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tryingmygodamnbestinlife · 6 months

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OKAY so anyone who’s been in college for a while and has had shitty roommates, I need some help on what to do.

So my roommate we’ll call her Lia, has been disrespectful and just kind of a bitch. I had an experimental phase of my sexuality and thought that I was a lesbian for a while (I’m not a lesbian, but I’m not like completely straight, I’m just hanging out in the middle) and I had mentioned that “Oh I thought I was a lesbian for a while !” and she immediately went “no.” Like…wtf is that supposed to mean? YOU GUYS HER AND HER FRIEND ARE LIKE HOMOPHOBIC!!!!

NEXT PROBLEM! Don’t worry it gets worse, her friend, we’ll say Jake, is ALWAYS in our room. Every night, without fail he comes over KNOWS THE CODE TO OUR DOOR BECAUSE LIA TOLD HIM IT WITHOUT ASKING ME! He just sits over here and takes up space, like also, I will be working on an assignment or have to record something for a class and he’s just going on in the background. They both play their tiktok’s and shit with their phone volume like up, like i can hear clearly what they are watching all the time. It’s obnoxious, but I want to change right? Cause it’s late and he’s here until like 10pm every night and he won’t leave the room he just says “okay.” and looks away from where I’m changing. Like that just gets on my nerves.

Okay, it gets worse. I am a music major, specifically theatre, and I love it, I love performing and music it’s my thing. They are not music majors, one is medical and one is a math major, and they have told me multiple times how useless my major is and how it won’t go anywhere. They also said that “Anyone can sing it’s not that hard.” okay then. Sing. Go ahead. No ones stopping you, go audition for the musical and for choir. The school I go to has a very large music program and so it’s common to talk to either a music major or minor on campus, they are both just so ignorant to it and think that they are better because of their majors.

When we moved in, we had a roommate agreement to do, so we had to talk to our roommate and fill it out, and get this she filled hers out without asking me if I was okay with anything on it. Isn’t that so fucking wild. I am a “Christmas after Thanksgiving” person and she’s a christmas year round person, which is fine! I just asked that when I am in the room to not play Christmas music yet, which I think is reasonable. I come back to the dorm and she’s playing her music on her speaker, which was fine at first, I mean I’d prefer if she used her headphones that I know she has when she listens to her music or watches her shows (like i do because is basic respect) but then she started playing Christmas music and i told her “hey like you can listen to your christmas music just in your headphones” AND SHE SAID “Girl, I said i was gonna be like this.” OKAY AND I ASKED YOU TO NOT LISTEN TO IT AROUND ME TF THATS COMMON RESPECT!

She also doesn’t believe in depression. Like, the topic came up because I was talking about having a depression room, and explaining what it was because she’d never heard of it. I then said “sometimes depression gets so bad that a person can’t even take of them selves, like brushing their teeth.” SHE SAID OMG SHE SAID “Oh i just call that being lazy.” LIKE WHAT! NO WAY YOURE GOING INTO THE MEDICAL FIELD AND THINK LIKE THAT! i was shocked, and ofc texted my sister immediately because she’s struggled with major depression and she had to know. I defended depression and mental health with my whole soul, cause I have seen first hand how it can affect someone. I will NEVER let someone talk about depression like it’s nothing. never.

Okay, so I am a very cold person, like, I am always cold. It’s bad. And so i come back to the dorm and it’s pretty cold, so i climb onto my bed and go under the blanket and I am still freezing, keep in mind it’s like 30-40F here like it’s cold okay, and she left to go do something and when I got up, i realized, the window was open. Like she knows I’m a cold person. She got back as I shut the window and i asked why it was open cause it’s really cold and she said “oh it was hot in here” girl, our room is never hot, but this is the girl who’ll open the window in the middle of the night because “she gets too hot.” so take off the blankets. That’s just another fun situation.

She also cheats off me for a common class we have, and then talks about how she’s so much better at the subject. Like okay, so actually do it and don’t copy off me and use my notes because you don’t take any. So that’s a cute little thing as well.

Anyway thanks for coming to my rant, if you have any advice please tell me! :)

#college #roommates #college dorm #college roommates #roommate from hell #send help #university #uni life #music major #advice #please #please give me advice i don’t know what to do

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tryingmygodamnbestinlife · 8 months

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People, please be careful. There are also people tracking children and people and putting bids on them based on their profile pictures on whatsapp, tracking and kidnapping them. Especially young children, so please be cautious, especially parents who have their children as their profile pictures.

Please pass this on to everyone so that they are aware of the danger. I don’t how it is all around the world but I know it can’t just be here so please please spread the word. Thank you.

oh my god

I HAVE BEEN GETTING THIS TEXT REGULARLY FOR WEEKS

HOLY SHIT THANK GOD I DIDN’T

I’ve gotten a few of these. Never ever click a link from an unknown number!!!

oh yeahhhh, I saw that on snapchat. it’s been freakin’ EVERYWHERE lately. i haven’t been getting the text, luckily, but im still extremely cautious about it. shit’s scary.

not just girls, but boys and other genders have to be careful as well. this could happen to anyone. please be safe, my friends <3

FOR ALL THE YOUNGER PEOPLE THAT FOLLOW. YOU GUYS ARE SMART. YOU KNOW THIS. BUT JUST IN CASE THERE ARE SOME WHO MIGHT NOT. THAT DOESN’T MAKE YOU NOT SMART, PERHAPS JUST LESS INFORMED.

DO NOT CLICK LINKS IN TEXTS EVER. GO TO ACTUAL WEBSITES FOR ONES YOU RECOGNIZE AND TYPE IN THE URL. OR A BOOKMARK IF YOU HAVE ONE. DON’T CLICK LINKS IN TEXTS AND SOCIAL MEDIA MESSAGES/DMS AND EMAILS. EVEN IF YOU KNOW THE PERSON. TAKE EXTREME CAUTION.

IF YOU’RE GUTS SAYS EH WOULDN’T DO THAT BUDDY. LISTEN.

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Tag your friends for more awareness!!!!

no think. just clicking reblog. -Luci, probably

Oh we’re reblolgging? Is that what we’re doing? Okie!

*SLAMS THE REBLOG BUTTON*

Sorry to bring this back but I just got a text like that today so. Protecting others means informing them.

all my mutuals please reblog this

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Every big-ish blog I’ve ever interacted with, help, please!

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I’m so sorry this is the only people I could think of stay safe everyone!!!! please

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tryingmygodamnbestinlife · 9 months

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I move halfway across the country tomorrow 🥲

#college #move in day

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tryingmygodamnbestinlife · 10 months

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I keep seeing these quotes from marauders fanfiction on tiktok, and I am in the marauders fandom and have read where some of the quotes are from. BUT if I see more quote from atyd sirius’ version I will cry and myself to sleep.

#marauders #atyd #atyd marauders #atyd sirius #atyd remus #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #wolfstar

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tryingmygodamnbestinlife · 11 months

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“Now I have to remember you for longer than I have known you.” - c.c.aurel

God this quote breaks my heart and sends chills racing across my body, I don’t know why, but it makes me cry every time I read it.

#quotes #now i have to remember you for longer than I have known you #feelings

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tryingmygodamnbestinlife · 1 year

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HE BOUGHT ME TWO BOOKS TODAY! ONE HARDBACK AND ONE PAPERBACK! AND THATS AFTER PAYING FOR MINI GOLF AND ICE CREAM!!

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tryingmygodamnbestinlife · 1 year

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why are jegulus authors the best wolfstar authors…. like stg they’re putting smth in their side wolfstar tag. every time i read a jegulus fic and it’s got background wolfstar and the author switches prospectives or has an epilogue for them it’s always the most scrumptious kicking screaming giggling wolfstar i’ve ever read. and they always NAIL their characterization ??? what is it

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tryingmygodamnbestinlife · 1 year

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Being a multishipper in the marauders fandom is like:

I'm Lily and this is my boyfriend James. That is James's boyfriend Regulus. And that is Regulus’s boyfriend Barty with his boyfriend Evan. Here is my girlfriend Mary and her girlfriends Marlene and Emmeline. Emmeline is also my girlfriend. And that is Marlene's girlfriend Dorcas.

And then we have wolfstar.

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tryingmygodamnbestinlife · 1 year

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Inspired by this art, only I thought let's make this more emotional. Or how Minerva McGonagall receives the news about James Sirius Potter's birth.

The message comes in the early hours of the morning, before she leaves for breakfast. A short note, attached to a barn owl.

Professor Headmaster, if there is no trouble, would you join me for a drink at The Hog's Head tonight? — Harry.

It's funny how she still recognizes his handwriting after so many years; it's the "g", Minerva thinks, there's something very specific about this letter and the way Harry curves it.

She scribbles a quick note in answer, then ties it to the owl's leg. It's a beautiful creature that reminds her suddenly of Harry's white owl, whose wings were once harmed—and then Minerva heard what happened to the owl a few years later. Harry had looked so nervous about the state of the bird...

She shakes her head; age is making a fool of her again, too lost in memories. She dispatches the owl and tries to focus on the present.

It's after seven when she leaves the castle grounds to walk to Hogsmeade; it's a slow walk, and Minerva tells herself she will just floo back to Hogwarts later—she is getting too old for this walk, maybe this is a sign—

Hogsmeade is quiet on that Friday night; she thinks about how busy it will be the next day, with a school trip to the village — she'd heard the students talking excitedly, discussing what they would be buying—and that makes her steal a glance to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes down the street. She will need to warn the caretaker to be more careful than usual for the next week.

The Hog's Head is as busy as ever, which is to say full of shady people sitting by themselves, mostly covered; she sets a mental note to remind the Head Boy and Head Girl to watch out that no student wanders here. Then she looks around; in a dim corner, Harry is waiting for her, and he stands up when he sees her.

There is always a mingle of happiness and strange nostalgia when she sees him; except for the joy in his green eyes, he barely resembles that eleven-year-old boy that joined her house—and if she thinks further, to that baby she once delivered to a family that didn’t deserve him, there is only proud as she sees how well he’s grown up.

Harry is a fine man. Not because of his work as Auror, not because he defeated Voldemort, not even because of all those things he faced so bravely; but rather because he is a simple, fair, noble guy who believes in doing the right thing.

And he looks very well, if only slightly tired, as he shakes her hand.

“Hello, Professor,” he greets, smiling (when Harry smiles, and that’s Minerva once again being dragged by her own memories, he looks a lot like Lily). “I took the liberty of asking for your favourite.”

“Gillywater,” she says approvingly, watching the drink on the table as she joins him.

“Not Rosmerta’s, but it is still good enough—or so Aberforth tells me.” He throws her an embarrassed look. “I am sorry for asking you to come here—this is the only place reporters aren’t pestering me these days.”

“I believe a bunch of reporters here would disband Aberforth’s business.”

“Oh, his goats keep them away,” Harry says fondly. “You look good, Professor.”

“I look older, you can say it.”

He laughs. “We are all older.” He lowers his voice conspiratorially. “Don’t quote me on this, but I found my first grey hair.”

Minerva has silver hair for long enough to just find his concern amusing, but she doesn’t smile. Harry is evidently happy tonight, teasing and carefree, very different from what he looked like when he was her student; it reminds her of another young boy she once taught, but that is the problem: that boy was forever young. He never spotted any hair other than a dark one that was never tamed.

She sips her drink, admonishing herself for being so sour.

“Finding one grey hair is okay,” she says when she can trust her voice. “The problem is when you do not find any other colour.”

“That’s true; Ginny said I looked dashingly mature—and it’s bound to worsen in the future, I am sure.” His words seem ominous, but Harry looks nothing but glad.

“If you have any issues with grey hair, I don’t recommend a teaching career for you.”

“Maybe in the future—Professor Potter rings nicely, doesn’t it? Would you hire me?”

“If not, will you jinx the post?”

Another laugh. “No, I will understand. I was never the most disciplined student.” He looks around. “And I promise not to start another clandestine club.”

“That is a relief. I am too close to retirement for such emotion.”

He blinks. “Are you serious?”

She sips her drink again. “It’s been a thought. I’ve been at Hogwarts for more than 50 years — seven generations of students—”

“I thought you would stick around for an eighth one.” He fumbles in his pocket until he finds a picture. “I cannot imagine Jamie not being taught by you.”

“Jamie?”

“Here.” And he shows the photo of a crying baby, all wrapped in a blanket, safely held by his parents. Harry and Ginny look tired but they are beaming in the picture; but her attention is all drawn to that newborn baby.

Babies should look all the same, not distinct features until a few months later, but she swears he looks exactly that baby she once dropped at his aunt’s house—and then there is a fierce desire to protect this innocent child, to not make the same mistake again because she will be damned if that child doesn’t get all the love he deserves, all the love his parents should have shared—

Harry is watching her rather expectantly, and Minerva breathes out again. Harry survived, Harry is fine now—and the baby, Jamie, will never share his father’s fate.

“James,” she repeats, not minding how her voice sounds muffled. “That’s a nice choice.”

“There was no other option for Ginny and I.” Harry sighs contentedly as he looks at the photo. “He is such a loud baby, and he’s keeping us all night awake but he sleeps nicely during the day—he’s growing well and—”

Harry sounds so proud—not, he sounds bewildered as if he doesn’t believe still he gets to be this happy, to live this life—

“And this is the most recent photo,” he adds, then showing her another picture; in this one she can spot the baby’s dark hair.

“Potter hair,” she says warmly, finger stroking the photo.

“I think it’s a bit lighter,” he says. “It looks almost red under the sunlight. And his eyes… I thought it looked a bit like Ginny’s, but she said they are hazel.”

“Oh.”

“Professor,” James would say, his grave voice betrayed by the glint of mischief in his hazel eyes, “how can Filibuster Fireworks be against school rules if they weren’t even invented when Hogwarts was founded? I am sure that’s what you call a ‘loophole’, so you see, we cannot get detention—”

She inhales deeply. “Congratulations to you and Ginny. I am very happy for you.”

“Thanks.” He watches her. “We are christening him this Sunday, at the church in Godric’s Hollow. We would be very happy if you were there—so you can meet him, hopefully only eleven years sooner than you thought.”

Minerva smiles. “With such a namesake, I am sure this will be the last time I will find any peace in his presence.”

“Oh,” Harry grins. “Actually, two namesakes. We named him James Sirius.”

Minerva takes a generous sip of her gillywater. Retirement sounds almost nice, but she cannot let anyone inherit such a challenge. “I hope you get used to grey hair, Harry,” she notes. “You will get them sooner than you think.”

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tryingmygodamnbestinlife · 1 year

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it was indeed snake-y propaganda.

a bit quick but here’s the comic i was telling you about !!

i also had an alicissa fanart idea i can’t wait to start ;))

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tryingmygodamnbestinlife · 1 year

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imagine being raised by a bunch of twenty-year olds…harry truly is the boy who lived

just a normal day in the jegulus household, regulus raising harry to become a seeker and james being horrified by it all!!

there will be a second part w marylily (not as chaotic lmao) and also a small comic 🫢

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tryingmygodamnbestinlife · 1 year

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i need to read this book right now and i will

Remus lupin the hilarious man you are 😭😭😭😭 I love him

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tryingmygodamnbestinlife · 1 year

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Tony x Reader - Million Dollar Man

Content Warnings/Kinks: age gap, office romance, hair pulling, hickeys, praise kink, degradation, spanking, daddy kink, oral sex, rough sex, unprotected sex

Million Dollar Man

"That'll be all" Tony stated, dismissing the small group of Stark Industries employees from his large corner office with views of the water.

Tony radiated dominant energy, from the way he talked to his company members to the suits that he always wore to work, there was just something about him that Y/n found herself being attracted to. She knew it was bad to have a crush on her boss but she couldn't help herself, especially when he likely had no interest in her...

"Ms.Y/l/n?" That familiar deep voice sounded from behind her, "May I talk to you for a minute?"

Y/n saw Pepper smirk as she blushed, turning toward Tony, and walking over to his massive glass desk.

"Yes, Mr.Stark?" Y/n questioned once the room had emptied, her shy eyes glued to her shoes.

"Y/n?" He coughed before coming around the front of the desk.

That got her looking up at him. He never used employee's first names when he addressed them, always calling people by their last name. It was practically a part of his professional code.

"Mr.Stark?" She started, confused and instantly flushed.

"Tony" he interrupted, the corner of his mouth ticking upward, "Please, call me Tony"

"Yes, sir" she responded obediently, before correcting herself, "Yes Tony I mean!"

He chuckled to himself, his small smile widening into a dark smirk that made a warmth rush to Y/n's chest. She sucked in a shocked breath as one of his hands came up and stroked her cheek gently, his gold watch glistening in the bright daylight streaming through the office's floor-to-ceiling windows. She leaned into his touch, her body's desire taking over.

"Y/n" he stated, his voice low and grumbly, "I don't want to overstep but I can't keep doing this"

"Doing what exactly sir?" She whispered, flirting back.

He groaned.

"Pretending that I don't notice you and everything that you do, everywhere that you go, everyone that you talk to. Pretending I don't think about you all the time, even at night"

She met his intense gaze, shuffling a step close to him, wanting to be as near him as possible.

"Tony" she whined before blushing, trailing off, "I've wanted you for a long time..."

"I guarantee I've wanted you for longer"

That got her to smile.

Tony leant forward and kissed the smile off her mouth. As his tongue poked she melted into his arms which, on either side of her body, secured her in place. In a second he broke away. The look on his face was practically feral. His lips slid down from her lips to her cheek, to below her ear, until they reached the sensitive skin of her neck, causing her to moan.

"Fuck" he growled onto her skin, his voice breathy between kisses, "Don't do that to me, sweetheart, not unless you really want it"

She blushed again, looking up at him with doe eyes.

He moved forward, pressing her up against the desk behind her. A small whimper escaped her lips as she felt his hard cock in his pants. She'd imagined what Tony would feel like for a long time but she never expected him to be so big. Her cheeks heated. She reached a timid hand forward, resting it on his taut chest.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, concern crossing his eyes in a flash.

"Uh-uh," she murmured, pulling him closer by the tie he was wearing.

"Do you feel comfortable?"

She nodded. He then leaned down, his lips returning to her neck, sucking more roughly now on the skin.

"I want you to feel safe with me Y/n" he then stated plainly, "More than anything I want you to enjoy yourself on your own terms, not mine...do you understand"

She nodded again.

"Can you use your words sweetheart?"

"Yes"

"Good girl"

She felt her pussy become slick at his comment. Y/n leaned forward this time, enjoying his soft lips, tasting his minty tongue with hers. She then began to kiss down his neck, leaving a trail of hickeys above the collar of his white button-down. She then began to lower herself to her knees in front of him, ready to please. He grabbed her by the wrist quickly before chuckling to himself darkly.

"I don't know what kind of men you're used to fucking Y/n but I'm gonna make you scream my name before you even see my cock"

Her eyes widened.

"Get on the table" he commanded, suddenly more dominant than soft.

She slid onto the glass surface and spread her legs wide for him to see, the fabric of her skirt riding up her legs. Tony pushed the material higher until it bunched around her waist, leaving her in her soaking panties and knee-high stockings.

"Fuck" he cursed, "You're so wet for me, huh sweetheart?"

"Mm-hm" she nodded sweetly.

Tony shrugged his suit jacket off and then rolled up the sleeves of his white pressed shirt before pushing her legs even further apart, the veins on his forearms practically bulging out of his skin. He then tucked his thumbs under the edge of her panties, pulling them off her in one quick motion.

"Can I taste you?" He growled a hint of desperation in his voice.

"Yes, Tony please" she returned, whimpering.

"Tony?" He asked, hinting at what she'd suspected he wanted.

"Please Daddy" she amended, looking directly into his brown eyes that were now stormy with lust.

He pulled her to the edge of the desk by her hips with his strong hands before placing a gentle kiss on her clit, making her gasp. She leaned back onto her elbows and spread her legs even wider, settling in as he began to please her. He traced his tongue in slow circles around her clit, making her pussy tingle and her hips buck left and right with sensitivity.

"Relax" he commanded, breaking away from her, making her whine.

And so Y/n did, she sat there, fighting against her body's natural instinct to tense up and draw pleasure nearer and nearer. She obeyed Tony's command, letting his slow, teasing tongue bring her closer to the edge of her orgasm with every second that ticked by. Tony was building her orgasm like an architect, he was completely in control. His hands rested on her thighs, gripping them tightly while spreading her legs apart he continued, lapping and kissing at her clit, making the tension build.

"Fuck" she sighed, intertwining his hands in his slightly greying, chestnut hair.

As she relaxed into the feeling she lay back on the glass desk, the heat of her body making the cool surface fog slightly. Her back arched upward, making a perfect arc, as he continued to please her.

"Daddy" she whimpered aloud, making him smirk against her.

Tony licked and licked and licked until she could feel the familiar feeling of her orgasm rising up within her.

"I'm gonna, I'm gonna-" her breath hitched.

Then, she came undone beneath his tongue, the tight coils within her releasing. Her eyebrows came together as the feeling overwhelmed her body, causing her to gasp for air and her chest to heave.

As she came down from her high she noticed Tony was a bit out of breath as well.

"Don't overexert yourself old man" she chuckled playfully.

Tony practically gaped at her, shocked at her comment. His offended look only made her laugh harder. Tony grabbed her by the waist, pulling her forward off the desk, before flipping her around. She could feel his hard cock bulging in his pants up against her bare ass.

"What's so funny?" he purred darkly in her ear.

"Nothing Daddy" she shook her head, "I'm sorry"

He hummed thoughtfully, "How sorry?"

"Very sorry Daddy"

"See Y/n" he huffed, "I don't think you're sorry enough"

SMACK

His strong hand came down on her ass cheek, making the skin tingle.

SMACK

"I'm sorry Daddy" Y/n whimpered, a tear escaping her eye at the intensity of the pain, "I promise I'm sorry"

"Yeah?"

SMACK

She cried out, practically sobbing as he continued to spank her until her ass was reddened and sore. She almost wept when Tony stopped, rubbing his hands gently over the tender skin, calming her down.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and let me fuck you now?"

"Yes Daddy" she whimpered, "Please"

Tony slid into her wet pussy, groaning at how tight she was.

"Shit" he bit out before running his hands up the curve of her spine and into her hair, pulling on it so that her back arched even more.

He warmed her up, pumping in and out of her at an agonizingly slow pace. She reached forward, gripping onto the edge of the hard surface, while he fucked into her.

"You think it's okay to laugh at me" he growled.

THRUST

"To make fun of my age"

THRUST. Y/n whimpered. He pulled her hair back rough, bringing her body up off of the surface of the desk and in line with his front.

THRUST

"Let me ask you this Y/n..." she could practically hear his smirk, "Has anyone younger than me ever fucked you like this before?"

"Tony..." She whined, her pussy practically begging for him to fuck her harder, "Please—I'm sorry—please just fuck me"

He threw her body back down onto the desk silently before beginning to thrust into her at a pace so fast and so hard that she cried out, loving the mix of pain and pleasure.

"You like that huh? You little slut" He jested, "You like how it feels when your Daddy fucks you hard like this?"

"Mm," she nodded, moaning out the syllable.

His strong hand roughly pressed her face down onto the glass desk as he leaned forward over her while continuing to thrust in and out of her already sore pussy.

"Use your words" he commanded angrily.

"Yes Daddy" she mewled, her words bordering on incoherent, "It feels good—so good"

"That's right sweetheart"

He then wrapped a hand around her front, putting his salvia-slicked fingers on her clit as he kept thrusting into her and she melted beneath him, moaning loudly.

"That feel nice?"

"Yes, mmh yes" was all she could utter quietly in response, she was so blissed out on the feeling.

He kissed the skin behind her ear as his hips ground into her tight pussy, feeding off of every whimper and moan that left her lips. Soon the combined feeling of her clit being pleased and Tony fucking into her so deeply was too much for her body to take.

"Oh I'm cumming" she announced, scrunching her nose and closing her eyes.

"Fuck" he groaned, his neck visibly strained as she tightened around him, before commanding, "Cum for me"

She let out an animalistic groan as her body loosened around his cock, practically liquifying. She slid her hands forward, gripping her only support, the edge of the desk. Seconds later, she felt Tony release within her, his ropes of cum spilling down the insides of her bare thighs.

Tony pulled himself out of her and immediately reached for the box of tissues that sat on his now messy desk, wiping her up. When he'd finished she turned, surveying his heaving chest and reddened cheeks.

"What would you do" she started, smiling cheekily, "If I made another old man joke?"

He groaned, rolling his eyes before pressing back up against her.

"Don't you dare"

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