#PETRA. / threads

[barrenstars]

she's polite enough to wait until most of the blue lock players are training or in their rooms, sleeping, or whatever before cracking her snacks out in the cafeteria. her new favourite thing has been store-bought ramen that can be made in minutes. it's nearing bedtime so the cafeteria is relatively empty as petra sneaks her way in, the small ramen bowl tucked up her hoodie as she sneaks over the fill it up, preparing it quietly. she even sneakily adds the cheese and melts it, and boy... it looks great. only when she turns to take it back to her table does she spot @diaboelic sitting there tiredly, seemingly waiting on her. " oh... nagi-kun... what a surprise... " it wasn't really, but now he's going to steal some of her food!

starter call!

[regnismemorias]

"Oh yeah, I'm jealous, alright." He sets his fork down & leans forward, chuckling at her. "Absolutely green with envy. You let me know when you get that call; I'll throw you a fucking party." Tavion took a large chug of ice water, nearly downing over half. It wasn't just that the omelet was burnt to a crisp or that the egregiously expensive cheese was wasted; the distinct crunch of eggshell was prominent under his teeth, and it was oversalted, hollowing out his cheeks with the singular bite he took.

"Don't hold your breath, though," he teased. "Now, do you want me to show you how to really make an omelet or not?"

@survivingxutxfspite - continued from here

[soulsballad]

( sc. )

today's mission was supposed to be different, petra wasn't to pair up with a fellow classmate, but someone 'special', according to gojo. so while everyone else filtered off to do their own thing, petra waited patiently by the gates of the school, clad in her uniform, fiddling with her thumbs. that was until she felt someone approach her from behind, and when she turns, she sees @wistrea. ❝ kira-san! ❞ the ravenette greets with a warm smile. ❝ what are you doing here? are you visiting yuu? ❞

[kittywriites]

closed ;; @gothwives continued from x

He really was a glutton for punishment, wasn’t he? It wasn’t like he couldn’t have his pick of any other girl in here ( wasn’t even like some of them hadn’t tried already ) but the minute he’d heard Petra was here, he’d had tunnel vision. It was probably a combination of a few things: she was equal parts mean and hot, he’d always loved a challenge, and his manager didn’t want Jesse anywhere near the girl. Apparently, the pop princess might send his fans the wrong ‘message’. But Jesse had always had a knack for doing the opposite of what he was told…especially when there was a pretty girl at stake. A sound that was half a groan and half a chuckle rumbled from his chest, fingertips digging into the supple fabric as she pressed back against him. Fucking tease. His eyes scanned the crowd beneath them and then he thought Fuck it, go for broke. “Well,” His hands curled around her dainty hips and he pulled her tighter against him, well and full against the semi he was already sporting. He leaned down to press his lips against that spot that had her whining like a kitten for him last time, a gruff sigh escaping against her skin. “Is it basic flattery if I tell you I’ve been thinking about eating your pussy till you cry and then bouncing you up and down on my cock until you can’t remember your own name?” he smirked against her skin before letting out a gravelly chuckle.

[amorfati-rp]

CW: Arson, Inferiority complex, Sexual Violence and threats towards a Minor, and CSA

Oh Sylvia. I said I would do a babbling on her relationship with Femininity and I do have to do so. So....it's complicated.

Sylvia currently sees her Femininity as a weapon, as a means to an end to get shit from people to take care of Linus. Though when. She was young(er) she truly believed it was all she has going for her. For it was the only things her parents really... acknowledged about her.

You see, Linus is the favored child. A sickly genius boy for a knack for invention. Of course, he was, Sylvia would surmise. She was more or less normal. Not much to her skills other than a pension for cuteness and fashion. (Even though she does find the sword intriguing)

Her parents practically treated her like Linus' nanny even though she was the youngest. And this did fester in Sylvia as a deep inferiority complex. Especially after the death of their father in the war leaving her mother to coddle Linus worse and ignore Sylvia harder. She hated her parents, she resented Linus, she resented everything. So she burned it down.

The house fire that killed their mother and nearly killed Linus, that forced him to make a pact with the Selkie to survive was caused by Sylvia. She knows this, and she deeply regrets it. She doesn't even remember if it was an accident or not. But it doesn't matter. She did this, she made Linus even weaker than before, and like her parents told her- He was now truly her responsibility.

Her seducing older men in order to get close and get money and trinkets from them started here. Cause what else does Sylvia have other than her looks? Sylvia doesn't fully understand y'know.. the repercussions of doing this as a child. And even if she did it doesn't matter, she has to take care of Linus. So she more or less offers herself to any bloke who has a wallet. Some just give money to help a poor child, others ignore her, but it's truly awful when they take the bait and try to indulge in her. Luckily...Sylvia is currently still a virgin but uh ... She's not wholly innocent. And that's the most disgusting thing.

Femininity is both Sylvia's weaponry and her fucking prison. and it sucks because Sylvia finds feminity beautiful. The beauty aspect and she surprisingly fits into he domestic and motherly aspect of it so well. But it has eaten up the entirety of her true self because of her guilt over what she did to Linus and that....he will never know. Sylvia would rather DIE than Linus find out.

But even then Sylvia does enjoy femininity genuinely. After all, she adores Furiae. Wishing that she could be just as naturally pretty and charming. She even has a crush on the goddess. Though, would never pursue it due to it not being lucrative.

Sylvia has lost her sense of self and became the ideal woman in order to lure men into her so she can use them for the sake of her brother. And even to this day Sylvia cannot tell you if it was even worth it.

[oflowtides]

closed starter for @infiinitys​ (petra) location: petra’s place

“God,” Kirby had made himself comfortable on his sisters couch, letting out a long sigh.  “I swear, three of us are all caught up in relationship bullshit.... I haven’t checked in with Jude, but please tell me your life isn’t in such emotional turmoil.” 

[unbeleveable]

BECAUSE IT IS HALLOWEEN, AND I JUST FINISHED MOTHERLAND: FORT SALEM, INDUCTING SOME NEW WITCHY MUSES:

Sarah Alder Petra Bellweather Nicte Batan

[saturnmused]

@warender // petra & yana // starter call.

❝ don't you put this on me. i'm not the one who fucked this up by hesitating. what the hell were you thinking ? now we're both going to be in trouble, and ― ❞ despite the option, petra isn't leaning towards the possibility of telling on her to superiors. though the witch may not want to admit it, she does mostly enjoy their shared encounters, and she does unwittingly feel for other woman. arms cross over chest for a brief moment before the witch is gesturing to the bodies in front of them. ❝ well, are we hiding them or not ? ❞

[angeldcgs]

“be thankful that i’m not,” she replied simply, having to resist the urge to call him an ungrateful little brat under her breath. such a comment would only set him off further, causing him to double down on his indignant attitude and insist that his behavior was perfectly reasonable given the circumstances. it was good he had a little bit of bite to him, that fire would be beneficial for when she inevitably entrusted him to take on some level of responsibility within her little operation, but she couldn’t tolerate that sort of an attitude when directed her way, especially if she were to bring him around her other colleagues. they’d see the way she allowed him to talk to her and think they could do the same; all of the respect she’d worked so hard to earn would come crumbling at her feet, and she’d be damned if she allowed such a sniveling, pathetic little worm to drag her down with him. that snark would need to be trained out of him, and sooner rather than later. “are you really? huh. what a coincidence.” petra’s father had trained her to be ambidextrous as soon as she began developing fine motor skills, actually, for reasons she didn’t understand at the time, but was immensely grateful for now. “y’know, people used to believe lefties had the devil in us. i’m beginning to think there might be some truth to that…” he was certainly grappling with some kind of inner demons, that’s for certain. she tried to stifle her smirk as he obeyed her directions, turning in a circle with the distinct lack of enthusiasm usually reserved for such tasks as going to the dmv, and then trudging over to her dresser with leaden feet and a sullen expression. everything about him resembled that of a petulant child, from his hunched posture to his dramatically grumpy demeanor. there were few opportunities for petra to experience genuine pleasure, since she'd chosen to forgo a personal life in order to not complicate her professional one, so she had to find it wherever she could. sonny’s attitude was irritating, but in turning him into her newest little project, she was able to derive at least some amusement from his suffering. “your actions have consequences, sonny,” she explained, grasping both hands and looking them over before releasing the right in favor of the left. “i’m sure you’re incapable of looking past your own nose long enough to consider how you might be affecting those around you, and normally i wouldn’t care had you not decided to fuck with me.” as she spoke, petra began moving his hand in the space of the open drawer, holding it in place so it was stuck halfway inside. “that watch you intended to steal is very special to me— so few things are, and i can’t help but take it personally, though i’m sure you couldn’t care less what you took so long as it earned you a couple bucks at the pawn shop. now... you know i'm not a cop, i'm not jesus. i could care less how you choose to get by, i have no interest in delivering some grand moral judgment; my only intent is correcting a personal slight. i wouldn't be where i am today if i let people walk all over me, would i? don't consider this a punishment... every mistake is a lesson.” with that, she gave him a somewhat sympathetic smile, continuing to hold him in place with one hand while the other returned to the knob on the open drawer and closed it, slamming the thick wood into his hand as hard as she possibly could. hopefully he hadn’t been lying about being left handed, as her much needed lesson would’ve been a lot less effective had she just injured his non-dominant hand. reopening the drawer, she removed his hand, now bright red from the force of the impact, and brought it closer to her face. “it doesn’t look broken… shame. should we try again?”

“and are you a cop?” sonny shot back, unamused with the tone at which petra thought she could speak to him with. sure, he’d broken into her home, but it hadn’t been for shits and giggles, he wouldn’t have done what he had if he thought there was a better option. had it been his house getting broken into then he would’ve had a similar response to hers but that wasn’t the case, it never would be because no one would bother breaking into his place because there was nothing there worth taking. it was a pointless thought experiment, she’d never know what it was like to be someone like him and vice versa. all he had to go off was what he felt was right and like it or not, he felt no reason to try and ask for forgiveness for something that he believed was brought about through little fault of his own. “i’m left handed, actually.” he couldn’t help but try and rebuke whatever she said, no matter how petty or childish it made him look in response. he had little shame, whatever dignity he’d had when he entered the house had been stripped away alongside his clothes yet he could cling onto his snark as some kind of shield, yet another act to perform that distanced anyone around him from seeing him for who he truly was. he rolled his eyes and did as she wished, holding up his arms while he dragged his feet and turned in a circle like a show-dog. in some weird way, he started to wish that she had acted immediately on whatever violent tendencies she was holding back in favour of dragging things out. being made to follow orders was somehow more infuriating than anything else, even more than being caught. he continued to glare at her as he begrudgingly walked over to her dresser, his shoulders slumped with a reluctance he held heavy in his posture. whatever she had planned, sonny knew that it wasn't merely meant as a punishment for his crime. had it been the case, she would've already been on the phone to the police, she would've lashed out with violence of some kind if he posed any kind of threat to her but he didn't, she was getting some kind of enjoyment out of toying with him even if she was taking to her role as prosecutor with a stoic seriousness. with how methodical she was being, he couldn't help but wonder if this was something she’d dabbled in before. was her house purposefully less protected than others on the street to incentivise desperate souls like himself to try their luck? if there was a way for sonny to try and retreat from blame, he’d chase it relentlessly. “fuck sake…” he muttered under his breath before sticking his hands out. there was no point in resisting when he’d already given up so much, pussying out at the last hurdle would only made him appear more pathetic and he had to hold onto some dignity. whatever petra had planned, she had his cooperation, at least till he found out what it involved.

[porcelcinarchived]

“ petra ! ” she beamed, her smile always dancing between the shadows of insanity or joy . of course, what about what she was to do would gift her with brief joy ; but anything following that would only contribute to her fragile state of mind . “ isn’t it a wonderful day ? god has blessed us with opportunities and i’m gracious enough to involve you in my plan . ” she declared, arms spread out as if she wanted to embrace the world . “ i’ve located the position of the polish carriages and i think we should use that moment of fear and chaos and try to abduct that little polish brat and force a confession out of the king ! ”

@petraauersperg

[royalreiqn]

with  petra  royce    /    @drwnedsun where:   the royce apartments in the red keep.

        the  book  in  his  hands  was  one he'd found during one of the many visits he'd made to the royal library since their arrival. despite arriving later than most, thankfully missing the feast where he'd feel akin to a deer surrounded by hunters, he suspected he'd visited the library more than most combined. luna was napping next to him, snoring softly, but the second the door opened both nikolai and her looked up. he smiled at the sight of his little sibling.        ❝  i hope you're grinning because you're in a good mood and not because you plan on dragging me away from my reading,   ❞ he teased, knowing that even if it was the latter, he would go along with whatever plan petra had in mind.

[barrenstars]

her face is totally disfigured. the red lipstick somehow reaches beyond her eyes and there is a massive blob stuck to the false lashes that are glued halfway up her eyelids. yet, petra still stands with a massive smile as jun excitedly shows off her make-up skills to @levinhail " she's so pretty, right uncle yuu? right!? i'm so good at make-up, right petra? right!? " blinking once and trying to maintain her composure, petra nods rapidly. " uh-huh! the best! i've never looked more beautiful, right yuu...? "

starter call!

[legendaryl0stpieces]

"Nope they don't count at all." Carter chuckled lightly, while looking back towards her. "They don't count because this is totally the real thing." He pointed out, before glancing towards the road once more this way he could get them to where they were going. "I swear you are going to fun." He pointed out.

She's lost in her own thoughts before glancing over at him. Petra raises an eyebrow at him, "What, so you're just gonna act like reading all those Dan Brown novels doesn't count?"

[soulsballad]

tag drop; original characters. ( p. 4 )

[zhongrin]

bound matriarch

© zhongrin | 2024 ✼  [✘] no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. [✓] rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡

✼ characters ┈ zhongli

✼ tags ┈ yandere, fem!pronouns ('wife', 'matriarch', 'goddess' used), zhongli as morax/rex lapis, set right after archon war

✼ a/n ┈ i have to be out all day today so i'm not sure if i'll be at home when this goes out but let me just say FINALLY I CAN RELEASE THIS. THIS HAS BEEN ON MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG (i'd also like to silently thank jessamine bc their comments on my posts were the main catalyst for me to finish this little blurb sobsob)

ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ)  ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)

oh, what a dream it is to be the spouse of the strongest archon in teyvat, whom he wed right after archon war ended. some might see the celebratory wedding as something uncouth; an utter disrespect to the lives lost at war and the bereaved families, but the lord of geo disagrees. what could be a better reassurance to ensure the people of liyue would start believing in and striving for a brighter future, than the joyous union of the new geo archon who defended them throughout the arduously long war and the prosperity goddess who has the power to bless the land and its people?

you're draped in gold and red as you sign the oath in blood; sealing your matrimony amidst the cheers of the mortals and immortals alike. the ruby reds on your lips are plush and soft against their god's own, the gossamer thread of embroidered gold of your clothing matching your now-husband's attire. even the bright blue sky seemed to celebrate such a joyous occasion, casting its warm rays upon the now-peaceful land of liyue to offer you its blessing.

they do not know that one certain party was most ardently unwilling to take the vow under one of the most sacred contracts of all.

they need not know that the marriage was a desperate attempt to shackle you to him and erase your individual worth as a goddess; to ensure you are remembered as rex lapis' beloved wife, the matriarch of liyue. they need not know, for just as no one questioned why the god of freedom was not invited into the banquet, no one questioned why a sheer veil covered the lower part of your unsmiling face, or the fact that countless shackles cor petrae accessories heavily rested against your neck and limbs.

what they do know is that this is your prison home ー he is your captor home and you will never belong anywhere else.

and perhaps given a few eons, you shall learn it too. worry not, your husband is a patient god. but you best remember that a god's patience, too, has its limits.

✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ) ┈

@abyssmal-skies ! @hamdehlesmis ! @sunnshineflxwer ! @queen-belial ! @silentmoths

@dustofthedailylife ! @marina-and-the-memes ! @mixed-kester ! @lordbugs ! @anonymousficreader

@irethepotato ! @sassy-cat-in-town ! @syrenkitsune ! @smokipoki ! @cakeboxie

@crystalflygeo ! @ciexuvia ! @illaasya ! @celestewritestoomuch ! @pams-comfortzone

@spidermanluvr444 ! @ourstrawberryclouds ! @ryuryuryuyurboat ! @hrts4hanniehae ! @fiannee

@frosts-intuition ! @florapocalypses ! @genshin-impacts-me ! @scarasmood ! @hellcatinnc

@beloved-brynn ! @malachitemischief101 ! @average-yandere-enjoyer

[toji-sweetheart]

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 | 𝐥. 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

synopsis: A wedding can bring a couple together, but it can also tear them apart, and it was high time you let Levi know how much you love him.

wc: 2.8k

tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + not beta read + a bit of an argument + champagne but no one is drunk or tipsy + blow job + bondage with his belt + ass slapping with belt + pet names + cock slut being used

Your fingers danced over Erwin’s arm giving it a light squeeze and a small laugh something about how he met your husband Levi who normally was never jealous.

Now the feeling was heavy like a rock in his gut as he watched from the other side of the ballroom holding the plastic cup of water in his hand as you barely dangled the flute in your hands before taking a sip and looking at the tall blonde man with ocean eyes. 

Somehow he found himself standing at the edge of the room watching you and Erwin dance around the floor holding hands, his free one on your waist pulling you closer only to dip you hearing you giggle.

“Something bothering you?” Hanji asked pushing their glasses up and looking at Levi who turned to look at them raising an eyebrow. 

“She’s dancing with shitty brows acting like he’s her husband instead of me,” 

“Oh,” Hanji murmured elbowing their friend while following gaze, sure enough, it looked like you and Erwin were long-lost lovers who finally found each other after years of being apart scared to let go of one another in fear you’d just disappear again from his life and in some way it was true. 

Erwin has always loved you long before Levi who ironically introduced you to him. “Want to dance with Petra? She’s your friend.” 

Levi shrugged his shoulders glancing at the orange-haired woman who smiled and waved at him hoping he would ask her, he looked back at Hanji and shook his head. 

“She is my friend, yes, but I don’t want to dance.” 

“Maybe that’s why she’s down there with him instead.” Hanji pointed out. 

Before he could open his mouth to say something they were already walking away to join Mobilt in on the dancing. “Stupid four-eyes,” Levi grumbled before downing his water and throwing away the cup walking over to you and Erwin who was twirling you in a circle away from him giving Levi the perfect chance to grab your hand pulling you into him. 

“Hi,” you panted softly cupping the back of his neck, the smell of the sweet champagne fanned over his face. 

“Looks like you’re both having a lot of fun,” Levi murmured staring daggers at Erwin who backed away in search of another glass of champagne and to get away from the heartbreak of watching Levi ghost his hand down to the small of your back pulling you closer to him. 

“We were yes, but there’s no reason to get jealous baby,” you murmured threading your fingers through his hair as he stared at you with an aloof look, his silver eyes intense as he fought the urge to say something to Erwin, instead he kept you close to him as he danced awkwardly around the floor replaying Hanji’s words over and over in his head. 

“Do you think I’m a good husband?” he blurted squeezing your hand fearing the worst answer possible. 

“What? Of course, I do Levi, you’re so caring, sweet, attentive, and smart and you know me like the back of your hand. You’re the shoulder I know I can always lean on, the person who always has my back no matter what even if I’m in the wrong. I can count on you for anything and everything, I mean we have fights and sometimes you do close yourself off but you’re still a trophy husband.” 

His heart softened as he felt his cheeks grow warm leaning in to kiss you deeply, “A trophy husband?” he asked noticing Erwin still stealing glances even as he talked to Mike and Hanji about something, his eyes lingering longer than what he liked. The feeling of jealousy was new and foreign, why should he care when you were the one to marry him and not Erwin who asked you not once but twice? 

“Yes, a trophy husband,” you leaned in whispering in his ear, “I hear the women in the neighborhood talk about you, or when we’re in the grocery store I can hear them whispering about how handsome you are and how cute your ass is.” He felt you grab both cheeks giving them a firm squeeze earning a small grunt from him. 

“And do not get me started on when you wear those button-up shirts with the sleeves rolled to your elbows,” you added with a mischievous smile. 

Levi rolled his eyes clicking his tongue. He’s used to your open display of affection and doesn’t mind usually, opening his mouth to say something Erwin walked up to you both holding another flute and looking at you with a warm soft smile as he gestured it to you, “Oh, I’m good thank you.” you told him keeping one arm still wrapped around Levi’s waist. 

“Ah, well looks like Mike gets another one,” Erwin chuckled, “could I steal another dance before I head home?” he asked hoping you’d say yes. 

You looked at Levi then at him, “I think we’re going to head out right now. It was nice seeing you again Erwin.” you patted his shoulder and walked off the dance floor with Levi behind you. 

“Aren’t we going to say goodbye?” he asked following you confused about the sudden change of pace, you shook your head laughing as you turned to look at him. 

“We’re not leaving just yet, there’s one thing I want to do before we go and Hanji told me it was okay, they’ll keep watch over everything and it was their idea.” 

Levi raised an eyebrow wondering what the hell you two were up to but knowing you and Hanji it was something probably far-fetched and crazy. 

You glanced around before walking into the lobby of the hotel to the elevator, using your free hand you dug in your purse producing a card to a room, and showed Levi who looked at it, and then you with furrowed eyebrows. 

“What are we doing?” he asked as you pulled him into the elevator pushing him against the wall as the doors closed, your lips found his kissing him so needy and desperate like it was the last one you’d share. Wrapping his arms around your waist he kissed you back before pulling away to look at you, his features softened while cupping your cheek. 

“We-well, I got a room for us. I’ve been staring at you all night and I couldn’t wait until we got home,” you whispered popping the first two buttons of his shirt before grabbing the lapels of his jacket. 

“You looked too busy staring at Erwin to even look at me,” he said not meaning for it to come out so nasty but the damage was already done, stepping back you gripped the card in your hand turning to face the doors. 

“A lot of things look good on you but jealousy doesn’t,” you replied before walking out towards the room with him following close behind you, the apology on the tip of his tongue but wasn’t sure how to word it. 

Unlocking the door you walked inside letting Levi shut the door before grabbing your wrist gently to stop you, “Listen I didn’t mean for that to come out so harsh.” you looked at his hand then at him furrowing your eyebrows. 

“Really? I know you like the back of my hand too. Our dancing doesn’t mean anything, he’s nothing but a friend.” 

You both stared at each other, his stubbornness coming to a head as he let you go taking his jacket off and laying it over the back of the chair neatly watching you sit on the bed kicking your shoes off rolling your eyes, “You might want to tell him that. Asking for one more dance before he goes home and supplying you with more to drink?” he asked voice thick with irritation. 

“You do know that my last name is Ackerman and not Smith? I was having fun and he wasn’t the only one I danced with. If I recall you told me you didn’t want to dance so why should I just stand around with my hands in my pockets watching everyone have fun?” 

It was his turn to roll his eyes sitting down in the chair facing you crossing one leg over the other folding his hands in his lap, any time you and he had some sort of argument he was hell-bent on fixing it because the passing thought of you leaving him never left the back of his mind but he never pushed especially when it was heated like now, usually, he waited until everything calmed down before figuring out a way to talk it out. 

“I never said you had to do that but are you that blind not to see the look in his eyes? Like you were something he could eat.” Levi mumbled. 

You stood up and set your purse on the table walking over to him grabbing the armrests bending down to look him dead in the eyes, “I’m not interested in him,” you told him moving your hands to his belt unbuckling it before pulling it off throwing it on the bed, “I only have eyes for you and while I admit jealousy can cause a lot of heartaches there’s something about seeing you so riled up makes me hot. I’m all yours and you’re mine, we made vows to stay together forever and I meant them.” 

Levi watched you sink to your knees tugging on his black slacks to palm his growing cock before pulling the band of his boxers down grasping the base softly looking up at him, “If you ever thought for even a second that I was thinking about someone else it’s not true.” you murmured peppering small kitten kisses to the tip watching his head loll back resting on the seat bringing one hand to the back of your head as you opened your mouth taking him in. 

“I know, I’m sorry I let my jealousy get the best of me.” he gasped when you deepthroated him fondling his sack softly bobbing your head up and down, watching you like this set a fire in his chest as you kept working up and down, judging from the way you didn’t care at how he was thrusting his hips up he knew the kind of mood you were in, with both hands on either side of your head he kept you still fucking your throat with harsh snaps of his hips. 

Gagging could be heard from outside the door as you drooled over his dick making it easier for him to slide in and out, his bottom lip was tugged between his teeth losing himself in the warmth of your throat, “Reminds me of our wedding night, you couldn’t keep my cock out of your mouth, could you? Or bounce yourself on it begging for me to cum in you.” he growled moving his hand to the back of your head now. 

You gripped his legs letting him take control hearing him moan so beautifully thinking of the night he was talking about, the truth of it had your pussy dripping and clenching around nothing at this point.

After saying goodbye to everyone you nor Levi could keep each other's hands off one another, fingers removing your clothes until bare skin whispered against bare skin as your legs wrapped around his waist and then later over his shoulder only for you to end up on top of him nails digging in shoulders. 

The moment you met Levi you knew that you were two were destined to end up together and seven years later here you were with him replaying the night you two were husband and wife, with one final snap he came shooting his load down your throat, “Don’t swallow.” he demanded as you pulled away keeping your mouth open showing him the creamy white essence coating your tongue. 

He slid two fingers in depressing the muscle before smearing it around pulling out wiping some on your lips groaning, “Good girl, now get on the bed face down and ass up.” 

You were quick to get off the carpet to hop on the bed getting into position as he stepped behind you resting his knees against the mattress and leaning over to grab his belt looping it as he trailed it over your back and then ass using his free hand to yank your dress up and panties down ripping the fabric making you gasp.

“I know you love me but the way shitty brows was looking at you made me want to jab in the eyes,” he said rearing his hand back and cracking the leather over your bare ass, his free fingers stroked your cunt circling your clit as he slapped you again. 

If it was any other night Levi would have you in his office or the bedroom bent over his desk or knees with your panties his palm striking your ass, the stinging sensation something you felt many times before mixing in with the hot pleasure that pumped through your blood which roared in your ears as you fisted the blanket looking out the window of the high rise hotel. 

A gasp escaped your parted lips when he slid two fingers inside you curling and stroking while keeping his thumb on your clit, dropping the belt he bent down kissing away the bites of his belt massaging the soft skin, “You know as much as I love cumming in that pretty mouth of yours I love watching it drip from your used cunt, don’t you?” he asked trailing his kisses up to your shoulder ghosting his free hand up to rest on the side of your neck barely resting his fingers on your throat. 

“I do! I do!” you whined grinding on his fingers that kept pumping in and out making your toes curl, Levi chuckled to himself watching your eyes roll to the back of your head on the verge of orgasm as pulled out he joined you on the bed helping you on your back to bury his face between your legs placing tender and sweet kisses on your pussy sliding his arms under and around your thighs pulling you closer. 

“You taste so fucking good I could stay here forever,” Levi moaned into your skin lapping at you softly at first sucking and flicking your clit with great care that you were sure a bright light was dancing behind your eyes as he kept it up as you grabbed two handfuls of his hair humping his face wildly arching your back and moaning his name loudly over and over, you were sure there was going to be complaints. 

He didn’t stop until your thighs were shaking from the orgasm he gave you that left your eyes watering as you panted heavily looking at him with wet eyelashes taking in his beautiful naked body, once what was hardened muscles have turned softer and to you sexier as you sat up grabbing his arms pulling him down on top of you engaging in heavy teeth clacking kiss feeling his cock slide against your swollen and soft cunt, finally he pressed in until he was buried to the hilt. 

“Can’t get enough of me, huh? Don’t worry sweetheart I can’t get enough of your sweet pussy either the way you pull me back in, my own personal fleshlight aren’t you?” 

Both of you let out a moan when he began a perfect pace of pulling out slowly only to snap his hips hard against you fucking you slow, rough, and deep while cradling your head with one hand, the other found purchase on your breast staring at you, noses pressed together, “My cute little cock slut.” he whispered kissing you roughly before fisting your hair only to pull out completely putting you back on your hands and knees wincing from the loss of him. 

“I hope I’m your favorite cock slut.” you giggled high of the toe-curling climaxes he gave you with just his tongue. 

“Of course, you are my dear. I love praising you for being such a good girl but the way your pussy is trying to milk me already, have I fucked you stupid yet?” he asked grabbing your shoulders and pulling your back flush against his chest as he held the back of your neck kissing the sides of it while thrusting in and out slowly. 

All you could do was slur unintelligible words as you held his arm whining and moaning something about how good only he could make you feel like this, his teeth nipped your skin as he grunted against your shoulder feeling his orgasm uncurl stilling his hips he came hard shooting thick ropes of cum in you panting. 

Several minutes later you found yourself between his legs in the bathtub in the warm water as he lathered his hands up to massage your shoulders, “You did amazing, you always do. You’re glowing.” he whispered kissing your cheek as you settled between against him sighing in content. 

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