#this too has been sitting in my drafts for a fat ass minute n only like 2 ppl know the contents of it SHKDHDIA
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Runaway Turned Thief, His First Horse, and its Consequences.
Cole's first horse after the razing of his hometown is a dark bay no-spot appaloosa mare. She's built for long distance riding, and bursts of extreme speed for outrunning trouble. While she can go quite aways, there is definitely a lack of stamina in maintaining a sprint in comparison to a fully committed race horse.
He steals her from two drug mulers who had been camping out in the wilderness. This is where he ends up with most of his supplies that he keeps with him 'til Deadlock, including a second revolver to go with his first, a analog hunting rifle that he uses extensively for hunting and self-sustenance, and dressing knives. (Before then, he had a bed roll that was on its way out, carried in a ragged pack, a multi-tool, a foldable knife, and a water bladder; one extra set of clothes. Having a horse allowed him to pack greater inventory, travel further, and carry more quality of life items such as a wire set to cook over fires, rope, etc. Etc. In the case of meeting @/quick-drawn, she also allowed him to pack game to bring back home.)
He is on the verge of becoming 12, having left the orphanages some months prior (having been inducted into the system at 11 and spending time being tossed around for about 6-8 months). The whole debacle is a bit of a shit show with him waiting for the dark of night, pressed flat to the ground on his stomach amidst the cover of large rock and sage bush rooting between the crevices. He is, at this point, learning to be a little more clever with his thefts, scoping out the individuals, the layout of the camp (but fails at this time to consider escape plans, terrain.)
Sky turns indigo, then a void of black fractured by the salt-scatter of stars. Fire's died out to embers and the men retire to their tents. Cole scrapes himself up to his feet, scurries down the path tied between hasty and careful and rifles through their supplies like a shambling animal that's wandered someplace it don't belong. He ransacks ammunitions, the aforementioned firearms, some cans of food and a flask engorged with gin, amongst an assortment of other things; gathers and piles them up in the saddle bags on the Appaloosa.
Men start rousing as he's on the tail end of packing - the one stirring with a need to take a piss - and the little heist becomes a smash-and-grab operation where he's cutting the reins with a knife and blasting down the mountainside as they start yelling and searching for their firearms.
Later on, when it's deemably safe and he's lost them, he rummages through her saddle bags and finds papers reading Honeysuckle and his face scrunches up sour. Amber-brown eyes dart up from crinkled black print to the dark pits of the horse's. "Y'don't seem like a Honeysuckle."
He doesn't know why, but the name Maria falls off his tongue much easier. Fits her features more, he thinks. (It is, absolutely, a lapse back into his religious roots. Finding the name like a prayer, which he utters in both thanks and apology. Most of all, the significance just falls down to lyrics of Plastic Jesus: Goin' 90 I ain't scary, 'cos I got the Virgin Mary assurin' me I won't go to hell.)
She's a playful mare, likes to 'sneak up' on him while he's turned away despite the very obvious noise of her shoes hitting the ground. Likes to nuzzle her head into his neck, or knock into his back, set his hat off-kilter. Loves hoofing at creek/river/brook water - though that's a learned habit when he decided to splash at her on a non-eventful, idyllic day at a lakeside shore. Steady girl - he'll call her lady, sometimes. There are days where he'll share a beer with her, too.
He is somewhere in the throes of 13 when he unfortunately re-crosses paths with his victims. It's serendipity on their end, an accidental run-in out in the wilderness near an ol' gutted hunting lodge. The owners recognize Honeysuckle and they sneak up on him like he'd done with them, except instead of running off with a horse and materials, they put a gun to him and have him flag up his hands. They don't know what to do with him (there's an additional man to the original duo) and they murmur amongst themselves in Spanish after beating him to the ground and tying him up; they converse like this thinking the boy can't understand.
There's not a lot going for them to toss him towards a lawman; not a lot of pretty coin for a petty thief, not in these days where the economy and infrastructure's been starved out to a post-war drought. One of them suggests killing him out back. There's nothing really stopping them, and they could re-collect their stolen goods and continue on their way. They'd lost money because of the kid's stunt, lost out on 50% of what they could mule with only 1 horse instead of two.
Third man finally says, Sell him. Some place beyond the border where English is just a rumored language spoken only on tv sets. Labor camps need more hands. Sold men are cheaper than the free ones. He gets his reckoning, we make-up our money and then some.
In English, they tell him that in ancient times the law would have his hands severed from the wrists for theft and they knot up the binds on his hands aggressively tight to prove the point.
And then they'd travelled South, days piling into days. The ribbed rope would gnaw the skin raw, chafing towards bone like it's trying to eat him alive, and the entire thing leaves his wrists risking sepsis and scars; bloody, mangled.
they're stopped by in some post-war abandoned location along the way to rest that's filled with rusty tools and broken beer bottles. Some sort of logging warehouse. Cole finds a shitty piece of glass on a countertop and palms it; clenches his hands around it even when it threatens to nip cuts and draw blood. The men get ready for bed. Cole starts sawing at rope fibers. One of the men check up on him while he's just about free - the binds snapping loose as he realizes something isn't quite right.
Cole doesn't know where the guns are; his hands are in too much pain to aim straight anyway. First man goes down with Cole tackling him right into exposed pipes, gritty sawblades. Commotion brings the other two out: one tries to grab him from behind, while the other moves to sling a punch to the gut. Cole kicks wildly, butts his head into the nose of the man who's got hands on him. He's dropped to the floor. His knees ache from impact but it's his wrists that are screaming and he chokes out a strangled noise of pain, blearily grabbing at a slaughtered beer bottle that he's landed right next to.
Man in front of him's had enough, is going for his gun when Cole launches up into him with the bottle in hand. The serated glass punctures cheek flesh, into an eye socket. Man screams. Cole reels the glass back and keeps jamming it back down - and his face is soaked by the gore of it. The screams stop coming, and there's a thick hand that gloves around his shoulder. By some blind, desperate instinct, his other hand has found the handle of the dead man's gun when he is swung around with a fist cracking into his jaw. The glass bottle crashes into the floor. A gunshot spears the air. A third body cripples to the floor, blood guttering from the stomach. He spits on them, staggering to his feet: hablo español, hijo de puta - ir a la mierda.
He shambles out from the building, doused in blood, brain matter, and tries to put on a brave face, but he starts breaking down and ends up mumbling in a sort of low-key hysterics to maria "im sorry, im sorry, im sorry" -- doesn't know what he's apologizing for, that he stole her, that he killed her previous owners, that he's alive. Between the adrenaline and everything crashing in all at once, it's the first time he's reduced to tears since the times before the war.
Exhausted, he falls asleep outside. Leaves the men as is and weakly cuts their horses free (too tired by it all, he doesn't think to search their pockets for money, to rifle through saddle bags before releasing their mounts.) It's a mistake, because the news will later search for the horse owners, talk about a bloody horror scene found in the stomach of a logging complex. But, until then, the next few days are of travel, trying to find a main road while his wrists are pounding hellfire.
He ends up stumbling into a gas station in the middle of bumfuck nowhere looking like road kill. The attendant is startled right out of his seat as Cole walks up to him and shoves forward a fistful of ruddy-colored bills.
His voice rattles like pennies in a rusted gutter; tinny, scraping. He croaks, "I got some money for a band-aid and some rubbin' alcohol."
Man thinks this kid's been in a motor vehicle collision, says, "Kid you're going to need a lot more than just a band-aid" as he unlatches the medical kit from the wall. He seats Cole down on a plastic foldable chair, patches him up free-of-charge to the best of his ability the way a gas station attendant can offer. Man adds in a pair of gloves to make sure the gauze don't shift around too much. Man asks questions.
Where's your parents? What happened?
Cole says war got them. That he got into an accident.
Man tries to have Cole clean up in the bathroom, says there's snacks waiting outside while he phones for the police. Cole washes up, peels off his clothes for the last set he's got, and pockets the medical supplies the man had been using. He walks off, leaving the bathroom -- just does not come back inside -- and hitches back onto Maria and starts to ride off before anyone can come.
He leaves a few crumpled dollar bills on the sink.
#Hc: youth#hc: head up in the clouds;;#Hc: history#this too has been sitting in my drafts for a fat ass minute n only like 2 ppl know the contents of it SHKDHDIA#Tldr; cole's first horse after the war's named maria and he grows up with her til deadlock#she is a long-range mare with good sprint but it's a sprint not meant to be maintained for too long#impish personality - playful - likes to sneak up behind him despite not being very sneaky#He stole her; the owners find him - it does not bode well#He has rope burn scars on his wrist that he hides with gloves for the majority of his youth#Just because they're so damn noticeable and he's not in the business of entertaining the nosey and concerned#These days he doesn't really care due to the fact that he's mottled all over -- forgets that they're there for the most part#The memory of all this is also very far away for him tbh - like he's basically forgotten abt it unless u say smthing that just Unlocks it#This is also the cause of a few lines w a thread w quick drawn:#(You stagger out of this matted in blood and flesh and feel like Death's fucked up little butcher and#you have never wanted it to rain more in your life.#God did not answer this prayer.)
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A/N: this been sitting in my drafts for so long oml writers block a bitch fr but this is part one of ts
Synopsis: step daddy Neteyam won't give you that dick somebody has too 🤭
Content warning: stepcest, vaginal sex, mentions of anal, Jake recording/taking pictures, step daddy Neteyam being dickhead 😔 (not really)
Jake knocks on the open door, leaning against the doorway "hey girlie, watcha doin' up here all alone? There's a whole party downstairs." He invites himself in, sitting down next to you on the bed as you're sprawled out on your stomach, your head in your arms. "I don't wanna talk to Neteyam. He's pissing me off." Jake rubs circles into your back comfortingly, causing you to arch into your bed and shift quickly to cover for yourself. "It's ok my girl. What happened?" You sit up next to him pressing your head into his chest and moving his arm over your shoulder. You peer up at him, questioning if he was the right person to tell. "Neteyam says I'm not ready to take him yet." You lean into him, basking in his tranquility "he says I can barely take 2 fingers so definitely cannot take him" you fall back on your bed pulling Jake down with you. "And you think you can?" He says as he looks over at you, putting your hand on his chest, resting his larger hand over yours. "Yeah." Jake pulls you onto his lap, his clothed erection pressing against your clad cunt "You want to prove it baby?" You look down at him seductively "How?" You circle your hips over his tauntingly, your warm cunt brushing against his bulge "I'm gonna fuck you myself...take some pictures for him." Jake slaps your ass playfully with one hand, the other working your garments off. "Pictures?" You quirk your eyebrow in confusion, sliding your bare cunt over the shaft of his cock Teasingly "For proof. Would you rather make a video instead?" Jake's hands dwarf your hips as he guides you to his tip, sinking you down on his dick slowly. You can only close your eyes in pleasure as you circle your hips over his. "whatever makes him more jealous." Jake smirks, a chuckle rumbling deep in his chest. "Anything for my baby" Jake says as he slowly bottoms out in your wet entrance, causing you to whine out at the full sensation. He runs his hand up your torso, stopping at your soft breasts. He doesn't touch them yet, taking a minute to admire them before running his thumb over your nipple teasingly, making you let out a small whimper. Jake slowly pulls out before thrusting back in steadily.
The soft plap of skin on skin fills the room as Jake continuously bottoms out inside of you. He shudders when you run your tongue over his collar bone before sucking down, leaving a mark in your wake. "You want everyone to see huh? Want everyone to know how dirty you are? All for me" You lick your lips, nodding sweetly "mhm" he picks up the pace of his uniform thrusts, his breath growing frantic as he nears his release "Oh fuckk, you take it so good for me girl" his thrusts growing sloppy as he growls lowly, slamming his hips into yours one last time before he spills his hot nut deep inside of you. "Holy shit" you huff, sucking in sharply when he pulls out, his fat, wet dick slapping his stomach "woops" Jake smirks "I didn't hit record" You hit his chest playfully "we gotta start over?" You say, circling your hips over his again. Jake grips your hips, smooching you on the cheek before flipping you onto your back "yes ma'am, we do" he pushes your legs further up to your chest, holding them up with one hand and setting up the camera with the other "are we ready?" You nod and without a second of hesitation he slides his hot dick back inside your cunt, digging his nose in the crook of your neck. Jake pulls back and slams his hips into yours, his tip kissing your cervix. He chuckles as you squirm from the overwhelming pleasure, biting back all of your whimpers and whines to keep your little taboo session hidden from the party downstairs "that boy has no idea what he's talking about" you look up at him hazily "what?" Jake kisses your cheek again "your daddy ain't got a clue what you can take" you look into the camera, your body jumping with every thrust. Jake licks from your collar bone to your cheek, inhaling deeply as your scent fills his nose. He smothers your cheek with a kiss and his eyes flick to the camera as he presses his cheek to yours, smirking deviously at the camera "say hi to daddy" he kisses your cheek again "hi daddy" jake chuckles and grabs the camera, holding it right above your sweet pussy, the squelching sounds picking up on the mic "look at this tight pussy 'ts squeazin around me so fuckin good" he swipes his calloused thumb over your clit, collecting your arousal on the pad of his thumb before repositioning the camera "You want me to fuck this tight little ass, mama? Is that what you want?" Jake slaps and grips at your ass playfully, a drunken smile plastered on his face. "No Jake please! M'not ready!" You grab his arm tight, a pleading look etched onto your features with Jake looking down at you playfully "Maybe next time baby" he grabs your ass again while kissing you feverishly. You lean into his lips, deepening the kiss as he fucks into you. Jake's thrusts get frantic, his dick twitching as you clench around him "fuckk baby girl, makin me feel so fuckin good" Jake lets out a whorish whimper as he cums inside of you again "tell daddy bye baby girl" he kisses you shortly before letting you speak. Your words come out slightly slurred "bye daddy" he cuts off the video, pulling out slowly. "Are you really gonna show him?" You ask as you look at him sweetly. He flops onto the bed next to you "of course I will. We went through all that work to make it baby" you slip your loincloth back on, his nut dribbling out of you. Jake kisses your forehead before getting dressed and ready to go back to the party downstairs
I need him so bad
Jake fr:
#jake sully#avatar#avatar 2#avatar 2009#avatar james cameron#avatar smut#jake sully smut#avatar jake#atwow smut#dilf jake sully#jake sully x reader smut#jake sully x reader#jake sully x you#gilf jake sully#atwow#tw stepcest
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I Would
The Mandalorian x PlusSize!Reader
Warnings: SMUT, Dry Humping, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Language, Fluff, Soft Couple
Word Count: 2.3k+
A/N: Thank you to @whiskeyslasso for requesting and being very, very patient with me ❤️ if anyone else would like to request or just talk/ask, my inbox and anons are open (multifandom!)
This could also be read as Part Two to Beautiful, as they are essentially the same characters/mindset
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“We’ll be okay.”
“You say that all the time.”
“Yeah, and here we are. Still.”
The Mandalorian sighs. “Okay,” he relents. “But if anything happens, anything at all, you—”
“Radio to you and have my blaster on me at all times.” You smile. “I got this, Din. But we do this every time, this isn’t my first time being left alone without a certain Mandalorian hovering over me.”
You walk to him and wrap your arm around his neck and let the other trail up his chestplate and to his shoulder; his arm wraps around your waist, resting at the base of your spine. You don’t want to hurt his feelings, but he can be overbearing at times, especially when you have the Child with you.
He sighs again, quieter this time, but nods and gives you a playful slap to your ass, making you giggle and smile up at him.
“I want this ass when I get back. Understand?”
Your heart skips a beat and you pout your lips. “Promise?”
He growls, making you giggle again and give a light kiss to the beskar. Before Din can reciprocate—in whichever way he feels like—you feel a tug at your pants leg. The both of you look down at the little goblin, staring back up at you with beaty round eyes and a grimace.
“I think he’s a little jealous.” You muse teasingly.
Din grunts in agreement. “Of course the womp rat is.”
You chuckle and bend down with a small groan—you really need to see about finding some comfortable padding for those cots—and pick the Child up and sit him by your side.
“Say ‘bye’.” You coo, waving his hand at Din playfully.
The Child babbles unintelligibly, but Din nods as if he understands him. “I won’t be long. Stay safe, cyar’ika.”
You nod and blow a kiss. “Be careful.”
“Always am.”
And it’s always hard watching him leave.
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By the time Din gets back, you’re sitting on the floor with the baby surrounded by various items and toys you bought from a market not too long ago. The Child attempts to sit up, but stumbles in his footing; your hands hover by him, waiting to catch him. He turns to you and gurgles, one green, grubby hand pointed towards you and the other towards the hull, where you can hear Din moving around.
“You’re so cute!” You exclaim in a mimic of a mother’s adoration. “Just the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen! My little guy!” The Child laughs.
Din freezes just as he steps over the last step, but before you can ask what’s wrong he stalks towards the mess and glances down. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah.” You smile. “Nothing new.”
He picks the Child up, giving his head a soft caress. It never fails to make your heart glow with a fierce fondness you’ve never felt before. “Did he eat?”
You hum in affirmation as you start to clean up the messy area. When you look back up, Din is already gone with the baby and you’re left alone, sighing and throwing the various items into their respectful boxes.
“Well,” you puff with your hands on your hips. “That’s do—”
Everything goes dark. Pitch black. You can barely see in front of you, even with the small patch of light drifting through the Crest’s glass.
“Din?” You call out.
Your body starts to tremble. The fear that someone or something has actually gotten on to the ship somehow floods through you like a freezing tidal wave, and you’re about to reach blindly for your weapon when a pair of bare, soft hands stop you.
“Stars!” You gasp, resting your hand over your racing heart. “You can’t scare me like that, Din.”
Nothing but your breathing. Then, “I don’t like it when you say that.” That’s a little to the right.
Your face scrunches in confusion and you tiptoe until you feel you’re directly in front of where his lovely, baritone voice came from. “Say what?”
“What you said to the kid. It makes me feel... good, and secure when I leave knowing he’s safe but... puts ideas in my head.”
You raise your head. “Well, I would do anything for that bugger so you don’t gotta worry about him.” Your eyebrows wiggle playfully, just for your amusement. “And that’s not such a bad thing.”
“I know.” He says quietly.
“C’mere.” You bring him into your arms.
The two of you stay in the hug for a few moments, just revealing in the warmth and the close proximity of each other. It’s—it’s amazing, holding him in your arms like this. With his job, with your lifestyle, it’s hard to find moments of peace like this; to be able to actually sit for a minute and isolate from the outside world, even if just for a second. Sometimes, there needs to be a reminder; you know that Din needs this more than you do.
“C’mon,” you gently pull away from only far enough to grab his hand and start to lead him—one arm stretched in front of you—blindly to your shared bunk. “You made a promise.”
It takes a few bumps and some inaudible curses, but when you finally feel that empty space and the scratchy fabric of the blanket under your fingertips you sigh in relief. It’s short lived with a welcoming tap of encouragement by the Mandalorian behind you and you immediately take the hint and crawl onto the springy, hard cot. You wait and shiver in anticipation as you lay on your back, legs already spread and pussy wet and wanting.
Din practically collapses on top of you with a small groan mixed with your oof as the weight of him settles on top of you.
“You’re heavy, old man.” You giggle nonetheless.
An offended noise erupts from his chest, his breath heavy on your cheek as he hovers over you. “Old man, huh? I don’t see you complaining about that when I’m balls deep inside you.”
The crudeness has you shuddering and your legs tightening around his hips. “Eh, you’re not that bad.”
His fingers ghosts over your ribs and before you can fully realize what he’s up to, it’s too late.
“DIN!”
He continues his attack on you, tickling your sides as you writhe and wither beneath him in heavy fits of laughter. His own, though softer than yours, joins yours and this—these moments are nothing but treasure to you; better than any quarry, any job, any credit, and you find in this precious time how much you truly appreciate and love him.
“A-alRIGHT alright stop I yield I yield!”
Din finally, finally stops and lets you pant as your body settles from it’s electric shock. His hands travel down the slope of your body, stopping at the soft fat of your thighs and gripping, pulling you impossibly closer; your hips clash, his half-hard erection grinding against your clothed pussy, making you moan quietly at the delicious friction.
His unruly curls brush against your forehead as he leans down to give you a kiss. You moan into it, opening your mouth and accepting his tongue with an less than equal match, but you’re more than happy to lose to this battle. Your hips move against his, picking up a steady rhythm as you feel him become harder. When his lips disconnect from yours, you whine and tug at his hair to bring him back; he growls and meets your desperate kiss with a bite to your lip.
“Take off your shirt.” He orders you.
You don’t hesitate to tear the flimsy fabric up and over your head and behind him. Your nipples perk under the cold draft that seems to always come naturally with the ship and a light tap to your hip indicates that you need to lift them. Once you’re out of your pants, you hear him start to work on his, all the while one of his hands cups your now bare cunt; he whistles softly at the pool of juices gaping from your entrance.
“Maker.” He whispers, almost in awe you think. “Already so fucking wet and I’ve barely touched you.”
His thumb circles around your clit, causing your hips to lightly buckle into his touch. “Just for you, daddy.”
Din groans and dips a finger into your pussy as reward. You moan at the slight stretch, his thumb unwavering in its tease.
“I don’t think I can wait, not this time mesh’la.” He gasps and you hear a slickness that’s both coming from your pussy and him as he thrusts his cock into his hand; at least, that’s what you’re assuming, given that you still can’t really see.
“I-it’s okay.” You whisper wantonly. “I’m ready. I just need you.”
You blink and next thing you know, you’re flipped onto your hands and knees, his hand pressing down on your neck. You take the hint and lay your head down on your pillow, clutching at whatever you can find to anchor you, thrusting your ass against his hips; the tip of his slippery head slides against your cheeks, earning you a hearty moan from the man above.
“Your ass is perfect cyar'ika.” He praises with a slap. You whimper and wiggle your legs, spreading them even further apart. “A needy little one, aren’t you?” Another slap, this time harder than the first.
“Y-yes daddy.” You whine.
“‘Course you are.” He seems to mumble to himself.
Before you can say something, anything at all, you hear a lewd squelch—that doesn’t come from your pussy this time—and his hand slides up your slick folds, an extra warmth and wetness coating your cunt and mixing with your juices. Your knuckles are probably pale white by now with how hard you’re clutching the blanket and you’re about to scream at him to do something to you before you implode by your own horniness; it’s been a while for you, too.
Without any warning, he thrusts into you with one, smooth motion. You cry out as he sinks into you until he can bottom out, holding himself deep within you as he attempts to calm down as you adjust.
“Move daddy.” You beg. “Please.”
Din moans, shuddering and already panting when he slowly pulls out until the tip is in and thrusts back inside with a hard snap of his hips that sends your body forwards; his heavy grip on your hips holds you steady. You mewl as he does it again, each thrust harder and harder until the slaps of skin against skin echoes throughout the cockpit. Your pussy envelopes him, welcomes him back into your slick and tight canal until he’s a moaning mess.
“Ma—oh Din.” He stops, taking a breath and shifting his hips. That gets him to hit that spot inside you. “Shit ri—Din that’s so good, keep going.”
“Yeah?” He grunts and scoots closer to you so that his thighs are pressed tightly against the back of yours. “Gonna cum, little girl? G-gonna—kriff.”
The coil in your lower stomach is already burning you. His thick, long and beautiful cock stretching you, hitting every spot inside you that either gets you closer to your impending orgasm or hits your cervix rather painfully, but it’s a welcome pain that the pleasure he’s giving you easily soothes.
“Y-you-r pussy is so fucking tight.” It sounds like he’s talking through gritted teeth. “So w-warm and tight. Clenching around me—”
You moan loudly and reach an arm behind you to grab on to his thigh, digging your nails into the hot skin as he stutters in his thrusts; you can feel him pulsing and twitching inside you, every vein and wrinkle scratching against your walls. You clench down on him as it starts to feel impossible to breathe, incomprehensible and nonsense babble escaping your lips like a dam broken and your legs shaking under the weight of your release. Your clit throbs without any attention, and you have to beg him,
“Please please daddy, touch me.”
“I—shit I am, princess.”
“No,” you whine, tears streaming down your cheeks as you struggle to find the words you’re looking for. It doesn’t help the intense and welcoming pressure building deep in your core, travelling through your pussy. “My—my clit, Din. Touch me, use me daddy.”
He stops deep inside you and leans over and down so that you feel his hair on your face again before he kisses you. They’re short, sloppy pecks, but satisfying. He pulls away and fits his hand underneath you, cupping your pussy—to the point where he can feel his slick dick push into you on the tips of his fingers—and circles your aching bundle of nerves with a rough thumb.
“I’m—” Your throat is closing up and your tummy coils with the boiling need that’s overwhelming in its nature and fuckfuckfuck everything is going white—
“That’s it. That’s it little girl, cum all over me.” He rasps.
You do. The pressure is blazing and your cunt holds no restraints against his weeping cock, desperate to find his own release. It feels too good, impossibly and otherworldly good, and your lower body follows the rest of yours as you finally fall. Din still thrusts inside you, faster and practically putting all his weight on your lower back as he holds you down.
“Shit—princess I’m cumming.” He growls, harshly and deafeningly.
“Yes. Yes.” You encourage with breathless whines. You do your best to move with him, and after a few more thrusts he abruptly pulls out and spills all over your ass, painting the pudgy red flesh with pearls as he whimpers and groans; the soft splats of his hand around his cock and his cum spilling onto you makes you twitch and your cunt clench painfully and tearfully around nothing.
Din falls down next to you, panting along with you. You stay on your stomach, too tired and fucked out to move, feeling his cum dribble down your ass cheeks; some even drips down to your wet, abused pussy.
He says your name. It’s quiet and calm, and your eyes droop as you mumble, “Yeah?”
“Think you have another in you?”
You grin. “Always, daddy.”
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Imagine:
Erik angry fucking you because of how close you are with T’Challa.
Okay so this was in my drafts but I finally got it finished!
Smutty...smutty...smutty.
Erik held onto his patience long enough.
The shit was getting fucking ridiculous.
While you were laying asleep next to him a text message from T’Challa came through on your phone. It’s not like that was the first time. Erik didn’t like how close you and his cousin became ever since he introduced you to him in Wakanda over the summer. That entire time away that was supposed to be a vacation ended up being you talking to T’Challa about Wakanda’s history and visiting places he recommended.
T’Challa said that this wakandan food truck sells the best food.
Maybe we should go hike the Wakandan jungle, babe. T’Challa said the jungle has some of the most beautiful flowers and animals.
Hey babe, I know you said you wanted to go eat breakfast on the beach but can I shadow Shuri in the lab? T’Challa said that there is exclusive technology being created.
T’Challa is a great king
Your cousin might just be my fave cousin, babe!
T’Challa said...
From there, whenever T’Challa would come to town, he would show up at dinners and he even sent Y/N a necklace with the Wakandan sunset within it for her birthday. It was like the galaxy swirling with colors of orange, purple, and pink.
And lately he’d been sending Y/N pictures of Wakanda and invitations to Outreach events. All of this like Erik wasn’t even in the picture.
It pissed him off something serious. The only motherfucker you’re supposed to be impressed with is HIM. It should be Erik is this, Erik is that.
“Y/N wake the FUCK up.”
He breathed heavily through his nose. It was time to put his damn foot down. The shit with T’Challa was an overstep. He had words for his ass too that shit wouldn’t be forgetful.
“Y/N, I said wake that ass up, girl.”
He was as loud as he could be. You were knocked the hell out. Erik looked down on you with a glare, jaw tightly clenched like it was wired shut, eyes watery pits of anger. You wanna boast about T’Challa? He was gonna teach you. Too bad you fell asleep, now you were about to wake up to some dick in your intestines. His dick was already hard as a bitch and it was 2 am, he always got some good pussy from you around 2 am.
Maybe he had to fuck some sense into you, maybe he had to bend that ass over and bang that thing until you screamed, until you moaned his name.
(Erik, Erik, oh, Erik, yes, baby, fuck, baby, mmm.)
He missed that shit.
Erik watched as you flipped onto your belly, the sheets slipping off to show him how fat that ass got from all that Wakandan food they were feeding you. Let’s not forget the fact that you cook all those damn recipes at home. That phat fucking ass. All thick and shit. That was Erik’s thick shit. You had some fucking nerve fucking with Daddy emotions like that.
Erik took his hand, bringing it down sharply, slapping your ass so fucking hard you almost leaped out of the bed. You squeal, hands reaching back to grab your ass cheeks but all Erik did was grab your wrists.
Y/N: E?!!!
You still had sleep in your eyes.
Y/N: *whimpers* E what the fuck baby?!!!!!
Erik: Why is T’Challa sending you messages to your phone?
Y/N: *blinks tiredly* I...what?
You were half sleep right now. You didn’t even know if this were a dream or not.
Erik: Girl stop acting like you ain’t hear what I said. Why the fuck is T’Challa messaging you?
You struggle, turning your head with a face full of messy hair and cold in your eyes. You notice the burning rage in your man. Somehow, your attention span clicked into place. Why was he so damn angry.
Y/N: Baby, what the fuck are you talking about? It’s just a damn text stop being so extra.
Erik looked as if you slapped him hard.
Erik: Just a text!? Oh...okay...*stares at you in silence* so you think this shit ain’t nothing?
Erik brings his hand back down on your ass, your body twisting. You were sensitive and now you were growing wet. This shit wasn’t fair.
Y/N: ERIK STOP WITH THIS SHIT!!!!
It was ridiculous. You were groggy and weak from sleep while he continued to question you and spank your ass if you didn’t answer his question or if you gave him a lot of attitude.
Erik: ANSWER. MY. FUCKING. QUESTION.
Y/N: how about you CHILL-THE-FUCK-OUT.
Shaking your head, you grab your pillow, slapping Erik across the face with it. He sat still from the impact but the side of his face closest to you was red. He takes his hand, rubbing that area with a smile, a controlled laugh escaping his mouth. That laugh...you knew what that laugh meant.
Y/N: Fuck is wrong with you. Waking me up over some dumb shit. T’Challa isn’t doing anything wrong! You were the one so happy to introduce me to your family and now you wanna act like this?!
You lift from the bed, titties and ass bouncing in tow with your angry stomps. In the master bathroom, just across from your shared bed with Erik, you flip didnt bother to turn on the light to pee but you should have because your entire ass falls in the toilet. A loud groan filled the entire room and Erik simply sits back against the cushioned head board, eyes on you.
Y/N: You got some nerve complaining about something, I should be complaining about this toilet seat!
You angrily wipe yourself, flushing the toilet and turning on the shower.
Erik: Y/N...we ain’t done this conversation, girl. I don’t like you being friendly with T’Challa. All that friendly shit is over with, you hear what I’m saying to you? Reflect that shit where it’s supposed to be.
Erik’s leg jerked angrily in bed, head shaking as he scrolls through you and T’Challas text thread. Even the name you put him under “Challa” with a black heart emoji bothered him.
Erik: giving this nigga hearts next to his name and shit. I’m telling you...better yet I’m tired of telling you I’m deleting his number and I’m fucking the shit out of you as soon as you step foot out that shower.
Y/N: Yeah, okay. *laughs* I’m going back to bed, nigga.
Erik: The fuck you just say to me?
Y/N: .....
You didn’t respond. You chose to ignore his ass while you scrubbed down with your home made scrub, paying close attention to your ass cheeks, almost rubbing it raw. Satisfied, you rinse off fully, turning the water off and pulling the glass door back. Erik was seated at the edge of the bed now, elbows resting on his knees and eyes looking up at you through his long lashes.
Y/N: you agitate me so much it don’t make no sense. *rolls eyes*
You rub your body down with cocoa butter that you got especially from Wakanda. They had the BEST body butters. Finished, body looking like melted chocolate, you walk into the bed room, ignoring Erik’s death glare. He stands, approaching you, standing behind you while you stood at your vanity in your naked glory. You rummage through to find a pair of boy shorts and one of those cropped t-shirts you liked to sleep in.
Erik: You see this, *points to his name tattooed on the side of your hip* and this, *chokes you slightly with the gold chain he gave you with his name on it around your neck* what that tell you?
Y/N: Please. Don’t even right now. *bumps him back with your ass*
Erik: I told you what it was Y/N when you left the shower. I’m not playing you getting too comfortable with him.
You were genuinely shocked by how bothered Erik was with this. You turn to face him fully, hands on your hips and a bewildered expression on your face.
Y/N: ERIK-
You were cut off with Erik’s hand around your neck, pressing your cakes into the vanity painfully. Grabbing hold of his wrist, you match his energy by taking your other hand to wrap around his neck. He smiles at you dangerously before pulling you further towards him. A smile reaches your lips as well. So he really thought you were gonna beg? Cry out his name for him to stop and get on your knees for him? Fuck all that.
Y/N: you choking me like I’m about to cry, babe *laughs* you know you fucking with a freak, right? Ima only want it more fuck wrong with you.
Erik: *glares* You acting out of order right now, forreal. You got a lot of mouth on you, ma. I like that shit though makes me wanna fuck that ass up.
Y/N: Get the fuck off of me. I’m not about to play with you. Ain’t no way some jealous nigga beating this pussy up. I don’t fuck jealous niggas, Erik.
That really pinched a nerve. He lets go of your neck, only for him to grab hold of your hair, trying to bring you to your knees in front of him. He really tried it, the minute his hands were in your hair you reach out and slap him across his face. It wasn’t because you were mad, you just wanted him to know you meant what you said. Ain’t no way your man was gonna fuck you over jealousy. Erik knew what it was. He knew from jump that you were his. He didn’t need to be concerned about T’Challa.
Erik: THE FUCK?!!! *picks you up and tosses you on the bed roughly* YOU HITTING A NIGGA NOW?!!
Y/N: CHILL OUT!!!! *kicks his hard chest* I MEANT WHAT I SAID YOU AINT FUCKING ME OVER SOME JEALOUS SHIT.
Erik grabs your upper arms, flipping you onto your back, your head was hanging over the edge of the bed. You knew exactly what this shit meant. Erik takes off his sweats, bare dick bobbing out and hitting you in your nose. He grabs your throat, leaning over you in a 69 position while smacking his dick across your lips. It was a weighted slap because his dick was so fat and long. It had to weigh like five pounds. His heavy sack was on your head from this positon and his dick smelled so good. It smelled like herbal oil. Your thighs began to rub together tightly, pussy so wet your lips were slippery.
Erik: Open up. You know you wanna suck my dick. While you at it open that fucking pussy up I wanna see all that wet shit.
Y/N: *opens wet folds*
Erik: FUCK. *shakes head* that wet pussy, baby. Guess who got that shit wet? Me. Fucking pussy all wet and twitching for this dick.
Y/N: You are FUCKING ridiculous.
Erik: *shoves dick in your mouth* what was that?
Y/N: *talking with a mumble*
Erik: Babygirl, didn’t Daddy teach you not to talk with a mouth full of dick? Finish your food first.
He starts to move in and out, his dick sinking all the way down your throat from this angle. Your hands reach out to push at his muscular thighs, the top or your head receiving a repeated torture of slaps from his heavy sack. Out of the blue, Erik starts slapping your vulva each time his dick went deep down your throat. You had to be swollen down there. Clit all stiff, lips all fat and puffy, juices flowing like honey from a honey comb.
Erik: This how i fuck that slut mouth. This ain’t nothing yet you know how I get. *grunts* you better swallow every fucking drop too. If you try to spit that shit out I’m holding your mouth closed. Disrespectful, Bitch.
Erik pulls out, pulling you up and to your knees on the bed. At this point your face was covered with spit and so was your neck. Erik takes a hold of your hair, putting his dick back in your mouth and fucking it like a pussy. He twisted his hips, slapped your tongue, rubbed his engorged tip against your plump lips.
Y/N: *sucks dick*
Erik: *smiles* Who ain’t fucking jealous dick?
Y/N: me.
Erik: You sure?
Y/N: yes *sucks more dick*
Erik: talk to this dick. Tell this dick all that.
Y/N: *strokes sloppy dick while looking at it* You can’t have my tight little pussy.
Erik: *makes his dick jump in your hand* ooooh, I don’t think he convinced, baby. That pussy though, she want all this dick.
A dangerous look made Y/N’s eyes darker. She knew she was wrong for this but oh well. This would be fun.
Y/N: *licks Erik’s dick* I don’t know, big dick Daddy, this pussy might want T’Challa instead of you.
The minute T’Challa’s name rolled off of your tongue, Erik had you by the throat, fucking your mouth hard. It was so much dick being forced in you had to squeeze your eyes shut and claw at his hard abs. Spit was flying, gagging sounds loud and your mouth struggling to stay open long enough to take him fully. You could feel him grow in your mouth with each angry thrust, the primal look in his eyes and the animalistic nature of his thrusts causing tears to stream down your face thickly. If he didn’t stop, you were going to vomit for sure. His fat head was practically punching your uvula like a round of boxing. His eyes were on you and damn, if only you could fully appreciate it without being fucked in the mouth so damn barbaric. He was sweaty, groaning, lips poking out, eyes closing and opening, tongue sitting in the corner of his mouth, and those gold slugs looking like canines.
Erik: Y/N...DONT fucking grab me...what I just say?!! Move your fucking hands, ma! Move...your...fucking...hands... *smacks hands away hard*
He started rolling his hips, his groomed pubic hair tickling your nose from how deep he was. He was about to cum and you were afraid because Erik could cum heavy. His shit could soak through the covers, even paint the wall like spilled milk.
Erik: ughhhhh *closes eyes* ugghhh, I’m cumming. Fuck... got me in here ready to cum, girl...fuck, that nasty mouth, baby.
His hands squeezed the side of your head, his dick moving like a tidal wave as his load shot out and filled your throat like he was serving you his own flavored milk shake. You began to guzzle that shit but the more you contracted your throat, the more cum flowed. This big dick, heavy cum bussing, motherfucker. You could clap yourself on the back for taking it all.
Erik: GOOD GORL *slaps face playfully*
Erik didn’t wait for you to regain composure before his mouth was on your nipples sucking and then letting go with a loud pop. Arching your back to his starving mouth you fall back against the bed. He was gonna eat your pussy, or so you hoped he would. On his knees he starts biting your thighs and slapping you pussy and ass. You love being spanked and he was spanking you so hard your skin was swollen. The moment his lips connected with your clit you were already shaking to cum. He focused all of his energy on your bundle of nerves because he wanted to make you cum hard and fast. He knew this pissed you off but the minute he sucked on that clit the way he did you buck your hips, lifting fully from the bed while crying out.
Y/N:BA-BYYYY *cries*
Erik starts up again. You fall back, head rolling from side to side. He had your legs all the way back while his lips and tongue did damage.
Y/N: ohmygodddd...bay-beeeee....
You cum again.
He was not letting up. He proved his point. Yes, he was Daddy and only he deserved that attention. He set you straight, all that other shit didn’t matter. He wants you to return that gift to T’Challa, yes, Daddy. He wants you to delete his number, yes, Daddy. He wants you to call him T’Challa instead of Challa, give him dry ass hugs, yes, Daddy
Y/N: Yes, Daddy.
Erik: That’s what I thought, *licks lips*
Erik gets on the bed, laying on his back and motioning for you to come to him. He must have been extra horny because whenever you acted bratty he would deprive you of an orgasm. Sitting on your mans dick, you feel his large hand grab hold of your waist while his other hand rubs his dick along your pussy, sinking inside. You press your hands against his chest, tooting that ass up so he could widen his thighs. Erik was about to pump that dick into your pussy. Your lower lip trembling, you claw his shoulders, his hands grabbing hold of your love handles while he uses the power of his hips to fuck up into you.
Head thrown back, you could feel your breasts, ass, and thighs jiggle from how hard he was fucking you. He would twist his hips from side to side like he was throwing that dick in a circle to reach every single wall and crevice and sweet spot inside of you. You look back at it in your vanity mirror, his thighs all sticky from your pussy, all that ass you have rocking back on him like you were riding a bull. His dick was so shiny and it made you reach back to grab his equally shiny balls.
Y/N: Daddy...you fucking me...you fucking me, Daddy, you fucking this pussy.
Erik: *chokes you with the chain around your neck* arch your fucking back for me.
You lean further into him, his arms around you now.
Erik: Let Daddy do all the work. You wanna play with Daddy...Daddy gonna play with you.
You could feel your tits smacking him in the face but so what his dick felt too good in your pussy. He called this punishment?
Y/N: This why I got that name tatted on me! I love this dick!!
You knew you were close, you just wanted him to keep going.
Erik: You good pussy bitch. *spreads ass cheeks* opening that tight puss up!!! *slaps ass* Fucking play with me again and I will fuck your little ass up every single time.
Y/N: oooooo, babe!
Erik: Shit, I can feel that pussy...let be feel that pussy...let me in that pussy...
You bite his shoulder, the constant banging making you clench him. The moment you cum on his dick, coating it in cream, was the minute you wanted his babies. Little brown babies running around because of tonight. You would open this pussy up for all of his dick, cum, tongue, lips, whatever!
Y/N: You’re my Daddy *bites lip*
Erik: I bet I am, *slaps both ass cheeks* this how I gotta do you, huh? I gotta give you this good dick to make you come to your senses?
Y/N: *nods head slowly* mhmm
Erik: I gotta fuck that pussy to remind you? You hear me talking to you?
Y/N: Yes, Daddy.
Erik: Turn around then and let me fuck that pussy some more. You better arch your back, you better give me all that good pussy.
You turn around, arching over his dick. The minute you got into positon, he fucks into you again, your eyes low and watery. No longer did you have 20/20 vision. He was deep in you.
Y/N: ohmygod...you’re really in there *bites lip*
Erik: FUCKKK.... *looks at ass mesmerizingly* Don’t you EVER play with me like that again. This shit is mines, bruh.
You throw it on him, bouncing in time with his strokes to match him. The more you showed him you could handle it the bigger the cum you will receive. Glistening bodies, loud moans of pleasure, nasty talk so heavy you had to look at him as if to say “this really my man?”
Erik: Damn, Usana (baby)...You always make my dick cum so much!!!! *moans* damn, you always do this to a nigga, having me making a big ass mess.
It didn’t take long for you to feel him growing thick inside of you. You look back at him while popping your pussy, working for all that cum to shoot into your pussy. Clenching you’re walls, you allow him to fuck you again, his sloppy strokes moving all around inside of you that you collapsed onto your knees. The fucking grew so intense that the minute you sank to your knees, Erik lifts up, moving you down with your ass pointed into the air, fucking you from the back. That arch was mean, he love fucking you this way. He didn’t even use your hips for leverage, he moved in and out of you with his hands to his sides. Only the power of his hips drilled you. The feeling was oh so sweet. You suck on your fingers, head resting on the bed while he finished up. This man was speaking Xhosa, that Wakandan dialect like ASMR.
Erik: Ndiyeke...(let me cum) *slaps ass* yimigodi....(you are mines).
Y/N could see the Wakandan sunset from her positon. It was that good she could see the beautiful country.
Y/N: come on, baby, that’s it...that’s it, daddy...yess, give me that dick, cum in me.
Your words pushes Erik over the edge. He had to grab hold of your ass to keep from falling off of the bed. His cum ran through you. You could feel that shit in your belly almost. Sighing, you clench him, pulling it all from him. Erik continues to fuck you, not wanting to break that connection. The more he stayed, the more cum would stay.
Erik: You Gotta let me go, ma *groans*
Y/N: Not yet, cum in me again.
This is why his ass was so bothered. You had him hooked. He’d never been this whipped before.
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Becuase I hate you the most ~ pt. 4
A/N: Finally decided to edit this draft. Bruh. But I’m finished it wit it and I hope so much that you like it. It’s not one of my proudest fics but I am trying here. All the loves <3
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You didn't think words could sting so much. That his absence would hurt and that his eyes could hold so much hatred towards you. You hated how your whole relationship, if you could call it that, changed so much in so little time.
But no. You could never have feelings or future with him. No, your father would disown you if you were ever even rumored to be dating a blood-traitor like George Weasley.
Though he didn't seem like a blood-traitor to you. He was kind and compassionate, funny and always keen on the jokes. So fierce when it came to protecting the ones he loves and so shy when it came to love.
You simpered to yourself, knowing how shy he was at the beginning when the two of you started your "thing" and how he was so braver after, kissing you in places he knew the two of you would be seen. And as much as you hated his try on getting the two of you exposed, you liked how dominant and determined he was in every kiss.
And it was now that you thought you heard his steps coming your way but as they approached, you knew they definitely did not belong to George Weasley.
" Ciao Bella." greeted his twin, smiling and wrapping an arm around your shoulder.
" Ciao idiot." you retorded back, pushing his arm from your shoulder and walking away from him.
However your quick pace was not even compared to his long steps, he slid in front of you, stopping by an inch, and giving you the famous Weasley grin. " You're avoiding."
" I wonder why?" you faked a daft look before throwing your bag on the other shoulder and crossing your arms over your chest. " What do you want?"
" Here's the thing." his grin spread wider, his body backing you against the wall while his hand, which rested on the wall behind you, kept the distance safe. " You're a Malfoy, I'm a Weasley and there has always been a rivalry between our family as well as the houses. You hated me, I hated you-bam boom- but now we have gotten to a point where I, Fred Weasley, has to, as always, drag your stubborn and determined arse back there to explain the Snuffles situation and then fix the miserable twin brother situation,"
"Snuffles?"
" The almighty father of yours, yes." he rolled his eyes, closing in the proximity between you two to which to your surprise started to make your heart race. Blushing, you couldn't decide if it was because of his handsome features or the fact that he had pissed you off by speaking of your father.
Yet you pretended not to care. " The only way you'll be able to drag my arse to him is when I'm dead. So good luck." you knocked his shoulder and started walking away from him.
" Yes, yes, I understand that." he kept walking after you. " But-"
"No! No buts." you cut him off.
"If you only list-"
"Fred no! I don't want to ever hear about him!" you finally snapped, glaring at him.
"Fred yes! Fred is the one responsible for his brother and Fred wants you to see the truth behind the hidden dirty lies." he spoke more seriously, his grin disappearing from his lips.
"Why are you talking in a third person?"
"That's not the point " he rolled his eyes. " The point is that if you don't come with me to see him, to try giving him a chance to explain the last fourteen years, you - and him- will feel and understand each other much better." he spoke as he put his hands on both of your shoulders.
" I never thought of you as the serious, caring type, Fred Weasley." you snorted and quirked an eyebrow
"Stop avoiding the subject." he sighed.
And it was his eyes, his kind and beautiful eyes that made you say what you said. To make the frustration inside of you finally break free. " Oh, wouldn't you just like to hear from your father after fourteen years of spending your life with a different family. Thinking about why you didn't belong! Knowing why you didn't resemble them at all! Thinking about why your father preferred your younger brother and not you. YES! Wouldn't you just love to see a father who has left you for fourteen years, two of those spent outside Azkaban with his Godson instead of his daughter? Why don't you just go spend time with your father who always put you in second place! A father who put the Potter family before his own! Always!" you shouted, blind to the tears that shed from your eyes.
Fred, shocked at first, watched you in empathy and his hands all of a sudden wrapped around your body and pulled you closer. You put your hands around him as well, gripping his robes and sobbing into them. As a twin, you have sworn to believe that he would smell like his brother but he didn't. He smelled after a different cheap cologne. Spicy and fresh, like mint, but sweet like honey. And it was that kind of smell that comforted you. It was the smell and touch to make you calm and vulnerable.
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A week had passed and you were on the verge of breaking down. Every single week was filled with exams and projects, essays, reports, party, ... you didn’t know how to start and to top it all off, there was a Yule Ball coming up.
But that was the last thing on your mind. Your little brother has once again, as always, pissed you off.
So, wherever you were now storming off was better than anywhere near that castle. When the tears started gathering and your throat started to squeeze, you plopped down on your ass and leaned against the tree. Hugging your knees, you let your head fall on your arms and you sobbed.
All the stress and the anxiety that has been bugging you for so many months now expressed through your tears and sobs. The worst part was that as much as you hated to admit, you wanted George by your side. You needed him by your side because he was the person who could always cheer you up in this situation.
But your thoughts about your problems were soon interrupted by something cold and wet touching your arm. You quickly looked up and were faced with a pair of familiar grey eyes. His fur was long and curly, in a dark black color while his quite big snout kept forcing itself under your hand.
You shot him a puzzled look at first, wondering about the boned looking dog who continued to force his snout under your hand until he finally succeeded and let your hand travel to the top of his head.
Simpering, you scratched his head and brushed your thumb against his big ear. “ You really know your timing, mate."
He whined and moved forward with his body, letting his head fall on your lap.
“ You’re adorable.” you smiled, letting your fingers travel down his fur, feeling his ribs on the sides. “ A stray? “ you mumbled to yourself and he let out another whine. “ Well, don’t worry because I am a sucker for dogs and will get you fat immediately.” you cupped his face and kissed his forehead.
He shot his head up immediately, staring at you with his bright blue eyes. Almost as he was expressing surprise. Almost as he wanted to say something but couldn’t.
You gave him a suspicious look because as much as you stared at those eyes and as much as they reminded you of him... it couldn’t be true.
You denied that feeling. Always. You denied it because you didn’t want it to be true. He gave you warmth and safety. It was what you felt every time you came and visited him since that day.
He was a stray. A stray with no family and no owner.
It’s what you kept telling yourself. Every single day when you visited him when deep down you knew the truth. You just kept denying it.
So as months passed by and another day followed, you plopped down on your ass and waited for him to come.
Yet he didn't. You waited and continued to sit on the cold grass. It felt like hours have passed when only 15 minutes did. Twenty minutes, 30 minutes...
You grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder. " Guess today someone is busy." you grumbled under your breath and pulled out a bag of food, placing it next to a tree.
" Guess I am." a voice came from behind and you froze where you stood.
Like your heart has stopped and the whole world started to spin, you continued to stand there, frozen, with your eyes spread wide and staring at the Hogwarts castle.
" I kept thinking the ways to approach you. Guess it's too soon." he chuckled slightly, scratching the back of his neck.
" What are you doing here." you tried to speak but it came out as a weak, broken voice.
And as much as you didn't see it, it broke him. It broke him to know how much you really hated him. How much you were afraid of being alone with him...He didn't want this. He didn't want you to be left with the Malfoys or his mother or growing up to know your biological father was a criminal. He was far from that and he resented Remus for not taking you in as a godfather duty.
" I just want to talk, Layla." he spoke softly.
You sharply turned around, glaring at him through your fallen tears. " My name is (y/n), not Layla!"
" (y/n). Okay then." he spoke calmly, slightly lifting his hands. " Can we talk?"
"No! We cannot!" you snapped immediately. " YOU ABANDONED ME! FOR FOURTEEN YEARS!" you shouted at him, tears streaming down your eyes. " I WAS THREE! THREE!" you continued to bawl. " AND ODD HOW I CAN REMEMBER EVERY SINGLE MOMENT SPENT WITH YOU! 'Princess, you called me.' " you spoke quietly now. " Layla, you named me but Layla is not here." you continued. " The day you left me, left your whole life behind, was the day you decided to give me a new life. A life as a Malfoy."
" I didn't abandon you. I-I."
" You chose them. You chose them every time. Even when you got out you went after Harry first."
" You really think I would do that." he spoke surprised and your eyes met his. " You were the first thought when I woke up in the morning and the last when I fell asleep." he said and took a step closer. " You were the person who made me sane in that prison. You were the happiness I clung to when I thought I'd lost it all." he smiled and took another step to you. " I made a mistake, going after Peter the way I did. I wasn't thinking straight. I wasn't thinking at all but when James died I was ought to feel lost and angry. But I wasn't ought to not think of you."
He was now so close to you that his hand could touch your chin and brush the tears from your cheeks.
" I did see you. Before Harry. " he sighed and you felt your heart somehow lighter for tons. "I saw you walking down the corridor with your friends, laughing and teasing Draco...you were so happy...so grown up." this time a tear escaped his eye. " So obliviated by the fact of who I was to you...and I was afraid you would be scared if I came to you because you thought of me as a murderer. And after the holidays you came back different and I knew that you found out. Every time somebody mentioned Sirius Black, you flinched yet pretended to be fine." he paused for a moment before speaking again. " I couldn't do it. I couldn't face the hate you felt for me every single day since you found out. "
" I didn't hate you back then." you cut him off. " I hoped that you would come to me and tell me that you didn't kill that wizard. That you have an explanation for all of this...but you didn't. And I waited for you for a year and stopped after I realized you just didn't want to see me."
"But I did!" he took a hold of your hands and pulled you closer, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. " I did, Princess. I wanted to." he pulled you into a hug, squeezing you so tightly as he decided never to let go of you. " I love you so much. My life is nothing without you in it and Harry may be my godson but you will always be mine." he pulled away and cupped your cheeks. " You gave me three the most amazing years of my life. Even when you told me you hated me I found it a blessing just to see your eyes, your hair..a Slytherin-wow." tears streamed down his cheeks as well on yours. " So bloody proud of you." he sobbed, smiling before he pulled away and cupped your cheeks once again. " And I'm sorry. I am so so sorry for what I put you through."
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it's time - hot nojomi (google translated hot nozomi)
i reccomend editing a read more in this if you plan to show it cause it’s long Maki pull the car into the McDonald’s car park, immediately stop by car, walk in the back pocket. That is, Dakitsuke is his backpack physically and ready to start building emotionally. It was one more, if Moshizomi is still working here? Nozomi is no way to forget about her ridiculous behavior. She said that probably all the people who are there (in other words, all people in that area, that he is wet during the business knew that there is a duty nugget bag muddy it is not a suspect.) Sitting of the blonde in the front seat, His eyes are blinded. “Look, I have a paper you need the paper, we can not afford to have Internet less today. This is the only place to be. If you want to keep the average state when you put your ass in the restaurant, It’s advisable to buy a dumb nugget. That is not correct. In particular, Maki is because drunk coffee is long as he wants. Maki no caffeine late in the evening of his system was like a silent storm shut up time. When he left without it, he became more frustrated. Sometimes Eli swore to see the thunder and rain collide with vibrant purple iris Maki. "It’s all right,” Eli lay with her, you have to remove the seat belt. “However, if you’re Moshizomi? When will he remember me as a little girl who lost nugget in the last week? I can not face him again, Maki, maybe I can die. Whether he died of charm and shy monkey, blonde had something to feel and did not care. "This is the pride and quality. In any event, this is” Maki for opening the doorman, squeezing into a few big bills in the hands of the collar. “You can buy things. I can work with a cup of coffee.” Ie strong on money, we look at Hurricane Maki at the door. He’s poor served him at the desk, I feel a bit guilty of late-night employees. He broke the sigh to make me the right decision for your lesson, I decided to keep the inner smokers behind. If Yaen was there, there was a monkey. Indeed, Eli hurts him, could another homosexual crisis have been reality, he is an apartment Internet is down, he has to keep her numbers there. He drank a short breath, down gliding her glasses and hat reading before you get to the car door, silently silent and Nozomi may not recognize him. McDonald’s Roh leaves late in the evening of the second knife surprising number of passive off, Eli late by Maki mot treatment wo transfer to the moth is not the old city thanks to two grown by hand. He walked to the desk Shoulder is a backpack, the employee waits in vain to drive the transition from the window to the desk. Mali, finally in the store, look at the eyes of her eyes, carefully disguise, eye-catching. He stood for a moment, starting to tap his foot. That is, before the well-known black-haired girl is transferred to the counter, nervous bumps in my throat, I was both surprised and Maki. “Forgive me, help ah ah how. It’s up to you two” Nico vale smile, immediately falls to look at him and Maki. “This is what you do about the night at work?” Maki asks a little funny in his voice. “Do you think it’s much better than it seems.” “The only annoying thing about this work is that I need to configure the client like you. I do not have to pay for your education.” Nico is leading in her eyes by pressing the button until it. “Among other things, all are beautiful. We have fun. You have a maximum of nugget to throw the race of the century. "Surprisingly, I have no doubt” was Maki’s the answer. It is encouraging to comment Nico soon. “I hope you do not make coffee.” “I’m sorry Maki-chan, you only get Nii Nico” Nico grin. “Do not worry about Eli, forget the anger you, Maki, to fix things.” That is, he gives a sense of excitement Nico scanning a part of the back, where you can see From the hair of this purple color, it seems that before Nico finishes. He is seen as a collection of moans and the city. That the maximum, it has to be in the aspect of existence although not hasty to the captain of the hands of the reception of the yellow-cho for Nico. It’s a universal type of application, on the other side. “My Macchi coffee, probably for me is what’s needed for you. Me:” I can not, I can not wait. Might says. After that, the laughter said, participants in the city do not hit them, they will go in order to prepare maiden, virgin, and blonde, and raven the project. At the time of the clock tower, and to accommodate the little things that come to himself, he will look at the menu. From the sound of sighs coffee maker Nico was filled with anguish. “You, Nozomi is not? All leaving the altar before?” Nico, it was the border line. Eli, I totally remember yellow horse, and the light of his name. Cry from behind, and respond to Nico. “You may may Yoshiko.” Your coffee at your favorite is - if you try, please let me know. “ Cover the muscles and shaking the hot liquid of the opening Macchi to receive a quick draft aufsichtig project. "He’s going to try the perfect surveillance. Thank you,” Macchi was told. Nico smile “You are, but I thought you did, yet you do not listen like that!” To send Nico, and the call to the hope of the coffee machine. “Nozomi TAT, who has been this is what prepares MOB If it does not, or can it be done?” If the void is so simple Eli replied continued to be surprised: “What SEC”, it is a tall and thin body. Give the green clock tower, her spirit that works, and pink lips, the Senate, high eyepiece of the opinion of refined fat, smiled, in that, my love, many ways and press to search for them. He is like a representation of his son who is positive that he had come to expect so much of them, in some of the words before the eyes of these bulls, there is an urgent need, looking up, come with, I talked to Eli. “Evening Mass,” or she did not laugh and please check if there is Eli, be told not to be aware of these Nozomi. Before that moment, for all silent grace, he was told. E- night. “They, Nozomi, yes, it is desperately mental disorder is confirmed that is what she believes. Eli pupil of his malice in green tone found unjust. How, too, girls, that there is a need not any of them important, are you a very attractive? Problem gay can succeed him as king. Must be held in the text until the end of the city car and that she must stay until you enter the Macchi. , Tired of the things of the nugget in which he himself is a concern, which has made many are not well, and yet, there is, on the one hand, does not exist in the completely what is (drive in the Same situation as last week as long as, if you are at this time, bless your god, the world is still a floor in the tile.) In your, better, next to that is a part of it very expect , To the coffee in the work of his hands, holding the companion, please refer to the way the love fled. "What would you do?” He asked Nozomi to return to his attention. He is pushed to get the inspiration to drink a pure draft is difficult, from the eyes, and look, I swear I want to know weitmütig, and. Not suitable for the worst consideration. And he will not be able to bear it. If the girl was flirting with her? Because it is you do not know these things, you have crazy for her? Is it the loss of all people who do not make it indifferent? Cara felt hot, and striking confusion of Eli’s obvious. “10. Ten nuggets like him.” He said the disaster. And I knew it. You know all that. Shop this thing Eli He’s all about knowing each person, it’s hot chicken nuggets. It is “You are singing this song by virtue of the presence cohonestari saw after, the voice of this girl will purple.” You dine tonight? “ He does not notice the big branch of my three laoreet in hand. If the price of dozens of you are a people of your own efforts, you know Why not give up? Maybe you betray her and pride on a very thin line, she deserves to do this dish. High resolution. With smoothies. "Yes, I did.” Eli said in a clear and strong voice. “Excellent, since chocolate jitter”. “Chocolate-is not this? I thought you were more of Strawberry Style Gal.” Nozomi made a funny smile and right forks. “Actually, you’re right, make the strawberry, the maximum size is possible.” Eli excuses part internally chocolate inside, but is to impress the girl. As they do, considering a smoothie strawberry is still a mystery to her. With the girl with her purple hair laugh and Elie felt her knee began to fall. What a nice sound. “Is he here or going?” He asked, looking at Ele with a warm smile. Shit. The smile was too good for this world. Eli was grateful to be alive. “To do this, but put it in the sack.” Eli said, do not do wrong to throw food and miss what was last week. “Good idea.” Nozomi shines and gives Eli a reasonable look. “Are not you happy that you do not have a pool in a store?” Eli blushed and looked away and Nico commented on the back of the coffee machine. “What the hell is not even Nozomi’s punishment.” Eli’s eyes broadened Nozomi’s laugh. “It’s nice Nicocchi. It makes no sense.” Dial Nozomi Eli just for her and the blonde hanging quietly on one of her counts. With the girl with her purple hair send quickly to the changes and gives her another smile. “I do not need to go back to know that we are mcnuggier now. So you will always wait for maybe five minutes?” He asked, emphasizing the word mcnuggies. “This simply means you get a new hot kycklingnuggor lot.” Eli can feel a sense of déjà vu, shaking his head and laughing nervously. “N-not at all.” It confirms. With the girl with her purple hair to go to the ice cream, put the cup in her hand and prepare Eli smoothie. While Nozomi does, again control Niko Makas, set on a plate and leave it gently for her. Thank you Maki and his request on the table for two, while Nico, leaning on the counter, sees curious Eli. Eli is not careful when he looks at some of Nozomi’s milk knocked down, giving the blonde blinking eyebrows quickly before going to the kycklingnuggarna bottom. Eli closes her eyes and quietly thanks more to the whole world alive and at the same time that this formosa, purple hairdo. Nico wince. “Iisus Christ, Eli.” She said and Eli looks surprised. “What?” He asks, and grabs his smoothie Niko pulls helpless watches into a straw for a disk. “Whoever is ten miles can say how are you gay now.” The red-eyed girl responds. “At least Maki thin, but is it true? It is Gayer of a double rainbow at the parade of pride.” “Shut up! I’m not there!” Eli lift, put a straw into his milk shake and drink a sip. You forget to have changed the order of the strawberries and utter through the nose and can not establish visual contact with Nico when it hurts. “You know, it was alone.” Nico said Eli and follows almost a rumble in his mouth on the counter and Nico. Almost. You swallow a mouth smoothly and Nico shines with his back eye cheeks. “W-why?” The blond asked, frowning. It’s not like Nozomi is IL “As soon as the man I know that Gayer where fuck monsteret behind.” Finger Niko Dzhabs behind her and is directed against Eli’s purple hair girls now talking to a customer on the helmet. Blondan tomb near his smoothie in a revelation, and she looks like Niko. Daughter Ravenshåriga can read her books, and know exactly what Eli wants her to do. Shakes his head and ejected the disk and immediately respond to the question in good condition. “No”. She answers. "You can get together gay, you’re not.“ "Please!” Almost begging me to see Nico puppy eyes. “I can not do it alone! You know, I saw the beginning of the semester LGBTQIA mixer!» I tried cleaning very difficult not to laugh out loud. Ironically Nozomi mixer he was cast, but I could not even make it through the door, the girls drunk from flirted with her. When Nico remember correctly, that what Chiduko Sakamaki and oppose Nozomi in "Tittied big lesbian” on the campus. The girl eventually gets confused so I had no other choice but to save the party, not a mixture of alcohol attractive female blonde handle at one time. I cleaned shakes his head and remained in its preliminary determination. “Absolutely not.” They state that decided me, and welcome the moment because of sharp blue rope generate neural welding. “Help me and travel for free for the rest of the semester.» Market me. The proposal is tempting, but I cleaned know if it will help me to listen to their best friends and very active sex life. If, however great, is not exactly what you want to hear when you cleaned fought to keep the scores to me to help her. She shakes her head again. "He has to get over that gun.» Nico responds and is returned when the fryer ticking loudly. "After Ayase, let’s worth.” Eli wrackt brain for ideas and to be a lightning bolt directly from the storm, me and smiled and ordered. “Okay, that provides classes and date with Mackey.” Dark-haired girl looks surprised proposal. Eli Schmunzt, mentally patting his back. The date will not be difficult, considering the fact that Mackey is marked little is clear and little girl (I remember the first time I cleaned walked in and asked how much Maki would return soon Nico geek.) had things worked Nozomi, maybe I can be a double date. The idea is to butterflies in my presence and offerings nods her head cleared, much more than the original. “It’s great. But because I have a surprise and I love you, and sweet Maki. Niko» is a little touch of pink on her cheeks, but a smile is there. Eli rather than celebrate the urge to throw her arms around Nico and thank her again and again. best friend. If it works for them, and I want to thank cleared with the best desserts can be purchased. Niko look around before leaning forward again to show me the same thing. "Listen, Nozomi need to clean up the game in half an hour. It should not take more than fifteen minutes. It will be some flirting plug out probably. Do not go with you. There are cameras, the fall is likely to miss Nozomi their jobs and now can not afford If you go through the store and playful flirting facing a penalty kick in the ass for you. ” Eli nods instructions and go to the spiritual. We did not doubt that Nozomi loses her job, and I do not think I can do more than brush a hand over, without ceasing to exist. The only problem was only with the help of cleaning. “Okay, great design. One problem.» Know yourself to me. "I could not flirt my wet paper bag.” We cleaned laughs and shrugs. “Believe me, you do not.» Nico smiled as she knows exactly what will happen before they go for food, he grabbed me and took them carefully. "Do you want some gravy?” Ask him before I cleaned appeal the case. Eli blinked as he remembered the most important thing he forgot the last time. “Yes! Yes, please ranch,” he says. “I forgot the last time I was busy with matters of this by the fact that the last time my order I can not even think about” Eli suddenly stops talking when Nico sneakers. Why not just run one of his best friends, as did Ali Mkdonld My own nap? If not been tonight, she is boikottere McDonald’s the rest of her life. (She moved out of the country, at least until no one knows about the nugget event, it will be her little secret.) Nico moves to make sugar with them. “Nozomi! We need more ranches!” She is in a bad state. “I understand!” Respond. Opposing to leave Eligno, she has headphones in words, with her microphone underneath, she can do, and in the voice of Chipper. “Can I help you? Welcome to McDonald’s?” She told the smoker to provide customer service on the other side of the microphone moving from the disc to the window. Rare returns to the front Eli curse, smile on the box of the ranch and her face in her hands. She puts the bottom box, takes it out of the box and holds a piece, but she puts it in a paper bag until it rolls smoothly for Ellie. She holds a wider smile, waiting for him to have her blond hair before her devil gaze strike. After having met “last week”, love is “Eli heart runs fast, her hand bags are harsh, she changed happy reflection. "Y - Yes, thank you.” She answers. Frityrger is next off Nozomi left counters and Ellie. Eli sugar and she adjusts her back before sitting in Maki and going to the table. She sat on the other side put food down, and took out the cable with my laptop computer. Knowing that she is close to the lifespan of the 0 battery of the laptop, plug it, it should connect when she sneaks out rare flirt. When she suddenly melts into her own chicken, she can see the curious interest in reading the screen of her computer. She is surely not only to Nico, but to provide a little distraction, this was, especially since not paying special attention to Erie. Pull the nugget and fried potatoes, Erie, weave the bag, easy to use for employees. She covered one of the hot kyllingnuggene to the soup before pushing the goodness of the oil under the neck, opened up to the ranc deep and went to work. She keeps her eyes on time when she gets hurt her report vague eating dinner at her very late. Otherwise, Eli is very concerned about production in this restaurant she is, this thesis is good to write himself substantially. Individual door opens, rare output toward the entrance of the area’s location. The headset is off and she whistle as she sits on BOEN Eri and Maki and settles through the door of the passing rock cabinet. Nozomi pulled one of his belts to unlock the door and take out all the shopping carts of the cleaning products Eli is eagerly seeing. She sleeps quickly, moves through the glass door leading to the playground and offers her rengjøringsmateriellene. She is starting to go to work with a purple hard woman staring at the door key behind her. It takes this time for his time to prepare the blonde. All she needs is a great opportunity to use this, but she has the best temptation skills that she wants to prepare. She takes hold of her Shu shu from her wrist, takes her and gently ties her head to her signature ponytail. She carefully enters the table next to the computer and brings down his glasses. She confirms the phone, but she sees the pocket, to see in time, notice only a few minutes to go through. Maki was seen through Eyebrow and her to Erie who did not notify. Blonde receives her milk shake nerve donation, Maki says. “Are you OK?” She asks for coffee picking her. “I like it!” Eli suddenly admitted, soaked in seasoned with another chunk. “Just for nothing … There is nothing, I will return to the paper.” She instinctively pushes her mouth quickly and swallows without thinking anything else. Maki is still worried about the determination of tension in other parts of her Erie Store, so the focus on Maki. “I am gunna in the bath.” She decided to see them as they existed He says he was next to the place to play. Maki shock, is not in question. Increase the volume of music and get your coffee before you continue your work. Eli comes out of his place, smoothed his brilliant attraction for his clothes, nothing said that the poor students are more than wearing the same pair of jeans on the fifth consecutive day, an old sweater to go to forgot buried in the chest And even after the shoes are worn by moving there for months. He resisted the temptation to provoke, and this seems to be very grateful to you, do not make interesting clothes for her With a small “self-motivation, he made his way on the street bathroom. Draw the hidden space stand and decides to live near one, I hope it does not sound too silly to approach Nojomi (joke, It seems ridiculous.) Your phone from his pocket is tested and then reminded of fast rotation to move fast In various applications (again lady luck and this time around TBBS Friski Bitjh O eat!) Before he knows, he tries to put the cleaning Nojomi rear entrance of the machine That’s it. He arrived at the scene by chance, but he goes around the table for his time to shine in a hurry, as he grew from their native land and children’s Nojomi region. Although Nojomi is seen after making a funny story (which is already quite a thing to add to the list?) This turns to ask for false because he hears to unlock the door and sees the car holder Nojhomi Nojomi is spacious to Bring to his head and gave a small smile "If it is not Makngij hot.” He got a Elie rosso, “Hot Macoggij;” Repeated Nojomi and laugh, go to the wardrobe to open “Yes. That’s my name for you. "He said, an open wardrobe to remove the car” if you like tall, blonde and beautiful? “ Eli follows this with a quote from one of McDonald’s half crew safe "Maknogj,” said one that will not let you feel much more comfortable ads Nojhmi McDonald Street. But it was such a positive sound. Eli is really big, blonde, and they have said pretty pretty beautiful erotic letter was to remind him that the girl is very beautiful. In addition, he said hot Nojhomi Maknojij heard good things, is not it? Eli has not decided to stop thinking. She is the daughter of the mission, you can not only give him this opportunity. “Is it because you do not know my real name?” Eli is trying to get the upper hand in the negotiations, and try to get more playful “Maybe ~” purple hair, so even the girl smile replied: “Or maybe it is when you see me on the face always ordered his chopsticks” “Hello, this is only twice.” Against Eli, the interaction between them, tend to feel less embarrassment becomes easy. “So far ~? Does it mean I can see you again? "Nojhomi travel which is very good and may still feel Eli’s hot cheeks. ”-I could.“ Eli has made his throat clear, tried to improve. "I mean, maybe sometime in the future.” Eli Nojomi laugh and smile more. It’s a really nice sound already seen very deep white face Nojomi at the penalty penalty to Eli, giving him a small smile “I’m just one side, can I help you?” He asked in agony. Eli prevents it was not fully thought, is it? “Hmm,” says Rukati because Nojhomi Lear also begins to feel the appearance of your lips a little “self-awareness and reflection on Nojomi. "Macogj,” Nojhomi begins production, is smoother, while taking on the face. “What were they going to the toilet to wash his face farm?” Eli’s first reaction can stop your girl’s finger with purple hair a small farm on the corner of Eli’s lips, Eli looks. Embarrassing that the blonde does not seem to do anything Ashley. We might hope they stick their fingers and carefully considered their mouths song Eli finger satisfied. He Greek with your cat blinked laugh with your finger and pull it from the beginning. He or she is not able to McDonald’s customers. As much as to the conscience, of the observance of their moral qualities were not in conformity with the claim to the Greek by his intimacy with him, he took the opposite position. She raised her hand, waving it before Eli spraying and treating it a little faster. “Oh, I am sorry, this is really, really forward rule. …… In fact, I do not … "I said - all right” gift Chyhyryn streams. Thank God, although it’s not possible to say. “This is not a problem? Not at all to be. 11 is located between the eyebrows study. The lightness of the spirit and from the hopes that he can take a deep yellow in decision. It is now or never. "I really wanted to play with you.” The shed. “B - but I’m really not good at it, and more .. In a moment they took up of pink a little silence for a moment as long as the touch of is to be avoided in the hope he laughed again and rub it with the eye of the cheek, and yellow. "Oh, God, thank you. Here, I think I exceeded my limit.” He acknowledged that a huge weight off. “I’m sorry, if in fact it makes it a little uncomfortable.” The ceremonies of the more timid than his face now wax if thou persuade thyself, but of good conduct. When I was just a little of the nervous system, encouraged his men to him, namely, as I hope it is now time will have to accept. This time it is a strong man, and I know there is nothing in it. “Nothing, really. You do not regret.” The timid voice. “It is not anger.” From the rear of the spiritual gift to send. Greece must cover your mouth to stop Eli laugh too large, the time pressure they want to be. The Greek laugh a little more trust. However, it is necessary for Greece, it does not really work to go back to his papers and Eli. Then, smiling, smooth hope that once again, with her smile fell. “I also like to introduce myself.” He said a little quieter and easier ritual. “My name is Ayase ceremony.” Mass with a soft smile look arm and a lower response. “Oh, this is a” hot McNuggies “, but also beautiful name.” Hope of eventually being shut, in the closet, the door to move, in which it was before, it is definitely fun as to close the door was. “Tojo hope. This is beautiful, finally know his name cliche ~ He feels increased nickname, it’s better to say. "I want to get back to work now.” Fache said, his voice a little sad. - I have a long way before the end of the evening. He nods knowingly. “I really need to get my papers.” There are wrinkles in the face of the ceremony, so that he might hope for the main part of the restaurant. “Thank you, important conference.” 11, said with a smile. - approached me last night. In the face and smiled purification. Good to hear. ‘Sometimes. “Golden said. Made of iron he should wish to have a look, which time was also a little bit. Greek bit silence, he asked a brief farewell ceremony, the move from the back. He, fastening his eyes is fixed, trusting in you, never a word. All need to ask for a phone number, not even today. And I have known that he could not, as at the other, which he would not sighing, and they admit that was terrible. "Wait, we hope to Her.” Greek cold door staff saw her eyes ceremony. When the cold the girl was blonde and had a little lower than surprising that she of Machi. He keeps his hands up a little, playing a desire to cover his face from embarrassment. What can not go. Bar. At this point it is said that every one knows them of Eli, were the most emotionally or gay, if, however, he says, who cares for the great things, and his anger was kindled? Of course, neither of the gift of. “I’m sorry S-” if not, began to laugh. “1 - hot McNuggies told you, but I have to say his name as It is not weird? We will treat Nozommi’s lips is not laugh and catch up. Because she is a great, Eri are thankful that this. "Listen L, maybe Let’s leave … Maybe, is there a chance to get someday? Someday in hot chicken nuggets too. Eli has been weak and pathetic offer, she may feel that Nico is true. "I looked at her,” However, at this point it’s really all the same. Well, I reason around my job nuggets hope I wanted to eat chicken nuggets with her when she came out, do a little worried? However, Nozomi opened the door for the staff, who gives Eli a charming smile. “Of course.While you are next to them.You have the chance of the door, they wink before the close behind him. Eli has a silly smile so it seemed like forever before opening. Quickly she is, she got up, because she can hold him, with her fist in the air so silly easily led to forget the rest of the store. Of course, the fine details, but they had not yet Eli. If not an agreement, it is also their number, Nico was doing in order to get Nico away. Or was Nico Nozomi? At this point, Eli does not care. Nozomi says the idea of "self-confidence,” Eli is going to be his chicken nuggets. This is the ultimate in your life. You met her today you can feel that when you love and hope, that is the day that will tell you everything about a few years ago and the year. Eli in the celebration remembers when he had to stop what when. She sweater, standing up to her shirt brushing a little dust, which is gradually returning to the table and places it on a laptop on her Mac. It is, when she sat down, she opened more red and her laptop from behind the counter feel Your green cough and the pair of purple eyes, you can go back to work. Macy However, as Eri is when he closed. He opened his mouth to speak covered his face with his arms at the top of the push table and his own laptop, it seems. “Well,” Maki, a little when he starts the computer smile, a good look at Eli, “The good news is, or do not you place a nugget of them bad news? We, who do not forget to win the mate … "Maki!”
#im so sorry but im way too tired to go edit through with sentence breaks and stuff#hot nuggets#i can't believe this ive only read parts of it and im in awe#roomie speaks#submission
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