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tommydarlings · 16 days

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reckless driving | c.l

pairing: mean!dom!charles x reader

warnings: mentions of reckless driving, blowjob, forced blowjob???, gagging, hair pulling, dacryphilia -> extended version! (2.2k)

w/c: 1.4k

summary: After you’ve had an heated argument with your boyfriend — Charles, you decided to leave the house that the yelling took place in, not expecting the night to end with a sore throat…not only from all the yelling.

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The cold air of Monaco hit your skin in a crucial way as you walked through the quiet streets of the luxurious country. Your hands were tightly hugging your body, desperately trying to keep yourself warm as you took deep breaths, eyes focused on the darkness in front of you.

Fighting with Charles was never fun, it was always just annoying and made you either completely shut down out of pure rage, or cry in pure annoyance.

Sometimes it was both. Like today.

You were so mad at him tonight after your argument, that you swiftly left him home alone and walked without another word out of the door, angrily slamming the front door shut before you wandered through the quiet neighbourhood.

“G-Gosh,” you huffed as your hands trembled, it had gone very, very cold by now and the fact that you were only wearing a top and thin sweatpants did not help.

Suddenly, bright headlights from an upcoming car behind you made your eyes widen. You slowly turned around and rolled your eyes as you saw your boyfriend sitting in his red Ferrari with no emotion on his face as you clutched onto your own shivering skin.

“Get in,” Charles huffed before he leaned over the middle console and opened the passenger door for you, barely looking at you though.

You bit your inner cheek, shaking your head at his demand before you turned back around and started walking forwards again.

Charles huffed again, slowly driving right next to your freezing figure, “Get in, now, c‘mon,” your boyfriend sighed loudly, eyes now fixated on your frame, trailing then shamelessly down your shivering body before he licked his lips, “I’m serious, mon amour… I’m not asking again,” the monaguesque raised his brows.

Those stupid nicknames, they were you’re absolute weakness, and he knew that.

You were always quite good at winning arguments, you were always an argumentative person and Charles was very much aware of that.

Just like he was very much aware of the fact that him calling you those silly nicknames during an heated argument was your weakness, the point where you were on the verge of losing while he was on the verge of winning.

You gulped, “No,” you answered in a quiet tone but Charles heard it loud and clear.

Charles huffed, “Get in the car, right now.”

You only picked your pace up and shook your head, the coldness of the air really taking over your barely covered body now, “No!”

With glassy eyes — due to the slight breeze that ran through Monaco tonight — you watched how your mad boyfriend swiftly opened the door of his Ferrari and hastily stepped out of the vehicle with annoyance written all over his face, making you stop in your tracks and stare at him.

Your boyfriend was suddenly standing in all of his tall glory in front of you, dark eyes looking down at you. You gulped as he suddenly gripped your upper arm with his hand, pulling your closer to him.

“When I tell you to get in the car, then you get in the car, am I clear?” He mumbled deeply, fingers squeezing your flesh.

You hissed and looked down at the concrete, clearly trying your best to avoid his intimidating gaze.

But Charles wasn’t a fan of that. In a quick motion, he grabbed your chin with his other hand and pulled your face closer to his, noses almost touching each other while you trembled beneath his touch.

“Am. I. Clear?” He repeated in a slow motion and quiet tone, thumb running along your trembling bottom lip as you swiftly nodded,

“Y-Yes, I’m sorry charles,” you mumbled as you felt his thumb touching your bottom lip in the most gentle way possible.

He took a small step back to get a better look at your face again, “When I tell you to do something, you do it, okay?” He nodded along his words, forcing a nod out of you as well.

“When you t-tell me to do s-something, I do it,” you repeated in the most submissive way as Charles still held your head in place with his big, veiny hand.

He nodded before he slowly leaned forward and kissed your forehead, “good girl,” he whispered, hand brushing some hair out of your face now before he placed it softly on your cold cheek.

After a few seconds of staring into each others eyes, he leaned down and softly kissed your lips, cold lips caressing each other in the most gentle way that you could ever imagine,

“You’re so cold,” he whispered more to himself before he quickly removed his coat, putting it over your shaking body and closing it with it's big, brown buttons.

You mumbled a tiny 'thank you', hands still clutching onto your shaking figure as you leaned into his touch, charles arms pulling you tightly close to him with a sigh.

Charles fingers squeezed your arms, face buried in your hair, “will my pretty girl get in the car now?”

You bit your lip and smiled before you raised your head and looked up at your boyfriend, brows slightly furrowed as your smirked.

He furrowed his brows as well before he sighed whilst his palms caressed your cheeks, “you wanna act like a little brat again, huh?”

You giggled and slowly nodded, “I think I just walk home, get some fresh air, you know?”

Charles only chuckled at your bratty behaviour before his hands left your cheeks, “I think you’ve gotten enough fresh air, don’t you think so?” He said before he leaned down and softly picked you up bridal style, lips grazing your cold forehead as you wrapped your arms around his neck with a smile.

“Charles!” You screeched as he carried you towards his Ferrari, swiftly opening the door of the passenger side and basically throwing you into the rich leather seats with a deep chuckle before he got into the car himself.

He looked over at you, “put your seatbelt on,” he nudged his chin towards your seatbelt.

You huffed and obeyed, slowly putting it on, eyes not leaving the side of his perfectly sculptured face.

“Are you aware of how handsome you are, baby?” You mumbled with a smug smile at him.

Charles chuckled, briefly glancing at you with those gorgeous pair of eyes before he started the engine and focused on the road, obviously — as always — driving with one hand while his other hand was gently placed on your thigh, thumb running up and down your cold skin.

He licked his lips, not looking at you, “Don’t try to charm your way out of this now, baby… it’s absolutely no use, okay?” He raised his brows at you before he looked back at the road with the same smug smirk.

You bit your lip before you opened your mouth again, not backing off, “no use? I don’t believe that…” you shook your head before you looked at his biceps, “have you been working out more lately? You look so… good and muscular.”

You reached forward and lightly squeezed his big biceps with your fingers, eyes focused on his facial expression, gulping in suprise as your focused looking boyfriend only smirked, his fingers squeezing your skin as well.

“If you don’t shut your mouth in a matter of three seconds, mon amour…” he threatened in a quiet and deep tone, eyes focused on the road, not even sparing one glance at you or your hand.

You gulped again, “what are you gonna do then, hmm? If I don’t shut my mouth, charlie…” you mumbled almost tauntingly.

Charles bit his inner cheek before he glanced at you, his hand suddenly leaving your thigh.

After a few seconds, charles reached his hand over to his pants and slowly opened his belt and his jeans, making your eyes widen.

You stuttered, “C-Charles? What are you doing, b-baby?-”

“Oh don’t 'baby' me now…you can see what I’m doing, can’t you?” He smirked at you as he drove a bit slower but still didn’t stop the car, making you adjust yourself in the rich leather seats.

Your boyfriend quickly freed his big cock, palm slowly pumping himself as you watched him with big eyes. His top was already leaking with pre-cum, making you lick your lips whilst your boyfriend looked completely unbothered by all of this.

“What? Now you’re not running that little mouth of yours?” He chuckled deeply before he continued, “little mouth might be a bit wrong, your mouth isn’t so little if it can take my cock now is it?”

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deconstructthesoup · 5 months

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I think the reason that Dimension 20 really scratches all those itches in my brain is that it really shows what you can do with D&D---and TTRPGs as a whole.

Fantasy High, by itself, is an incredibly compelling concept. What would D&D look like in a semi-modern setting? What would a high school that's all about teaching teens how to be adventurers look like? And the way it's done is beyond inventive, especially if you look at all the encounters in the first season---we've got a literal food fight, a high-speed road chase with tiefling greasers, a nightclub brawl with zombies, vampires, and werewolves, a skating match with a bunch of dwarven middle schoolers and a concrete golem, a high-stakes game of football (ish) with undead jocks that give off major teen slasher vibes, a fight done in an arcade where characters can get trapped in the consoles, and the final battle is done at prom. PROM! How cool is that?

And then we get to the Unsleeping City, which takes the urban fantasy elements that Fantasy High already had and elevates it. The way the D&D lore and magic is interpreted in a modern New York setting is excellent, as is the whole take on the "American Dream," magic literally coming from dreams, ideas, and the imagination. I know that I need to actually finish the UC saga, but from what I've seen and experienced, it is truly fantastic.

And the same energy carries through to the other seasons---my personal favorite outside of Fantasy High being A Court of Fey and Flowers, just because I'm a sucker for any Fey Realm content and I've been raised on Jane Austen---where the genre mashups shine through in the best way possible. I'll admit, I haven't seen A Crown of Candy, purely because I know how heartbreaking and devastating it is and I don't think I can physically handle it, but the concept of Candyland Game of Thrones is so beautifully bizarre that I totally get why people love it so much. Escape from the Bloodkeep hitting that workplace comedy vibe that we love to see in villains. Misfits & Magic being a love letter to the "magical boarding school" genre while also calling out all the weird contradictions inherent in it. A Starstruck Odyssey literally being an homage to Brennan's mom and exactly the kind of madcap and unhinged energy I need from my sci-fi. Neverafter perfectly encapsulating the true horror of fairy tales. Mentopolis hitting my noir-loving heart and personifying hyperfixation in the best way possible.

I'm not even kidding when I say that, if it weren't for Dimension 20... I probably wouldn't have even started my own campaign. I'd had snippets and ideas ever since officially getting into D&D and joining a game with some old friends (and getting back in touch with them in the process), but after I saw the Mentopolis trailer, I realized just how much variety TTRGPs had to offer. I could do a time-blending, history-meets-future campaign. I could go out-of-the-box. I could have endless amounts of options available to my friends and still tell the story that I wanted to tell. And when I sat down and watched Fantasy High---and when I got that Dropout subscription so I could consume whatever I wanted---it felt like the show was actually giving me advice. It's fantastic.

Also it helps that the episodes are usually only roughly a couple hours instead of being, like, an entire afternoon long. And that each season is 20 episodes, tops. No offense to Critical Role, but the sheer amount of content literally makes it impossible for me to get into it.

#dimension 20 #dropout tv #fantasy high #the unsleeping city #a court of fey and flowers #a crown of candy #a starstruck odyssey #neverafter #mentopolis #i just love this show so much you guys

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softestqueeen · 1 month

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slipping and gliding pt. 2

pairing: natasha romanoff x afab!reader

summary: After what happened in the showers, you and Nat make a quick exit to move your fooling around to somewhere else…

warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!! smut, car sex, cunnilingus, inexperienced reader, shy reader, slight dom!nat, fingering

wordcount: 1208 words

a/n: i’m sorry it took so long, but i’m finally back with part 2! only took me like 100 years to write. I’m sorry I’ve been so inactive lately, but new things are in progress… Enjoy <3

part 1

The two of you went back to your stuff and said quick goodbyes to everyone. Of course everyone wanted to persuade you to stay, but you were able to talk yourself out of it, claiming that you didn’t feel well, and that Nat would take you home.

But she wouldn’t take you home. Yet.

The two of you got into Nat’s care before driving off. The sun stood high as the two of you speeded down the highway.

You thought that Nat was gonna take you home and then maybe take you again on the bed. But when you noticed that she missed the exit that actually led to the tower, you frowned.

“Where are we going Nat?”, you questioned her, unsure about what to think of this.

“Patience love, you’ll see.”, she told you while putting her unoccupied hand on your thigh and giving it a squeeze. At the new pet name, you could feel a blush creeping up your neck to your cheeks and the short skirt you wore allowed Nat to directly touch your skin.

You decided to not question it anymore and just wait and see where you would end up.

After a few minutes, it turned out that Nat brought you to a… deserted parking lot? Very romantic. It didn’t seem scary, because on one side it was still light out and on the other you had Nat, who would never let anything happen to you.

Nat parked in the middle of the concrete area, locked the doors, and stopped the engine. She took the key out of the ignition, throwing it lazily into the centre console.

With every passing moment you could feel your arousal building, the anticipation of what’s to come pure torture.

Nat’s car was quite spacious now that you took a look at your surroundings. You could comfortably stretch out your legs and the seat could almost fit you two times.

The redhead leaned forward to your seat and with a skilful motion leaned back your seat, so you were almost laying down now. The sudden change in position mad a giggle escape your lips. It quieted down though, once Nat climbed on top of you, now covering your body with hers.

She sent you a little smile before leaning down and connecting her lips with yours after what felt like ages, though your little shower innuendo had not even been an hour ago. She didn’t waste any time and slipped her tongue into your mouth, exploring like it was the first time.

Her mouth slowly started to wander over your cheek, to your neck and then your cleavage. In this moment you were glad that you chose to wear a little crop top, which made you tits look amazing.

“Can I take it off?”, Nat asked while tugging at the edge of your shirt, but you were already nodding frantically before she even managed to finish her question. She helped you out of it, leaving you with no bra and only your skirt on.

The redhead leaned back a bit, admiring your now exposed body with a new kind of hunger in her eyes. Even though she had just seen it, she still couldn’t believe that you were real. After snapping out of her thoughts she attached her lips to your breast, taking her time with her caresses and giving both breasts even attention, before sucking one of your nipples into her mouth. She repeated her earlier actions almost identically, but that did not mean that you enjoyed it any less.

Her mouth always felt amazing on you, and you feared that every second her mouth or hands were not touching you, you’re going to miss that feeling. For now, though, you would just enjoy the moment and the sight of her on top of you.

Once she felt like she had worshipped your breasts enough she started to litter your stomach with wet open-mouthed kiss, making you shudder.

She hooked her fingers into your skirt and pulled down your skirt, removing your panties with them. Afterwards she slid down into the footwell, now kneeling between you spread legs. In her new position she continued her way down your body, leaving out your pussy, teasing you and starting to kiss along your thighs.

You started squirming underneath her intense attention, but Nat was quick to grab your thighs and spread you legs a little further.

Slowly, she was now nearing your pussy again and you could already feel her heavy breaths against your heat.

“I’ll eat you out now, sweetheart. That all right with you?”, she asked you and you were able to breathe out a weak ‘yes please’ and that was all it took for Nat.

She connected her tongue with your wet pussy and licked a stripe up your slit, making you moan and writhe underneath her. Tightening her grip on your thighs and holding you down she started to explore you, this time with her mouth and tongue rather than her fingers.

The redhead got lost in the taste of you, teasing you by circling your hole with her tongue before moving on again. It didn’t take long for her to have some mercy on you though, as she wanted to hear what other noises would come out of you.

She started to circle your clit, making you throw your head back. One of your hands found it’s way into her hair while loud moans were leaving your lips. Nat was working you so well, her tongue moving from your hole to your clit and then back again. She was driving you insane in the best ways possible.

You could slowly start to feel that coil in your stomach tighten and voiced so much, but the redhead just started to eat you out more vigorously. The noises the two of you made could have been straight out of a porn movie, the moans and whines escaping your lips, the obscene sounds of Nat’s tongue lapping at your folds.

She took one hand off your thigh and started to circle your entrance with one of her fingers while she was circling your clit only with the tip of her tongue. The new sensation drove you mad, and you were so so close.

When she then slipped one of her fingers into your tight hole you were done for. You tightened your grip on her hair and came with a shout of her name. Nat slowed down but still worked you through your orgasm, her finger massaging your inner walls while her tongue was moving over your swollen lips.

Once you released her hair and got your breathing under control again the redhead pulled away from you. You could see your slick covering here lips and chin. Not being able to control yourself you leaned forward and connected your lips with hers, tasting your own arousal on her tongue.

With one hand on her hip, you guided her back onto the seat, so she was practically lying on top of you. Your other hand started to grope her body before you pulled away from her lips.

“Now, let me return your favour!”, you told her sheepishly and she could only smile before you connected your lips again.

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bamsara · 1 year

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“Pet goes missing” for the SL prompt! IMAGINE THE LITTLE KITTY AW

Moon-Centric | Wordcount: 1,252 | A03 Version

(Contains some light flirting)

The kitten has been gone for about a day now.

It was an accident. Someone left the door open while bringing in groceries (that you had bought) and maybe didn't see something small and quick run out from underneath their feet (there were bags in the way) and didn't notice until a certain animatronic is filling up the kitten's food bowl before scouring the house with special eyes and very much on edge when he cannot find the little friend, no matter how you try to console him.

(Which isn't long, because you're already putting on your shoes and jacket from when you first noticed the absence of the newest addition to your home, as fast as you can manage because there's a robot with three limbs out the door ahead of you.)

Which brings you here, in the fridged cold of midnight out on the streets, rubbing your hands together and blowing visable breath clouds as your animatronic friend crawls on top of fences and light poles in his search.

Moon is clad in thrift store sweatpants and a t-shirt while you're bundled to the max, and his lack of need for warmth is something you envy right now. "She's probably where she stayed before Gramps found her and took her to us." You breathe into your hands as you walk, a audible chatter in your teeth. "We could start there?"

"No. Damp there." Moon crawls like a spider, uncaring about his form in the outside world. He misses his wire, but he has no problem getting to high vantage points; something that comes in handy when on the search for a kitten in the dead of night. "She'll be somewhere warmer. Not on concrete."

"...Like a exhaust pipe of a car, or a dumpster. Got it." You sigh. With this cold, it's worrying for the kitten, fur or not. It doesn't take a scientist to know that Moon too knew this detail. You would only hope that your searching would not end up fruitless. Or worse; tragedy.

The roads you walk are empty, save for cars that pass by every twenty minutes or so. The animatronic is probably using infared vision to find her, judging by how quick he scoured the bushes and is now crawling on all fours to look underneath the cars parked on the side of the road. Your frown deepens, worry lines sinking in. "Hey, don't stress out. She might find her way back home, too."

Moon doesn't look at you, but makes a noise of aknowledgement.

"We'll find her. If not tonight, we can put out missing pet posters in the morning." Hiking your jacket to cover your neck, you curl into the warmth and look out onto the dark street. It's wet with recent sleet, and the reflection of still lights feel warm in contrast to the air. You sigh, turning back to Moon. "Maybe if we put a shirt and food out, we can-HEY, Put the car down, Moon! Don't pick that-put it down!"

Moon has the backend of a parked car lifted upwards a foot or so off the ground, his head swivels to frown at you in disagreement, but the robot settles back tires back on the pavement quietly and crawls (yes, crawls) on all fours away from the street, onto the sidewalk and up on the fence where he stays crouched. "Just looking."

"You're already crawling. It's not hard to crouch a bit more to check under the cars." You sniff, and see a runny nose in your future. "Don't get us arrested."

Moon's gaze is red and focused, darting to and fro as you walk and briefly turning to you as you round the corner, pausing. "Cold?" He asks, and continues before you can answer. "Home. Go."

"Not a good idea to have you out here by yourself." You snort. A puff of air comes out of your nose as you do, and the animatronic's head tilts at the sight. "Don't want you lifting cars or doing...I don't know, Grand Theft Auto to find the cat."

Moon stands to his full height on the fence, survalience mode returning, scanning. "Cold's not good for you. Or her."

"I'll live-." Your response is cut off as his hand comes up, signaling to be quiet.

"Hush." He hums something quiet, coiling into someone's backward, halfway leaning down the side of the fence and calling out into the darkness. "Pssp pssp pssp pssp pssp."

You try to look over the fence and into the yard, but the space behind the wood is dark and there's nothing you can make out besides fog and some foliage. "Moon?"

"Baby." He says. You raise a brow and there's a moment of pause before he continues. He wears a comfortable grin. "Cat baby. Not you, baby."

"Stop it."

"No."

"Is the kitten over there?" You crane your neck a little further, listening. You don't hear any meowing or anything rustling, and there's a barrier in the way otherwise you'd investigate yourself. "This is someone's backyard, it's kinda trespassing-"

"Says the trespasser." Moon scoffs, and suddenly without warning, leaps from the fence into the darkness.

You wait there awkwadly on the sidewalk, curling further into your jacket and listening to the crikets. You're only alone for a few moments though, a blur shoots back into your vision and Moon reappears, crouched atop the wooden fence, gripping for balance with one hand hard enough it splinters the wood; in the other hand something is held close to his chest.

The kitten is held to his t-shirt, looking blearly eyed, a little doozy but unharmed. It's mouth opens in a tiny yawn and it's limbs stretch out in Moon's palm, and said animatronic's happy face faulters a little in a deadpan at the realization that he just woke the kitten up from sleep.

"The kitten!" You exclaim, smiling. Moon hops off the fence, careful as the kitten seems to be coming to her senses. Without asking, he pulls open the front of your jacket at the top, unzipping it a bit and putting the kitten at your collarbone. Your arms and hands come up to hold it there, keeping it close to your chest where the warmth is the strongest. She's chilly, but not bone-cold. You sigh in relief. "She must have found a little shelter back there somewhere."

"Not enough." He zips up your jacket as quick as he undone it, just where the kitten's head sticks out. She looks a bit startled, not alarmed, but a tiny mew sounds out from your neck at the realization of her holders. Moon brings a finger down to brush against her head. "Home, now."

"You don't have to tell me twice." Spinning on your heel, you start the brisk walk back towards the apartment. Moon is faster besides you than he is behind you, not following along on the fence but hunched over to your side, walking in long strides with you.

A brisk wind makes you shiver, but you're careful to protect the kitten from the cold's bite. "She needs a bath. There's muddy gunk on her legs." You sigh. "You know, a hot bath myself wouldn't sound half bad."

Moon moves to your other side, breaking the wind's gust on you and hoisting an arm around your shoulders. Judging by the way he was pacing, he wanted you out of the cold, and probably was going to force you to sleep the second you stepped through the doors. "Later."

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notapradagurl7 · 6 months

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Could've Been.(+18)

Leon Simmons x Black Fem! Reader.

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @henneseyhoe @wide-nose-and-wonderful @planetblaque

Summary: On a quiet nightly stroll from a meeting with Franklin, Leon visits you and confesses his feelings for you.

A/N: I was binge-watching Snowfall and decided to write about Leon’s fine self. 😩 whew enjoy!🫶❤️

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The young adult male walked, the dark sky loomed over him like an endless abyss. The snow-moonlit rays cast a hauntingly beautiful glow on his caramel skin, causing the clouds above to appear faintly white. In the distance, a grey pit bull's constant barking echoed through the stillness, its paws clattering against a silver chain-link fence. The flickering of the bright orange streetlight added to the noise, its constant buzz causing his face to twist up in irritation. With each step, the flat soles of his low-top black Converse met the cold concrete with a resounding thud.

Leon strolled aimlessly down the sidewalk, lost in thought after his talk with Franklin. The job of peddling goods to his people and being Franklin's bodyguard was finally behind him. Although he and Franklin remained good friends, Leon's mind was distracted with someone else entirely - his dear friend Y/N.

You and Leon's friendship blossomed when the two of you first met through Wanda, who used to be your closest friend until addiction took hold of Wanda. Together, the two friends tried to help Wanda overcome her drug habit, but it was a difficult battle. Despite the setbacks, Leon refused to give up on her. When Wanda was rushed to the hospital, Leon reached out to You and you hurried to his side, taking a seat in the gray cushioned armchair next to him as they sat by Wanda's bedside.

You observed the longing glances he threw toward Wanda, you placed a consoling hand on his back, hoping to relieve his pain as he leaned against your shoulder. Despite your ease of forgiveness, he persisted in blaming himself and offering apologies that he couldn't bring himself to accept.

Although Leon and Wanda weren't dating at the time, You felt that it was not the right time to express your feelings for Leon, given the chaos surrounding them. Eventually, Wanda got her life together, and you and Leon were happy for her. You thanked Leon for his unwavering support and for paying the expenses of Wanda's recovery.

You planted a kiss on his cheek in appreciation, Leon felt his heart skip a beat. He reminisced about the moments when you stood by his side and was grateful for you. When Wanda announced her decision to move away from South Central, Los Angeles, in search of a better life, Leon and You wished her all the best.

The piercing bark of a grey pit bulldog echoed through the air, Leon lifted his head in response. A wide grin immediately spread across his face as he recognized the familiar pooch - Juno, your beloved dog. Without hesitation, the canine leaped onto Leon's knees, earning a light chuckle from the man.

Squatting down to Juno's level, Leon greeted her with affection. "Long time no see, Juno. you've been a good girl for Y/N?" he asked, his hand gently stroking her fur. The devoted dog let out a soft whine in response, and Leon hummed appreciatively. As he continued to pet her, his thumb slowly caressed the top of Juno's head.

"Juju! You can't keep running off and jumping on strangers―," you exclaimed as you hurriedly crossed the empty street.

Your eyes widened at the sight of Leon, causing you to come to an abrupt halt. You sported a comfortable black tank top and matching shorts with black slides, and your freshly styled raven box braids swayed with every step.

Attired in a fresh ensemble, he sported a crisp white tee, attended by a rich brown belt at his waist, and a pair of pants in a dust sandy hue. An elegant Figaro chain draped across his collarbone, while his feet were adorned with sleek, low-top black converse. His belt installed a pager and a trusty Desert Eagle. His cornrows were tightly braided in neat rows, looking as if they had been recently tended to.

"Am I a stranger now?" Leon teased, placing his hand over his heart as you chuckled. Juno, their furry companion, trotted back to your side as their gazes locked. "You haven't changed, Y/N," Leon said, grinning as he stood up from his crouched position.

"But I think I've matured a bit." You joked softly, giggling a bit.

"What brings you out here Lee?" You curiously asked him.

"Just strolling down the street, had a chat with Franklin and then Juno's barks caught my attention. Is it cool if I join you for a little while?" he replied to you.

"Certainly, come on in, it's getting cold outside."

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After Leon entered, you quickly shut and secured the front door. Together, the two of you walked into a cozy, medium-sized living room with four walls painted a soft shade of rosy red. The four walls were decorated with an array of framed artworks and family pictures. The sweet scent of vanilla wafted through the air, stemming from a trio of candles. While they entered, Leon noticed Juno resting on the plush coffee cream carpet, her ears perking up at every sound.

"Lee, would you like something to drink or eat?" You inquired, seating yourself on the right side of the red suede couch as he seated himself on the left.

"No, thank you. I'm straight," Leon responded, signaling his refusal with a raised right hand.

You raven box braids gathered into a ponytail by your left hand, secured them with a black hair tie before asking, "How have you been?"

"I've been doing well," Leon replied, a smile forming on his lips.

"I stopped selling products to my people and I'm not Franklin's bodyguard anymore. How about you?" He asked you, raising a brow.

Your hands clapped together at the news. "That's fantastic to hear! my job as an administrator is really starting to grow on me." you replied, smiling at him.

Leon grinned, feeling happy for your newfound contentment. "That's great to hear. Can I tell you something?"

"Of course, anything." you nodded at him, slightly tilting his head, "Well, I've been thinking about us a lot lately and-" Leon was cut off by you, "You don't have to apologize for Wanda's addiction. It's not your fault," you interrupted, your voice gentle yet firm.

"I remember when she was your best friend, and I felt like nobody was going to help her," Leon said, reminiscing on the past.

You smiled reassuringly. "But she's doing much better now, Leon." you placed your hands on his shoulders to let him it's okay.

He nodded in agreement. "You know, Y/N, I've been thinking... Do you think we could've been a couple?"

Your eyes widened in surprise. "What makes you ask that?" you asked him, "Well, you stuck by me when you could've left me alone with Wanda. We've been through some shit too, and I need to know... Do you want to be with me?" Leon asked, nervously.

Your heart skipped a beat. "Of course, I want to be with you," you confessed, taking his face in your hands.

Your lips crashed into each other, and the two of you broke apart only briefly to speak. You stood up from the couch, grabbing Leon's hand. He followed your to the doorway of your bedroom.

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Your back slouched against the crimson bed sheets as your skin brushed against the soft fabric after every stroke, His hands gripped your ankles, tugging at them as he pushed his hips into yours with increasing force. his hands planted on either side of your head. You whimpered and moaned softly, lost in the pleasure of the moment. "Your pussy is amazing," he said, his voice low and seductive. You bit your bottom lip, feeling a rush of heat between your legs. He grabbed your thighs, pulling them up to rest on his shoulders. He quickened his pace, his nails digging into your skin. You cried out.

He rolled his hips to quicken his pace and dug his fingernails into your brown skin. A low grunt escaped his lips, causing you to cry out in pleasure. "Oh fuck," and then "I want the whole neighborhood to hear you." Leon groaned in response, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he continued his powerful thrusts. Your breasts bounced with every stroke, and Leon admired the sight of your wet folds clenching around him.

"You're so wet and pretty," Leon teased, his eyes fixated on you. He pinned both of your legs over your head, eliciting a sharp gasp from your. "Shit, girl," he groaned, causing you to whimper with pleasure. Your knees grazed your erect nipples, and you moaned his name loudly. "Leon, fuck," you chanted, your palm pressing against his abdomen as you struggled to catch your breath. Your wet walls clenched tightly around him, and he leaned forward, desperate to feel even deeper inside of you.

"Move your hand..Take every inch of what's yours.."Leon's voice was low and commanding. Your hand moved over, you could feel his thin gold chain dangling in front of your face, the beads of sweat glistening in the dim light. As he kissed you deeply, you moaned softly, your leg trembling with each thrust. his thrusts growing slower. You came hard as your essence trickled around him, your wet walls gripping his dick as he pulled out, spilling his seed onto your red silk sheets.

Leon kissed your forehead tenderly. They were both breathing heavily, their hearts ounding out of their chests.

"I'm sorry about your sheets, baby," Leon said, rubbing the back of his neck apologetically. "It's alright, I'll switch them out, but your hair is everywhere," you replied, running your fingers through his unbraided curls.

"Don't worry about it, I don't mind," Leon shrugged nonchalantly.

You gently cupped his face in your palms and you gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. "I can rebraid it for you.."

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Top Gun: Fenton - Chpt 1 (Teaser)

Bout time I put this one out here. Will be up on Ao3 in the next 2 weeks!

The thing about plummeting 20,000ft through the air in the middle of the night – if you realise it's a bad idea halfway down, it's already too late.

“Holy sh*t!”

Admittedly, not one of Danny’s favourite ways to wake up.

He could barely right himself as he plummeted through the dark sky in a mess of flailing limbs and flapping NASA pyjama pants. Obviously not his best look, but it wasn’t like he was prepared to wake up falling out of the sky. In fact, it wasn’t something he’d ever had to actually deal with considering he tended to defy gravity majority of the time anyway.

Convenient, when it works, he thought saltily, still trying and failing to trigger any reciprocation from his core. Since when was he having power malfunctions? It was like he was fourteen all over again, turning his pants intangible in the school hallway. Puberty, ew.

Danny’s lanky body flipped and folded uncontrollably like a sheet in the wind, while compressed air screamed past his ears and pulled at the skin of his face, drying out his mouth and grabbing at his eyelids painfully. How could anyone do this for fun, ever?

Honestly, he’d pretty much accepted at this point that whatever was going on, this wasn't his fault. The last thing he remembered was falling into bed next to Sam post online doom sesh with Tucker and completely checking out of the world of consciousness – because yes he could do that now, three cheers for retirement! So, unless he could somehow teleport in his sleep, this was completely out of his control. Which was unsettling, but at least it was some comfort that he could blame someone else for once.

A chill nipped at his arms as he plunged through more cloud cover, only this time, instead of more dark and gloom, he broke through to come face to face with perhaps the most menacing skyline he’d ever seen.

Brutal skyscrapers stood like gods, towering over a city swathed in smog and pollution. Plumes of smoke drifted skywards, drifting past keeling cranes and breathing onto low flying aircraft weaving dangerously between high rises.

Oh he was so not in Washington anymore.

His eyes followed smatterings of dim light that illuminated bustling roads and jagged bridges, stooping down into a shadowy harbour, dotted with resting ships bobbing in dark water. The very same water which loomed ominously below him. Danny’s eyes widened as the still, murky harbour water rushed at him, and he tried uselessly to grasp any part of his half dead self. Head-on collision in ten, nine, eight….

He managed to swivel feet first, throwing his legs out like a spring to displace the water. Not that it helped. It was like hitting fucking concrete. His legs cracked sickeningly on impact and the icy harbour water engulfed him.

As he sunk down, a horrible scenario flashed through his mind; his body filled with water, sinking to the bottom of this strange harbour in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, never to be found again. His only memory; a segment on buzzfeed unsolved.

Naturally, Danny panicked. He floundered on the surface, splashing around with only arms to keep him afloat and the dreaded possibility that he’d just broken both legs. He sucked in salty water through his nose, and choked it down his throat as the dead-weight of his legs dragged him under.

Sam, the house and the $20 in my wallet are yours. The console goes to Tucker – but I’ll never forgive you if you don’t put him through the blazing trials of hell to earn it.

Miraculously, it was then that he felt that familiar weightlessness settle over him, and without a second thought, he launched himself skyward blindly – just far enough to miss the rest of the harbour and crash ragdoll style onto the wooden jetty.

Rolling to a stop on his back, Danny groaned, chest heaving for oxygen he didn't need. His legs were on fire, but at least that was better than numb – c’mon freaky ghost powers do your thing already. All he wanted was to lie there and pass out. But that would just be too convenient.

The red and blue lights of justice flashed against the white undersides of the expensive moored boats lining the jetting, and the squeal of rubber tires on tarmac had Danny cursing under his breath. Too fucking perfect.

Car doors slammed, two of them, and the hurried thumping of boots on the flimsy wooden jetty vibrated against his back. Closest he’d get to a massage probably.

“Hey!”

Danny sighed and closed his eyes, so it begins.

The first cop was by his side in seconds, sliding to his knees at Danny’s shoulder. “Please, please don't be dead,” The guy mumbled to himself, clearly young by the tone, fiddling with his utility belt for what Danny could only guess was a pair of gloves. “Not another one. Not more paperwork.”

“Your lucky day” Danny wheezed out a laugh, forcing his eyes back open enough to give the poor traumatised dude some clarity. “Still kicking.”

“Crap!” The cop startled, falling back on his heels, probably having already convinced himself that Danny was dead. He couldn't blame the guy, good intuition. “You scared the socks off me dude!” He put a hand to his chest, “But thank god for that.”

“Ha.” Danny exhaled exhaustedly. The Officers silver name badge read ‘Det. Grayson’, but his face was young, a year or two older than Danny, he guessed, somewhere around twenty three or four – definitely too young to be a detective. Black hair peaked out from underneath Detective Graysons cap, hanging above blue eyes eerily similar to his own. They roved over Danny’s beaten face and body with the same critical gaze Jazz had been giving him for years. Oh yeah, oldest sibling for sure – out in the wild.

The assessment halted at his legs, “God, your…”

The second cop, Graysons partner, sidled up then, measly first aid kit in one hand and a flashlight in the other. He was an older man, stubby, with a crooked moustache, wide face and a badge that read ‘Const. Marshall’. “What’ve we got Grayson? Another body – holy christ!”

Constable Marshall staggered a few steps, when his flashlight illuminated Danny’s tattered legs. “Oh hell no. That’s bone! I see bone!”

“Marshall!” Grayson scolded in a harsh whisper, ripping away the first aid kit.

Danny cringed. So much for being calm in front of a patient. His legs must be pretty gruesome then. It wasn’t worrying, not when he could already feel the burning sensation of his ectoplasm trying to cinch them back together. Except, that was just the problem.

He gritted his teeth. Please stop healing.

“Sorry about him,” Grayson mumbled, calmly reaching into the first aid kit for some intense looking bandages, “I’m Detective Grayson, and that’s Constable Marshall. We’re with Bluhaven PD, but we’re working with Gotham City at the moment. What’s your name?”

Danny’s stomach dropped. “We’re in Gotham?”

“Gotham harbour specifically.” Detective Graysons brow furrowed. “Did you hit your head at all?”

“No–I, um…” What in the hell was going on? “– sorry, I’m Danny.”

The Detective's eyes were wary, but he hid it well with an awkward smile. “Well it’s nice to meet you Danny. Although, not the best circumstances, I’m sure.”

Danny chuckled breathily, mind spinning. “Tell me about it.”

“What in the hell happened?” Constable Marshall asked, white as a sheet and looking all the more like he was about to regurgitate his dinner into the harbour. “I’m calling an ambulance.”

Danny’s heart jumped to his throat. “Oh no really – you don't have to, I’m fine, I’ll just–”

“No time. We’ll take him with us” Grayson interrupted, tying off bandages around Danny’s legs to stem the bleeding. “Marshall, help me get him up”

Danny let out a very manly whine as both men gripped him under the arms and carefully lifted his battered body to a standing position. His vision spun, and he wobbled dangerously, because obviously standing on two broken legs wasn’t going to provide much stability. The younger of the two cops was quick to duck under his shoulders and lift the weight off, whilst the Constable on the other side took a second longer to follow his example. So much for seniority.

“Danny, how are you going buddy? You with us?” Grayson asked, the epitome of calm, but Danny really couldn't give him an answer right now. He continued, “We’re going to get you over to the car okay? And then we’ll go straight to the hospital.”

“No hospitals.” Danny moaned amidst spinning vision and pounding head.

“Yeah, I’m afraid you don’t really have a choice my dude, sorry.” Grayson smirked. “Nice pants by the way. NASA, very spacey"

Danny died a little more.

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Whoop! Bit vague, but all the more fun to come!

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