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(belated drawing as i just finished it and I’m emotional)

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Sometimes I really miss the old Dan.

Awkward

Adorable

Shy

Dan.

But then I look at how much he’s grown up.

He made a crappy apartment, with way too many stairs

a home. 

He’s been a radio host for BBC along with his best friend and idol.

He went to Japan with his best friend.

He wrote a freaking book with his best friend!

And went on tour across America with his best friend for two months because of the book.

So sure.

I’ll miss this.

I’ll always miss this.

But I am so proud of what Dan has become.

And I can’t wait to see where he goes from here.

Slower…slower!

Anniversary || T’Challa x Black!Reader (+18)

I stood in front of my full length mirror, gawking at myself. I carefully examined my red baby doll dress that hugged my curves, along with my matching red open-toe heels with a single strap wrapped around my ankle.

I decided to wear my hair in its natural curly state. T’Challa had notified me that he preferred my hair that way than it being flat ironed. So, I took that inconsideration, especially for tonight.

Tonight was T’Challa and I’s one year anniversary. Never in a million years I would’ve thought that I would end up dating and being madly in love with the King of Wakanda. But, I must say, it’s been the best year of my life.

T’Challa was everything a girl wanted in a man—loyal, caring, passionate, intelligent and charming. But even with all the romantic dates, flowers for no reason and countless gifts. There was something missing.

Sex. Although, T’Challa and I pleased each other orally, that wasn’t nearly enough for me.

T’Challa and I agreed on not having sex for a while when we first started dating, but I didn’t think I would have to wait a whole year for us to do the do.

I knew sex wasn’t everything but I have wants and needs, and I’m pretty sure T’Challa does too. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold off, eventually I was going to make my move sooner or later.

And tonight might be the night.

I stared at my reflection for a few more seconds, making sure that I looked my best until I saw a figure standing in the doorway of my bedroom through the mirror, scaring the shit out of me.

”Wow… You look breathtaking, my love.”

”T’Challa!” I gasped loudly, clutching my chest as I turned around to face the man in the mirror. No pun intended. ”What I did I tell you about sneaking up on me like that?”

T’Challa dropped his head and laughed wholeheartedly while making his way from the doorway over to me. ”My apologies, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

I smirked as I looked up at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. ”How long were you standing there?”

”Long enough,” T’Challa replied, wrapping his large hands around the small of my back. ”I missed you, my Queen.” 

A smile fell upon my lips. ”I missed you more, my King.”

T’Challa suddenly pressed his lips against mine as we got lost in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing around in each other’s mouths.

I could feel the wetness forming in between my thighs as T’Challa deepened the kiss, sliding a hand down my back to cup my ass causing me to let out a small moan into his mouth.

I knew he could feel that I was getting a little carried away and to my dismay, he abruptly broke our kiss. Leaving me high and dry. Well, wet, in this case.

“We should get going now.” T’Challa suggested sheepishly, grabbing onto my hand.

I gave him a nod and a small smile, grabbing his hand and interlocking our fingers. “Right,”

T’Challa and I walked hand-in-hand out of my apartment and to the car as we headed to what I assumed to be a romantic dinner, escorted by no other than Okoye and Ayo.

The car ride to our destination was more relaxing than anything. T’Challa and I didn’t say a word to each other and we didn’t need to.

My head rested on his broad shoulder, our fingers intertwined as his thumb brushed back and forth against my hand.

We could sit in complete silence and it wouldn’t be awkward at all. That’s how comfortable we were with each other.

When we arrived, I noticed that the restaurant was completely empty. T’Challa had reserved the whole restaurant for just the two of us, this was one of the perks of dating a king.

As we walked into the dimly lit dining area, there were candles lit and there were flowers and rose petals everywhere. Along with soft sensual music playing in the background as we walked to the table, guided by Okoye and Ayo.

T’Challa stepped in front of me, puling my chair out as I adjusted my dress before taking my seat. ”Baby, you didn’t have to do all of this.”

”I know,” T’Challa joked as he walked around the table, seating himself across form me. ”But you are very much worth all of this.”

I scoffed playfully, scooting the chair and myself up closer to the table. ”Mhm, I better be.”

T’Challa let out a chuckle that made me melt inside as he gave Okoye and Ayo a dismissive nod, watching them as they left us be.

I slowly looked around the room, getting familiar with my surroundings then I felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked up to see T’Challa gazing at me with a smile on his face.

”What?” I giggled, gazing back at him.

”Your hair.” T’Challa grinned, folding his hands together on the table.

”Huh?” I furrowed my eyebrows slightly, reaching up to touch my curls. ”What’s wrong with it?”

”There’s nothing wrong with it, my love.” T’Challa laughed, shaking his head.      ”You are wearing it just the way I like it, you payed attention.” 

”You know..” I trailed off seductively, twisting a piece of my hair with my index finger. ”I’d do anything to please my King.”

”Is that so?”

”Mhm,”

For about an hour or so, T’Challa and I ate, drank, laughed and talked—enjoying every second of each other’s company.

At this point, I was more than tipsy off the alcoholic beverages we indulged in and T’Challa looked so good that I almost couldn’t contain myself. I could tell that he was pretty tipsy himself, I could see it in his eyes.

I was so busy drooling over him that I didn’t notice he was talking to me.

This alcohol and my hormones weren’t helping me at all. I wanted him so bad right now.

”Y/N?” T’Challa said, snapping me out of my dirty thoughts.

”Hmm, yeah?” I answered quickly, giving him my undivided attention.

”Are you alright?” T’Challa asked, curiosity in his eyes.

I laughed and nodded. ”Yes, sorry. I’m fine baby.”

T’Challa stared at me suspiciously for a few seconds before speaking again.  ”What were you thinking about?”

”Mm, nothing.” I said picking up my fork, digging into the desert that T’Challa and I ordered.

”No, it certainly is something.” T’Challa probed, raising his eyebrows. ”Whatever it was seemed to have your attention more than I.”

I sighed and placed the fork down on the plate before looking up at him. ”You want me to be honest with you?”

T’Challa nodded before picking up his glass, taking a sip of red wine.  ”Absolutely,”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, preparing myself for what was about to come out of my mouth.

”When are you going to fuck me?”

T’Challa practically choked on the wine, placing his glass back down on the table as he cleared his throat. ”I beg your pardon?”

I mentally cursed myself for even bringing it up, I should’ve just left it alone but now I had to explain myself.  

 ”Look T’Challa, we’ve been dating for year now and I know sex isn’t everything but I have needs, and I want you.” I admitted, looking down at my lap. ”I want you to make love to me, I need to feel all of you. I apologize if I’m coming off aggressively, it’s the alcohol.”

I was lying about the alcohol part, it was me.

The table was silent, way too silent. I know he was probably giving me a scolding glare right about now. 

Great.

I finally got the courage to look up from lap, and I thought T’Challa would be looking at me like I was crazy but to my surprise, he was staring at me with a sly smirk on his face. And there was a hint of lust in his eyes that I’ve never seen before.

”Come,” T’Challa demanded, pushing himself back in his seat as he patted his lap.

I placed myself down on his lap gently as he wrapped his hands around my waist tightly. We gazed in each other’s eyes momentarily and before I could say anything, he leaned up and smashed his lips into mine, catching me off guard.

I moaned softly into his mouth and wrapped my arms around his neck, tasting the residue of wine on his lips. T’Challa slipped his tongue into my mouth while grabbing my thigh, turning me around in his lap so that I was straddling him.

That was wetness from earlier was making its way back.

T’Challa slid his hand up my thigh and up my short dress, his hand coming in contact with my wet core. I gasped at the feeling of his index and middle finger rubbing against my pussy through my black laced panties.

He interrupted our kiss as his lips came in contact with my neck, leaving soft kisses along my skin while he continued teasing my pussy.

”Mmm, T’Challa.” I breathed out, slowly grinding against his fingers. I felt his hard member poking at my thigh, turning me on even more.

I could feel T’Challa’s warm breath against my neck as he removed his hands from inside my dress, placing them on my ass before looking up at me and saying the magic words. 

 ”Let’s get out of here. Now.”

And that’s all I needed to hear. T’Challa and I damn near ran out of the restaurant just to get back to the limo. T’Challa notified me that we were staying at a hotel for the night, and I couldn’t wait to get there.

We finally made it to the limo and we were all over each other. 

”Tell him to roll up the partition.” I whispered in T’Challa’s ear as I rubbed his hard dick through his dress pants.

T’Challa sighed, his eyes shut while his head rested back on the seat.  ”Correct me if I am wrong, but I do recall myself being the king. I do not take demands.” he snickered.

I giggled at his slick comment, continuing to stroke his dick that was ready to burst out of his pants any given second. 

I am so glad Okoye and Ayo rode in separate cars.

I leaned forward, kissing on his earlobe and tugging it lightly with my teeth.  ”Well, if the king wants his dick sucked then he better tell that driver to roll up that partition.”

T’Challa’s eyes shot open as he leaned forward, whispering to the driver. The driver nodded his head then the partition started rolling up slowly.

I smirked in satisfaction. I watched T’Challa sit back in his seat as he began unbuckling his belt and pants. His dick sprang up out of his briefs as I sat there in awe, my mouth watering at the pre-cum oozing from his tip. 

 ”Well?” T’Challa stared at me with hooded eyes, taking his hard dick into his hand as he began stroking it to his liking. ”What are you waiting for?”

I didn’t waste any time getting on my knees. I pushed T’Challa hand aside as I slipped his dick into my mouth, getting a taste of the cum that was lingering on his tip.

I felt T’Challa place his hand on the back of my head as I bobbed my head up and down slowly against his hard length.

”That feels good right there.” T’Challa groaned softly, his fingers entangled deep in my curls. ”You’re doing so good, baby.”

”Mmm,” I moaned against his dick, loving the way he felt in my mouth while picking up the pace. I was determined to feel T’Challa’s cum slide down my throat.

I pushed T’Challa’s shaft as far back into my mouth as I could, wrapping my lips around it tightly while bobbing my head at a faster pace. 

T’Challa grabbed a hand full of my curls as he began thrusting into my mouth, fucking my throat relentlessly causing me to gag and drool onto his dick. 

He had no idea how much that turned me on, I loved when he took charge and got aggressive with me.

I reached down and slipped my hand into my panties as I began rubbing my clit quickly, matching with his thrusts as he continued fucking my throat with no mercy.

I could tell his dick twitched in my mouth, letting me know that he was about to come soon.

”Ahh, yes..” T’Challa moaned, yanking my head up by my hair causing his dick to pop out of my mouth.

I whimpered and glanced up at him in utter confusion. He grabbed my hand, pulling me onto his lap as I straddled him, sitting on top of his dick. 

”I love you,” T’Challa whispered before placing a sweet kiss on my lips, tasting himself.

I smiled brightly and looked down at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. The tip of his dick brushing against my pussy through the thin fabric. ”I love you more.”

T’Challa looked up at me, grin on his face as he reached down and pulled up my dress, exposing my lower region.

T’Challa eagerly slid my laced panties to the side, teasing my clit slowly with two of his fingers. I moaned in anticipation, excited for what was about to happen next.

”So wet for me.” T’Challa muttered, holding me up by my thighs as I hovered over his dick.

”I want you,” I whined desperately as I began grinding against his tip, causing him to let out a small groan.

T’Challa gazed up into my eyes. ”Are you sure you want to do this?”

I nodded, giving him a reassuring look. ”Yes, I’m very sure.”

T’Challa gave me a small smile, aligning his dick with my warm entrance. I placed my hands on his broad shoulders and I began sliding down his shaft with ease. 

”Oh my God,” I cried out in pain and pleasure as T’Challa’s size filled my pussy inch by inch until his dick was completely inside of me. 

”Shit,” T’Challa grunted through clenched teeth, holding onto my waist as he began moving me up and down on his dick, giving me a bit of time to adjust to his size. 

When I got adjusted to his size, I slowly started bouncing up and down on his dick at a steady pace that was comfortable for me.

T’Challa grew impatient and gripped onto my waist tightly as he began slamming me up and down on my dick quickly, removing his hands from my waist and slapping them against my ass hard.  ”Fucking. Move.”

”Oh baby, fuck.” I screamed out, digging my nails into T’Challa’s shoulders as he continued lifting me up and slamming me down on his hard dick, swiftly slapping my ass in the process.

”You like the way my cock feels in that tight little pussy, don’t you?” T’Challa growled, slapping my ass once more while bouncing me on his dick.

I couldn’t even give him a coherent answer right now. All I could do was moan and cry enjoying every moment of T’Challa fucking the shit out of me.

”Answer me when I speak to you.” T’Challa grunted as my walls began tightening around his dick. ”Tell me how much you love me fucking you.”

”I love it so much!” I shouted. ”T’Challa, I’m so close.”

The sounds of our moans and groans filled the air, along with the sounds of our skin clapping together every time my ass came down on his lap.

Poor Driver.

Suddenly, the limo stopped abruptly. T’Challa pulled his dick out of me as I fell against his chest breathlessly. ”What are you doing?”

T’Challa smirked up at me as he pushed his dick back into his briefs, pulling up his pants. 

”We’re here,” T’Challa said, referring to the hotel. 

He slowly picked me up and placed me on the seat as the car door opened.

”And do not think for one second that I am done with you.”

And with that, T’Challa got out of the limo, leaving me as I tried catching my breath.

I sat there out of breath, wondering what the hell I got myself into.

A/N: I know I said I was going to post this last night but I was too tired to edit it or even push that post button. But here it is! I hope you all enjoy it. If there’s any typos than I’m sorry. And don’t worry there’s going to be a part 2. ;) It should be up some time next week.

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Pink Lace

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by april_zephyr (April_Zephyr)

“His hair’s been like that for days.” Scorpius stated, shrugging his shoulders in a nonchalant kind of way. Nothing seemed to surprise the boys anymore. They’ve all had to deal with Severus’ random mood swings, there was a point where the boy’s hair remained black and he refused to talk about it to anyone.

“We tried everything. But his hair just won’t change.” James added, “It started when Teddy copied his hair colour.”

“Really?” Harry asked rhetorically, he was going to wait for Draco came back to figure out what he could do, “Tea will be ready at 6.”

Words: 1300, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 5 of Potter-Malfoy Verse.

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Post Mpreg, Alternate Universe - Teenagers, Harry Potter is a Little Shit, Draco Malfoy is a Little Shit, Married Couple, Married Life, First Crush, Awkward Crush, Teen Crush, Past Lives, Love/Hate, Hate to Love, Parent-Child Relationship, Alternate Universe - Parents, I’m Bad At Tagging, I’m Bad At Titles, Good Draco Malfoy, Potions Master Draco Malfoy

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The Pure-blood in Panties

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by HalfBloodPrincess (Iloveyousunshine)

On a Friday night out at the pub, Harry spies pink lace peeking out of the waistband of Malfoy’s trousers, and can’t get the image of Draco in pink Knickers out of his mind.

Words: 3766, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Additional Tags: Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Panties, Draco in panties

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I AM DECEASED 😭😭

for the love of god UNMUTE this