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misshoneyimhome · 4 months

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Omg those naughty texts/photos he will definitely tell her to wear that fit with the blazer to house and f*ck her against his window with the beautiful view of Toronto 😮‍💨

Oh he def would 😏

So, I didn't really intend to write this out as a blurb, but somehow, it ended up that way - Anyway, I hope you like it 😉

Warnings; smut 18+; unprotected sex;

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I feel something so right, Doing the wrong thing pt. II [Intern x Willy]

Willy: You're so wearing that when we're back 😉

William messaged discreetly from the restaurant.

You: If you've earned it 😉 Willy: I'll make sure I do!

And true to his word, he did. A goal and two assists in the first game, then an assist and, of course, the winning goal in overtime during the second. His success was going to his head, and you couldn't help but chuckle while admiring the Swedish lad.

God, he was so handsome.

And what enhanced his allure even more was his sweetness around his family. Throughout the matches and the trip to Sweden, he appeared genuinely happy in their company. Happier than you’d ever seen him before. And he even briefly introduced you to them while you ensured he stuck to the schedule.

But as endearing as he was around his family, his chats with you were equally as naughty, especially during the flight back to Toronto.

Trying to catch up on some sleep proved futile as William wouldn't let you off the hook for teasing him with those photos. To be fair, he was the one who started it all. And, he was also making damn sure to be the one to finish it.

Willy: Can't wait to get back and have my way with you 😏 You: Easy there, tiger – shouldn't you be asleep rn? 😉 Willy: Can't sleep, just thinking about all the things I want to do to you You: Looking forward to it 🫢

And true to his word, he didn't disappoint.

As he'd demanded, you wore those scanty pieces of lingerie beneath the oversized blazer that had ignited his excitement. Your heels elongated your legs, and your intentionally messy hair made you appear all casual, knowing there was no need to fuss over styling it.

And without allowing you a moment to settle, William was immediately all over you upon your arrival at his condo. His hands and lips swiftly took hold of you, guiding you into and through his spacious living room.

And although he had numerous plans for what he wanted to do with you, he knew he had plenty of time, with a few free days ahead and the idea of spending the entire night with you.

"I want the world to see just how stunning you are," he breathed into the curve of your neck, fervently kissing it without leaving too conspicuous marks that might prompt questions at work.

But before you could ponder his words, William confidently directed you to stand, pressing your hands against his expansive floor-to-ceiling window, offering an exquisite view of Toronto's glittering cityscape. With gentle insistence, he parted your legs slightly, his hands exploring the contours of your buttocks before tugging down the scant thong barely concealing anything, and discarding it.

"Willy," you softly exhaled, allowing shy moans to escape your lips as his mouth once more found the sensitive skin of your neck, while his fingers delicately traced your folds from behind. His large body held you in place as you used your arms for support.

Then letting go of you, the soft rustle of William undressing reached your ears, your eyes catching glimpses of the motion reflected in the window's glass.

His body was truly perfect.

And as he lowered his boxers, casually kicking them aside along with the rest of his clothes, his member stood proudly, liberated and eager to feel the embrace of your warmth. It was practically dripping already in anticipation, much like your cunt.

There was no time to waste.

William's strong arms positioned you; one extended above your shoulder to support himself against the window, the other firmly gripping your hip as he entered you.

"Fuck," you moaned deeply, feeling him stretch your inner walls.

"Shit, baby."

Painfully slowly he moved he length a little in and out of your warmth, stimulating your walls, as he pushed slowly back in, prompting your impatience.

"Please, just fuck me, Willy," you firmly exhaled, eliciting a light chuckle from the man behind you, his body intimately pressed against yours.

"Oh, you have no idea..." he replied simply, his voice husky and rough as he then established a steady, forceful rhythm, withdrawing from your core before thrusting back in, reaching the depths within you.

Your moans grew louder and more incoherent as his hips collided against your buttocks with force, your legs quivering as you struggled to support yourself. William's vigorous thrusts and the haze in your mind merged, overwhelming your senses.

Then, the hand he held against the window found the length of your hair, gently pulling it back.

"Enjoying this, baby? Teasing me like that and then letting me fuck you for the world to see?"

Of course, no one could actually see you, except perhaps those in the nearby building at the same level who might need to look closely. Nevertheless, the thought was exhilarating.

"Yes," you moaned, a faint smirk playing on your lips as you sensed William's escalating need and intensity.

And he was definitely getting closer to his much-needed release, but he also held a little softer side, one that also loved seeing your face as he made you come undone.

So, with a swift motion, he withdrew, drawing a disappointed sound from you as you felt the sudden void, yearning for more. But he quickly turned you around, lifting you in his grasp and pressing your back against the window. Instinctively, you tightened your thighs around his hips, your arms encircling his neck as your lips met in a passionate clash. Then aligning himself once more with your entrance, he thrust himself back inside.

William swiftly regained his rhythm, and soon both of you were nearing your peaks, the pleasurable sensation of an impending orgasm building.

"I'm going to come, Willy," you cried out into his neck, feeling the gratifying pressure of his slightly curved cock hitting your sensitive spot with each thrust.

"Yes, come for me, baby."

And as if his words seemed to work like a charm, you surrendered, releasing yourself over his cock, your head thrown back against the window.

"Shit," William muttered, feeling the clenching of your walls, causing him to increase his speed. "Can't... hold back."

And then with a few more forceful thrusts, William released himself into your depths, his seed coating the walls as he let out a deep grunt.

"Fuck," he exhaled, gradually regaining control of his breath, feeling your walls pounding around him as you too began to calm from your high.

A brief moment passed as both of your minds slowly emerged from the euphoria. William gently withdrew and carefully lowered you from his grip, pulling you close for a soft and tender kiss. His softer side always showing after an intense round of sex.

"Baby... I'm so sorry," he spoke softly, a hint of concern in his eyes.

"What for?"

"I didn't use a condom..."

William appeared genuinely worried as you stood before him, still adorned in your scanty bra, heels, and blazer, offering him a sweet smile, as his cum was slowly dripping down your inner thigh.

"It's okay, Willy – we probably should have discussed this before, but... I think now is a good time for me to tell you..." You exhaled softly, locking eyes with him. "I've started birth control... you know, just in case." You gave him a playful wink.

William let out a deep sigh of relief, chuckling as all concern seemed to vanish again. "God, you're always so smart, thinking ahead."

"Yeah, well, one of us had to since we're both too eager for our own good."

#my asks #intern x willy #18+#william nylander imagine #wn88 imagine #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl smut

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bleucaesura · 27 days

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STOLITZØ - THIRTY FIVE

Millie quietly closed the hospital room door. She tiptoed over to the armchair and sat quietly, wanting to give Moxxie time with Blitzø. She’d offered to leave too, but he’d insisted she stay.

Moxxie sat beside Blitzø’s hospital bed staring blankly at him. The tubes and wires. The beeping machines.

“I don’t know what to do, Sir.” Moxxie looked down at his hands in his lap. “I feel useless and helpless.”

He heaved a heavy sigh and swallowed hard.

“You belittle me and make me feel small. You blame me and others for your shortcomings. You constantly put your nose into my personal life…”

Moxxie’s eyes were welling with tears, he ground his teeth and he was clenching his fists. He could feel rage rising within him.

“You’re not faking are you?” Moxxie growled looking up at Blitzø through slit eyes.

“You’d better not be faking…” Moxxie climbed onto Blitzø’s hospital bed and knelt over him.

Millie had been drifting off to sleep, when she heard the clatter of Moxxie’s chair. She looked up to see him kneeling over Blitzø’s.

“If you’re faking that’d be REALLY f*cked up, Sir…” Moxxie leaned down into Blitzø’s face. “You’d better not be f*cking with me!…”

Moxxie grabbed Blitzø’s shoulders and started to shake him “Wake up!… Wake up, damn it!… Damn you, Sir!”

Millie shot across the room and pried Moxxie from Blitzø, pulling him to the foot of the bed, kicking and screaming.

“Moxxie! Babe! Talk to me!”

“He…” Moxxie began to relax in Millie’s arms. “He has to wake up Millie… He just has to…”

Moxxie began to cry “I said we weren’t family… I didn’t mean it… He IS our family and now I won’t be able to tell him…”

Millie held Moxxie as he sobbed, rocking him softly.

“I know, Mox… I know… Come here... Shhhh…”

It took a little while for Moxxie to cry himself to sleep. When he finally did, Millie carefully laid him beside Blitzø, grabbed a blanket from the armchair and draped it over him.

Millie made sure Moxxie hadn’t knocked any of Blitzø’s tubes or wires out of place, then lovingly tucked Blitzø back in.

“Blitzø?…” Millie righted the chair Moxxie had kicked over and sat by Blitzø’s hospital bed.

“Mox really needs you... We all need you. Everyone’s here climb’n the walls… I…” Millie ran her hands down her face, exhausted. “I don’t know how to fix this… It’s not a problem I can fix with a knife or axe… You’re the problem solver… You’d know how to fix this… F*ck… We need you to wake up real bad…”

Millie took Blitzø’s hand and held it to her cheek as she started to cry.

***

“Mox… Millie…”

Blitzø looked at his mother. She smiled sadly back at him, squeezing his hand lovingly.

“Can I… Can I see anyone?” Blitzø asked.

His mother smiled slyly.

“You can only see whenever someone speaks to you here at your bedside.”

Blitzø nodded sadly.

“Even then,” she squeezed his hand. “There might be some things best left for you to hear in person.”

Blitzø raised an eyebrow.

“No spoilers, sweetie.” She winked at him mischievously. “Now, hush. Looks like someone else has something to say.”

*****

#helluva boss #blitzø #stolas #stolitz #fanfic #blitzo #vivzieverse #vivziepop #vivienne medrano #brandon rogers #moxxillie #moxxie #helluva millie

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furenlvr · 6 months

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NSFW genshin impact tread 🔞

“Selected characters with c*ck warming kink and how they do it with you”

Tags: nsfw, smut, implied dirty-talk, c*ck warming kink, mutual consent

Characters: Dottore, Pantalone

Ships: fem!reader/character

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Dottore (博士）> oh, this guy likes warming his sh*ft inside of you. After a busy day in the lab once in a while he makes sure to crawl back to you pathetically asking for a little comfort, complaining about his undisciplined, disobedient clones. Once you two get in bed, he is not the one to offer his touch first, instead you have to make him want it. No matter how much he was complaining, he would always ask your permission first before doing something bold.

“Sometimes I just need a little spice, at the same time I want to be comforted… by you, my dear, only you. I don’t f*cking need anyone else.”

He kisses you ever so gently, undoing his pants and slowly, really slowly burying the tip of his heavy c*ck inside you, moaning and panting into your neck before it’s settled completely. Oh, you love this warm feeling, and he loves it no less. The way he embraces you from behind and the way you let him in, gently stroking the tip, before leading it all way inside you.

♢ ♢ ♢

Pantalone (富人）> in fact, he c*ck warms you quite often. Against the windowsill, the kitchen counter, the sofa in the living room — everywhere. But every time he does it it’s a special moment between you two. Pantalone is a man whose love language is physical touch, and he makes sure to shower you with affection, because you are the only one to satisfy his spiritual, intellectual and physical needs. You were ready to sleep, late at night, when he sneaked into your bedroom, anxious to interrupt your sleep and gently took the place next to you.

“You’re not sleeping?” he noticed the motion of your eyelids and a cheeky smile of yours.

“No”, you reply.

“I’m quite stressed tonight, you see”, he gently brushed your hair while lying behind you. You noticed something hot & hard pushing up against your back. Pantalone froze and explained: “That was involuntarily.”

“But you want it”, you responded to his touch with your hips brushing against his hardness.

Pantalone gasped but quickly got back to his smugness.

“Playing with fire, young lady? Heh… Perhaps I want to. Bury it inside you, close my eyes and stay like this for some time.”

You gently picked up his sh*ft from behind and stroked it. He covered your hand with his and with one swift movement tucks his stuff inside your tight little h*le. You gripped the bedsheets and realised he was not moving, instead shared his warmth with you, and you did the same.

“I didn’t know you like spooning so much”, you tell him.

“Your warmth, your tightness… this wholesome wet p*ssy~… I can’t get enough of this. I love you, I want you. I want to f*ck my love into you.” His fingers ever so softly brushed your leg. He buried his lips into your neck, you heard his breath.

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cfr749 · 2 years

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“Seriously — how do you watch so much of this garbage?”

And she must be feeling a little better because instead of ignoring him or giving him an irritated grumble of an answer, she shifts until she’s facing him and props her head up on her hand, and it’s Tim’s turn to squirm when the placement of her elbow almost causes him some very real pain. He holds her carefully in place as he adjusts his position underneath her until they are out of the danger zone. She laughs softly, cheeks flushing slightly once she realizes her mistake.

“Sorry,” she offers unconvincingly.

“Uh huh.” He slides his hand leisurely back along her side toward her hip. The blanket has shifted in response to their movements, and his eyes wander over her delicious thighs up to where the hem of her shirt offers him a tempting glimpse of the curve of her ass.

She follows his gaze and her blush deepens, but she doesn’t move to pull the blanket back into place. F*ck.

He leans over her and squints — it’s still half-obscured by the length of her shirt, but he’s pretty sure the bit of charming delightfulness scrawled across her ass today says Squeeze Me. His throat goes dry. Hadn’t he warned her about invitations she wasn’t planning to back up?

“What was that you were saying? Something about garbage?” she asks sweetly. Her fingers casually twist in the fabric of her shirt; the motion exposing the slightest bit more of her perfect back end.

Tim forces his gaze back up to her face because, god help him, this woman is going to end him.

And she looks just self-satisfied enough to get a rise out of him. Well, another kind of rise, that is.

He narrows his eyes; challenge accepted.

Read Beneath Your Beautiful, Part 10: Conflict & Resolution

#chenford fanfic #chenford fic #chenford fanfiction #chenford #the rookie fic #the rookie fanfic #the rookie #the rookie fanfiction #see lana write #beneath your beautiful

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dark9896 · 2 years

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Butterfly Fighter [Blurb Cannon]

This fun "crossover" blurb cannon was requested by anonymous 🦋

Klaus

Klaus felt feet on his back and stayed crouched over until you had leapt over his head. He was far too use to this fighting ability from you as your sword struck right through the heart of the enemy, pinning them to the wall. As much as Klaus wanted to talk this out, your opponents weren't as willing to sit down for a peace talk.

Though, between you and Klaus, a close-quarter combat fight was a joke of a training session.

Klaus was just relieved you returned to being a bit more gentle and sweet. He couldn't help but feel the split personality was a mental block to separate your actions in battle from your day to day. Despite you telling him you truly had no regrets killing to protect innocent people.

But he could rest easy that you could take care of yourself if necessary. It didn't change that Klaus would always be there for you when you needed him most.

Steven

This manic pixie was going to be the death of Steven, he was sure of it. Hair all styled up and wearing a floor length evening gown adorn with a beautiful butterfly pattern, Steven felt weak in the knees watching you descend the stairs. Knowing how much deadly force was wrapped under the surface.

Still never stops Steven from pulling out every stop in being romantic, even now as he offered his hand to walk you to car. A softly romantic evening between two of the most dangerous people in Hellsalem's Lot. Steven couldn't help but feel like it was some kind of cliche.

Though nothing clouded his mind as the two of you twirled gracefully across the dance floor. Expertly weaving between other couples, and Steven refused to let anyone else cut in.

Leo

Leo was mesmerized by your eyes, though part of his mind landed on how much they looked like Michella's. Even if it was just your style of fighting that had altered your appearance a little, something about the insectoid look reminded him of the starry eyes Michella had been left with.

Still didn't affect how many pictures he took of you. Simple close ups of you smiling or giggling, the occasional sniper shot of you in combat. Leo was honestly flabbergasted at the difference in your personality, but he really did understand why you'd feel so strongly about it.

If he could get a normal kind of revenge on the person who blinded his sister, he'd learn to properly fight too. But for now, he would just relax and accept your comforting words about how he was doing the right thing by helping the innocent people through Libra.

Honestly, Leo was starting to full believe it himself. That what little he could do made any kind of difference in the long run...

Zapp

"Alright Mighty Mouse. They're dead."

Zapp found your skills both extremely deadly... and extremely sexy. Petite danger and all that. But he couldn't help but be a little unnerved by just how efficient and blood thirsty you could be at times. Not like he knew how to help calm you down after a fight like this. Unless...

"So shorty, wanna go get some ice cream?" Zapp threw an arm around your shoulders, "Maybe just stop by Alic's for a milkshake?"

Your soft smile sent shivers down Zapp's spine. How the f-ck could you be so adorable after being so heinously violent?

"I think a shower would be a better idea first Stilts."

Zapp snickered and walked off without saying anything else. Not like he could really stand toe to toe with you on this. Not when you could slice him to ribbons in a second... if you choose to do so.

Zed

Zed was a little awe-struck, watching you fold little origami pieces. Highly intricate designs that were able to move like their real world inspirations. Your level of focus, your skills, the way you fought. All of it made Zed re-evaluate his thoughts about humans and their delicate nature.

Though he couldn't help but wonder what kind of trauma you had to suffer through to become such a deadly fighter. Your skills with a blade could back even Klaus into a corner during sparring. Yet you always seemed to be really sweet and gentle.

It confused Zed to no end. Though for now, Zed was content using Windweaver to float your little paper creations around. Soft eyes studying your face while you smiled at his handiwork. It really was such a difference, though Zed was glad for it. Since it would be a little weird if you were always out for a fight.

#bbb #kekkai sensen #kkss #blood blockade battlefront #klaus von reinherz #steven starphase #zed o'brien #zapp renfro #leonardo watch #ask

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bitemescftly · 1 year

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OPEN STARTER ;; anna’s fc will be ad*laide ka,ne. plot: your muse is anna’s regular cIient. someone she often takes care of but this time he came over a bit earlier and she’s not quite ready possible: tab*o, call girl, s*x toy, croweater of a mc, dancer, etc || please don’t like my starters unless you plan on replying!

“It’s nothing.” Anna shook her head, turning away from the man who had just walked into the room - she was not ready yet, half of her make up not yet applied and the rather large bruise on her temple and eye plainly visible even with the dimmed lights. “Please wait in the lounge for me, baby, I’ll be with you in fifteen minutes all pretty again.” The brunette added, offering as much of a flirtatiously easy smile as she could, trying not to wince in pain from how the smile caused her lips to move and in turn the split skin to ache. It was not as bad as it used to be a few days ago though, so even if the dark purplish mark was still there, it was a bit smaller and healing - not as swollen, her busted lip looking so much better. Anna turned to face her vanity mirror, grabbing a bottle of heavy cover foundation to work on hiding the injury when an arm stopped her. She let out a soft, pained sigh the moment his hand gently grabbed her chin and tilted her head to face him. The brunette didn’t fight his touch, allowing the man to turn her head so he could see the true extent of the damage done to her delicate, pale skin. The face that he loved to kiss so much, the lips that he adored wrapped around his c*ck - broken, ruined. “I can get another girl for you tonight.” Anna offered softly, wincing when his thumb brushed over her tender lower lip before the woman chuckled quietly, green eyes meeting his “Unless you just wanna f*ck, that I can do.”

#;( S. STARTER )#indie smut rp #indie kink rp

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floorbe · 3 years

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Fem!so sucking kaito, korekiyo, shuichi, mondo, and taka’s d//ck for the first time and is shy about it pls for headcannons!!

yeah! n*sw under the cut//

Kaito Momota

-Tries to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible during foreplay!

-Cracking jokes, kissing you gently, etc. He wants to keep it light hearted

-When you position yourself in front of him, he sends you a big grin, reassuring you that you don’t have to, you can stop whenever

-Moans encouragingly as you take him into your mouth, bringing a hand up to place on your head

-He whispers breathy praises all the while, sliding his eyes shut. “Y-you’re doing so good, baby...”

-He clenches the bedsheets with his free hand, trying not to thrust into your mouth at all and overwhelm you

-If you need to take a break, he’ll grin and breathily invite you to sit next to him, chatting away

-If you don’t want him to look at you, he’ll gladly throw his head back instead

Korekiyo Shinguji

-He can tell you’re a little shy so he tries his best to have the foreplay be sweet and gentle

-Knows exactly what to say to both comfort you and fluster you at the same time

-“Oh, yes, dearest, just like that...” “You’re wonderful at this, darling...” “Now, look up at me, will you? ...Yes, beautiful”

-Keeps a hand on your head to gently guide you to take him further into your mouth

-He tries to restrain his hips, but he can’t help the way they twitch up into you when you look up at him like that

-If you need to pull back bc you’re embarrassed he’ll let you, murmuring comforts to you, you’re doing so well!

-If you don’t want him to look at you he’ll be a little disappointed, but he’ll just tilt his head back and enjoy

Shuichi Saihara

-He’s a little shy, too, so you two can work through this together!

-It’s a little awkward at first as you two both settle, flustered as you kneel in front of him

-You’re both silent as you nervously stare at his cock before he starts, “U-um, we don’t h-have to if- oh!”

-He lets out a sudden moan as you lurch forward to take him into your mouth

-He squeezes his eyes shut, clutching the bedsheets as he moans

-He occasionally looks down at you to make sure you still look comfortable, and if you don’t he’ll gently stop you and offer a break

-If you say yes, he’ll smile softly and pat the bed beside him to take it with you

-If not, he’ll lay back on the bed so that he isn’t staring at you and possibly making you more shy

Mondo Oowada

-Teases you a little bit for how shy you look when you offer, but the pink hue on his cheeks suggests he’s just as flustered as you are

-He simmers down the teasing as you start unzipping his pants, instead focusing on encouraging you whenever you pause out of embarrassment

-“Y-yeah, just like that, baby” “Now j-just-... fuck, yes-”

-He places a hand on your head to help guide you, occasionally running his fingers along your scalp to make you more comfortable

-Tries to keep his hips planted, but he’ll accidentally thrust up sometimes and apologize directly after

-He groans when you lock eyes with him, eyes sliding halfway shut as he praises you

-If you need to take a break or stop he’ll be fine with it! He’ll finish himself off in the bathroom and come back to cuddle

-If you don’t want him looking at you, he’ll just nod and lean back to lay down as you continue. Anything to make you more comfortable

Kiyotaka Ishimaru

-He’s just as shy as you are tbh

-Neither of you can look each other in the eye as you unzip his pants

-He tries his best to be encouraging, but he’s too embarrassed to say anything remotely dirty

-So it just ends up being something like “U-um, that f-feels nice” “C-can you do that again, please?”

-He’ll eventually end up glancing down and locking eyes with you on accident

-His face his beet red as he lets out a whine at how flustered you look

-If you need to take a break, he’s 100% willing!! He’ll get water for you and everything

-Or if you don’t want him to look at you, that’s no problem either! He’s fine just squeezing his eyes shut

#n*sw//#kaito momota x reader #korekiyo shinguji x reader #shuichi saihara x reader #mondo oowada x reader #kiyotaka ishimaru x reader #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa scenarios #danganronpa x reader #kaito momota #korekiyo shinguji #shuichi saihara #mondo oowada #Kiyotaka Ishimaru #danganronpa #thh #v3

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hoehoeyeah · 3 years

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F*ck Me, Daddy!

One thing I like about older men is their straightforward, no-nonsense approach to hook up. I snagged one who was staying nearby at a temporarily rented accommodation.

I was just walking towards the entrance of a swanky new mixed-use development, when a man in business attire waved cheerily at me from some distance. I politely waved back, and fell in step with him. He was carrying some food and bottled water.

"How was the traffic?" he asked.

"Manageable," I said, while giving him a quick once-over. He was shorter than average and looked like your typical Chinese business man. What he lacked in height he made up with a bubbly gregarious personality, which put me at ease instantly.

The unit he rented was empty and cool when we entered. Immediately to the left of the door, there was an open pantry and right ahead, there was a drop leaf table that served as a dining/working space. At the far end was a sleek leather sofa facing a TV unit mounted on a wall. There was a balcony but I couldn't see much as the curtains were drawn against the evening heat.

"Drinks?" he offered. I took a bottle of beverage from him and drank up. We made some small talk, just to ease into each others' company.

We hugged for what seemed like an eternity, then he grabbed my crotch. "Hard already, huh."

"I haven't cum for weeks," I explained.

"Let me help you," he said in a teasing tone.

We undressed without much fuss. I was surprised to see his thin, black bikini briefs. Well dressed to the core, this guy.

He took my arm and led me to the only bedroom behind that TV wall. It was sparsely furnished with a double bed, a bedside drawer and a sleek white clothes rack.

We tumbled onto the bed and touched each other ferociously. His thighs and legs were so powerfully built and his bum could be the envy of every bottom. He pecked me on the lips, as if trying to test waters, then we went full on French kiss. His tongue danced expertly with mine, while his hands groped me everywhere. I shivered at his every touch.

I tossed him so that he was on his back, then I licked and sucked at his hardening nipples. He was freshly showered and smelled delicious. As I serviced him, his cock rose to life and poked at my thigh. I took it in hand and jerked it languidly.

Now that his nipples were wet and pointy, I tackled his dick instead. It was of average size, which was easy to suck without much difficulty. I sucked him to the root then slowly licked the sides of his shaft. His soft big balls were warm to the touch. At this point, he was moaning softly.

Once he had enough, he swapped places with me. I lay on the big soft bed and enjoyed being sucked by him. As if possessed, he deep-throated me till I felt tingles down my back. I pulled him up with a warning that I was close to orgasm. "Oh, must not let you off so soon," he said cheekily, and attacked my nipples.

His tongue circled my areola, then he vacuum sucked my nipples in turns till I was moaning incoherently. My hands tweaked with his nipples and my feet swept against his ass weakly while he played me enthusiastically.

I found myself getting high and sweating buckets even though the air conditioning was on full blast. He rimmed my ass next, which made my toes curl in intense pleasure. I warned him that I was getting close but he carried on anyway, making me squirt big globs of cum all over my abs and chest.

"Wanna get fucked?" he asked. I was getting tired but the sudden orgasm wasn't fulfilling enough, so I agreed.

He went to look for condom and lubricant, while I adjourned to the en-suite. I washed off my cum and douched as best as I could. He looked on with a smile, then brought me a clean towel.

I patted myself dry and laid the cloth on the bed. I lay on it and helped myself to his lube. He rolled a condom on and lubed generously. I fingered myself till a few digits went in and out smoothly.

"Ready?"

I nodded.

"If pain, let me know," he said reassuringly.

I guided him to ease his head into my opening. It took a few tries before he entered correctly. I pushed out my muscles as much as I could to accommodate his shaft. A dullness settled once his full length was parked inside my chute.

"Pain," I whispered. It had been months since my last fuck, so I was grateful to see him taking it slow and applying even more lube.

I nodded once the pain melted into pleasure. He smirked and went full speed, rocking the bed so roughly that it drowned my moans. He drilled me without mercy yet at the same time he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me passionately. My legs wobbled with effort, and I felt my dick growing harder again.

He placed his head next to mine and I whispered naughty things. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, it's so good, yeah, fuck me daddy, fuck me daddy!"

Those words seemed to spur him on and he slammed harder than before. All at once he grunted and spasmed in me, then I felt him unloading powerfully into the condom.

I got a kiss from him as reward. We hugged a while before he pulled out, taking care to wrap the condom in some tissues. I grabbed a few myself to wipe the sweat and lube off my body.

We showered separately then dressed up. He was eager to get back to his family, and so was I. We exchanged numbers and promised to meet again.

#hoehoeyeah #gay stories

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levis-hazelnut · 3 years

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Levi x Reader Tea Parties

Summary: You’re a new addition to the Scout Regiment, and you bring along with your six-year-old daughter. An unexpected bond forms between you and the Corporal when he seems to be attached to your daughter and spends quite a bit of time with her.

(D/N) = daughter’s name

"Everyone, this is (Y/N) (L/N). She will be joining us, the Scout Regiment, today and I expect all of you to make her comfortable here," Commander Erwin announced as you slightly stood in front of him, his hands on your shoulders. "I wouldn't mind giving her a little tour," a brown-haired boy smirked to his friend. "Shut up, Jean. Can't you see she has someone already?" another boy with turquoise eyes whispered, gesturing to the little girl beside you, gripping your hand.

Little did they know, you could hear their conversation, despite them trying to be secretive. You watched them as they spoke, or more like argued, as the tall, blonde man next to you was saying things that were at the back of your mind. "Cadet (Y/N)?" "... Oh, sorry. Yes?" You found it a little unusual to be addressed like that. "If there's anything you need, just come to me. Don't be shy." "Okay. Thank you, Sir." "And..." His crystal eyes scanned the crowd before he called out two names, "Armin, Mikasa!" Said people approached both of you, saluting to him, which he dismissed with the wave of his hand. "I need both of you to help (L/N) settle in and show her around. Is that okay?" "Yes, Sir." "Thank you. I'll be off then." You flashed a smile at them, radiating your friendly nature. They smiled in return and greeted you before you noticed their gaze fall onto the (H/C)-haired female next to you. "This is my daughter. (D/N)." "How old is she?" Mikasa asked. "She'll be six in a couple of months," you replied prior to crouching down. "Say hi to Mikasa and Armin, sweetie." The young girl threw herself at you in order to hide from the new people, causing you to chuckle softly. "She's shy. But in about a week she'll be fine with everyone." "She's really cute. And she looks a lot like you," Armin commented. "Aw, thank you,” you grinned in response as you could literally see a single question swimming in his orbs. A question which has been asked a couple of times prior. "I'm twenty-six, by the way. So I'm not young compared to you lot." "Wow. I would have guessed you were about eighteen." You giggled. "That's very flattering. Anyway, should we get going?" "Oh, yeah." All three of you started to walk around the castle and they introduced you to any people you met along the way and showed you the rooms you went past. As you wandered around, you made conversation with them, finding out that they were sweet people. And you told them a bit about yourself, but not too much since they were still new people to you. "(Y/N), right?" The brown-haired boy from earlier took your hand and pressed his lips against it. "Yes..." "Jean, stop it." Mikasa slapped his hand away. "I don't see a ring." "Jean!" "I-it's fine. He's right, I'm not married;;." "I can give you another tour later if you want." You arched an eyebrow and shook your head in disbelief. This teenager is trying to hook up with someone who is twenty-six and has a child? "I didn't come here to be flirted with by some guy I just met." "Well, in a few months, my offer will still be there," he smirked before walking away. How cocky can that idiot get? Did he not get the message that you don't want that kind of interaction with him? "Forget about him. He's a jerk." "I see that--" "Oh my god!! You're (Y/N)?! I'm Hanji! It's nice to meet you!!" A brunette came sprinting towards you, jumping onto you as a male strolled behind her with a crease settled in between his eyebrows. "AWWW!!! Is that your daughter?! She's adorable, I could just eat her!!!" "Sh*tty Glasses, you going to f*cking kill her before a titan does." "Hanji, could you get off of her?" Armin asked. "Excuse me, Hanji? I'm kind of getting squished between you and the floor." "Oh, sorry!" She sprung off of you before laughing maniacally at the sight in front of her, which was the raven and your daughter. "What the f*ck are you doing, you sh*tty brat?" the raven snapped at your daughter, who tugged at his trousers and bit the fabric. "Are you trying to strip me?" He tried kicking her away. That guy is stupid to think that he could talk to (D/N) like that and swear in front of her and kick her. No one would want to mess with your daughter because they would suffer from a mother's wrath. Everyone should know that you never want to anger a mother through their child. That's when their ugly side comes out and no one wants that. "Hanji," you said through gritted teeth as she looked at you. "Who is he?" "That's Levi!" "LEVI!! HOW DARE YOU TALK TO MY DAUGHTER LIKE THAT?! I swear, I'll beat the crap out of you if you don't stop!!" He scoffed. "As if I'm scared of a newbie like you." "Corporal, I think you should take a look at her." Oh, damn. You look like you could destroy humanity with that glare directed on that one male. Titans will run away from you if they saw you right now. And from the way your nails dug into your palm, you could probably rip through your skin. "Fine, here's your daughter." He gripped the back of her dress and dropped her in front of you before casually leaving the scene. "It's not my fault she wanted to see me naked." "I don't think anyone will want to see you naked with an attitude like that," you spat, causing him to stop and face you. "Tell that to me when those hundreds of women leave me alone." "Hundreds of women who have no taste," you muttered. "Damn, I've never seen anyone talk to Corporal like that," Armin whispered. "How did (Y/N)'s personality switch just like that?" "It's that mother's wrath thing. Just don't do anything to her daughter," Hanji notified them. "Do you have a problem with me?" Levi crossed his arms over his chest. "Just don't be like that with my daughter and I won't have a problem with you." "Okay." "Did Shorty just say 'okay'? He didn't fight back? He listened to someone he just met a couple of minutes ago?" Hanji rambled in shock before wiggling her eyebrows with a goofy grin. "Looks like someone's taken a liking to (Y/N)~" "Shut up, Sh*tty Glasses," he snarled before turning around and walking away. "Why would I like a brat like her? And I barely know anything about her." "Hanji's always like this. Forget about what she says. Whatever she says isn't true most of the time," Mikasa told you. "Okay. Let's just get out of here." "Well, we've basically shown you everything. Oh, we forgot the most important thing - your room." "Mikasa, Armin!" a voice called, causing the three of you to come to a halt. "Have you seen Horse Breath?" "Why?" "He put horse sh*t in my shoes. That b*stard." "I mean, we saw him like five minutes ago. He might be outside." "Thanks," he grinned. "Who's Horse Breath?" you inquired. "Jean." "I see..." When you arrived at your room, they gave you the key and left you to settle in. There was a double bed and a bedside table with a single lantern, sitting atop it. A chair settled in a corner of the room and there was a wardrobe.

You approached a door and reached for the cold knob, opening the door to see a small bathroom. Letting out a satisfied sigh, you closed the door and sat down on the bed where your daughter already lay. You brushed the hair from her face, giving her a tender smile and leaned down to kiss her forehead. "Do you like it, sweetie?" She nodded before sitting up. "I like Levi, too." "What? Why?" "He's nice." "How is he nice?" "He wasn't being rude to me. I saw him smile when he tried taking me off his leg." "I didn't notice." "He's nice, mummy. You didn't need to get angry." "I'll need to see just how nice he is," you murmured before a couple of knocks sounded, so you got up to open it and saw Erwin standing there. You invited him, standing to the side and widening the door as he walked in. Before this, you failed to see that Levi was behind him and he stepped inside as well. "How do you like it?" Erwin asked. "It's so much better than where I lived before." "You're lucky. You're one of the few brats who get their own room," Levi stated in a monotonous voice. "I'm grateful for that." The blonde smiled at you, averting his gaze to (D/N). "Hello, (D/N)." "Hi!" "Looks like she already likes you," you beamed, staring at your daughter in admiration before resting your features and turning to the shorter male. "And, Corporal Levi, she seems to like you as well." "Maybe she's one of the hundreds who don't have taste." "... Sorry about that, I didn't mean it. You know, just don't hurt my child in any way." "I know I shouldn't if I want to stay in my current, healthy state." You laughed softly, but he had no sign of amusement on his visage. That is until your daughter held his index finger, looking up at him with gleaming orbs. This time you were able to see the tiniest of smiles sneak its way to his lips. "Levi, will you play with me?" "No. I have work to do, brat." "Don't get annoyed when he calls her brat because he calls nearly everyone that," Erwin told you, knowing about the little commotion since Hanji had informed him. You nodded in response. "Anyway, I have to go. I'll see you later." "Bye, Sir." "Aww, what about after that?" (D/N) pouted. "I have to train my squad." "And after that?" "It'll be dinner and then your bedtime." "How about tomorrow?" "I don't know." "Come on, (D/N). He has to do some work." "But I want to play with him." "Baby, we aren't here for fun. Not everyone will be able to play with you." "Will you play with me, mummy?" "No. She has cleaning duty," Levi answered for you. "Cleaning! Can I help?!" "She likes to clean?" "Yeah. We both love to," you said as you picked her up, noticing that (D/N)'s hand was still wrapped around his forefinger. He saw what you were looking at and snatched his finger away, almost immediately. "Look, Erwin, they're like a family," Hanji whispered excitedly as she looked through the gap in your door. "Hanji, leave them alone." The female sighed heavily, silently closing the door before it suddenly opened again, revealing Levi who frowned at the both of them. "What are you doing?" he asked the brunette and blonde. "We were just passing by." "What are you doing, Shorty?" "I'm talking to an idiot." He left the two and made way to his office. ~/~ Seven months have gone past since you became a Scout and people enjoy you and your daughter's presence. Most scouts are grateful that you would do most of the work since they do a poor job and you end up doing it again. Everyone loves your daughter, especially and surprisingly, Levi who apparently doesn't have time to play with her, but you find them playing different games every day. Most of the time it would be tea parties and you love to see Levi interact with her and see his soft side. Once you changed into your uniform, you left your room to go clean which your daughter volunteered to do with you. You started to clean the corridors, mopping the floors, wiping windows and dusting any surfaces. Sasha and Connie were cleaning as well, or more like messing around. "Hey, you two?" "Yeah?" "You can go. I'll clean since you guys aren't doing anything." "Really?! You're amazing!!" You smiled at them as they ran off like little kids. (D/N) was more mature than them even though they're like triple her age. You dunked the mop in the bucket and wrung it out, so it isn't soaked before dragging it across the floor, doing a better job than the scouts that did it before. You blew a strand of hair away from your face and rolled your sleeves up since they had decided to travel down your arms. "Have some rest, honey," you told the little girl cleaning alongside you. "I'm fine." "I think both of you should rest. You've been cleaning for at least two hours," a voice chimed in. "We're fine, Sir." "What about you? Are you tired, (D/N)?" "A little bit. but it's fine." "Go rest, darling. You've done enough." "But I want to help you, mummy." "(D/N), go,” you ordered, your tone stern but gentle. "Okay." "Sir, would you mind taking her to our room, please?" "Of course." Erwin strolled beside her as you watched them disappear as they went further away. Since you were finally alone, it enabled you to clean quicker.

And when you were finally done, you sighed in relief, glad you were finally done after another half hour of tiring your muscles.

Your content expression soon turned dark when two boys came tumbling your way, shouting profanities at each other. Eren floored Jean, who sprung back up almost immediately and was about to throw a punch to the other's face, but you caught his wrist, preventing him from harming Eren any further. "What are you doing?" "That titan idiot punched me for no reason." "It was an accident. I was training and you got in the way. You just need glasses to see where you're going!" "You need glasses to see what you're punching!!" "Shut up, both of you!" you demanded and they silenced. "If you were outside, how the hell did you end up here?" "Oh, I don't know." Jean shrugged. You rolled your eyes, freeing his wrist from your grip and he rubbed the, now, red skin. "Honestly, you guys are so immature." "He started--" "I don't care. I'm just going to my room and I would like it if I don't hear any fighting." "Sorry, (Y/N)." "You're still young. You haven't matured yet like you were supposed to a few years ago." "You know, you make it sound like you're old, but you're still young. So what if you're twenty-six? That's still young," Eren stated. "Thank you. But I feel old when I see you." "Age doesn't matter. I would love to have you in my bed at any age." "Shut up, Jean." You rolled your eyes once again, leaving the two and making your way to your room, opening the door to find your daughter and Levi on the bed, having yet another tea party. Hearing her giggle caused a tender smile to edge onto your lips as you closed the door and padded to the bed, where they sat, and stood by it. "Hi, mummy!!" She got up from the bed and hugged your legs as you ruffled her hair. "Hey, honey. Did you have fun?" "Yeah! Levi played with me." "Looks like you had time to play with her again." "I still have work to do, but Erwin asked me to stay with her." "You can go do your work now if you want." "I can leave my work for later," he replied reluctantly, not wanting to admit that he would rather stay with (D/N). "I wouldn't think you were good with kids, seeing as how you seem to be harsh with the cadets." "She isn't at that age when she's spoiled and bratty. Or when she's annoying like the other brats here." "Was that a compliment?" Levi ignored you, watching (D/N) climb back onto the bed and she jumped onto his lap, spilling the hot contents in his mug over him. He hissed when the tea seeped through his clothes and tried to keep his patience at the cause of the accident. He stood up as you rushed to pass him a cloth. "Sorry." You gave an apologetic smile. "You can go to the bathroom and change out of your clothes while I get you some from your room. I would give you mine, but I doubt they will fit." "Just take your a*s and get me clothes," he grumbled. You nodded, despite the rudeness, and left your room, pacing to his office to get a spare uniform. You took out a pristine, white shirt and some neatly folded trousers before hurrying back to your room, careful to not crease the clothing. Knocking lightly on the bathroom door, it opened a few seconds later to reveal a shirtless Levi. Quickly, you passed him the clothes, trying to not get distracted by his abs and the scars that adorned his skin. He wordlessly closed the door before you sat on your bed, next to (D/N) who was strangely quiet. She probably just felt bad for spilling the tea on her new 'best friend'. You pulled her into your arms and kissed her cheek, resting your chin on the top of her head as she buried her face in your chest. "It's okay, baby," you said quietly. Upon hearing the click of the door, you flitted your eyes towards it and the raven came into sight as you gave him a small smile. He took the (H/C)-haired girl away from you, holding her in his arms and brushing a few locks from her face. His back faced you, so you weren't able to see the smile he owned. "I'm not angry at you." "You aren't?" "Of course not." She flung her arms around him, grinning which turned into laughter when he tickled her, squirming in his hold. You let a grin grace your lips; you wouldn't mind Levi being (D/N)'s step-father. Wait. No. What am I thinking? Shut up, brain, you thought, fighting your mind that decided to develop feelings for the male during the time you spent here. He placed her back on the ground and straightened her clothes for her, fiddling with a few strands of her hair as he stood behind her, now facing you. As he gazed at you, you could sense that he wanted to say something, so you lifted an eyebrow, questioning his silence. His eyes motioned to (D/N), letting you know that he doesn't want her to be here while he talks to you. You gave a discreet nod in understanding, ending your telepathic conversation there. "Sweetie, do you want to go play with Hanji?" "Okay!" "I'll be right back. I'll take her to Hanji." You took her petite hand in yours, leading her down the corridor as you thought about what Levi would want to speak about. You didn't notice Hanji until (D/N) squealed her name, darting towards her. "Hi!! What do you need?" "Can you stay with her for a while? I need to do something." "Sure!" "Thank you." When you wandered back to your room, you closed the door behind you as you sat back down on the bed, leaning against the headboard and crossed your legs after taking your shoes off, and patted the spot in front of you for Levi, who was still standing in the same spot as if he hadn't moved at all. He joined you on the other side of the bed, sitting on the edge with his feet on the floor. "What did you want to talk about?" "I don't think anyone has asked you yet." "What?" "Who's the father of (D/N)?" Silently, you stared at the sheets that spread over the mattress you rested on. Even after seven months of getting to know the people here, you weren't prepared to answer this question. And they were respectful enough to not inquire you on a subject you never seemed to like bringing up. "He..." you started before swallowing. "He died when the Colossal and Armored Titan attacked Shiganshina. We were fleeing from our house and I had (D/N) in my arms. I was so focused on getting to safety that I didn't realise my husband wasn't near us. When I looked back--" Your voice cracked as you bowed your head and let your hair fall to cover your face. There weren’t any tears, but you just wanted to conceal your expression. "You don't need to carry on if you can't," he whispered, fighting back the urge to hug you. "No. I-I'm fine." You pushed your hair back, keeping your eyes on the material underneath you, which seemed to be more attractive that the man in front of you. "I looked back and I saw a three-metre titan, who grabbed my husband. I saw him look at me as I froze, not able to think about what to do. I was useless and couldn't save the person I loved the most when he was right in front of me." "We all have times like that. And there wouldn’t even have been something you could do without gear." "But he was right there. I saw him get devoured by that damn monster. But he didn't have any fear shown on his face, I could see a smile. I don't even know why he was smiling, but I'm glad he was. At least, I wouldn't have an image of him screaming. Since then, I wanted to join the Survey Corps to be more useful but I waited until (D/N) was old enough to wander around here by herself. She is still quite young, though, she's really mature for her age and I'm happy to see that she doesn't seem full of misery. She was only a year old when her father died, so I doubt she knows anything about him apart from what I tell her. She always loves to hear stories about him and her full attention is at me when I tell her. Every memory I have of him is still fresh, even after all these y--" "(Y/N)!!!" You were startled by the sudden outburst and the slam of your door. Head snapping in that direction, you see Hanji standing there without (D/N). "Hanji, where's (D/N)?" "I don't know!!" "What do you mean you don’t know?!" you yelled. "I went to get Eren, so I left her in my office. I was literally like five minutes and when I went back, she was gone! I don't know where she went and so I came here because I thought you would know where she is." "Hanji, I leave you with her for like ten minutes and you already lost her?!" "I'm sorry!" "Gosh, I'll go look for her myself," you mumbled, trodding past Hanji. "Shorty, what are you doing here?" "I was talking to (Y/N)." "About what?" "You don't need to know." "You guys are hiding something from me!! Tell me!" "No. I have to go look for a girl that someone lost." You paced through the castle, looking in all the possible places she could be, but still couldn't find her even with the help of Levi. A heavy sigh slipped past your lips as you leaned against the wall, your eyes on the ceiling. "Where can she be?" "We haven't checked my room and Erwin's room." "Oh my gosh! You're right! How did I forget about that?" Levi went to his office as you ran to Erwin's and hastily knocked before opening it with no hesitation. "Sir, have you see (D/N)?" "No. What happened?" You quickly explained what happened before jogging to Levi's room to find your daughter in his arms. You beamed and took her from his grip, peppering her face with kisses. "Don't leave the person I leave you with, baby," you whispered as you rested your forehead on hers. "I got bored, so I went to look for Levi. I was going to wait here until he came back." "So, you're just going to forget about your mother and look for him? I see how it is." "No. I love you more, mummy." "More? So you love him? How close are you with my daughter, Levi?" He had allowed you to call him Levi due to the time all three of you have spent together and you were able to form some kind of friendship with him. There was a slight smirk on his lips, while you noticed the flicker of amusement in his ashen hues. "Anyway, we're going to go to the mess hall for dinner. You coming?" He glanced at his desk, where a meagre pile of paperwork sat before looking at both of you and proceeded to walk, letting you know he will come. He shut his door and strolled next to (D/N) as you were on her other side. Anyone who would see you three, and didn't know you, could mistake you for a small, happy family. "AWWWWWWW!!!!!" You rolled your eyes, knowing who it was and it just had to be her to see you. But none of you stopped, ignoring the squealing behind you. "Hanji, you sound like a kettle about to explode! Can you shut up?" you snapped, turning around once being fed up. "You guys are so cute!! I love it! Like you love each other!" "Shut up!!" both of you shouted as the door to the mess hall opened. Silence fell upon the room as they all looked your way. "... Hey, guys!" You shone a smile at them, acting as if nothing happened. "(D/N), in the near future, Levi's going to be your dad," Hanji snickered quietly to the young girl, and you shot daggers at her. "Sh*tty Glasses, shut your f*cking mouth." The pure girl gasped at Levi's words, her (E/C) orbs wide as she stared at him. He apologised to her and strode to a table, forgetting about the people gazing at him. You went to a different table and sat down, not bothering to communicate with anyone since you weren't in a great mood due to Hanji. ~/~ "Mummy!! Mummy!!! Wake up!" "Yes, darling?" you murmured as you were still half asleep. "Mummy!" You were fully awake now, looking at the adorable face in front of yours as (D/N) bounced on you with excitement. "What do you want?" "It's my birthday today!!" "Okay." "Muuuuuummyyyyyy!!!!" "I'm joking, baby. Happy birthday!" you laughed as you plopped her down next to you, tickling her. "Stop!! Stop it!" she giggled.

You stopped tickling her and gave a loving kiss on her cheek as she caught her breath. When you got out of bed, you stretched as a yawn left your mouth. Both of you freshened up and got ready for the day, leaving your room to have breakfast. "Mummy, did you get me a present?" "Of course, I did. I'll give it to you later." "I want to see if Levi got me something!" You weren't exactly looking forward to seeing Levi since you would end up talking to him. And then, Hanji would come out from nowhere and irritate the hell out of you. And you don't want to be grumpy today because then (D/N) wouldn't be as enthusiastic as she is now. When you entered the mess hall, it was already full of scouts who came up to her and wished her a happy birthday. A few gave small presents, due to having little money, which varied of different chocolates and sweets, and that sort of thing. Once you finished eating, you left the building but let (D/N) stay in the mess hall as they all played with her and kept her company. You roamed the grounds of HQ to have some fresh air after all the people that surrounded you minutes before. When you reached the stables, you decided to stroke your chestnut horse. "What's wrong?" You turned around to see Levi nearing you, and gave him a miniature smile. "Nothing." "(D/N) is thrilled to have all the attention, but I couldn't go to her yet since I don't have a present." "Levi, you're her best friend. How could you do that?” you teased. “She was excited to see what you would get her." "I didn't have time to. What did you get her?" "A bicycle." "That's expensive." "I know, but I wanted to make her happy, unlike some other people that failed to do that since they forgot about her birthday." "Shut up. I didn't forget. I was planning to get her something, but I had a lot of work to do," he protested. "I know. I'm kidding," you grinned. "I could say that the bike is from both of us. I mean, I just don't want her to be disappointed that you didn't get anything for your best friend." "You're going to pester me because of this, aren't you?" "Yep! But I'll say it was from both of us." "Thanks." "What? That's the first thanks I've heard from you. You probably just feel bad for forgetting about your best friend's birthday present." "Tch. Well, I didn't forget about the present I got for you." "A present for me? Why?" "Do you not want it?" "What is it?" "Close your eyes." Hesitantly, you complied and lidded your eyes, waiting for him to tell you to open your eyes. But he never did. Instead, you felt gentle hands settle on either side of your hips and lips press against yours, which is when you opened your eyes in shock and saw his eyelids in place of his eyes. After realising what was happening, you returned the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his lips morph into a smirk. "Oooo~! What's happening here~? Looks like they decided to have a party of their own." You parted straight away and saw the huddle of scouts which Hanji and (D/N) stood in front of. A light blush dusted onto your cheeks as you stood behind Levi, who faced the bunch with a glare. "See, I told you that Levi will be your dad in the future, (D/N)." "Levi, mummy? Is that true?" "... I mean... we don't know what going to happen in the future..." you responded nervously. "I want Levi to be my dad!" She dashed towards him and jumped up, so Levi could lift her up. "And I want you to be my daughter," he hummed softly, making sure no one heard him. From here, your future with Levi takes a step forward. You don't know what the future holds for you, (D/N) and Levi, so you don't know if you will be a small, happy family. But for now, you'll cherish every moment you have with Levi and remember every moment, big or small, to tell any other children you have. To think that (D/N) having tea parties with Levi is what brought you two together.

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callboxkat · 3 years

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Banished (part 1)

Prompt: Banished

Author’s note: Mappy MerMay! (edit: I see the typo and I choose to keep it)

Summary: Janus has been banished from his pod for crimes that he did not commit. However, this merman’s bad luck is far from over. A mer is not meant to live on their own in the open ocean, and as one would expect, things do not go well. Enter: Florida Man.

Chapter Warnings: false accusations, past imprisonment, banishment, treating someone as an outcast, censored swearing, crying, death mentions

Word count: 2415

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“Janus, third child of Mariana and Glycon, you are hereby banished from this pod, and from all pods who condemn the nature of your crimes.��

Janus had known it was coming, but nevertheless, the merman felt the verdict stab through him like a harpoon. The water around him suddenly felt 10 degrees colder, and the walls of the chamber seemed to loom ever closer, suffocating him.

Banished.

Murmurs rippled through the small crowd. Scales shimmered as the gathered mers, most already hanging on the edges of the chamber, tried to distance themselves further from the outcast. From him.

“You will have until sunset to leave the reef. Should you be found within our territory after the sun sinks below the horizon, the penalty is death.”

Janus simply stared at the merwoman before him, holding herself tall in front of the ornate coral design upon the wall of the chamber, her face stony. Her verdict was final, and Janus knew it. It didn’t matter that he was innocent. Officially, he was a criminal. An outcast. Banished. Trying to fight her decision would only further tarnish his image, and most likely that of the family and friends he left behind.

A part of him didn’t care about that. But the part that did held his tongue.

Janus’s eyes shifted toward the back of the chamber, where he could see most of his family huddled together. His mother was crying, being held by his father. His siblings looked stunned. A part of Janus wanted to call out, to tell them to do something, even though he knew that there was nothing any of them could do to save him. He wasn’t sure they even believed him, that he had not committed these crimes. While they never told him so, their notably few visits while he was in prison spoke volumes.

His eyes slid back to the judge, and he dipped his head in bitter acceptance. His fists tightened, and the long, metal chain attacked to one of his arms clinked softly. It was there both to keep him trapped and to prevent him to use his electric abilities, as if he would ever do something so loathsome and barbaric, even if his family hadn’t been in the room.

The judge raised her hands, and the chamber began to empty. A couple of Janus’s siblings glanced back at him as they left, but mostly, the mers who had come for the show avoided looking at him now. They would not want to be associated with an outcast. He understood, even if anger gathered in his chest. Even his parents refused to look in his direction, and the glances his siblings spared him were brief.

Finally, when all who remained were Janus, the judge, and the guards, two off them swam to his sides and unlocked the chain from Janus’s wrist, one keeping a clawed hand at the back of Janus’s neck as a warning. The cuff was replaced with another, lighter, but permanent one. This one was etched with sharp symbols. Janus closed his eyes and clenched his jaw as it was locked in place, a permanent hindrance to how much of his electricity he could use without harming himself, a solemn marker of his fate, and a warning to all others of his crimes. He would never be taken into another pod, not with that on his wrist. Not unless he could somehow get somewhere far enough away that they might not know what it meant.

At last, the guards let him go. He was allowed to leave. To prepare for his departure, and to say goodbye.

Janus opened his eyes and looked up at the judge, who remained at her post, watching him. He knew that he was supposed to thank her for her mercy, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. He figured that the “Go f*ck yourself” he actually wanted to say would do him and his family no favors, so he compromised and simply turned and swam from the room.

His life was over, in every way that mattered.

Outside, the bustling atmosphere of the reef seemed in sharp contrast to the somber mood within the chamber. Fish and other sea creatures weaved between glimmering mers. Cheerful gossip could be heard, as well as mers arguing over prices at colorful stalls, or calling out greetings to each other. Some kids seemed to be trying to see who could get the most pebbles to sail between the fork in a tall spire of coral.

It had been some time since Janus had been “free” this way, which only made the difference feel all the more staggering. To be suddenly thrust back into this normal part of life, even if only for the few hours they allowed him to prepare for his banishment, was… unsettling.

However, the atmosphere wasn’t quite the same as it had once been. None of the mers came close to him, Janus noted, choosing instead to take a longer path to avoid him, even as they acted as if nothing was wrong. As if it were a coincidence that they wanted to swim on the other side of the path. There had always been some nervousness that many mers tended to have around those with abilities like electricity or poison. But this was a whole level or two beyond that.

They knew. Of course they did. He was sure that everybody had been told of his “crimes”. The metal cuff on his wrist burned like a brand, but he refused to rub it, or to hide it with his other hand.

He swam away. He wasn’t even sure where he was going, but soon enough, he found himself at his destination

Of course. He wouldn’t have gone anywhere else.

It wasn’t his home that he found himself approaching, slowing his pace as it came into sight. Most of his family had said their good byes before his sentencing. Instead, he found himself at the home of his best friend: Roman.

Roman hadn’t been at Janus’s sentencing, but it seemed that the merman had somehow known he would come, and had been waiting for him. He was pacing, swimming back and forth between the two large, algae and sea star covered stones that marked the entrance to his property.

As Janus approached, Roman froze, and turned sharply towards him. His face was almost as red as the striping on his gorgeous tail, the pain in his eyes clearly visible with his long hair tied back.

“Janus,” he croaked, and pushed off of one of the rocks, swimming for Janus as fast as he could.

They crashed into each other, Roman’s arms encircling him. Janus choked on a surge of emotion and squeezed his best friend back. It was the first time they’d been this close to each other since his arrest.

“I’m sorry, Jan.”

“It’s okay,” he lied. Perhaps if he could convince Roman, Janus could believe it himself.

…

All too soon, the sky above the water began to turn pink and orange as the sun dipped below the horizon. It was time to leave.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Roman asked.

The two mermen floated together at the edge of the reef. Behind them, bioluminescent lanterns had begun to glow, and the sounds of life had begun to lull as most everyone went home for the night. Everyone except for them. Janus had a bag strapped to his back, with what few supplies he had allowed himself to bring. Some food, his gloves—which still fit over the cuff that would forever mark him as an outcast, thankfully—some bandages, a compass, and two carvings: one of his family made just after his youngest sibling had been born, and one of Janus and Roman, smiling for the carver.

Roman and Janus had gone back to Janus’s home to fetch the supplies. It had been nice to have Roman there, for his support. Most of his family had avoided him, even though he could tell they were heartbroken. A couple of his siblings had told him good-bye, and to take care of himself. Only his littlest sibling, who probably knew very little of the situation, had hugged Janus. She’d grown, since he’d last seen her. Janus had remained resolutely calm as he clung to her for the last time.

“Of course I’ll be okay,” Janus lied, now, looking out at the dark water.

Roman looked unsure, but Janus only turned and offered a half smile.

“So, uh… where are you going to go?”

It wasn’t the first time he’d asked. Janus still didn’t know how to answer.

“Maybe I’ll find another pod to join,” he shrugged eventually.

Roman’s eyes went to the metal cuff on Janus’s wrist, letters etched within it to symbolize his condemnation. He knew as well as Janus did that no mer pod who knew its meaning would take him, not when it was so clear to see.

“Maybe I’ll cover it up,” Janus said, putting a hand over the cuff self-consciously. He did his best to seem casual about it. He’d been almost defiant, back in the busier part of the reef, but it felt different, with Roman.

“Maybe,” Roman agreed halfheartedly.

“You know those arm bands the guards wear? Maybe I’ll get something like that. Or I’ll get thicker gloves.”

“You are pretty good at weaving,” Roman allowed. “You could make them look nice.”

“Naturally.”

They looked out at the open water.

“You could add some beading,” Roman suggested.

“Sea glass,” Janus nodded.

Roman nodded vaguely. “Oh—Jan, I have something for you.” He took off his own pack and started to dig through it.

“I hope it’s not too heavy,” Janus said dryly. “I’ll probably have to swim pretty far. If you’re giving me one of those statues of yours, I’m going to have to say no.”

“Ah, shut up,” Roman said, smacking his arm lightly. A heartbroken look flashed briefly on his face, and he quickly went back to digging through his pack. “No, it’s… here.” He pulled something out with a small flourish. He looked at it for a second, as if hesitating, then handed it over.

It was a small, red scale, a little bigger than the pad of Janus’s thumb, attached to a cord.

Janus took it in careful hands. “One of yours?”

Roman shifted, tucking his hands behind his back. “Yeah. You know, so you don’t forget about me on all your marvelous adventures to come.”

“I’d never forget you, Roman.” Janus looked down at the scale for a few seconds, tilting it so it shimmered in the fading sunlight. He glanced up, biting his lip. “I’m sorry I don’t have any to give you.”

They glanced down at Janus’s tail. It was sleek, nearly black, with a thick yellow stripe down the center that flared out at the fin, with yellow hints at the fins on his sides and back as well. All in all, it wasn’t all that different from most mers’ tails, except that rather than scales, its surface was made up of smooth, thick skin.

“It’s okay,” Roman said. “I’ll remember you, anyway.”

Janus nodded. He put the necklace around his neck, but kept turning the scale in his hands.

Silence fell over them. Above, the sun seemed to dip further below the horizon, signaling just how little time they had left.

And then Roman began to cry.

“Sh*t,” said Janus, looking down at the ground. “Don’t do that. You’re embarrassing me.” You’re going to make me cry if you keep that up.

Roman shook his head. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m trying—I know you want to just act like it’s normal, like this is just a normal night, but—Janus, I’m never—” his voice broke, and he had to take a shuddering breath to continue—“I’m never going to see you again.”

Janus knew that. Of course he knew that. He took a deep, steadying breath.

“This f*cking sucks.”

Roman, still crying, nodded emphatically.

“Come here,” he sighed. He reached out and put his arms around Roman. They floated there for a moment, holding on to each other. Roman’s grip was so tight that it almost hurt. Janus tried to memorize the feeling of his bracelets where they rested against his back, the texture of his hair against the side of his face, the way the merman felt in his arms.

“I just… How are you—how are you just okay with this? Why aren’t you yelling and screaming? Why aren’t you angry? Go fight them on this! Appeal or something. Fight. You’re… it’s not like you to just accept this.”

“It won’t change anything.” Janus said, his chin on Roman’s shoulder.

“You could at least… try.”

“I did try, Roman. I promise you I tried.” All the yelling and swearing and fighting in the world had gotten Janus absolutely nowhere. All his attempts to prove his innocence had been stricken down. One last attempt at an appeal would simply be rejected. It was too late to try, with the sun nearly set; and doing his trial over again would made no difference, anyway. Janus’s fate had been decided the moment he was arrested.

“Damnit,” Roman mumbled. Somehow, he managed to squeeze Janus tighter.

Normally, Janus was not the most cuddly mer in the ocean. But he’d allow it, tonight. …For Roman’s sake.

“What if I let you stay here?” Roman asked. “I could hide you. My parents left me a pretty big property. It has plenty of hiding spaces.”

Janus shook his head. “They’d figure it out eventually. And then they’d just kill us both.”

“Then… then I’ll come with you.”

Janus shook his head. “Roman, what about Patty? We can’t take them with us.”

Roman turned his head briefly away. He didn’t answer, other than to drop his head down so that his forehead rested on Janus’s shoulder, defeated. He never could have abandoned his sibling, or forced them to share Janus’s fate.

The sun sank lower.

“Just tell me you’re going to be okay,” Roman sniveled. “Really. Promise me.”

“Of course I’m going to be okay,” Janus lied. “I promise.”

It was okay that Roman clearly didn’t believe him. It was just what he was supposed to say, wasn’t it?

…

The moment that Janus was far enough from the reef that Roman could no longer see him, Janus broke. He just hadn’t wanted Roman to see him cry.

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thebigqueer · 3 years

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Solangelo - "Let's F*ck with the Patriarchy" - One-Shot

Summary: Nico tries on makeup for the first time.

Word Count: 1388

TW: Internalized Homophobia, Homophobia, Swearing

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“Will, are you sure this washes off easily?”

Will pauses before Nico and raises his eyebrows. “Yes, Nico, it does. Don’t be afraid.”

Nico’s lips turn down in a frown, betraying his anxiety. “I’m just… nervous. I don’t want someone to see me.”

Will sets the eyeliner in his fingers to the side and leans towards Nico. “Nico, if you’re not ready, then we don’t have to try it. I don’t want to push you into doing something you don’t want to.”

Nico shakes his head quickly. “No, I want to, Will. I just… I just don’t want anyone to see me. I just want to experiment for now.”

Will smiles softly. “Okay. But let me know if you want me to stop.”

The shades of the Apollo cabin are drawn, bathing the two in darkness. Nico asked for this specifically so that he could be sure no one was watching as Will applied makeup on him. He asked Will to do it a few days ago, anxiety sparking in his eyes, as if he were afraid someone would judge him for it.

Will steps over to Nico tentatively, brandishing the eyeliner pen again. Nico looks at it hesitantly, as if he’s nervous it might just stab him in the heart and kill him. Will tilts his head. “Do you want me to put it on or do you want to do it yourself?”

Nico shrugs. “I’ve never had experience with eyeliner. You should do it.”

Will knows Nico isn’t speaking out of plausibility, but he also sees the other half of the truth behind his dark eyes: he’s scared of admitting himself into the world of femininity. He’d rather someone else dip him in.

Will nods in agreement. He uncaps the pen and places the side of his hand over Nico’s cheek, basking in the softness of his face. The tip of the pen is mere millimeters from Nico’s eyelid, but Will doesn’t start drawing yet. Nico’s eyes are shivering and his body stands rigid, ready to run if he needs to.

“Nico,” Will says, “I just want to tell you that this is your decision. You don’t have to be afraid of falling into femininity. You aren’t going to be fitting into the ‘gay stereotype’ or anything. Lots of people do this.” A sad sigh escapes his chest. “Society has told us that femininity is to be looked down upon. But it isn’t. Everyone is different. Some people are more feminine than others, and others prefer to express masculinity. Make-up is only a small aspect to someone’s identity; it doesn’t make you gay or girly or anything. It just makes you you.” He smiles again, and Nico opens his dark eyes, peering at Will intensely. “I think you’re brave for trying this. Don’t be afraid, okay? I’m here with you.”

Surprisingly, Nico’s eyes glaze over with tears. None come out, but Will’s heart swells with admiration for his boyfriend. The son of Hades smiles. “Thank you, Will.” He takes a deep breath, then closes his eyes. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Will’s hand shakes a little as he glides over Nico’s skin. He’s nervous, too - he doesn’t want Nico to hate it. It’s his first time truly experimenting with gender and nonconformity, and he doesn’t want to ruin the experience for him.

As Will works, Nico asks softly, “How did you feel when you first started wearing makeup? Were you nervous?”

Will pokes into the corner of Nico’s eye, careful to avoid stabbing him directly. “Yeah,” he murmurs, “I was. I come from the south, and there… Well, people aren’t that open to stuff. My mom was great with nonconformity and stuff but it’s just… the narrow-mindedness was intense, you know? It was hard to be me. When I first started getting into makeup, I was just really scared.” As he speaks, Will glides right above Nico’s eyelashes, creating a thin black trail of ink across his olive skin. “I thought it was weird to wear makeup. That’s what gender roles taught me when I was younger and living in Texas.” He turns the ink up at the outer corner of Nico’s eye, creating a small wing. Sighing, he adds, “I guess I just had a lot of internalized shit in me.”

As Will steps back and admires his work, Nico says, “How did you get over it?”

Will tilts his head as he gazes at the black line on Nico’s eye. It’s not as neat as he’d like to be, but it does seem to fit Nico’s idea of a “thin” black line, so he leaves it be. Pressing his fist to the other side of Nico’s face, Will answers, “It took a lot of time, honestly. A lot of self-reflection and, well, talking to Dionysus. I had a little bit of internalized homophobia, which you already know.” Again, as he speaks, Will draws a flat line over his skin. “Just… yeah, it was hard. So don’t worry, Nico. I know how you may be feeling right now. But… it gets better. And I’m glad you’re experimenting through all this. I’m proud.” After twirling the ink up, Will releases his hold on Nico and steps back admiring his work. His lips quirk into a smile. “Okay, you can look into the mirror now.”

Nico hesitates for a moment, stepping an inch forward but then quickly retracting his foot back. He offers Will a nervous glance, and behind his eyes the son of Apollo notices the fear, the shadows. Though Nico says nothing, Will gets his message loud and clear: What if I hate myself?

Will only offers an encouraging nod. And Nico steps forward.

Nothing spectacular happens. No fireworks go off, no sparkles, no confetti. The earth doesn’t explode, and no earthquake happens. But when Nico sees himself in the mirror, Will knows the world has somehow changed for him. His mind turns in on itself as he glances at his reflection. Will can almost see the merge of two worlds: the feminine and the masculine one. They clash on Nico’s face, creating a crater on his moral beliefs.

Nico’s breath hitches as he gazes at himself. His face isn’t too intense, really, but Will understands how much of a shock it is to see a slightly different version of oneself. He steps back to give Nico his space, to explore this new world.

Nico touches the corner of his eye gently. His skin pales a little, and for a second even Will wonders if this was a bad idea to introduce him to makeup. What if he isn’t ready for the new experience?

Time stills. Neither of them move; neither of them breathe. They simply gaze at Nico’s reflection, gauge the look of his face.

Then a wavering smile leaks over Nico’s lip and he turns to Will. He opens his mouth to say something but his words stop in their tracks.

Will raises an eyebrow, waiting patiently.

Nico tries again. This time, his voice finds itself again: “I think I like it.”

Will smiles at him. “Good. I’m glad you do.”

“Should I… keep this on for a while?” he asks. Will wants to tell him that it’s his choice, that he should do what he wants, but he knows this is a delicate situation. It’s one of those moments where Nico’s really asking for a decision to be made for him. He’s not sure what counts as a good idea anymore.

Will caps the eyeliner and rolls it over the dresser. “How do you feel? Are you ready to share this part of you with the world yet?”

He sees the hesitance in his eyes, the calculations of all the possibilities.

Nico takes a shaky breath. “I don’t know if I want the world to see me yet. But I like it.”

“We can stay in here then. That way not many people will see you, and you can still wear it.”

Nico’s eyes glimmer at the suggestion. “Yeah. That’s what I want to do.”

“We can play a boardgame.”

“We could play Mythomagic.”

“Okay, nerd.”

“Says the one with the NASA posters all over his bed.”

Will laughs gently. He tugs at Nico’s fingers and intertwines them with his own. “I’m glad you tried this. Let’s fuck with the patriarchy, forever and always.”

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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years

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Cliche Mini-Series: Patronus

Draco X Reader

Requested: @shadowsingeraxolotl Okay, so they're all in 8th year or something and everyone are practicing their patronusus and they match and everyone is in awe because they are the most powerful ones they've ever seen? Like an alternate soulmark but better because they realize that Draco is so soft

A/N: Y’all sure do have a lot of cliches you want to see, so here’s the first one that sparked my interest. It will not be the last I promise, but please enjoy these two kids falling in love and healing after the war.

Okay so it’s 8th year

Everyone is a little tense, and the castle looks new but everything just feels wrong

McGonagall created an entire new wing for the 8th years so that they could get away from the haunting that the war left in the old castle

And the House Cup was done away with and first years were allowed to pick houses and others were allow to declare house-less or switched as they saw fit fight me on this I dare you

Which meant that the few 8th years who decided to come back all declared to be house-less because f*ck destiny and who they were supposed to be. They just wanted to be kids goddamnit

That doesn’t mean that you’re not a little surprised when Draco declares house-less. You thought he’d want to stay Slytherin

You catch his eyes and there’s no light in them and your heart just hurts

War was hell, and being trapped on the wrong side had to be the depths of Tartarus

McGonagall keeps a dozen Mind Healers on staff this year, for obvious reasons

Which is where you run into Draco often. You’re craving a therapy session and he has to—court mandated.

You wave and he gives you a curt nod. He’s in most of your classes now that you were both house-less so you’re peers, maybe acquaintances

True to Harry’s nature, he’s suspicious of Malfoy at all times, and well maybe you pick up a few habits of looking after Draco as well—but in a different manor

You make sure he eats, and gets to class, and stays awake in class for that matter, then you make sure he gets to bed. All by gentle questions or offering to go with him to meals or class etc (“hey, I haven’t eaten dinner, wanna come with?” “You have Flitwick with me... wanna walk together?” “It’s late, I’m sure the book will be there in the morning,” “I made too much tea, do you want some?”)

He notes your kindness but only mentions it to his Mind Healer. He’s confused as to why you’re being kind and doesn’t know if he likes it or not (he’s also a bit better with his emotions since he’s in therapy) y’all get therapy it’s amazing

“Well, you could ask her about it,” the Healer suggests. Except he didn’t understand how much Draco could not do that because he wasn’t confrontational anymore

Instead he decides to extend the same kindness to you. As an olive branch. You spill ink all over your paper in shock when he asks you to dinner. He quickly vanishes the ink with a flick of his hand

Now you two sort of get dinner together. Like all the time. It’s just something that normal and routine. You talk about your days, your classes, and Draco feels... normal. Like you’re not gawking at him, not afriad of him, you don’t hate him, and he’s pretty sure this isn’t some sort of ploy

fuck canon. Remus Lupin isn’t dead and neither is Sirius. I am the queen of this blog and my word is law.

Remus teaches DADA because he loves teaching and now that the job isn’t jinxed and McGonagall knows he needs a break from 24/7 Sirius to maintain his sanity, he teaches

And of course he adores his 8th years

He teaches a wide range of defense spells, but to pass his class with full marks all you have to do is summon a patronus. Corporeal or not.

Draco, though still quite flawless in about everything else, struggles with casting a patronus. A lot of 8th years do as well, so he’s not singled out, even if he is a bit frustrated

Remus understands that after a war this is hard for his kids, so he allows them to take a day and go to the lake instead of class for fun in the sun and to make new and safer memories

“Aren’t you coming?” You ask Draco who’s sitting alone in the common room sulking. “No,” he mutters. “Why not? Lupin is taking attendance, you have to come,”

“No, I don’t.” He snaps.

He really doesn’t want to go. He doesn’t want to swim. He doesn’t want to take his shirt off or wear short sleeves. He doesn’t want to be gawked at because of his Mark or his numerous scars. He’d rather save himself the panic attack.

“Come with me?” You try weakly. “You don’t have to swim. I’m not going to, but maybe just sit out there? We can read? Or talk? Or something?” You know it’s a lost cause. You sigh. “We’ll miss you Draco—I’ll miss you,” you offer a small smile and head down to the lake downcast.

And maybe Draco misses you with each step that you walk away from him. Maybe it’s so unbearable that he curses himself and you before stalking down the the lakeside beach.

Meanwhile you’re perched under a tree reading a book. “Couldn’t get him to come down huh?” Lupin asks. “Sorry Professor,” you give a weak smile. “Don’t worry about it. I know it’s gonna take Draco a bit longer to get on his feet again. In fact I’d be surprised if—” Lupin stops mid sentence.

“Professor?” You ask. “Well I’ll be a mandrakes uncle,” Lupin grins, nodding to someone in the distance. You turn and see a familiar head of white blond hair heading towards you.

Ignoring Lupin completely you jump up and run over to Draco, pulling him into a hug, before remembering yourself as you take a step away awkwardly.

“I’m glad you came,” you stammer. “Me too,” his cheeks are flushed slightly pink as you two sit under the tree together.

True to your word, you two do read. He reads some sort of wizard classic literature and you read a muggle classic: Pride and Prejudice because you need a break from magic and spells

Draco asks you about your book and you explain a bit of it to him, saying that he would probably enjoy it, despite its muggle origins. He eyes the book and you skeptically but asks if he can borrow it when you’re finished with it

You two are mostly left alone for the afternoon, except always under the watchful eye of Harry who is still convinced that Malfoy is up to something

Your patronus charm is now incorporeal. You jump excitedly and the charm falls. Draco, who’s next to you, is quite surprised by the hug he gets tackled with by a very elated you.

Which leads to more awkward blushing and apologies.

“So you and Malfoy?” Harry asks one night while you’re alone. “I... I don’t like it.” “Oh come on Harry, don’t you think if he was going to do something he would have? He’s just trying to move on like the rest of us,” your voice is venemous and cold as you glare the golden boy down.

Draco sees you and Harry talking alone at night and gets the wrong idea before rushing away not understanding why that hurt so badly. He feels betrayed. You were the one person he thought was on his side and now you were skirting around with Potter.

You notice immediately that Draco has closed himself off to you and you worry. “Is everything okay?” “Ask Potter,” Draco snaps. “You seemed pretty cozy with him the other night.”

Then it hits you. “We’re you spying on me?” The thought is quickly dismissed. “Draco, Harry came up to me bitching about you. And I told him to drop it and leave you alone because you deserve your place here like the rest of us,”

Well you hadn’t said exactly that, there was a bit more swearing involved but the sentiment was there

“You... you defended me,” he’s in disbelief. “Yes,” you groan. “Now will you stop sulking and come and get dinner with me?”

“I’ve already eaten,” he mutters. You raise an eyebrow at him. “Draco,” you press. “Please,”

“I’ll never understand how you can tell when I’m lying,” he grumbles, standing. “You don’t look me in the eye,” you laugh, walking towards the great hall.

The trips to the lake become a Friday thing for 8th years and Remus. To give the kids a break and to let them blow off a little steam.

You know Draco isn’t comfortable going again and you don’t want to either so, you talk to Lupin and work out a deal.

“Are you coming?” You ask him, dressed in your old quidditch robes. “You’re going to the lake in that?” He asks skeptically. “And no I’m not going,”

“I’m not going to the lake,” you smile, perching on the back of a couch. “So, are you coming?”

“Where are you going?” He asks. “Oh come on you’re a smart bloke, put two and two together.” You laugh and take off down the hall towards the quidditch pitch.

You’ve done a few laps when Draco joins you in the air. “This is stupid,” he declares. “Yeah,” you smile. “But it’s fun!”

Draco sighs and his resolve fades and soon he’s smiling and chasing after you in a one on one game of catch-the-snitch

And honestly it is fun. Draco’s laughing and flying with you and he almost forgets that he’s supposed to be Seeking.

And when you fly closer to him, staring into his eyes, beaming, he does everything he can to remember to keep flying. You’re inches from him. You reach out and his heart is stammering.

Then you grab something next to his head and laugh victoriously showing him the snitch.

“Oh come on that was cheating!” He whines, chasing after you towards the field floor.

“It’s not my fault you were staring at me like I was Potter!” You call back. “Although I hope you don’t hate me,” you land softly on the grass and Draco is caught off guard by your words and why would he ever hate you and he crashes into you

“Draco!” You scold, and he thinks he’s hurt you and that you’re crying but no you’re laughing hysterically beside him

“I—are you okay?” He stammers, gaping at you. “I’m fine,” you laugh sitting up. Until you put pressure on your wrist and well maybe then you’re not fine

Draco feels awful and takes you to the infirmary, letting Pomfrey heal your broken wrist. All the while the roles are reversed and you have to convince him to calm down and that you’ll be okay man that boy is a mess

“B-but I hurt you!” He exclaims. “It was an accident Draco!” You fold your arms. “I’m not mad, please don’t be mad at yourself,” your voice softens as you take his hands. “Please?”

His eyes catch yours and he nods and you smile at him.

Since this is an every week thing, you and Draco have a rivalry going on of who’s won more matches. (The smack talk and banter is real, but all in good fun. It leaves you both laughing and smiling and onlookers completely confused because “uh, he just called you slower than a spider in roller skates” “Yeah, and he knows that it’s still faster than his blond arse” “My arse has nothing to do with it” “Oh I beg to differ,”)

Winter turns to Spring and now showers are 100% necessary for you Friday afternoons after you matches with Draco.

You pause in the locker rooms after one match and notice that Draco has shed his robes and is now shirtless before you, his back turned. Your breath catches in your throat as you see the scars that paint a gruesome image on his skin.

You don’t think he knows you’re there but his tired voice barely speaks: “I know you’re staring. It-It’s okay. I’ve... I’ve come to terms with it myself. And I think I’ve come to terms with you knowing as well.”

He turns to face you, a mask of calm on his face, his eyes holding yours.

“Harry did this?” You breathe out, taking a step toward him, your hand coming up and hesitantly tracing a scar that bends around his shoulder.

“Harry, my father, my aunt... you stop keeping track after a while,” His eyes are downcast letting you know that he knows exactly what scar is from whom.

Your hand trails down and brushes over his Dark Mark. He flinches, but his eyes don’t leave yours.

“Thank you,” You whisper. “For showing me... for trusting me enough.”

Draco’s patronus is now incorporeal.

You cheer and he wraps you into a hug this time and you’re shocked for a moment before hugging him back

You’re currently tied on your catch-the-snitch matches and today marks the tie breaker and the winner it’s just too hot to keep doing it during class time in the afternoon.

“D-Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me, tomorrow?” Draco stammers one Friday afternoon. “Sure,” You smile, “A bunch of our friends are going, were you planning on not going?”

Draco purses his lips because of course you’re going to make this hard for him.

“I meant with me. Just me. As a... date?” He’s flushed bright pink and it has nothing to do with the heat.

“I thought you’d never ask,” You grin and zoom off after the snitch and he’s left chasing you wondering and asking what the hell you meant by that.

He ends up catching the snitch and is completely distracted from his victory because what did you mean you thought he’d never ask????

“Draco, stars above you’re so dense,” you dismay and grab the front of his robes and pull him over and press your lips to his

It causes him to let the snitch go and pull you closer. And maybe the two of you spend the afternoon kissing thousands of feet above the ground.

You two enter the Common Room, hand in hand and a cheer is let up as well as bet money being exchanged. Draco is flushed pink, and so are you, but you just smile and roll your eyes back Hogwarts is starting to feel like home again

And oh he absolutely spoils you at Hogsmeade the next day. And you have to admit, as much as you like gifts, it’s so much more to see him happy about buying them for you.

Harry is sulking about the entire thing, and now has been jeering at you and Draco and most times Draco stops you from punching the golden boy in the face.

“I did it to him for years,” Draco murmurs. “Doesn’t make it right,” You hiss back, glaring at Harry.

A few others take the same idea as Harry and start to taunt Draco about his long sleeves in the warm weather. Draco never rises to the bait but you can see that it wears at him. You just hold his hand a little tighter and maybe send a few wandless, nonverbal hexes their way,

It draws the line one day when Harry with a few other 8th years stop you and Draco in the halls. Draco, you can tell is close to having a panic attack because it’s not the first one of his that you’ve witnessed and you just go off

“What is wrong with you!?” You scream at Harry. “At least he’s trying to get better! At least he’s changed! You might have saved the world but you’re nothing but a bully!” There are tears in your eyes as Draco places his hands at your waist, steadying you and himself. “And maybe he would wear a t-shirt if you hadn’t tried to kill him a few years ago with Dark Magic that left its mark all over him! Did you ever think of that!?”

Harry is gaping at you, shocked. Draco pulls you down the hall and it’s not far before he’s breaking down into a panic attack in your arms. You stroke his hair as you let him cry out all his tears, then you walk him through breathing exercises and five-things-five-senses (Grounding)

After this Harry backs the fluff off (and eventually apologizes and goes to Mind Healing himself because you were right, he needed to get better too.)

You and Draco become more comfortable around another and in public. Which leads to cuddling in the common room or kissing in the halls And no one can deny that you and Draco are just sweet and perfect together

Out of the blue but not really because Harry had a hand in it Lupin talks privately to Draco about his scars and they sort of have a therapy session themselves. Sirius talks to you and gives you advice about how to help Draco through overcoming his fears and self doubt about his scars and now you two have sort of been adopted by these two dads)

It’s the last day of DADA and Lupin makes all of his 8th years cast a patronus and you and Draco do it together and everyone stares in complete and utter awe at the two dragons coiling around each other filling up almost the entire room

You and Draco are in shock too, but soon, smug smiles fall on both of your faces because, yeah... those are two souls sworn and bound to protect another. Two fighters. Two dragons.

You also tease Draco about his name and the dragon for the rest of his life which always ends with him growing frustrated and kissing you to shut you up and then the both of you get a little carried away... but it’s fine. The castle is enormous and there are plenty of empty classrooms

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sidecharacter-purgatory · 4 years

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mingcheng praisekink…

oops this started out as midnight ramblings and turned halfway serious…anyway jiang cheng deserves to be told that he’s a good boy and mingjue is nothing if not a dilf (da-ge i’d like to f*ck)

Mingjue couldn’t help but notice that shy, pretty smile on Jiang Cheng’s face when he complimented the Twin Heroes of Yunmung on their first visit to the Unclean Realm. Sharp, upturned eyes softening as Jiang Cheng bowed his head, demurely hiding his face. But Jiang Cheng was just a boy, so Mingjue made no advance on him.

A few years later, however, Jiang Cheng is a sect leader and a war hero, though there’s still an air of boyish prettiness about his young face that makes him oh so alluring. Mingjue isn’t the only one who can’t help but admire him, but Jiang Cheng’s guard is up, along with his hackles, he’s been hurt too many times and he’s not letting anyone get close.

But Mingjue has always had a gentle heart, and he remembers that pretty smile from all those years ago. He also remembers what it was like to be a young sect leader, thrust into an impossible situation by tragedy, learning all too quickly how twisted the world of politics can be. How it feels to have someone smile to your face all the while knowing they will cut you down the moment you wavered.

It’s after a particularly difficult cultivation conference, another banquet full of people talking over Jiang Cheng, treating him like a child, backing him into corners until he has little choice but to kowtow his way out. He handles himself with remarkable grace, but Mingjue can see the frustration simmering under the surface. He knows that feeling all too well.

He’s out for a walk, trying to clear his own head, and he comes across Jiang Cheng. The other sect leader bows to him, his face firmly set in a scowl, but Mingjue can see the telltale redness rimming his eyes.

“You did well today,” Mingjue says. Jiang Cheng nods, perfunctory. “I know it’s hard—”

“I don’t need your pity, Nie-zongzhu.”

“I’m not offering you pity.” Jiang Cheng seems taken aback by Mingjue’s sharp voice, because he looks up with wide eyes. Mingjue softens. “I’m trying to pay you a compliment.”

Jiang Cheng looks dubious, and who could blame him. Too often compliments are only a tactic of wheedling into someone’s good graces before demanding something in return.

“Your conduct these past few days has been admirable,” Mingjue continues. “The political game is not an easy one to grasp, few people fall into it naturally. I know—”

“What do you know?” Jiang Cheng’s voice is petulant, but Mingjue sees the quiver in his lip before Jiang Cheng’s teeth sink in. Mingjue sighs.

“I was sixteen when my father died,” he says. “I remember how lonely it felt, like I had no one. Everyone was suddenly a subordinate or a rival, and the one person that I had always turned to was gone.”

Jiang Cheng clutches at his robes, his shoulders hunching forward and beginning to tremble. Mingjue reaches out, and though Jiang Cheng flinches at first, within moments he relents, sinking into Mingjue’s arms. Mingjue catches him and holds him close, soothing his shaking body with tender strokes up and down his back.

“I can’t imagine being in your position,” he continues. “To have lost so much at your age and still have the will to go on. To be a new sect leader in a time of war, to rebuild your home and your sect by yourself. You are extraordinary.”

“Stop…” Jiang Cheng pleads.

‘Why should I stop?” Mingjue responds. “Do you think you are unworthy of praise? Do you think you do not deserve recognition and admiration?” Jiang Cheng lets out only a little whimper, his cheek resting on Mingjue’s chest, head bowed to hide his face. “Few people in the world could do what you have done, truly to live up to the words of your sect.”

A broken sound escapes Jiang Cheng, something between a gasp and a cry, and Mingjue catches only a flash of desperate eyes and tearstained cheeks before Jiang Cheng’s lips crash into his own. Mingjue sucks in a breath, surprised not only by the kiss but by the ferocity behind it, but no sooner has he closed his eyes, ready to succumb, then Jiang Cheng is pulling away.

“I’m sorry,” he gasps, head bowed once more. “I’m sorry, forgive me, I—”

“What is there to forgive?” Mingjue responds. Jiang Cheng looks up at him, the redness beneath his eyes overpowered now by blooming color in his cheeks.

“I shouldn’t have,” he whispers. “You don’t…I’m, I’m not…”

Mingjue silences him with a kiss, his hands tight on Jiang Cheng’s waist when the younger man swoons against him. Perhaps he had only intended this to be a brotherly conversation…but perhaps that was a foolish notion in the presence of such an attractive young man.

“Did you think I would take offense?” he asks. Jiang Cheng’s eyes glisten, lips parting silently. “Who would not be honored to have a kiss granted them by such a beauty?”

Jiang Cheng gasps softly and tries to turn away once more, but Mingjue stops him, cupping that sharp jaw so Jiang Cheng has no choice but to look at him.

“Don’t hide,” he purrs, smiling when Jiang Cheng whimpers. “Beauty like this should never be hidden.”

Jiang Cheng tries to shake his head, eyes squeezing shut, fresh tears falling from delicate eyelashes. Mingjue catches the droplets on his lips, kissing the peaks of Jiang Cheng’s elegant cheekbones.

“You are beautiful, Wanyin,” he murmurs. “No one can deny it, not even you.” His kisses move to Jiang Cheng’s throat, and he breathes deep the sweetness of his skin, lotus blossoms opening in the summer sun. “Beauty, strength, skill, who would not desire such a man?”

Jiang Cheng is trembling, fingers digging into Mingjue’s robs as if he’s caught between pushing away and pulling closer, but when Mingjue’s lips find his again there is no resistance. Jiang Cheng melts, letting out a rich moan, and Mingjue can feel his arousal between them. He groans in delight, pressing Jiang Cheng against the nearest wall so he can slide his thigh between Jiang Cheng’s legs.

“Zongzhu!” Jiang Cheng gasps, in spite of how he ruts forward on instinct. Mingjue smirks, his hands going to Jiang Cheng’s hips, guiding them to rock back and forth. Jiang Cheng shudders, head falling back, sun-kissed skin glowing in the moonlight.

“Let me give you pleasure, Wanyin,” Mingjue purrs, teeth teasing the shell of Jiang Cheng’s ear. “Always so tense, you deserve to let go.”

Jiang Cheng keens, curling into Mingjue as he rolls his hips, his movements sharp and desperate. He tips his head up, and there lips come together again between Jiang Cheng’s panting breaths.

“Zongzhu,” he gasps. “Zongzhu, I can’t…!”

“It’s alright,” Mingjue murmurs. “I want to see you come. Can you do that for me, baobei? Can you come for me?”

Jiang Cheng, bless him, nods eagerly, and when he tries to lower his head again, Mingjue cups his chin, keeping his face upturned. Jiang Cheng whines, long and low until the sound turns into a quivering moan. He’s close, Mingjue can see it in his parted lips and the tears gathering in his eyes. Mingjue’s hand digs into Jiang Cheng’s hip, forcing his pace to keep steady, even as Jiang Cheng begins to come apart.

“Look at me,” he says, and Jiang Cheng’s eyes snap to his. Mingjue smiles, pressing his lips to Jiang Cheng’s forehead.

“Good boy.”

That’s all it takes. Jiang Cheng comes with a cry, spilling hot between them as his body spasms. Mingjue holds him tight, still guiding his hips back and forth, until Jiang Cheng lets out a pitiful sound and he relents. After that there’s only quiet. Mingjue kisses Jiang Cheng’s temple, nuzzling his silken hair, until Jiang Cheng finally looks up at him.

“Nie-zongzhu…” His face is red, not just with lust or exertion, and he seems to not know what to say. Mingjue sighs, caressing his heated cheek before leaning in to kiss him once more.

“My rooms are nearby,” he says. “You are welcome to join me.” He glances briefly at the wetness between them and grins. “Perhaps for a bath? Hot water can do wonders to help one…unwind.”

Jiang Cheng’s red cheeks turn even darker, and he nibbles at his kiss swollen lips, but after only a moments hesitation, he looks up and nods.

“If Chifeng-zun would have me,” he murmurs. “I would be honored.”

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wavbleu · 3 years

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for all my fellow black girls muah muah<3

Vinnie hacker: A little spice

Tw: raceplay , slaveplay , whips , degradation , usage of the nword<3

(NAH IM JUST JOKING SIDJSJ)

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Vinnie and you have been coworkers , you have been working at a small (yet busy) ice cream shop called "Scoops of joy". Since the store was fairly small and could only house up to 5-7 employees, Vinnie was the only person there who wasn't over 30 and was actually somewhere near your age. Obviously you became 'friends' and sooner or later grew close. He always takes you home (since you don't have a car) and offers you to go to fun places with him. Downside, you get into silly fights about stupid useless things , like who gets the last ice cream cone or who gets the attractive customer.

Occasionally you would even fight to the death with the left over ice cream and whip cream and have gotten threats of getting fired multiple times.

Now you have a cute little love hate relationship where you get on each others nerves, But you like it. A little to much perhaps?

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"Vinnie, shut the hell up." You'd say angrily as Vinnie kept irritating you with the "Sweet chocolate Nubian princess" shit. Its a small inside joke between you two ever since a middle aged white guy called you a "Beautiful chocolate Nubian queen."

"Im so sorry my chocolate cocoa mocha Nubian African goddess princess." He giggled before dodging your swing at him, he giggled as you chased him around the parking lot hitting him before you finally had enough and took a seat on the curb.

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Its become a religious thing for you two to hang outside of the store after a long day of work and just talk, you'd take a couple of ice creams then just sit on the parking lot curb and overlook the dark night.

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You'd sit back down on the sidewalks curb and pick up your plastic , flimsy spoon to begin eating your vanilla ice cream, you looked up at the beautiful full moon that shined and glistened over the both of you .

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"Isnt it pretty?" You exclaim.

"Uhh yea."Vinnie caught himself staring at you as you sparkled under the moonlight giving you an ethreal and unreal look. You even made the Beautiful full moon look glum .

"You feel crazy yet?"He says,attempting to make conversation out of the pure silence, glimpsing at the moon then down at you.

"What?" You tilted your head at him confused.

"The full moons suppose to make you crazy."He explains.

"Can it make you stressed out of your mind to?" You sigh.

"Why are you stressed?"

He says in a concerned tone, turning his body to you.

"Well" You began before a cold breezy wind hit you , making you shiver as a reaction . You tried to carry on as if you weren't chilly but failed miserably at it .

"Your cold." He mutters rubbing your knee gently.

"Wanna go to my car? It heats up fast " He smiles, warming your heart.

You nod , he put his hand out for you to grab so you can get up; Although it wasn't much and was just out of kindness , but the size comparison of your hand to Vinnie's , the soft warmth , and firm grab of his hand still managed to give you butterflies.

You allowed him to take you by the hand to his Vehicle. Kindly, He opened the door for you to enter the passenger seat.

"I know how to open doors, Vinnie" You said in a bothersome tone although you secretly appreciated it.

"Its called being a gentleman , Y/n" He responded in a mocking tone.

You took a seat in the car as Vinnie closed the door heavily, scaring you and making you flinch.

"Gah damn" You say under your breath.

You watched Vinnie go around the car to the drivers seat and also closed the door heavily on his side to.

"Bitch you finna break your door." You exclaim .

"It'll live." He says shooing the problem away.

"Anyways whats wrong with you. Tell me whats wrong ." Vinnie said in a caring and empathetic tone, turning all his attention and focus to your face and your voice.

"Its nothing much honestly, just been stressed out." You continue.

"My family has been struggling with money after my mom lost her job, now i have to pick up extra shifts here. I hardly even have time to do homework or go out and have fun and be a fucking teenager. Like i have to cram in all my studies and homework in those gross ass bathrooms because i don't have time to do it at home since im cleaning and taking care of some snot nosed kids that ain't even mines."

"I make all the money and im probably gonna be the sole provider of my house till my mom finds a job. Or until my dad comes back from his trucking thing." You look down at your melting ice cream while picking and playing at it with the spoon.

"Its just kind of tiring y'know.. like who knew food was so expensive? Or that Calculating your monthly spend gives you goosebumps and grey hairs." Your eyes started to tear up, vision getting foggy and blurry from the tears. Your voice broke and you were clearly super distressed.

"Hey hey... look at me." Vinnie said with worrisome in his voice, he'd rub your knee for comfort before you leaped in and gave him a tight hug.

Vinnie wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you tightly and affectionately. "Id do anything to release the stress from you right now"

You sniffed as you didn't know Vinnie could actually be so kind, or tolerable even. You felt a small peck on your forehead as Vinnie kissed your forehead lovingly.

"You are incredible . Smart. Marvelous. Beautiful..." Vinnie mumbled the last part under his breath hoping you didn't hear, but oh you heard. You propped up from his arms and decided to tease him about it.

"You think Im pretty?" You'd bat and flutter your eyelashes at him, puckered up your lips and poked your cheeks, hoping to brighten up the gloomy and sad mood.

Vinnie laughed as he watched you pose and stunt and make cute adorable faces; Watching you made his face redder than a rose.

He licked his lips and smirked as your poses began to get a little sexual.

You'd squeeze your boobs together and do a kissy face before asking.. "Do you think im sexy to?" You tease and giggle before looking him in the eyes, awaiting your answer.

"You know how sexy you are." He said in a low-tone and mellow voice , glancing at your lips before grasping you by the neck and attaching himself to them.

You kissed him back, grasping and caressing his golden blonde hair.

You licked his lips signifying that you wanted to tongue and he accepted it, your tongues rolled over each other and swirled, exchanging spits.

You took turns sucking and kissing on each others top and bottom lips, you both felt like two contrasting magnets stuck together, to mesmerized by each other to pull away.

You looked down at his hardening dick and took the chance to grope and softly stroke it through his pants. You felt his cock throb through his thick khaki pants, His breath quickened and hassled before he abruptly broke the kiss, leaving a trail of spit.

"Fuck baby can we please go to the back?" He'd speak with a needy tone , wanting you already.

You quickly hopped to the back of the car while Vinnie entered through the back door. You pulled Vinnie by his cute striped tie as he towered himself over you, Kissing you a little more before he looked down on your perfect body and bit his lip.

"Do you want me to f*ck you?" He asked in a low and comfortable tone, while slowly lowering himself to your area, unbuttoning your pants. "Yes please~" You'd consent in a sexy tone, watching him quickly pull of your pants and throw them on the car floor. He nibbled on your thighs and lightly placed kisses on them.

He opened your legs and sternly demanded you to keep them open. he slowly pulled off your soaked white panties and threw them to the side. He spread your lips apart and linked his mouth to your cl*t.

Going slow at first then speeding it up. Swirling his tongue all around your sensitive clit while looking up at your moaning face.

He sucked on your clit softly grasping onto your thighs holding them apart. He slowly slid in his middle finger and fingered you curling it and rubbing your g-spot , making you slip out a few more moans.

"You taste so good~" He compliments continued to lick your sweet pussy.

He managed to work in a second finger, you let out a loud gasp while your legs closed as a reflex. He forcefully re-opened your legs, making them shake a bit. "You heard me, legs open." ,"I wanna make you feel good." He says before going back down and attacking your clit.

Your loud and sexy moans filled the car rapidly, hopefully no one was near because you could probably be heard from down the road. "Do me a favor baby, cum all over my face." He murmurs while speeding up his fingering and licking pace.

You arched your back in pure pleasure and grabbed and firmly grabbed his hair making him stay in that spot. Vinnie ruthlessly fucked your tight hole with his two fingers while sucking on your throbbing clit. You loudly moaned as you felt a familiar knot grow and form in your stomach.

"Atta girl~" He encourages as he feels that knot too. "Fuck!" you threw you head back and squirted, you watch Vinnie continue to finger you wanting all of those precious juices out.

"Mmmmm..." He growled as he witnessed you climax all over him and his chest. "Im sorry-" You felt ashamed of the mess you made, all on the car roof, on Vinnie's shirt and even you.

But Vinnie got off to you being like this, a little messy whore. "All good babygirl." He replied.

He started taking off his khakis and throwing them on the floor and loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt but not fully taking it off.

"Ride me."He says beginning to lay down; you crawl and sit right on top of him, right before his dick.

You decided to let your long box braids down from the tight bun they were once in. You seductively pulled the hair tie out of your hair and let your long box braids fall to your sides and back. Vinnie threw his head back, "fuck you are so sexy." He erotically whispered.

You slowly rubbed your wet pussy against his dick , looking down at him; watching him softly moan your name made you even more wet than before. Every time it hit your clit, you would teasingly let out a soft and sexy moan. "Please dont tease me." Vinnie would bite his lip before eagerly grabbing your hips and inserting his long, hardening cock into you.

You'd both let out a small gasp as it all happened out of the blue, you moaned as his big dick quickly filled up your small hole clenching around it and giving him complete euphoria.

You grabbed onto the front seat to maintain balance and composure as Vinnie savagely fucked your tight pussy with no remorse . You felt his dick curl and throb inside you , Hitting every spot you wanted him to.

Vinnie occasionally let out deep loud growls as he kept using you and fucking you hardly.

You let out a sexually stimulating moan as he grabbed your hips, digging his dull nails into them and slammed down onto his girthy , long, 8inch dick.

Petty, you dig your red acrylics into his muscular shoulders.

"Yea you like that don't you? Dirty bitch." He hypothetically asked, then slapped your ass letting it jiggle. You felt yourself about to finish before Vinnie unexpectedly flipped you and put you onto all fours.

"Can i?" He kindly asks, offering to pull your braids. "Mhm." You quickly and impatiently let out. "Great." He mutters before pulling your hair back and forcing himself back into you.

You threw your ass back onto him letting out small moans and mumbling curse words under your breath; Vinnie pulled your hair and fucked his dick into your small hole, making your ass clap onto him. He liked that.

He'd pull you back by your hair and growl into your ear as he was close to cumming.

He got a little too aggressive and put your head back onto the seat and began to press down on your mid back and go deeper. You let out loud, deepening moans as you felt that knot form in your stomach again, he rocked your shit, fucking you so hard that the car was shaking aswell.

"Cum on me baby thats it.." He lightly begged for your sweet juices to be on him continuously , His dick throbbed and his balls slapped your clit , his hard strokes falling sloppy.

You grabbed onto the seat preparing yourself for your powerful orgasm, you clenched yourself around him and moaned "Fuck yes just like that~" as his dick hit your g-spot just in the right place.

"Cum fuck cum~" He growls holding himself back from cumming as well. You loudly released yourself onto his dick , your legs started to judder and shake making poor old Vinnie finish not so soon after, he fucked every bit of cum deep into your limp and tired body then allowing himself to fall onto your back.

"Shit.." He groans into your ear, beginning to rub your quivering legs. "You came hella hard chocolate nubian queen huh ?" He giggled and you giggled to.

"You get on my nerves." you sarcastically say

"You like it though." he mumbles before placing small kisses onto your shoulders.

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(edited 🌚🌝)

A/n :

I genuinely enjoyed writing this, sorry for the inactivity , and 2nd part of the highly requested jordan powell random is coming up. You prepared for a deep throat? ;)

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