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Jayce got expelled from the Academy after the explosion. He is banished to Zaun where he stumbles into The Last Drop, and finds a big man with big hands and a soft spot for sad pretty boys
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you had me at "fuck you" ☆ post hogwarts!draco x muggleborn male!reader - Chapter One
Life for Draco after Hogwarts was what he expected as soon as he took the Mark. His dreams of greatness and the wrecking ball he imagined the Malfoy name being for his future were discarded; they were simply too damaged to repair and were a "wrecking ball" in ways he did not like. Walls that he imagined himself breaking down to rebuild as his own were broken but strengthened to keep him out. Draco wished he could say it was unfair but he knew the outside world had done nothing wrong. It was all due to his own faults.
So he did what they had all wanted him to do, he killed himself. Draco Lucius Malfoy was dead, buried with his mother and father and left to decay in Malfoy Manor. His crimes were not forgotten and he watched from afar as they brutally battered what they perceived as his corpse. He had moved away from pureblood society, stole a drunkard's wand, cast Disillusionments over every recognizable part of himself, abandoned his family's inheritance, and went to live in Muggle London where none would recognize him. He barely recognized himself.
He lived in a small flat which he shared with Spencer, a Muggle man he had obliviated into thinking he was there all along. His once striking, pale blond hair was now a plain, dull brown. His cold, grey eyes turned to a light, honeyed brown. He had cast glamours over his scars with ease, grateful for the blank slate he appeared to be. He was Deacon, a young man who worked as a bartender in the smallest, smelliest pub a couple blocks down.
Draco liked life as Deacon. No one gave him a second glance out of fear or disgust but sometimes out of attraction. He was normal. He didn't worry about the Golden Trio, the responsibilities his parents has placed on his shoulders, Voldemort's daily torturings. He could just be. And that was something he had never experienced before. As time went on and the fear of being discovered faded, Draco spent longer and longer in his glamours and disillusionments having become obsessed with the euphoria he associated with Deacon.
He was on his way to work, walking and humming a tune he had heard Spencer playing on his drums earlier.
Everlong, was it?
He had discovered within days of living in Muggle London that their music was exciting and brilliant. He hadn't known how advanced Muggles happened to be until he was surrounded by them. The telly was one of the first things he became enraptured by.
He pushed through the pub doors, flashing a smile to his friend, Sally, who worked the shift before him.
"Sally."
"What's up, Deek!"
He winced, finding the name she had given him on his first day still irritating. He looked around at the surprisingly crowded bar and leaned on the counter to talk over the blasting music.
"Is there an event tonight I didn't know about?"
The girl shook her head before pointing at something over Draco's shoulder.
"I think it's a party for birthday boy over there!"
Draco turned his head curiously over his shoulder. His back immediately straightened and his eyes widened.
The birthday boy was gorgeous. He stood on top of a chair dancing sensually to the song playing over the speakers. His hips moved side to side and his hair framed his face beautifully as he moved to the beat. He sang along to the lyrics loudly with great feeling that if Draco had not heard the accompanying music, he would have thought the boy had wrote it.
"NO! I DON'T WANT NO SCRUB! A SCRUB IS A GUY THAT CAN'T GET NO LOVE FROM ME. HANGING OUT THE PASSENGER SIDE OF HIS BEST FRIEND'S RIDE. TRYIN TO HOLLA AT ME!"
Draco smiled, watching and enjoying the show he was putting on. He bit his lip as the boy, or man rather judging by the giant headband he wore on his head with the number 20, dipped low and his low-rise jeans revealed an emerald g-string with a bow. Draco looked away, swallowing, as he turned back to Sally, who was grinning at him.
Draco rolled his eyes at her childish behavior.
"He's single, I overheard his friends when they came to get a drink. Apparently, he's looking for a man to go home with tonight."
Draco looked back at the man, who had gotten off the chair and was now giggling with his friends.
"Good for him."
He cleared his throat.
"I'm gonna put my things away. Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone."
"Oh no! But, Deacon! How will I manage when you're my only brain!"
"Shut it, you witch."
"I'm not a witch! They aren't real!"
Draco smirked as he walked away.
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A/N: Hey guys! So this is my first time writing ANY HP fanfiction - I've read A LOT though, haha. Please be kind and if you like it, comment or like so I can release Chapter Two which will be from your/my character's perspective :) also NOT proof-read
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i’m sick so here’s a sick reader fic <33
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guys. i did NOT know so many people liked this my heart is so full IM COMING BACK to write more and also probably harry potter/arcane if any of you are into those as well
meowmeowmeow kitenwhiskwrs i cant SLEPE PLZMOOTS TALK TO ME I FEEL LIKE DEADPOOL
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logan howlett x bartender fem!reader
word count. 654
summary. you’re a bartender on shift when one of your regulars intervenes a drunken harassment. suggestive mentions
“Another,” you hear, the word just about audible through the drunken voices around you.
“Last one,” you quip, eyes playfully narrowing at the regular –Logan– across the bar. “You’re gonna get me fired.”
“I won’t tell,” he shakes his head, sliding his glass across the oak with one hand, the other reaching into his pocket. “Get me a packet of those uh– those nuts there, too,” he gestures, nodding to the shelf behind you.
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Which one do you prefer Mr. Lockley for the spice level? Mafia!Jake or DBF!Jake
Xoxo from another Jake & Steven lover
Oh this is a great question.
I think I prefer Mafia Jake personally. A little about me as a person...
I have a good relationship with my dad irl and his best friend so the idea of actually doing something like that to my dad hurts me a tad. So that being said, I don't really self-insert when I write dbf or even bfd (cause I care about my best friend too much as well lol). So I imagine the readers in those as "characters" versus inserting a blank slate or mentally inserting myself.
Mafia Jake on the other hand, I completely imagine myself being the one with him, sitting on his lap, being called sweetheart and every other pet name under the sun. The reader character in my head is me and I'm here for it all the way. Ugh and just the way I wrote him so soft and gentle still kills me. I don't normally stroke my own ego with art or writing but I'm doing it with Mafia Jake because I just loved him so much when I wrote him personally.
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Black and white pics of this man hits different
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art credit to the TALENTED @ave661
WARNINGS : NSFW, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, the links are literally p#rn, proceed at your own risk.
CHARACTERS : ghost, soap, price, könig, graves
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simon 'ghost' riley
♥ he loooves manhandling you, grabbing you by the hips to slam you back on his cock seeing as you're in no position to move (not that he minds in the slightest), snarling down on you as his own eyes roll back "tell me. tell me how it feels lovie," "s so deep simon-fuckk"
♥ he loves when you go down on him, but he'd always hold back not wanting to hurt you. that was until you begged him to be rough with you-to use you like both of you wanted. "c'mon baby-fuck my face already," well. he's not going to say no to that
♥ simon won't stop for anything once he's pussy drunk, painting your pussy white over and over and over, until you're as desperate as him, begging him sweetly to fuck you harder, faster, to give you everything, and he's more than happy to oblige "one more yeah?Ah-fuckin' hell-Y'gonna giv'me one more? Gooood girl."
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john 'soap' mactavish
♥ you almost roll your eyes at soap's cocky chuckle, but you're in no position to do anything other than stare at him with hazy eyes, mouth open and panting as he pulls out of you, and starts fingering you instead, grinning as you whine into his mouth- already begging him to put himself back inside. "ohmyfucking-" "s so tight baby shit-" "jesus y're gonna be the death o' me,"
♥ i mean come on. every time you brace yourself on a table- a counter, whatever the fuck, that's soap's time to shine. he starts off strong with a harsh slap on your ass before he starts humping you, panting on your shoulder and muttering curses under his breath. "such a good girl f'r me, so pretty baby..."
♥ soap loves coming on your tits. that's it
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