t go unnoticed, and Alya is actually getting worried.

It’s past ten at night and Marinette’s still not home and it’s taking all of Alya’s willpower not to go out and scour the city looking for her.

Her phone rings at her desk, but Alya ignores it, a rarity coming from her; she’s never without her phone but. She’s too busy wearing a hole in the carpet. When it rings for the fourth consecutive time in a row, Alya finally snaps, answering it with a growled, “What.”  

“H-hey, Alya,” her best friend’s voice filters through.

“This had better be life or death, Marinette,” she snarls, “because you have had me worried sick—”

Marinette laughs shakily, “It kind of is.”

And that’s how Alya finds her, just blocks away from their apartment, bleeding and bruised in an alleyway.

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kisekinodrabbles  asked:

Aika-senpai, can I ask for Haizaki trying to win his s/o back after he messes up in the relationship? Pretty please and thank youu <3

lmaaaaooo this spiraled out of control, again. HAIZAKI IS SUCH A BIG BABY I LOVE HIM UGH >w< I hope you like this, SamSam. kisskiss! thanks for requesting~ 

He brings the cigarette to his lips. Haizaki inhales in a long, bitter drag of the toxic air before separating his lips to exhale deeply - the smoke swirls and mixes with the fog of the cold winter air before rising into the darkness of the night and disappearing forever. He squints at the strange patterns they make under the faint illumination of the moonlight that streams into the narrow opening of the alleyway.

The bite of the wintry atmosphere combines with the unpleasant taste of tobacco to filter down his windpipe in an almost painful discomfort. The strange discontentment numbs the frigid displeasure that is pooling in his heart, and perhaps that is why he is doing it in the first place.

Tonight marks two months since the beginning of his unfavorable habit; eight weeks since he’s last seen you. It isn’t that he is counting or keeping track - rather, the number has imprinted itself into his brain. It increases with each passing day accordingly, and he takes note of it subconsciously, almost like breathing and blinking.

Inhale, and then exhale.

It isn’t that he fucking cared about you or anything, of course.

Not at all.

Isn’t that why he so easily allowed the breakup to happen when he definitely could have prevented it from happening?

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you're an asshole (but i love you); oikawa/iwaizumi

Summary: Oikawa is a very selfish person. (Or, four times Oikawa thought of himself and one time he didn’t.)

Rating: T

Word Count: ~4100

Notes: i was just minding my own business and then 4000 words about these idiots just appeared on my screen.

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001.

They’re five and Hajime’s mother invited Oikawa over for a sleepover. They spent all evening playing video games (Oikawa won all of them, much to Hajime’s annoyance), eating too much candy, and building a fort made of pillows and sheets, which they are now attempting to sleep under. Hajime is still trying to decide whether or not he’s had fun, or if spending time with Oikawa has just been ten times more annoying than usual.

Right now, he’s tempted to think it’s more of the latter.

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The Honourable Miss Hooper.

I watched Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries on Netflix and though I wouldn’t say this is necessarily an AU of the show itself, it is heavily inspired by its tone. The basic premise is that it’s the 1920s, Molly Hooper is a private detective, Sherlock is a consulting detective, they compete/not so reluctantly work with each other over/on cases and they share a history which they both like to bring up in an attempt to make the other flustered. In an ideal world I’d do a series of this, but I’m me and I’ve got WIPs and yeah. Have this drabble anyway.

It was not often that Molly Hooper, private detective, found herself in an awkward social situation. At any party, she was the life of it. She kept conversation and champagne flowing in equal amounts, the jazz hot and her dancing impeccable, sure-footed with even the clumsiest of gentlemen. She never let a guest leave her parties without a smile on their face and a companion on their arms. (Though if a male guest happened to get a little hands-on in the duration of a party, then she always made sure to send him home with nothing more than a bottle of champagne and his driver.)

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The Truth Shall Set You Free

I was tagged by the amazing jlalafics for the Everlark Drabble Challenge.  The prompt was Peeta Mellark telling his teenage children the actual story of how he met their mother, in opposed to the made-up version they were told as kids.

Hopefully, I did this prompt justice!  It’s unedited, so all mistakes are mine.

Now, I challenge peetasbunmyoven, mockingjayflyingfree, hutchhitched and anyone else who would like to give it a go.  Your prompt is “Do you have my pants cause I have yours” and you have 48 hours to complete it (not that I’m counting cause it took me 72 hours to do mine!).

Enjoy!

In his sleep, that’s when he would do it. With his early bakers hours, he would be up before anyone else in the house. He may not be as stealthy as Katniss, but he was sure that he could be quiet enough to creep into the guestroom and not wake Annie and Finnick. Fucking Finnick. God, he couldn’t wait to smother that asshole with a pillow.

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