and the language of my fathers

James March - Mannerisms & Phrases.

This was requested by my friend @caylensgurl42 and I hope this is close to what you had in mind as I may have rambled slightly. @gingepeters @smarterandbolder @suckerforpsychos @ahstatejames


Being born in 1895 his use of language would be considered incredibly formal by today’s standards. But I think even at the time he would be considered to be quite formal due to his religious father and his time spent in church as a child.This would also influence the language he uses when discussing more visceral matters like death and suffering due to the graphic nature of some parts of the bible.

He’s very comfortable in his 1920s style so has tried to retain as much of the class and elegance he loves so much in his dress, speech and general behaviour. Most of the slang terms we associate from the 1920′s would have still been considered too informal at the time for James though. I think because of this, despite having the time and perspicacity to learn modern slang he has no intention of doing so. 

He hates small talk but he also excels at it, his extensive vocabulary makes it easy for him to fill any silence without ever saying anything of true meaning. It’s a skill he’s always possessed but it has been perfected over time as it would be uncouth for a hotel owner to be dismissive to any guest. The keys is generic phrases that could be seen to agree, or at least sympathise, with any point of view such as “one can simply never tell in this economy” or “one cannot help but lament the choices of the younger generations as I’m certain our parents lamented ours.

As a partner James would be extremely formal with you in public either calling you by your proper name or dearest and he would expect you to call him James. This would be partly because of tradition but also because he’s a very private man and wouldn’t want his affections shown in public.

When the two of you are in private it would be different, he’s still not going to be mushy or cutesy with you but he would be less formal. He’s not the type to end every sentence with “I love you” instead saving it for moments of significance. His pet names for you would be traditional like darling, dearest, sweetheart. He’d find modern pet names like babe abrasive and would discourage you from using them, even ironically, as he knows “You’re better than that dearest.

When the two of you were to argue, and you would because his moods are very changeable, he would still retain most of his eloquence. He’s not going to curse at you but he will raise his voice if he feels he’s not being listened to. He’s very set in his ways and would not be willing to back down in an argument unless he could be certain he was wrong. However he will calm quickly, once he’s said his piece, and then will be more open to listening to your side of the argument. Such as “I’m sorry my dearest, but I simply hadn’t considered your side of it, please do go on.” 

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James very much enjoys whispering sinful things in your ear during foreplay to make you shiver. He would avoid using base language and would instead be very descriptive with words such as devour, ravage and ecstasy. He wouldn’t  be afraid to take the dominate role using expressions like “I shall have you for my very own,” “I shall make your body sing for me little one” or “I shall make you want for nothing but me, my Godess.” 

I don’t think he would be particularly talkative during the actual sex as he would instead try to relax and let go of his public persona. This would lead to more animalistic growls, moans and whimpers, occasionally interspersed by your name.

After sex he would be at his most affectionate, but still not in a overly sugary way but with statements like “I simply can’t imagine my life without you darling” or “you are the only salve upon my tortured soul, dearest.

some underappreciated vines i haven’t seen in any vine compilation yet i that found way deep in my vines tag

edit: some credits!

My Parents Going Through My Tumblr
  • Dad: Why do you post about us?
  • Me: People find you guys funny.
  • Dad: Funnier than you so I get it.
  • Me: Dad.
  • Mom: You should watch your language.
  • Me: My language? I was quoting you!
  • Mom: That's no excuse.
  • Me: Y'all make no sense.
  • Dad: What's a...Jamilton? Is that one of those ships you talk about?
  • Me: Yes. Jefferson and Hamilton.
  • Mom: Ah yes. They have more sexual tension than you and that 'friend' of yours.
  • Me: Mom oh my God.
  • Dad: Is Lams another one?
  • Me: Yes. Laurens and Hamilton.
  • Mom: Well he did shoot someone for Alexander. Even I wouldn't do that for your father.
  • Dad: Yeah she - wait, what?
  • Mom: Oh look people can comment of these posts of yours!
  • Dad: No no let's get back to the previous -
  • Mom: Would you look at that - we're more popular than you AJ.
  • Dad: HA!
  • Me: Oh my God...
  • Me: I mean no one believes y'all said it so.
  • Dad: Well...
  • Dad: That's rude...
  • Mom: You're rude.
  • Dad: The hell woman?

There is no wrong place to pray. I pray at my desk, on my living room floor, on the couch beside my dogs, in my bed, beside my bed, in the bathroom, in the shower, in the car on my way to work, walking down the street, in the morning when I wake up, in the evenings before I fall asleep.

There is no wrong way to pray. I pray with my eyes, closed, with my eyes open, with my knees on the ground, standing up, sitting down, curled into a ball, holding my own hands, moving my hands around, raising my hands in the air, holding someone else’s hands. 

There is no wrong way to say a prayer. Some days I repeat myself over and over, some days I cry, some days I get angry, some days I tell Him everything, some days I can’t seem to tell Him anything, some days I use flowery language, some days I use foul language, some days I use hardly any language. Help me, I whisper. 

There is no wrong place to pray, there is no wrong way to pray, there is no wrong way to talk to our Creator, our Father, our best friend, our God.

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“So I had my avatar marry Izana because apparently you can do that” resulted in a child that looks a lot like his father but got none of that laid-back personality and a whole lot of pointless energy (which he uses, of course, for evil)

@iceychuu had a hand in some of this

[also some of the images have captions have fun]

Try to get rid of me in an overseas big city? We'll get rid of you instead.

(long story. tl;dr at the end)

Context:

Back in 2011 me and my immediate family traveled to Saudia Arabia for Umrah, or what’s known as the lesser pilgramage. You visit Makkah, make rounds around the Kaabah, pray with all your heart and soul, you get the picture. My dad and I were excited because we were all about going on a spiritual journey and casting away the problems of the world - but as it turns out, some problems just wouldn’t leave us.

As soon as we landed in Jeddah’s airport, our plan was to take a taxi to Makkah and get the Umrah done while we were still gung-ho about God. However, we were instead diverted to our relatives’ house in Jeddah, where we discovered that 4 or 5 of my mothers’ relatives and their families had gathered up and spontaneously crashed in my grandfather’s house for one giant family reunion. Naturally, my dad and I, as well as my maternal grandfather, were really upset over this development as my mom’s side of the family is full of … for the lack of a more polite word, the shady folks. Most of them I was on good terms with, but once I realized that my least favorite Uncle and Aunt had come with the crew, my enthusiasm just deflated like a balloon.

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Jealous Tom at your house would be like

a/n: it’s 3:00 pm and I don’t know what I’m doing with my life anymore. Sorry guys i didn’t even check the grammatical mistakes. English it’s not ever my first language actually. Sorry if it’s trash. Sorry I’m a trash

warnings: smuuuut forgive me father I’ve sinned

• Tom definitely it’s not the kind of guy who gets jealous easily but when this happens he’ll be soooooo out of himself fight me on this
• one of those situations is when you’re with him chilling in the couch but you just don’t drop you’re phone
• he’d be like “With who you’re talking to, love?”
• and when you answer that is with a male friend he would starts to get grumpy
• he even would ignore you when you talk to him
• when you realize what’s going on you’d be willing to do make the things better
• but first you would be distracted looking at his angry face watching TV
• his jaw clenched as his fists resting on his abs
• his deep breath making his bare chest move roughly
• he’d notice you staring at him but his question would be “Done talking with your friend?”
• the sound of his harsh voice would make you bite your lips and smirk
• slowly you’d be crawling on the couch until you’re with the lips rubbing on his check
• with a soft kiss you’d whisper against his skin “Tom, you’re so pretty when you’re mad” making his jaw clench more
• he still would be ignoring you
• BUT THATS NOT HOW THE STORY ENDS
• you’d start kissing softly his checks and then his earlobe and then his neck…
• he’d shiver and you’d notice his adam pome move roughly
• you’d climb on his lap and his hands would fly to your hips pressing it so hard
• as you start to move your hips back and forth he’d let a groan escape
• at this point this poor jealous boy would be so turned on but still mad enough to try to ignore you just like you were doing early even if was intentionally
• pressing your forehead against his you’d softly touch his lips with yours softly and then move to his chin and then to his neck and then to his chest until his sweatpants
• biting your lips while you’re looking at his face you’d pull down them and the boxers at once
• now he’s not ignoring you anymore
• actually he’s completely focused on you
• you’d grab his erection slowly rubbing your thumb on the tip and then moving your hand to the base of his cock
• making sure to never breaking eye contact you’d bring your lips to the tip of his member
• you’d able to feel his boner pulsing in your hands and oh my god this would let you soooooooo wet
• as you open your mouth to engulf the first half of his erection Tom would throw his head back and left a throaty groan out
• starting to take him deeper his hands would grab your hair and he’d start to thrust roughly against your mouth
• his dick would hit the back of your throat but he’d moaning your name and you would be more wet than ever so that’s for sure makes worthy control your gag reflex
• with a groan he’d fill your mouth with cum and you’d take every drop of it
• as you slowly take his cock of your mouth and look at him a line of drool would be formed
• Tom would think this is the most sexy scene of his life
• you’d climb on his lap and ask him sorry for ignoring him and making him jealous
• He’d laugh, grab you on his arms, take you to the room and say “You need way more than that to make me calm down”
• definitely jealous tom would be so much more rough
• but it’s okay bc you’d love it
• all the slaps on your butt
• and the bites on your neck
• hickies everywhere just to make sure everybody knows you belongs to him
• he would groan things as “mine” and “my babygirl” in your ear
• he’s definitely not ignoring you now and oh boy… he’s not here to tease you with slow and soft moves like you did
• you’d be a mess and only would know how to moan his name
• actually scream
• and he’d want to cum inside you
• only after four rows you’d be completely forgiven
• it’s not so bad making Tom jealous tho

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Reader x Father!Klaus

Requested by Anon

Part One   Part Two  Part Three  Part Four


You slowly trudged up the drive, boots unlaced, shoulder bag heavy with spell books and exotic spell ingredient. You didn’t want to be back here, but Kol and Davina were heading somewhere dangerous and until they knew it was safe they didn’t want you to go.

Just a week you told yourself, a week and Stefan would come to get you. You’d met the Salvatore’s in Italy, Damon had taught you the language fluently while Stefan taught you to dance and showed you around the old buildings when Davina and Kol were busy.

“Well look who’s here.” Klaus hummed as soon as you walked in.

“Where’s Rebekah?” You asked as he leant against the wall.

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My Medic Headcanon
  • Full name is Dr. Bertram Radomír Ludwig.

  • Born in 1922, making him the oldest of the mercs.

  • Second only to Spy in his knowledge of languages. He’s fully fluent in German, English, Czech, and Yiddish—the latter two from his mother—and passably fluent in French. He has academic knowledge of Latin and Greek and has picked up a bit of Russian from Heavy.

  • Has a mixed parentage. His mother was a Jewish-Czech immigrant to the town of Rottenburg, and his father, a mad scientist from an established, well-off family. She was hired on as his father’s lab assistant, eventually leading to their marriage. They’d describe it as very romantic, but Medic always thought it was weird and kind of gross.

  • An only child.

  • Went on family hiking trips to the Alps growing up, an activity he still enjoys when he has a chance.

  • Was initially raised Jewish, but this was abandoned a few years before he was Bar Mitzvah age. By 1933, his parents scrubbed as much of their family’s Jewish connections as they could. As a result, he doesn’t feel much connection to the Jewish culture or faith. So he’s non-practicing, obviously.

  • Starting in his early teens, he attended all-male boarding schools, first in Germany and then in Switzerland.

  • His mother used his attendance at Swiss schools as a ticket to escape an increasingly tense Germany and move to be near him. His father promised he’d follow eventually, but never did. Medic never forgave him for that.

  • During WWII, his father finally divorced his mother, declaring the marriage a lost cause and starting over with a new young wife. Medic cut off all contact with his father after that.

  • Supported his mother after the divorce and finished putting himself through school by selling drugs and organs on the black market and performing back-alley surgeries. He gained a reputation for stealing kidneys from the men he slept with but still did just fine. Besides, he only took one!

  • Toward the end of WWII, Medic did his first stint of field medicine when bombing (from both sides) spilled over into Zürich, where he was living and studying at the time. He turned out to be very good at it, but before he could leave Switzerland and go work on the front, the war was over. Whoops!

  • His father is still alive, but Medic pretends he’s dead. 

Hold On, I’m Coming Masterlist

Series Summary: When a freak accident lands you in some trouble, the local fire department and a particularly handsome firefighter come to your rescue. Dean Winchester catches your eye immediately with his charm and kindness, but being Chief Singer’s daughter could cause some serious problems. You and Dean have a choice to make: defy your father’s wishes and face the consequences, or go your separate ways…

Author: @ravengirl94

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Warnings: (general, see each part for specific warnings) car accident, injury, stitches, blood, language, minor smut, house fire, mention of death

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites or duplicated in any way without my express written permission***

Part 1 -  You’re in a serious car accident, and a certain firefighter Winchester comes to the rescue

Part 2 -  You and Dean have your first date, with a few minor hiccups

Part 3You finally work up the courage to tell Bobby about Dean, with a little help from Jody. Later, Dean helps you find a new car and the two of you talk about your relationship.

Part 4 - Bobby confronts Dean at work. Later, you decide to fix things once and for all, but Dean thwarts your plan.

Part 5 - You and Dean are getting comfortable in your relationship, but Bobby isn’t giving up and causes problems for Dean at work. Later, a house fire lands Dean and Benny in some trouble.

Part 6You hear news of the fire and decide to take action. Dean, injured and trapped, fights for his life.

Part 7 - You, Sam, Benny and Cas struggle with the aftermath of the fire and Dean’s fall. Bobby finally confronts you about your relationship.

Part 8 -  Dean is up and talking, but doesn’t remember much of what happened, and struggles with the consequences of his injuries.

*.:。♦ ⋅ ⋆ — MUSING TAGS - QUOTE EDITION

i recently hit a huge milestone & reached the 2nd birthday for this blog, so i wanted to do something cute to give back & say thank you !!! with that being said, under the cut you’ll find 828 quotes that can be used for character musing tags ! they’ve been categorised into different labels ( eg. the baby doll, the lothario, the vixen, the cataclysmic, etc ) so some quotes may appear under more than one category. i do, however, recommend checking out all the categories !! they were just listed by my own interpretation and definitely aren’t limited to a certain label in the slightest. the pronouns used are simply what was used in the original line but can obviously be changed to fit your character. depending on personal preference, some may be a little too long but can be shortened down pretty easily. a general trigger warning is to be placed for these as they do reference some sensitive topics ( drugs, alcohol, sex, etc ), as the tags on my blog do. i believe that covers it all !! if you find this useful, please do like and/or reblog ! also, please let me know if you’d like to see a part two of this ! you can find the lyric version of this right here for more suggestions !!

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I was watching a vlog by this vegan biracial (black/white) YouTuber, vegan gains. During the video, his white wife calls him the N word with the ‘er’ and he didn’t react at all. This guy was raised by his white mothers side, with racist grandparents who also used racist language around him. He also gives racist vibes in his videos and has said some disparaging things about black people in his videos. This is why I’m not too keen about interracial relationships because often times, the relationships produce mentally damaged children. Especially when the father is a black man who abandons the white woman. She would take out her anger and bitterness about being made a single mom on the innocent child. This is something I’ve seen many times with my biracial friends who have white mothers.

Pick-up lines meme

“You look a lot like my next partner.”

“Are you coffee? Because I like you a latte.”

“If nothing lasts forever will you be my nothing?”

“If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I’d have a galaxy in my hand.”

“Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back.”

“I’m not a photographer but I can picture us together.”

“So do you have a name or can I call you mine?”

“Are you a bank loan? Because you’ve got my interest.”

“They say a kiss is the language of love. Wanna have a conversation?”

“Is your name Wi-Fi? Because I’m feeling a connection.”

“Do you have life alert? Because I’ve fallen for you and I can’t get up.”

“Do you know what my/your shirt is made of? Boyfriend/girlfriend material.”

“Your lips look so lonely… Would they like to meet mine?”

“Hello, I’m a thief, and I’m here to steal your heart.”

“Is your father a mechanic? Because you’ve got a finely tuned body.”

“I hope you know CPR because you took my breath away!”

“You’re single. I’m single. Coincidence?”

“You make me melt like hot fudge on a sundae.”

“Were you in boy scouts? Because you sure have tied my heart in a knot.”

I’m really not okay with the fact that the ship name for Achilles + Patroclus is Patrochilles. I mean, I get it, it sounds really good in English and all, but it messes the Greek roots up so much. Like, it means “father” + “people” with a superfluous chi in the middle. I wish Achicleos didn’t sound so silly in English, because it means “grievous glory,” and that’s just so sad and horrible and appropriate.

Hold On, I’m Coming (Part 2)

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

Summary: you and Dean have your first date

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: language, mention of injuries, mention of stitches

A/N: You guys want more - you got it! Hope you like it, and there will be at least a few more parts that I’ve got planned. Beta and general life credit to my twin @deanssweetheart23 for reading everything and putting up with me

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Sour Girl

 Warning: Smut, DD/LG Kink, Daddy kink, Age Gap, Spankings, Language, A Little Bit of Clark Kent ;), Slight Angst, (OC is not under-aged, she’s 23)

Summary: “Little girls get spankings..”

Author’s Note: I combined two request together; hope you enjoy :) 

Request(s): 1. “Hii, i was watching married with children and there’s a scene when somebody ask to the girl “is he your daddy?” And she asked “Oh no, he’s my father” it was so funny, can you do something like that with Bruce idk but in the other way, like “is he your father” “oh no, he’s my daddy” and Bruce reacting I bet will be funny, I hope is not too kinky lmao, sorry for my English btw”

2. “Can you please make some smut of Bruce being mad cuz the oc is way too young and she made fun of him acting like a brat or childlike and he’s going all “oh you wanna act like a little girl? Well, little girls get spanking.” also height difference cuz Ben Affleck is fucking 6′4 asdghk”

I watched as the small minx pranced around the kitchen in nothing but a pale pink, silk baby doll top and matching ruffled shorts. I had a business party to go to, and she was busying spilling pink lemonade all over the marble island. I was having second thoughts about bringing her along. I knew how people gave us dirty looks at these type of events, not only because of the scandalous dresses that clung to her tight body but the fact that I was above 35 years old and she was in her early twenties. It was fairly hard to keep up with her, the messes, uncontrollable hormones and high sex drive. But I wasn’t complaining, I couldn’t.

“Y/N, go upstairs and get dress. We don’t have time.” I walked over cleaning the sticky, sugary liquid off of the counter.   

“No..I don’t wanna.” She pouted, poking her bottom lip out more than usual. 

I turned, squinting my eyes at the hardheaded young woman in front of me. I hovered over her as a smug grin pulled at the corners of her plush lips. She stood on the tips of her toes, tugging at the black silk tie I was wearing. Her fingers brushing over the collar of my shirt, her small leg sliding in between my muscular ones. 

“You always looked so nice in a suit, Brucey.”  

I cringed at the nickname, and my jaw clenched feeling her small hand gripping my growing bulge. I rolled my neck in frustration, yanking her harshly by her bicep, bringing her closer to my body, almost lifting her off of her feet.

“Go upstairs and get dressed. I’m not going to tell you again.” I growled, pushing her towards the staircase. 

I realized that my bad temper did nothing but cause the bubbling excitement in her to erupt. The way her thighs clenched together and how her tongue snaked out to lick her lips obviously told it all. She stomped her foot and cross her arms as if she was a child that refused to go to bed when told to. 

“I said I don’t wanna. I don’t like how all those men stare at me like I’m a piece of meat.” She looked down at her bare feet with her arms behind her back, twisting to and fro. 

I walked back over to her, lifting her head up by her chin, my 6′4 frame towering over 5′2 one. 

“I wouldn’t dare let anyone lay a finger on you. Now, stop being a brat and throw on something pretty for daddy.” I gave her perfect ass a slap before she ran up the stairs to our bedroom, giggling. 

She was acting more bratty than usual, which made my palm twitch, maybe it was that time of the month for her. I put the pitcher of pink lemonade back into the fridge after pouring the half empty glass down the drain. She wanted to get the best out of me, I knew how badly she wanted me to take her over my knee and chastise her until her perfectly round ass was a pretty picture painted with black and blue. I wasn’t going to let her get me, not like that last time when she nearly wrecked the batmobile. I remember how she was barely able to get out of bed the following morning.     

About 25 minutes go by, I gave another look at my watch, she was still upstairs, doing god knows what. 

“We have 15 minutes to get there. What’s taking you so damn long?!” I yell upstairs, leaning my arm against the wooden banister. 

“Yeah, yeah.. I’m coming grandpa.”

I rolled my eyes at the childish remark before hearing the clicking of heels against wood, I rose my head being greeted by crimson red silk, sculpted collarbones and tight brown curls. 

“How do I look, grandpa?” She twirled around, her dress following behind her.

Before she could reach the last step, I grabbed her forearm , my mouth inches apart from hers. 

“Keep making those little jokes and you’ll have matching cheeks to go with that dress.” I smirked, pecking the tip of her nose.

She muttered something under her breath about old people on our way to the car, causing my jaw to clench and my palm to twitch for the 10th time this night. I held the door open, as she slid onto the Italian leather seats, the slit of her dress opening up a little more than it should, revealing that she’s bare underneath. I took a deep breath after closing the door, adjusting my collar, walking over to the driver’s side. The car ride consisted of dress lifting, thigh grabbing and sly remarks. God, how the hell was I going to get through this night?  

Once we stepped inside the luxurious mansion, we were already plummeted with glares and scoffs but soon welcomed with a warming smile and aligned liquors. 

“Glad you could make it Bruce.” Clark chimed, giving my shoulder an hearty grip. 

I returned the gesture with a friendly one-armed hug, Clark’s eyes wondered to the side of me causing me to pull away and my eyebrows to furrow. It wasn’t long until I noticed that Y/N was giving him bedroom eyes. 

“Is he your father?” Clark questioned as if I wasn’t standing right in front of them. 

“Oh no, he’s my daddy.”

My mouth parted open and my cock twitched against the zipper of my dress pants at her unexpected, shameless response. She looked up at me, giving me cherubic, doe eyes beneath long lashes, wrapping her tongue around the skinny straw of her dirty martini. I blinked at her twice before turning to Clark. 

“Excuse us.” I smiled keeping my lips in a firm, thin line before tugging Y/N off into the women’s bathroom. 

I gripped her chin harshly, my index and middle finger holding her face still as I cornered her against the wall. She looked up at me with those innocent eyes, again, as if she didn’t just call me her daddy in front of Clark fucking Kent.  

“You think you can just get away with acting like a spoiled brat tonight? Huh?”

My fingers digging more into the skin of her cheeks, hard enough to leave light red marks in the shape of fingertips. I smiled as she winced and shook her head vigorously, her rosy cheeks slightly mushed together causing her lips to pucker a bit. 

“You like acting like a little girl?” I snatched her by the thin straps of her dress, “Little girls get spankings..”

My cock throbbed at the struggled gasp that escaped her lips as I bent her over the sink of the public women’s bathroom. I lifted up the skimpy, red silk being greeted by her bare plump ass. I groaned at the sight, my hands running over the delicate skin of her ass cheeks, prepping her for the stinging sensation that she was about to endure. 

“I want you to count. If you lose count, I will start over.” I warned and she nodded willingly. 

I took a deep breath before my large hand slammed against the soft pad of her left ass cheek. I grinned to myself hearing the soft mewls rolling off her deceitful tongue. 

“1..” She choked out.

I could hear the tears already erupting in her voice which made my pants tighten a little more than they should have. I smirked as a bright red hand print started to form on the surface of the skin. I lifted my hand up, slamming it down once again, watching her tiny body jolt up in pleasurable agony. I did that about several times while she counted before our safe word slipped pass her quivering lips. I took a step back, basking in the sight of her swelling cheeks. She attempted to stand up straight but failed miserably, I wrapped my arms around the small of her back, my lips grazing the prominent vein on her neck, inhaling her succulent scent of milk and honey.

“This is what happens when little girls want to act like little whores.” I gestured towards her cherry tinted ass.

“I’m very sorry daddy.” She poked her bottom lip out , gaze to the bathroom floor.

I kissed her forehead gently , before helping stand up straight. She seethed as her fingertips brushed against her ass while fixing the skirt of her dress. I adjusted my tie whilst she wiped the smeared mascara from under her eyes.

“We’re going home. I need to have you.” I engulfed her hand in mine, bringing her knuckles up to my lips before leaving the bathroom back into the crowd of drunken snobs.

We urged through the crowd just to be stopped by Clark once again. I was nearly on the verge of losing my patience. I needed to have her now. I couldn’t help but get rock, hard at how flustered Y/N gets after a well-deserved punishment.

“Awe, leaving so soon?” Clark pouted, his words slightly slurred. Superman was tipsy, ha.

“Yeah, Y/N isn’t really well.” I put on a mock frown, before giving him a manly shoulder grip then exiting through the front door.

The car ride back composed of Y/N continuously folding and uncrossing her legs, almost similar to the car ride here. I didn’t get the chance to open the car door for her, before it flung open widely, and she jumped into my arms, her hands grabbing at my face and her lips providing me with sloppily, gift-wrapped kisses. I held her up by the backs of her thighs as I fought with the keys and lock of the large house we shared. We stumbled inside after finally managing to open the door, our lips still attached to each other’s. I let out a growl feeling her break the heated kiss before she pushed me on my back to the leather couch. She swung her legs over mine, as she fumbled with the buttons of my dress shirt after pushing my blazer off. I pushed the skimpy straps pass her shoulders exposing her perfectly, taut buds. I bowed my head, taking the left one into my mouth, my tongue creating circular motions around the peak. I watched in awe as she threw her head back, hair tousled over her the high points of her cheeks. Her small hands finding their way to undo my belt and slacks, that crooked smile displayed across her face as my rock, solid cock sprung out of my briefs. She took a hold of my cock in her hands, her thumb sweeping up the bead of precum that managed to form in the slit, earning a low groan from me. Her hand teasingly squeezing around my cock causing my breath to hitch and my body to stiffen. She started to rotate, up and down on my dick, in a torturing slow pace.

“Don’t tease me, doll.” I warned through clenched teeth.

“You’re no fun Batsy.” She gave me a mock pout before scooting back on her haunches, her grip tightened on my cock as she wrapped her soft lips around my tips, her tongue making long stokes up the sides.

Then she took all of me into her mouth reminding of how talented she was at this. I grabbed a fistful of her gathering it up in my hands before tugging roughly, effecting my cock to probe the back of her throat, smalls gags being muffled. She looked at me with doe eyes, smiling brightly with a mouthful.

“You’ve always looked so pretty with my cock down your throat.”

She nodded knowingly, her head bobbing back and forth , edging my release. I tugged her up by the mock ponytail I formed, refusing to cum without being inside of her first. I ran my thumb over the speck of spit and pre cum on her bottom lip, leaning down to tug at it with my teeth. She giggled against my lips sending vibrations throughout my body.

“I wanna ride you daddy.” Her tongue grazed over lip before she climbed onto my lap, wrapping her legs around my hips.

I was in complete fulfillment when she slid herself onto me, my hands went immediately to her waist, out of habit, guiding her up and down on my cock. Her hands tangled up into my unruly hair, tugging and pulling as she rode my cock. I smirked as my first name escaped from her soft lips causing me to bury myself deeper inside of her.

“You like that slut? Huh?” She moaned, nodding her head vigorously. “You’re so fucking tight.” I purred against her pulse.

I thrust into her a few more times before grabbing her by hips, flipping her on her side. She wrapped her left leg around mine as I held the back of her right thigh. I pull out of her almost completely then submerging my cock into her cunt, my balls slapping against her puckered hole.

“Harder.. Please.” She begged as I witnessed her eyes flutter and roll back.

I granted her wish, plowing harder into her, the feeling of worry crept in the back of my mind, at the thought of nearly tearing her apart. I wrapped my arms around her rib cage , my fingers toying with her rose bud nipples.

“Cum for me, little girl. Come on, cum for daddy.” I whispered, my hands snaking down her navel to the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs.

“Bruc-” Her gravelly voice was soon interrupted by the contracting of her cunt around my cock and the clenching in her stomach from her euphoric release.

I held her tighter to my body, thrusting into her practically lifeless body, riding into my orgasm, strings of my hot seed spewing into her heated mound. I wasted no time before I trailed kisses from the valley of her belly button down to the soft coils. My tongue flicked at her clit , gazing up at the beautiful nymph above me as she thrashed and squirmed underneath my tongue, cleaning up the concoction of our cum. I lifted my head, meeting my lips with hers letting her get a taste of the new flavor we created. I coddled her in my arms, pulling the sheet over her getting a glance at the fading red blotches formed from tonight’s earlier events, the room silencing from the frantic breathing.  Y/N examined me with squinted eyes tugging at the skin of her bottom lip with damp hair pressed to my chest. 

“How come you don’t call me your girlfriend?” She broke the silence. 

I clenched my jaw, sensitive about this particular subject. 

“Y/N, you know how I feel about-” 

“Don’t give me that. We’ve been together for 1 year and 8 months, and you still haven’t labeled me as your girlfriend. Are you embarrassed to be with me because I’m younger, or shall I say a little girl ?“She began to remove herself from my grip but I refused by pulling her back tightly to my chest before lifting up her face by the chin, forcing her to look at me, blinking away the tears that dared to fall.

“I love you. Don’t ever say I’m embarrassed of you. You’re my everything.. Lover, partner, soulmate, girlfriend, hopefully wife.” I gave her nose a soft peck watching her lips curl into the smile that I adore so much. 

“Really? Wife?” She attempted to hide her smile with her hands before I grabbed them. 

“Yes. Really.” I gave her lips one more longing kiss before she snuggled up to my chest. 

“I love you more, Batsy.”

Forgive Me

Originally posted by fairyshire

MASTER LIST

You look around Imladris. It felt so nice to be back home, but you weren’t going to say that. Not in front of these dwarves.

They had yet to find out that you were actually an elf. You told them that you were of the race of man and throughout the journey, you kept your hair in one big braid and your ears were always tucked under your hair and no one had suspected a thing. Well at least you thought they didn’t.

You felt bad but it was necessary in order for you to actually join in the adventure. Gandalf had sent word to you that he needed help and after a very long conversation with your father, you left to meet Gandalf in the Shire.

Gandalf had told you that Thorin would be very against you joining since you were an elf and you promised that you’d hide your heritage for as long as you could, but now that you were home you weren’t too sure you could.

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