#actual middle aged+ milfs..... everything to me

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the fact that these two are upcoming romance options in scarlet hollow makes it supreme to every game with romance ever

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Quick little thing! No, I was wrong. It became a Very Long Thing...

We know that Diavolo is operating at an entirely different frequency and level of energy from Barbatos and Lucifer and it isn't just because he's a touch starved extrovert with repressed introverts for parental figures friends.* But he might be 18-21.... As a person from the early 90's this is a traumatic realization. I thought he was an early 30s year old manchild to be quite honest.

*love your takes so so so freaking much RadArchives 😭

Utilizes canon compliant relationship dynamics and Diavolo's Lucifer complex. Luke is aged up to cope with fanservice not facilitate it.

I interpreted it as Diavolo was between 10-13 when Barbatos agreed to be his Butler. OM indicates it was 800 years before Barbatos quit feeling angry at Diavolo for the incident (he was teasing). 10,000 is equal to 10 years, so based off my estimate Diavolo would be 18-21. Unless it was 800 plus years then, since Barbatos had time to cool off which would be much more comfortable to me 😂

The canon chronological ages are vague in order for players to have freedom (dads and mom coded old as dirt option through to bratty youngest brother who seems like an angsty and rebellious teen) so just for reference these are the ages I use:

Solomon - 34 (right there in the middle of adulthood and an older brother age bracket with Diavolo. Asmo is robbing his own cradle!)

Simeon - 40 (peers with Lucifer and they are only a few months apart! Perfect adoptive/group dad age of being mature and comforting without being old-old 😭)

Luke - 16 (Again, comfort level. He's a bratty tween, but I can't tolerate the fanservice with him as a 10 year old at all. 16 is a nice middle ground between emotionally charged, discovering self and independence, "I'm grown!" and the complex realities of the world. Him developing THOSE FRUSTRATING AND CONFUSING NEW FEEEEEEELINNNNNNGS are tolerable as well.)

Barbatos - 42 (the answer to life and everything. I'd place him closer to 60 as a foxy and wicked classy grandma older woman gentleman, but he looks like a pretty, young 30-something so this fits the bill. This also goes into my headcanon that Father made him before the angels and long before humanity.)

Diavolo - 33 (an out of touch with the youth and his peers, but still a youthful soul + gap moe)

Belphie and Beel - 25 (still young enough to do underdeveloped maturity and be doted upon baby brothers, but grown enough that they aren't actually immature and know better they just haven't put the effort into developing impulse control and practicing good judgement)

Asmodeus - 27 (pretty and passes easily for 23 but can hook up with the MILFs and DILFs as well as the young 20s. He's young, but not afraid of becoming older, not just because he's beauty everlasting and that skincare routine is ✨️flawless✨️ but because he sees the beauty and attractiveness of maturity and himself)

Satan - 23 (Personal Favorite + Occultic Number! Even though he's as old as Lucifer I feel like he was born at the age that Lucifer was created for additional headcanon reasons.)

Leviathan - 31 (*scoff* "Look at this old loser with a failure to thrive and manchild tendencies" says an old loser with a failure to thrive and the same tendencies)

Mammon - 32 (okay, this would go on for more than a paragraph or few run on sentences 🤣)

Lucifer - THE BIG 40 (caught up between older than the others brother who had to grow up too fast and never got to be young / middle aged surrogate father figure of a house full of rebellious teenaged adopted kids that never got to have his experimental young adult phase...)

Thirteen is a sensitive, trendy young woman so we DON'T ASK THESE QUESTIONS 35 I like an age gap with my ladies~ Candy is 39 (because 4 is associated with death in Japanese and I have a 4 year age gap with my sister which was a perfect combination of generational difference + ability to rebel from the older sibling, angst about idolization and knowing you aren't the same, but aren't meant to be. There's the possibility of strife caused by disappointment(s)/fallen idol for Thirteen and for Candy the pressure of the expectations of parents as first born and the care, protectiveness and responsibility of older sibling for their younger sibling. They're able to rely on each other even though Thirteen is a wild woman antisocial ambivert with a strong personality and even stronger opinions whereas Candy seems like a serious and violently antisocial introvert who conforms and does what she's expected to in all areas of life. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL US WHAT CAUSED THE SCHISM BETWEEN THEM. WHAT HAPPENED WRITERS? WHAT HAPPENED?)

Mephistopheles - 31/35 (I like the idea of him having an age gap of 2 years with Diavolo either as a more mature junior to senior or a senpai who won't notice him because his eyes are set on a raven haired beauty with eyes like firy rubies that is also a heavily overworked deskworker with difficult teen boys and an involuntarily in a fatherly role for Diavolo too.)

Raphael - 39 (One year the junior of Lucifer and Simeon. Because he never rebelled I thought it had something to do with him being a degree separated from Sime and Lucy to Father, but still being close enough to him to be the devoted, but the most conflicted about it, son.)

Michael - 40 (Either he was created before Simeon and Lucifer or after them. He's got something seriously suspicious going on. I feel that it parallels Diavolo's, but instead of a hopeful vision for the future and further developing what his father started Michael's is in a self-serving manner and his personal agenda is founded on the self-perception that he knows better than his Father.)

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SPOILERS!!!!!

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I wanna talk about this show (btw pls watch it, it's so fucking good, the characters are peak and the animation is fucking amazing!):

Episode 1:

-I can't believe they foreshadowed the final boss with fucking Sonic trivia

-Ngl if I asked out a girl and she didn't know anything about neither Sonic or X-Men, I'm dipping the first chance I get

-I was wondering why Scott had the star t-shirt at the beginning, since he only got that at the finale battle with Gideon, to signify his love for Ramona, but with the added context it's not supposed to matter, it's there because it's his most recognizable look

-Matthew's entrance doesn't have the same umph as the movie's. His actor really went all out in that scene, XD

-Sucks that Scott wasn't very involved in this, since he is the title character, but I still loved everything about this. Hope we get to see his arc in the next season

Episode 2:

-Why is Ramona dyeing her hair so damn satisfying?

-Edit: The fact that STEPHEN of all people was the one that gave Scott a euology and was the only one that actually gave a damn XD

And it's pretty sweet that he would have been ok to find out if they sucked, if they found out they sucked together

-"Mommy!" yeah

-I can fucking believe she actually sang that fucking song XD

-Brie Larston is so talented; if I didn't already know she played Envy, I honestly could not tell that was her, but then again I only know her as Captain Marvel, where she has a deeper and much cooler voice

-So, if in the Scott Pilgrim world people just re-spawn at home after being defeated, does that mean that there no one can be murdered or manslaughtered? And if so, how do people actually get a "permanent game over"? Does everyone just die of old age? Also if people bury the coins dropped after someone dies, would that make grave-robbing the most common crime in the world?

-The fact that all Matthew needed to defeat Gideon was confidence is actually very inspiring. The probable reason why he's so extra (besides being a theater kid) is because Ramona dumped him, which really hurt his self-esteem. And while it's kinda sad and pathetic to let a middle school break-up bring down your self-worth, that doesn't mean it didn't suck for Matthew; and after realizing that Ramona wouldn't take him back just because he beat Scott, he finally got a reality check and decided that their goal was pointless, so he moved on from Ramona and decided to make something out of himself, and using the confidence he got from "beating" Scott, he unleashed his true power and was able to defeat Gideon, take his company, and then became successful Broadway actor

-"Et tu, eat me." Roxie is a fucking queen

Episode 3:

-Hey, I didn't asked to be fucking attacked about my writting process, Scott Pilgrim!

-Knives getting more character development besides being obsessed with Scott is everything I didn't know I ever wanted

-I feel you Stephen, I do 😞

-Omg I ship Knives and Kim so much!

-Since Roxie predates Toga, then should be saying that Toga gives off Roxie vibes?

-I'm in lesbians with all of them

-Roxie is so fucking horny lol. Tho I can't blame her, I would go rent to that video store everyday to talk to Kim or Hollie... and immediately choke and explode before a word comes out my mouth

-Also, fun fact: Hollie looks like a milf, but she's actually 26!

-Nice of that lady to apologize to Robot-01. He doesn't deserve all the mistreatment he gets, he's a good boi

Episode 4:

-Holy fuck this animation

-Bro, what is that song? XD

-'Edgar Wrong' XD XD XD

-Young Neil is a fucking treasure

💚 :3

-Straight Wallace is an anomaly that should not be allowed to exist

-Notorious heterosexual

-People are 100% saying some bullshit like, Lucas is only going out with her because he's secretly a pedo is only likes her because she's PLAYING a 17-year-old and that feeds his fetish

-Already saw a meme of the "My God!" clip, keep those coming people!

-Holy fuck this animation!!

-The paparazzi looking like cockroaches, nice

-I feel really bad for Lucas, he's actually a nice guy

-And then he fucking yeets a kid and steals his skateboard XD

-"Watch out guys, Vegan comin' through!"

Episode 5:

-I feel a little bad for Todd, but it's also so satisfying seeing this jackass, who thinks he can get away with anything because he's a rock star, get wrecked

-Weird the Vegan Police didn't show up to take away his powers tho; maybe they were informed of the situation and decided to give him a pass this time.

I really hope they expand on the whole concept of being Vegan in season 2

-Edit:

Envy: Hey, ask them what it feels like to always get his sloppy seconds?

Ramona: How does it feel-?

-I love how they expanded on the Stephen & Knives friendship :3

-I did not recognize Simon Pegg and Nick Frost until the end where they had the cornettos XD

Episode 6:

-Honestly, surprised they didn't bring up that Julie had a crush on Scott, and that's why she's always a bitch to him, specially because this is an anime, they can actually call her a tsundere!

And while we're on that, anyone think it's weird that nearly single girl in the comic had or still has a crush on Scott? Like, seriously? This asshole, really? And you just know that if it was a manga made in Japan, Stacie would have a goddamn bro-con complex with him

-Idk how I feel about them just glossing over Gideon just being an absolute monster; like yeah, Ramona was a bitch with most of her relationships and she does tend to run away from her problems, but Gideon was a manipulative, ego-centric, abusive piece of shit. I mean, the guy kept his 6 ex-girlfriends frozen in stasis for appearences or for whatever else he wanted, and he wanted to do the same to Ramona. I like him and Julie being assholes together, but seriously, I hope they touch on that in season 2

-Dude fuck those kids, I would give Gordon so much respect for actually trying that; I wish I had a third of his confidence

-I never knew I needed to see Captain America and The Spot being goofy friends until now

-I headcanon that one of the reasons why they had Matthew take over Gideon's company was so they could finally give him a job XD, tho it was always insinuated that he was in the army, because of the Private Rank patch on his jacket, which they removed in this version and that really sucka because I liked that little detail; it was also another reference to him being the 1st Evil Ex, because Private is the 1st rank in the military

-At least Ramona does recognize that what she did was messed up, even if the Twins were also being dicks, she should have just called them both out and be done with them

-Those fucking Vegan Robots man, I swear to God

Episode 7:

-When Old Scott spoke, I thought it was Ben Schwartz at first lol

-I love how the world isn't the cliché "terrible post apocalyptic world caused by something that happened to the main character", it just looks really crappy, which... yeah, accurate; the look everyone has just seems to be the current fad, they just embraced the post-apocalyptic looking world they live in.

Also that tech is not that advanced, they have hover vehicles and board, and holo-phones, that does seem like they kind of tech we could have in a few decades, maybe

-The fucking Virtual Boy XD XD XD, surprised Scott's eyes weren't on fire after staring into that thing

-Old Wallace is a fucking GILF

-That lucky motherfucker! He probably got the Switch for free!! 😬😬😬

-Nice Death Stranding reference

-Ramona changing her hair color every week was symbolic of her always running away from her problems, but I like that she keeps doing it in the future, just because she likes it

-Of course Future Ramona has fucking Back To The Future roller blades XD

-Both Ramonas are the same fucking size XD

-At first it felt that they just speedran Scott and Knives, but then again Scott probably read a little of Old Young Neil's auto-biography and figured things out. And since Knives wasn't as obsessed with Scott at this point it makes sense that she'd take this a lot better, Kim and Stephen probably helped her out too

-But at least she catharsis by seeing Scott and Ramona not being able to kiss XD

-Oh! And I just realized that she didn't waste her first kiss on Scott! 😃

Good for her!!

Episode 8:

-I think it's dumb they gave Knives her look from the comics without any reason. She only changed her look to look more appealing to Scott in the comics, and in the epilogue she's back to her normal look, like, at least have people mention the look and her saying that she's trying something new

Edit: I rewatched the whole thing and I just realized that Even Older Scott punched the highlights out of Knives' hair XD

-It's basically a meme at this point, but pls have the Katayanagi Twins do something! They had such a bigger role in the comics. At least I wanted to see their combo moves animated!

It's nice that the Exes are actually cheering for them to kiss, or maybe they're just teasing because they can't; either way it's nice

-Even Older Scott is Ramona's 8th evil ex. He debuts in the 8th episode and has studied the powers of all the other 7 Evil Exes along with his own, which adds up to 8.

Sucks he didn't actually use their powers, I would have loved it if he used Vegan Powers combined with mystical powers, maybe instead of Demon Hipster Chicks he summons little Nega Scotts, he has stronger skateboard tricks than Lucas, he some robot arms that can shoot lasers and can help him do the Twins' combo moves, but doubled

-Edit: The fact that Knives went for Ramona instead of Scott. CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!!!

-Even Older (Nega) Scott is just Evil Ryu and I fucking love it!!

-Even Older Scott's color scheme not only signifyes just how jaded and lost he's become, but also that Nega Scott has completely taken him over is just *chef's kiss*

-Edit: Todd still has the Wallace tattoo XD also his was my favorite attack, he just teleports and slams down, simple, but awesome

Also Even Older Scott defeated him with a headbutt

-Edit: It would've been funny if he had also punched Roxie in the boob again

-Every future character has "Old" in their name, but Ramona is just "Future Ramona", she will cut you if you call her old. Real missed opportunity to not call the oldest Ramona "Future Future Ramona".

"MILF" and "GILF Ramona" also would have been acceptable

-Sex Bob-Bomb became the new Crash and the Boys, except that instead of having an 8-year-old, they have a 17-year-old.

And Scott now has his actual girlfriend watching him perform

-Looks like Ramona actually enjoyed the stunt double gig. Good for her, tho honestly, she should have stuck with Netflix, Idk why, but I feel like they're gonna blow up at somepoint

-I like the idea of Lucas x Kim, but I would still prefer Knives x Kim, and my personal made-up ship: Lucas x Stacie. I just love big bois with cute smol gfs

-At first, it didn't make sense to see Todd and Roxie hanging out, but then I realized that just like Roxie, Todd was hurt by someone who treated their relationship like an un-important after-thought, a phase; and just broke it up like it was nothing, without any consideration for the other's feelings. And now that Roxie got closure with Ramona she's helping him to move on from this in a way healthier way than she did. (That and they're both gay) That is so fucking wholesome, I need to see them being friends in season 2 pls!! Also sucks she didn't interact much with Matthew, because Satya Bhabha said that he thinks Matthew and Roxie would be friends.

Also this was kinda foreshadowed in episode 2, at the end of Matthew and Gideon's fight, where she mentions wanting to get Vegan Powers after seeing how convinient they are. I need Half-Ninja, Vegan, Lesbian, now!!!!

-Wallace: Holy shit! True love does exist!?

-Ramona is finally gonna stop running away, so she keeps most of her hair as her natural color with a little green at the end to not forget her past and where she came from

-Get wait to see what Goose's game, but it must be in pretty early development, probably untitled even

SEASON 2 PLSSSSSS!!!!

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10, 25, 27?

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

I don't think any of my OWN writing has haunted me. I would say that something "haunting" me is when it keeps coming back into my mind, and there's a few bits of poetry that very much do, and even fewer bits of prose. (Tragically, the thing that usually sticks in my brain for ages are bits of standup)

Some of my faves tho:

"a year at most . . . we pretend to watch the hummingbirds" (my favorite haiku of all time)

"If one more person accuses me of wanting something, I’m going to lose it." (In Case I Have To Go Off T Someday by Danny Lavery)

The Orange by Wendy Cope

and then there's a bunch of stuff from Moby Dick ("Talk not to me of blasphemy, man; I’d strike the sun if it insulted me." "Wife? wife?—rather a widow with her husband alive! Aye, I widowed that poor girl when I married her, Starbuck" the whole scene where starbuck debates about killing Ahab in his sleep, everything about Pip....) Moby Dick made me insane actually??? in a good way. It rearranged my DNA tho

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

Just answering with OCs from my big oc-focused fanfic:

Morgan is into BDSM. (And, auxiliary to that, Hepsi would prefer to be called "Mistress" when she's domming, as opposed to like, "Mommy" or something. She's a milf and shes a dom but shes NOT a mommy dom) Eliot exclusively calls his parents "Mother" and "Father". Percy would love Magic the Gathering but sadly he lives in the 1890s. Jacob's mom is Italian American and ended up living in London mostly on accident

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

I don't know how stressful any of my writing has really been?? I mean, it was stressful when I was writing a lot of Onceler fandom fic, because the people whose OCs I was writing about were also reading the fic and enjoying it, but that was like. a decade ago. Recently, though, I think Jacob has been the character I've been the most stressed about, just because I couldn't figure out how I wanted to write him. He's an OC-ified canon character, who doesn't have a canonical name or background, and the only art you get of him is this:

So like... what do I make of this guy? I was conflicted for a long time, because I thought, from this art, he looked middle eastern, but given that his only appearance in the game is him doing terrorism, that seemed... idk Loaded in a way I didn't think was intended by the original writers. And given that he's doing terrorism backed by the Church against literal Hell, it seemed weird to make him any religion OTHER than Christian. So he went through a lot of iterations because I kept making decisions and then changing them when I realized they could have some really bigoted implications (or just, weird implications) before i settled on him being italian. But it was really frustrating to have to keep rewriting the same stuff over and over, especially since he's literally only in like. One chapter. Ah, the things I do for my art.

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Hi, hope you're well.

I found your art through zukka week with your everything goes wrong au and I have to say, I AM IN LOVE with your atla designs!!! I especially love the siberian influence with your version of sokka. I especially love your older sokka and zuko and suki designs. Your art is so beautiful and I just wanted to let you know that!

(ps. your middle aged zukki piece has actually rewritten my brain matter and it actually inspired me to draw more middle aged gaang (though it has paused because finals are kicking my butt))

Oh goodness oh wow jsfhglfhglkag thank you so much! I'm glad you like my atla designs so much, character design is my passion... AAA i'm super stoked about your kind words and praise, it really means a lot! And yes, the milf/dilf sandwich is perhaps the finest thing that my horny brain has produced on this here website.

Good luck with finals! You can achieve your goals!

[memecucker]

Should I play Azur Lane? Is the gameplay even good? I can't imagine it actually being entertaining unless you're one of those "history buff" neo nazi cucks who can tell you everything about tanks but doesn't know what the silk road was. I just found out that Azur Lane is set in a WWII AU. Why the fuck? I knew that there was some weird military propaganda looking shit. I knew that there are a couple eromangas with Azur Lane girls. THERE'S FUCKING HITLER HENTAI. PEOPLE ACTUALLY FUCKING DRAW WARSHIP GIRLS ENGAGING IN SEXUAL CONGRESS WITH ADOLF HITLER. AND IT'S. IT'S A THING. PEOPLE DO THAT. PEOPLE COMMENT ON IT. PEOPLE ACTIVELY ENGAGE WITH IT. WHAT THE FUCK?

Anyways. That gif you reblogged was kind of cute. I'm not super into cute girls, are there hot girls? Are there big tiddy warship girls? Warship WOMEN? Middle aged MOMMY warship women? Are there big tiddy warship women who will call me names? Please. I have to know. If there are milfs I gotta know. Also, do you have to know history? I don't know too much about WWII other than what you learn in the US public school system so I hope you don't have to know.

I haven’t played Azure Lane in awhile but I remember enjoying the gameplay

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10 things about meeee :) [not entirely ready to share my name quite yet lol]. Tagged by both @v3nusxsky and @cissyenthusiast010155, thanks!

I live in the United States I don’t find myself interesting at all, I don’t do much lol.

I have a lot of anxiety watching new shows and movies so I stick to the same ones I’ve seen dozens of times, which my girlfriend finds annoying lmao.

I met my AMAZING girlfriend through a group chat about MILFS.

I have really bad mommy and daddy issues from lots of problems in past (woo) but they all manifest as a love and hyperfixation for basically any attractive Middle Aged woman, including teachers and celebrities 😅

I actually got into writing because I not only found it as a good escape but because a teacher I really looked up to said that I showed great potential and that she loved my work and details. Ever since I’ve loved to write.

I’ll try anything once! (Take this as you will 😏)

I put on a facade of being an extrovert but I’m actually shy but I want people to like me.

I have BPD, and a few other things lol, so I use that to mirror people so I become friends with basically everyone. (Don’t let that fool you, I have a few friends I’m transparent with)

Message me! I’d love to talk with you guys and have some new friends on here! I’m still a newbie :)

I’m a huge fan of rock music, but I’ll listen to mostly everything. Except for EDM and Kpop (DONT COME FOR ME MY GF ALREADY DOES).

(Okay I so didn’t mean for this to be as depressing as it is, my bad 😅)

No Pressure Tags: @inlovewithgreta @pebbleswritessometimes @just-your-casual-nerd (and anyone else who wants to do it! Everyone else I’d tag has already been tagged lol)

10 things about yourself

Was Tagged by the wonderful : @willalovexx thank you!:)

I love playing basketball with friends and I love figure skating.

I have a dog named winter he's very dramatic,funny and kind his breed is a Rottweiler.

I love watching Netflix and writing on here, it's literally my passion tbh, I love writing, I've been doing it since I was 17. Even had an wattpad account but I will not be leaking that because it's cringe as fuck😭🤣

My first celebrity crush was jennifer aniston, then it moved to so many😭🤣I just love middle aged actresses :)

I have a editing account on tiktok : gwendele._ I don't really post anymore but I will be soon, feel free to check out my edits💕😌

I'm black, well more like mixed but anyway yh and I'm American and half caribean ♡

My favorite artists are: lana del rey, adele, the weekend, drake, Taylor swift, there's so much😭

Favorite food is barbecue chicken pizza and dessert will have to be molten chocolate cake, if you give me theses I will literally love you til the end of time😭🤣😌

I love my followers so much like seriously 💕🥺

And last but certainly not the least I love anything that screams romance/ romantic 😭🤣💕😌

No pressure taggs, I just love you guys and would like to know:): @daydream-cement @littledollll @inlovewithgreta @v3nusxsky @rosalynesimp @abbyromanoff @gwenzone @regalbootie

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tinder

pairing: au!baker!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

description: wanda’s been out of the dating scene for a long time, so she’s understandably nervous when her friend sets her up on tinder. she usually wouldn’t go for someone so much younger than herself, but it might be exactly what she needs.

warnings: kinda steamy?, tinder usage, legal age gap (wanda is almost 40, reader is around 24), alcohol, first date jitters, sensuality, milf!wanda (v much so a warning), TEXTING KEY: bold and italics = Y/n, bold = Wanda

words: 3.3K

date posted: 18/04/22

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“I’m telling you, my sex life has never been better,” Monica lowered her voice to Wanda as she leaned closer, careful to avoid the hot steam that rolled out of her mug, “I mean, I didn’t even realize how unsatisfied I was before.”

Wanda rolled her eyes, cheeks reddening at her shameless words in the middle of a busy café, “I’m sure James would love to hear that, Mon.”

This sort of conversation wasn’t out of the ordinary for the two women. They’d become close friends since Wanda had moved in across the street from Monica over a decade ago. The women had bonded quickly over their shared devotion to each of their young families, and Monica stood proudly at Wanda’s side throughout the proceedings of her divorce and everything that had happened since. Regardless, Wanda has been forced to sit and listen to the gruesome details of Monica’s (up until recently) boring sex life, this time pertaining the new status of her marriage as an open one. 

“Well I don’t hear him complaining. He’s probably even happier with this new little arrangement we have. Seriously Wanda, Tinder is a game changer for finding hot, meaningless, kinky sex. I can’t believe that you’re not into it all, I mean, it's been almost two years since the divorce with Vision.”

“Well,” Wanda flushed, fiddling with her fingers nervously, “I never said that I wasn’t.”

Monica’s eyes widened, “Wanda! And you didn’t tell me?”

Wanda shrugged, “I’ve had it for a while, but I’ve never really thought about actually using it. It’s been a while since the last time I’ve… you know. And I think it would just be very difficult for Billy and Tommy if they ever found out I was back on the dating scene… I just don’t think it's the right time.”

Monica placed her hand over Wanda’s on the table, “Hun, Billy and Tommy are big boys now, they can handle it. They’ve been good so far about the whole ‘coming out,’ haven’t they?”

“They have, but me actually introducing them to a girlfriend is much different than me just being gay.”

Monica guffawed, leaning back in her chair as she took a long sip of her steaming tea, “Who said anything about a girlfriend? Wand, you are a beautiful woman, and to be completely honest, there are literally hundreds of ladies who would kill to shag a MILF like you.”

“Please–” Wanda stifled her laugh through her fingers, “Please never call me that again.”

“Okay, okay,” Monica grasped Wanda’s phone off of the table, gesturing for her to unlock it, “Now let me see. I wanna hear all kinds of noise complaints from the neighbours in the weeks to come.”

Wanda hesitated, considering the idea of simply denying her the ability to peek at her profile, but tapped her short, glossy black fingernails over the screen and held it out for her to inspect. 

“That one’s cute… and that one is…” Monica chewed her bottom lips, “I’m sorry sweetheart, but you are never gonna get any with this profile.”

“What are you talking about?” Wanda furrowed her brow as she retracted her phone, defensively, “I like it.”

“These photos aren’t exactly screaming ‘I’m a good lay,’ babe. For God’s sake, you don’t even have a bio!” 

“I didn’t know what to– Hey! What are you doing?”

“Just fixing you up,” Monica began scrolling through her photos, “Do you not have any pictures that aren’t of the boys– Oh, well hello…”

“Monica, that’s a bit much,” Wanda warned, “That’s a Halloween costume!”

“Yes, and it’s the only one that shows even an inch of cleavage, so it’s the one that we’re going with. Now for the bio… What do you think?”

Wanda read over the words in horror, snatching her phone away hastily, “Monica! ‘Recently divorced, looking for fun’?” 

“It’s straight to the point,” Monica shrugged, “Fine, you do the bio then, but do not touch the pictures.”

“Alright…” Wanda thought for a moment before she finally began typing, “How does this sound?”

“Hmm, ‘Sokovian, mother of two, just looking to get back out there’,” Monica nodded approvingly, “Also straight to the point. Nice touch of mentioning that you have an accent, the ladies love that. This’ll work.”

“More coffee, ladies?”

Wanda was nearly caught off guard by the dazzling smile that she was met with as she glanced up at the waitress. The girl was young, probably less than a decade older than Wanda’s own children, and the woman almost felt guilty as she found herself simply unable to look away. 

“Please,” Monica smiled at the waitress.

She quickly filled Monica’s cup to the brim, then turned back to Wanda with raised brows, “And yourself?”

Wanda snapped herself out of the trance, “Uh, no thank you.”

The girl smiled at her again, “‘Course, just give me a shout if you need anything.”

Wanda’s eyes followed the girl as she disappeared behind the counter, even after she’d escaped her sight. She’d seen her around before, hell, she’d seen her working at that very café dozens of times, and she knew that she was only working there while she was on her summer vacation from university. Her name was Y/n, and though she didn’t know the specifics, she knew that she was only in her early twenties, while Wanda had just celebrated her thirty-ninth birthday.

Wanda had begun choosing that very café for meetings such as this simply so that she could thrive in the minimal interactions that they would have. She hated herself for acting like a lovestruck teenager, fawning after someone who most definitely wouldn’t be interested, but she also liked to rationalise with herself. Wanda was a divorcée, one that had only publicly come out as a lesbian just over a year beforehand, and hadn’t had any action beyond the work of her trusty vibrator since long before the divorce. There was nothing wrong with a little crush, even if it made her feel like some sick perv. 

“Wanda, are you listening?” Monica’s dark eyes caught Wanda’s, suddenly aware of her disengagement.

“Oh, sorry, Mon,” Wanda shook her head, “Just got caught up thinking about everything that I’ve gotta get done this week.”

“Girl, you’ve really gotta go on a vacation or something. I swear, those boys of yours are running you down to the bone,” A wicked smirk grew on her glossy lips, “But you know what else would help? Sex. Sex makes everything just so much better, and you are going to have some. Look at this, you’ve already got nine likes.”

Wanda took her phone from her friend’s hands, scrolling through the profiles that had liked her. Some of them were very attractive, but their bios made it clear that they were looking for another woman to surprise their husbands or hardcore BDSM, neither of which was she prepared for. She continued to scan the profiles over the next few days, making a few matches with respectable women, though none were exactly what she had in mind. She tried to remember what Monica had told her, who said anything about a girlfriend?, though she just wasn’t interested in a meaningless fling with someone who she genuinely didn’t care for. Then, as she swiped through the profiles one evening while she finally found herself relaxing in a steaming hot bubble bath, her phone just scarcely missed being dropped into the water as her thumb tapped the screen to enhance the profile, cheeks heating at the sight of the girl photographed in front of her. 

It was Y/n. Her profile was filled with various photos of her, some alone where she was posing somewhat seductively, and others where she wore that very same blinding grin on her face as she’s surrounded by friends. Her profile encapsulated her radiance, and Wanda’s finger mindlessly hit the little green heart in the corner, causing her eyes to widen in panic. She had not budgeted for Tinder Gold, so there was simply no going back. Wanda wanted to scream into her pillow, cry, do anything that any heartbroken teenager would do out of embarrassment. Then, the screen lit up in green letters; IT’S A MATCH!

For the following few days, she continuously hovered her finger over the keyboard, wanting to send a message in greeting but never knowing what to say. Would you respond? What if it was all a joke, get the sad, lonely mom all excited over nothing. She simply decided to avoid going to that coffee shop at all costs in fear that she would just melt into a little puddle on the floor under her gaze, which would only cause Y/n even more inconvenience, as she would have to clean it up. 

By Friday morning, Wanda was back in that café with Monica before work. Y/n hadn’t been working that morning, which was a blessing to her. Instead, she sat in silence, staring into her dark coffee thoughtlessly as Monica updated her on her new promotion at work.

“What’s the matter with you?” 

“Huh?”

Monica rolled her eyes, “Let me guess, you’ve been sketching yourself out on Tinder?”

Wanda sighed, leaning back in her chair as she laced her fingers together, “What’s your thoughts on dating someone younger?”

Monica narrowed her eyes, “How much younger are we talking here?”

Wanda tilted her head from side to side, “About fourteen years.”

“Wanda!” Monica laughed, “Please don’t tell me that you’ve gotten wrapped up in becoming a sugar mama or whatever.”

“No, no,” Wanda chuckled, “It’s just… There's this girl, and she is about fourteen years younger than me, and as I say that out loud I’m realising how horrible that must sound.”

“No, no,” Monica touched her arm, “It doesn’t. Maybe it’s a bigger difference than most couples, but that doesn’t matter if you really like this girl. Is that what you’re going for? A relationship?”

“I think so,” Wanda frowned, “I don’t know, I’m not very good at this. With Vision, everything was just so easy.”

“That’s because you started dating when you were seventeen and you were trying to pretend to be straight. Real relationships, ones that last, they aren’t easy.”

Wanda hummed, glancing down at her watch and jumping in shock at the displayed time, “Shit, it’s almost nine! I’ve gotta get to the store, Mon, I’m so sorry.”

She quickly bid farewell to her friend and left a few bucks on the table, rushing out the door in a desperate attempt to get to work on time. She swore, digging through her purse for her keys, not finding them anywhere amongst the contents of her bag. 

“Hey!” A melodious voice called after her, “You dropped your keys!”

She turned on her heel, eyes meeting a glowing figure in the morning light as Y/n jogged towards her, car keys in hand. Wanda’s tongue felt numb as she took her in; She was dressed comfortably, wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a matching hoodie and a pair of sandals, but she looked even more beautiful than the other times that Wanda had seen her, when her beauty and personality was constricted to the beige uniform she wore at work. 

“These are yours, right?” She extended them to her as she finally stopped merely a foot away. 

“Uh,” Wanda stared for a moment longer before finally responding, “Yes, yes. Thank you. You literally just saved my life… well, my job, anyways.”

“Hey, no problem.” Y/n smiled at her as she turned to continue on her way, “Have a good day, then.”

“Thank you,” She murmured, “You too.”

Wanda always tried her best to avoid using her phone at work for anything other than emergencies, but over the next hour, she checked Y/n’s profile three times simply just to compare how her smile was even more radiant in person, and she dropped to the floor behind the confectionary case when she caught sight of the notification telling her that she had received a new message. 

hey, hope I saved your job on time this morning :)

Wanda bit her lip, thinking over a good response while simultaneously trying to act as if she was actually doing her job and not extremely close to human combustion. She wanted to appear unbothers, suave even. Wanda definitely didn’t want it to be clear how big of a crush she’d been harbouring for the younger woman for weeks now. 

You certainly did. I feel like I owe you.

well if you insist… maybe over dinner and drinks?

Wanda felt her heart jump to her throat. 

Sounds great! When are you free?

call me eager, but I’m off at five-thirty tonight… 

Works for me! See you then.

The rest of the work day passed by slower than usual. Wanda impatiently watched the clock slowly tick by, like torture as Wanda’s mind raced. What would she wear? How would she compose herself? It was hard enough to act cool over the phone, but in person would be a completely different story. 

By three o’clock, Wanda had done the bare minimum of her work on top of her inner turmoil, giving more attention to the detail for the evening. Monica, whose words seemed to jump through the screen at her after hearing about Wanda’s date, had agreed to have Tommy and Billy over for a sleepover with her own kids so Wanda was able to go without worrying about them for the evening. 

Throughout the afternoon, Y/n had messaged her to suggest a few places, and they agreed to meet around seven at a small bistro across town, and around six-fifty, Wanda sat in the parking lot, nervously hammering her fingers into her thigh as she worked up the courage to head inside, finally giving herself one last glance in the mirror before crossing the lot with a purposeful stride.

“Good evening,” The hostess greeted, “Do you have a reservation?”

“Uh,” She cleared her throat, suddenly aware of how dry her mouth had become, “I’m actually meeting somebody?”

“Wanda!” Y/n called from the bar, raising her hand to wave her over with a large grin across her painted lips. 

Wanda smiled politely at the hostess as she slipped past, wiping her palms along the sides of her pants. She admired her appearance as she came closer, dressed nicely in darker colours and accented by the bright red of her lips. She stood to greet her, opening her arms to give her a loose hug before inviting her to sit. A single glass of some pink blended drink sat on the bar, condensation rolling down the side to create a puddle on the bartop.

“You look great,” Y/n indiscreetly ogled the older woman, eyes dropping to get a full look at how the red pantsuit accentuated her figure.

“Thank you,” Wanda flushed, “So do you. I hope you haven’t been waiting too long.”

“Not at all, I just got here myself,” Y/n shook her head, glancing at the glass in front of her, “Sorry I didn’t order you anything just yet, I didn’t really know what you would like.”

“No worries,” Wanda struggled to hide her grin behind the cocktail menu, pleased at how equally nervous the younger girl sounded, “What did you get?”

Y/n pushed the glass towards her, “I asked the bartender to surprise me with something fruity. I think it’s some sort of daiquiri, you can try it if you want.”

Wanda accepted, holding eye contact with her as she lifted the straw into her mouth, slurping some of the sweet liquid into her mouth and letting out a small moan of approval, “Mmm, that’s good.”

A small giggle shook Y/n’s body, “I know. Do you want me to grab one for you?”

Wanda raised her brows, “I thought I was supposed to be buying?”

She smirked, turning on her stool to face the bartender, “You can get the next one.”

Wanda thanked the bartender as she slid the drink over to her, turning back to her date as she took a long drink, “So what do you do, aside from serving me coffee almost every morning.”

“Well I’m in university right now,” Y/n began, “I just finished up my third year at Rutgers. I’m majoring in gender studies, but I’m hoping to get into a decent law school afterwards.”

“Oh wow, that's actually very interesting. I actually thought about law when I was younger, but by the time I was out of high school, I had completely different plans.”

“Oh yeah? So what do you do now?”

“I actually own a bakery.”

“Oh my God, that is so cool!” 

Wanda’s cheeks reddened at both the excitement that the girl presented to her and the softness of her fingers against Wanda’s own flesh. The date felt relaxing and exhilarating at the same time, enjoying the youthful glow that she felt from simply being in Y/n’s presence. The evening was much less tense than she had anticipated as conversation flowed easily and they bonded over similar interests, though Wanda thought that she had made a major mistake after she mentioned Billy and Tommy, though Y/n didn’t appear to be bothered at all, which caused Wanda’s heart to swell.

Wanda insisted on paying the bill, despite Y/n’s offer to at least let her pay half, and almost jumped out of her own skin as Y/n’s hand made contact with her lower back as she led her out of the bar. 

“Well this was fun,” Wanda wasn’t entirely sure how to go about the ending part of the date, especially because she didn’t actually want it to end, “We should, I mean, would you want to do it again sometime?”

Y/n grinned widely, taking a step closer to the older woman and staring at her through her lashes as she parted her lips just slightly, “I would love to do this again sometime.”

Wanda exhaled heavily, flushing at the clear invitation as she admired her beauty up close. She raised her hand, running her finger tips over her hair and tracing over the column of her throat so that she could gently cup her jaw and guide Y/n’s lips to meet her own. 

Neither of them moved for several beats, absorbing the simple pleasure of such an embrace before both began to softly move their lips in sync. Y/n’s fingers gripped onto Wanda’s waist, squeezing her snugly as she moved impossibly closer to press her own body against her. Small shockwaves sparked over Wanda’s entire body at the contact, and she had to physically force her body to restrain the moan that threatened to escape her throat as Y/n’s tongue met with her lips, tracing over it with feather-light pressure until Wanda finally allowed her to slip it inside. 

Their lips separated with heaving breaths from both parties, though they did not move away from one another entirely. Wanda rested her forehead against Y/n’s, touching her cheek gingerly.

“That was,” Y/n giggled, “That was cool.”

Wanda laughed at the juvenile response, “It was very cool.”

Nerves began to eat away at Wanda’s gut as she considered what she would do next. Her body craved for more, for the date to continue on throughout the night, preferably at her house, where there were no teenage boys waiting for her. 

“So,” She cleared her throat, “I don’t normally do this sort of thing, and I don’t mean to be too forward or anything… But would you want to come back to my place?”

Y/n smiled shyly at her before nodding eagerly and allowing her to pull her along to the car, mentally preparing herself for the activities to come. Wanda grinned to herself, pleased with herself for finally getting back into the dating scene, and also having a sex life to report to Monica.

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[a-little-gay-identity-crisis]

I love this season so goddamn much. We all know this. 

But the roasts are always my favorite, and the challenge that I would most like to do. 

Seeing as I will never be blessed enough to work with any of these talented people, I wrote my own roast set. 

Jaida, jaida, jaida. You always say “Look Over There!” But baby, only one eye moves at a time. 

The Vivienne. You say you take your fashion inspiration from luxury. I think it’s actually from Britain. More specifically, the loo. 

If viv and trinity fucked and had a baby, it would be a goddamn off brand brats doll. 

Trinity the truck isn’t the right nickname. This bitch is so full of semen she should change her name to Trinity the Truck Stop Michelle Visage Got Famous At. 

Raja thinks she’s such a fashion diva but bitch did you win either sewing challenge? Or ever get tooted on fashion photo review? No, but you won a lip sync against Jinkx. Whoop de fucking do. Oh wait….

Its so hard to roast Jinkx, because I’m so goddamn attracted to her. But I respect that she’s married. So let's just call this a spit roast for now. 

And no that’s not just a weight joke but Jinkx could crush me with them damn thighs shit

Jinkx monsoon is such a fucking gremlin that if you feed her pb and j past midnight, she’ll go so absolutely batshit that the judges will be too scared to stop her from winning everything

Jinkx monsoon is such a middle aged lesbian that whenever Rodger says something about her goddamn Sauvignon Blanc she’s already at the box wine section at Whole Foods

Jinkx monsoon is such a milf that she has a cult of little queers ollowing her every word which would be creepy if… no it’s just creepy

Speaking of creepy… hello Yvie. I don’t want to talk about your dick because dicks are gross. But if your dad ever asks, I’ll be straight for him. 

Yvie says she’s a top. I say she’s a bitch ass liar.  If that were true, she’d have been reported for abuse by now because no one would be able to walk

You know, I actually listen to her music a lot. Every time a song ends, I’m so happy. Because whatever I’m going through at the time seems so under control compared to whatever the fuck that god awful racket was. 

Monet x change’s name sounds so rich and luxurious, but when you look at that ass and think for a little bit you realize she’s just a hooker. 

Last place- I mean last on my list is miss shady coulady. Shea, you are just so damn gorgeous I can’t even stand to look at you. Or maybe it’s just because your skin is so shiny it’s blinding me. Or maybe it’s just your beautiful smile. Goddamn it, I can’t roast you, so PLEASE JUST DESTROY ME. PLEASE

Thank you if you’ve read my shit this far because I know it’s not funny, but I’m so depressed it cracks me the hell up. You know what they say, if you can’t roast yourself, how the hell you got roast someone else.

[mommy-imagines]

Pretty Boy - part. 3

Content: Mommy Kink. Sugar Mommy. MILF. Protectiveness. Emotional Hurt/Comfort. Insecure Atsumu. Age-play. Diapers. Breastfeeding.

Words: 3.705

A/n: This chapter is to introduce Atsumu to the idea of letting his walls down with Mommy and fully trusting her. There is no smut, but the next one will, for sure.

Atsumu kept his head lowered, pulled his hood over his head, low enough to cover part of his eyes, he was suddenly glad beyond words for Mommy having made him wear sunglasses; There were reporters and paparazzis surrounding the entrance of the place where they held their practices and even worse than the blinding flashes of the cameras were the yells from all sides. Atsumu felt himself freezing to the spot when they finally identified him and instantly he was surrounded. He felt trapped and he didn’t like it one bit.

He didn’t know what to do but then, as if materializing from thin air, Mommy was by his side, her hand firm on the small of his back and her security team forming a wall between them and the screaming reporters, “Ma’am, over here! How long have the two of you been together?” Atsumu cringed, all that he wanted at that moment was to be back home with Mommy, curled up on the large couch in the conservatory, the big windows letting the sun in, he liked the pretty flowers that were placed all around the room.

“Baby?” He heard Mommy’s voice directly on his ear and turned to look at her, he was wearing sunglasses but she just knew that his eyes were wide and frightened, “You’re going to keep your head down and follow me, okay?” She posed it as a question but it was a statement, really. Atsumu nodded and leaned back on her hand. Mommy looked at one of her security guards and then they were quickly walking across the sea of camera flashes and screaming people.

“Are you okay?” Was the first thing that Mommy said as soon as they were safely inside. Her assistant, Alexa, was somehow also there and Mommy handed her her purse and her coat, reaching for Atsumu’s gym bag and handing it to Alexa as well. She largely ignored the other people present, eyes scanning over Atsumu, looking for any sign of him being hurt. Atsumu drew in a shaky breath, looked down and fuck but his hands were trembling; Mommy reached up to his face and took off his sunglasses, her expression turning stormy the moment she identified the look in his eyes as pure distress and panic, “Okay, baby,” She said, her voice pitched low enough only for them to hear it, “You’re okay, no one’s going to hurt you, no one’s even going to touch you; Do you want to go home? All you have to do is say the word and we’re going,” She assured him, right hand cupping his cheek, her forehead touching his own.

Atsumu swallowed around the lump on his throat and shook his head, “I’m okay,” He offered, even if his voice was rough, “I’m going to be okay.” He corrected himself at her disbelieving look.

She gave him one last assessing look before turning around, eyes sharp and furious, “Is anyone going to tell me just what the hell was that circus out there?” She demanded. The room turned silent, enough that it was possible to hear a pin drop, suddenly no one could meet her eyes. Mommy pressed her lips together. “Alexa?” She prompted and her PA was by her side in seconds, having transferred the previously handed objects to someone from the security team.

“It seems that the tabloids have received pictures from the two of you out around town last Friday, ma’am; We have been getting calls all morning asking for an exclusive interview.” She informed, and Mommy didn’t look all too happy.

“Alright,” She sighed, eyes roaming around the room filled with team’s executives and players alike, she turned back to Atsumu, “I suppose that you need to go to practice, I need to get to the office, if Alexa is right about this, my day is going to be hell; What time is practice over?”

Atsumu cleared his throat, still a bit shaken and very much uncomfortable having all eyes on him like that, when he was so vulnerable, “Four thirty.” He informed her, the unsaid Mommy, stay, please don’t leave me here alone! was heard loud and clear by the two of them, for Mommy’s eyes turned sorrowful suddenly.

“Okay, I’ll send a car, Richard is my second driver, he’ll be waiting for you; Also, Vladmir, Maxim!” She called two security guards that were standing near the door; Atsumu chanced a look at them and, sure enough, they were taller than him, packed with muscles that even dressed in suits were possible to see, Mommy kept looking at them, but her hand was rubbing small circles on his shoulder, Atsumu leaned into the comforting touch, “The two of you will stay here with him, don’t let any of those vultures out there near him, do you understand me?” Her voice was stern and authoritative and if it was any other moment than this one, Atsumu would get aroused just by hearing it. But, alas, he was still very much shaken from the shitstorm outside and very much self conscious being on the spotlight.

“Yes, ma’am; They won’t touch a hair on his head.” One of them answered, voice gruff.

“You better hope so,” Mommy responded and then she turned back to Atsumu, her eyes instantly becoming gentle again and her voice turning low so no one else would hear it, “Baby, Mommy needs to go, but if at any moment you feel uncomfortable and want to leave, or if anyone here says anything to you, you can call me, doesn’t matter the time, and I’ll come and get you, okay?” She assured him, her voice not louder than a whisper, but all that he could muster back was a nod, blinking fast enough so no tears would come, “Okay, I’ll see you later,”

And with that, Mommy was calling Alexa back to her side, her own security team, and was out of the door. Atsumu felt a moment of panic when he realized that not only was he alone and away from Mommy when all that he wanted was to be held, but on top of everything he didn’t have a clue as to where Alexa had dropped his gym bag. He turned to the side to go look for it, but one of his new guards handed it to him, “Here, sir;” He said, voice rough but respectful. It made Atsumu feel weird, being addressed like that and in front of people. This whole day just felt off.

“Thank you,” He said nonetheless, because the day might have taken a turn for the worst and he might be on the verge of a complete meltdown, but he was still Mommy’s good boy and Mommy always said that he had to remember his manners because he was a polite boy. Atsumu swallowed again, shouldered his bag and turned around, walking through the sea of people on the foyer, he didn’t lower his head but man, did he want to. He kept going until he reached the changing rooms.

Once he made sure that it was empty, Atsumu allowed himself to sink back against his locker, eyes falling closed and head banging against the metal. He took in a shuddering breath, brought up a hand to rub against his eyes firmly, determined not to cry in the middle of so many people who, clearly, already had more than enough reason to talk about him. Atsumu wanted to curse, just under his breath, a way to try and unwind, but then again, Mommy didn’t like it when he used bad words, said that that was no language for a good little boy to be throwing around. He was screwed.

“‘Tsumu?” He heard a tentative voice sounding from the changing room’s door and forced his eyes to blink open, he turned his head and was faced with Bokuto, Omi and Hinata, all looking at him with shock just barely concealed by their worry, “Are you alright? That shit was crazy outside, maybe you should sit down, man,” Bokuto said and Atsumu gave him a small smile.

“I’m doing good,” He offered, cleared his throat when his voice sounded much too rough to his own ears and didn’t miss the concerned looks that his friends traded, “But thank you; How are things out there?” He asked, motioning to the rest of the gym.

Omi’s eyes were watching him closely but Atsumu was grateful when he humored him with a small grin, “Executives are going crazy, mostly,” His rushed to add more when Atsumu’s eyes grew big hearing that, “Not in a bad way! No! They’re talking about how to turn the press around and how it is actually good press to the team;”

Atsumu nodded slowly, “In the end, they’re all just very much worried about making sure that your girlfriend doesn’t turn her rage to them, I think that I’ve heard something about doubling security. They're all terrified of her!" Hinata added and Atsumu shifted in place. He did not like to inconvenience people at all and now not only was Mommy having to go out of her way but also people he worked with!

He longed for Mommy and he wished that he could just call her and go home - But he knew that he had to stay for practice. They had important games coming soon, plus he didn’t want to give everyone else even more reason to talk about him behind his back, “I suppose that I should change, then;” Atsumu threw them a small smile, grabbed his uniform and went to do just that.

/*/

They were having a small break, just enough time so everyone could catch their breath and drink some water. He was sitting down on a bench, head between his hands, just resting, when he felt his phone vibrate beside him. He turned to reach it, the ID said Mommy 💖 and showed a picture of Mommy hugging him from behind, his face tucked against her neck and a big smile on her face. Bokuto was sitting directly to his side and Omi and Hinata were standing up in front of them, if any of them saw the phone’s screen, none of them said anything about it and Atsumu was grateful for it, especially because he caught the shocked looks they all suddenly tried to hide.

He grabbed his phone, answered the call and went to a corner of the court so no one would overhear his conversation, but he was acutely aware of his teammates staring curiously after him.

Mommy wanted to know how he was feeling, how was practice going, did anyone say anything to him or did he want to go home? Atsumu reassured her repeatedly that he was fine, as far as possible, and that no, no one had said anything to him, at least not to his face.

(He didn’t mention how he had walked by just in time to see a group of his coworkers going over the pictures from the tabloids from their day out shopping, calling him a sugar baby and saying that at least he made good eye candy.) (He didn’t mention that because he knew that if he did, Mommy would drive down immediately; Still, he knew that he needed to tell Mommy about it at some point, because it made him sad and made his eyes sting with unshed tears and one of Mommy’s rules was to never keep secrets from Mommy, especially when they made him sad.)

They said their goodbyes, Mommy told him to hang on just a little longer and then he could go home and she would meet him there and they could cuddle with Toulouse and he could nurse from Mommy.

Atsumu had to say goodbye quickly after that, because thinking about that made his brain feel fuzzy and he couldn’t afford that.

He joined the others and pretended not to notice when the conversations suddenly came to a halt.

/*/

When practice finally ended, Atsumu was the first one out of the court and into the showers, quickly washing himself clean from the sweat, gritting his teeth because he liked it best when Mommy was the one to wash him clean, always in the bathtub with the water the perfect temperature and smelling nice and with bubbles. He scrubbed his hair harder.

Atsumu was quick to pat himself dry and to pull on his clothes. Skinny jeans and a hoodie; Both were gifts from Mommy from the day that they went shopping, one of the bags with Armani printed on it on the many pictures splayed across the tabloids was the one that had been holding his current attire.

“‘Tsumu, wait a moment!” Bokuto called for him and Atsumu noticed that his teammates were just walking past him to enter the changing room while he was ready to bolt, “We just wanted to ask you man, if you’re happy,” Bokuto was looking at him with wide eyes painfully earnest. Atsumu looked to Hinata and to Omi and both of them had similar expressions. “We’re just asking because all day you have been on edge, it's all.”

“I am, I promise,” Atsumu smiled at them, it was a small smile, but a smile nonetheless, “I’m just still a bit shaken from this morning, was not expecting that crowd at all,” He forced himself to give a short laugh, “But yes, I’m happy, I really am.” He told them, prayed to god that his voice sounded as sincere as he felt.

They stared at him for a few seconds and then he was met with three matching grins, “Good! So if you’re happy, we’re happy too!” Hinata told him happily, coming forward to give him a hug, “Also man, I might be jealous of you, she’s just… wow!” He ended, nodding appreciatively, and Atsumu had to exercise some restraint because that was his Mommy! No one else was allowed to think about his Mommy like that! But Hinata didn’t know that and he was being a good friend, so Atsumu laughed softly and nodded at him.

“Does ‘Samu know?” Omi asked him and Atsumu looked down guiltily.

“I suppose that now he does know, but we were planning on inviting him over for dinner this weekend so we could tell him ourselves; Bit too late for that now, I suppose,” Atsumu confessed, mind working a mile a minute trying to figure it out his brother’s reaction. His phone had blown up earlier with texts from ‘Samu, but he didn’t have the nerve to look them over.

“I’m sure it’ll be just fine.” Bokuto told him and was about to say something else when one of Atsumu’s new bodyguards (he couldn’t wrap his head around that concept) appeared by their side.

His hands were crossed firmly in front of him, his shoulders were squared, and he said something on his earpiece before turning forward and looking at Atsumu, “Sir, the driver is here and your car is ready, there is still a crowd upfront so we have worked with the team’s security crew and will be leaving by the back door. We have orders to work around the media so as to not let them get near you and then to take you straight home. Whenever you’re ready to leave, just let me know.” He informed him, voice professional.

Atsumu turned to his friends to say goodbye, all that he really wanted was for Mommy to cradle him close, maybe rock him a bit, but his friends were watching him with raised eyebrows and big grins, “I suppose that I could definitely get used to living like that,” Bokuto joked before coming forward and friendly slapping his shoulder, “Go on man, I bet that you must be drained from this hell of a day, if you need anything, just text me, alright?”

Atsumu nodded and looked at his friend, “Yeah, thanks man,” He smiled. He bid his friends goodbye and followed Maxim as he guided him through the building and out of the back door, straight inside one of Mommy’s town cars.

As Atsumu sinked into the leather seats, he felt his eyes closing. Not much longer now and then he could curl up in Mommy’s lap with his best friend and forget all about this damned day.

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When he got home, Atsumu went straight to Mommy’s bedroom; Undressing quickly and immediately hiding completely under the soft covers. He felt exhausted and sooner rather than later, his cheeks were flushed pink and were wet with his tears.

He didn’t really know why it was that he was crying, it wasn’t like he had never been the center of attention before, but maybe it was the fact that he felt exposed and raw. So wrapped up in his own spiraling thoughts that he was, that it took Mommy pulling him into her lap for him to notice that he was no longer alone, “Oh, baby;” Mommy cooed, rocking him slowly and smoothing his blonde hair back and away from his face, tsking when he gasped for air, “Baby, it’s okay, you’re okay, Mommy is right here and Mommy isn’t leaving,” She cooed at him for long moments, his large hands balling into tight fists where they were bunching up the fabric of her silk shirt.

Mommy continued to hold him close and to rock him slowly until he was all cried out, only then reaching for the bedside table for a baby wipe that Atsumu was not sure where it came from, cleaning his face from tears and wiping his nose, “Are you feeling better, baby?” She asked him, bright eyes looking down at him in worry.

“A bit,” Was his response, voice hoarse from crying, hand coming up to rub his eyes, “How was your day, Mommy?” He asked, voice small.

Mommy looked at him with a small frown, but indulged him nonetheless, “It was fine, as far as it could be; A lot of calls asking for interviews,” She rolled her eyes before sighing softly, “But we won’t be doing any of those, so there’s no need to worry over that.” She informed him and Atsumu felt a bit calmer with that piece of information, “Have you eaten anything?” She frowned heavily when he shook his head no, “I’ll ask the cook to make you something, nothing too heavy,”

“I’m not hungry, Mommy,” He told her, “Can we just cuddle and eat later?” He asked and she hated with a passion how small and unsure his voice sounded.

“Okay, baby,” She conceded, “But you’re eating dinner later on,” Mommy’s tone didn’t allow any objections and Atsumu just nodded; He studied her face when she bit her lower lip as if thinking, before bringing her hand to caress his warm face, “Baby, Mommy wants to try something a bit different tonight; You might not like it at first, but Mommy really thinks that it’ll help you relax, do you remember how you felt last Friday when you nursed from Mommy for the first time?”

Atsumu frowned a bit and Mommy smoothed it over with gentle fingers, “Felt fuzzy, weird but not a bad weird,” He responded, hands coming up to play with the pearls around her neck, hazel eyes studying it intently and Mommy smiled down at him.

“It’s called a little headspace, darling,” She said, hand continuing its motion on his cheek, “That is when you go into a headspace of an age younger than your biological one,” She told him, shushed him softly and held him a bit tighter when he hid his face on her neck, “There’s no need to feel embarrassed, baby; Mommy wanted you to feel like that, didn’t you feel safe? Like you could just relax and let Mommy take care of you?” She hummed once he nodded hesitantly against her neck, hand coming up to cup the back of his head, “Well, now Mommy wants to try something else that might make it easier for you to slip right back into that headspace. Mommy knows that you had a very stressful day, and I think that my little boy deserves to relax now,”

Atsumu swallowed thickly, arms wrapping around Mommy’s middle as he tried to burrow closer to her. He knew that he should feel weirded out, maybe fight this entire dynamic, but should he really? Mommy had done nothing but care for him all this time, she never let him down and she never allowed him to feel self-conscious. He felt Mommy’s fingers cupping his chin until his eyes were meeting hers, he knew that his cheeks were bright red, “Okay, Mommy,” He said, trusting her with yet another aspect of his life.

Mommy kissed his lips softly, gave him a bright smile, “Okay, baby, lay down on the bed, Mommy will be right back;” She said and Atsumu moved to do as told. His eyes watched her with rapt attention as she disappeared inside the walk-in closet and came back with a large bag. She offered him a kind smile as she showed him the first object and Atsumu felt himself go numb with embarrassment as he identified it as a changing mat. Mommy patted his hip softly and he raised his body just enough for her to place it underneath him, “You know, baby; Mommy thinks that maybe you should have your friend with you,” Her voice was tender as she handed him Toulouse and immediately Atsumu hid his face on the soft orange fur. He closed his eyes tightly and felt himself floating away, barely processing Mommy’s actions as she wiped him down, powdered his privates and taped the diaper around his hips.

It was only when Mommy was moving him again, cradling him close to her chest and guiding his mouth to her nipple that Atsumu allowed himself to assess the feeling of having the puffy garment wrapped around him. He felt oddly comfortable - safe, even. He closed his eyes again, brought his stuffie up so it was smushed between his chest and Mommy’s and allowed himself the solace of being in Mommy’s arms.

He fell asleep soon after and Mommy allowed him to break the rule of never skipping meals.

[butterfly-boi]

I'm currently on season 3 so somebody's might not be true but I really don't care

Yuga Aoyama- his father is a truck driver his mother is a costume designer she had a hand in designing all nights costume he is the middle child of two sisters and practically lives and a matriarch his father is usually working

Mina Ashido- her mother Wears the pants in the the house her dad is a house husband she also has an older sister and they can't stand each other

Tsuyu Asui- I am well aware that she has siblings A little brother and a little sister their father is an accountant and their mother is a elementary teacher actually some of the students may recognize her because she was their teacher

Tenya Ida- I'm well aware that he has an older brother and he's technically the baby of the family anyway he is a mama's boy he just has that energy he is also a huge snitch when he was little he used to tell on his brother all the time even for a little mundane things

Ochaco Uraraka- she's broke as shit we all know that this isn't even a head cannon I just want to say that I fucking hate her parents why the fuck would you put all that responsibility on your fucking child Like why the hell does she have to worry about your financial endeavors That's not her responsibility

Mashirao Ojiro-this man has two younger sisters they adore him they look up to him they want to be him their mother works as a nurse and his father has passed after he left to UA he frequently writes letters and sends them toys when he gets the chance

Denki Kaminari- he adores his dad and loves to hang out with him even though he is kind of a deadbeat and a loser and relies on his wife to take care of the housework but also makes the most money denki is aware of this but he chooses to ignore it

Eijiro Kirishima- his dad is the absolute coolest he may look intimidating but he is the sweetest man he's a role model to Eijiro he pushes him and wants him to improve he works out with him and always an inspiration to him he never pushes him over the edge but he tries to surpass his limit every time he gets the chance (his mom is also a milf)

Koji Koda- he is also a mama's boy and he's an only child and he never really developed good communication skills. He considers his mom his best friend he also has a pet turtle that he talks to at night when he feels lonely

Rikido Sato- He's a splitting image of his father down to his big lips if you didn't want to be a hero he would definitely want to be a baker just like his mom He's actually planning on writing a cookbook after he graduates

Mezo Shoji- He's a country boy he lives on the farm in a rural area he The oldest of five siblings he takes care of most of them when his parents are out working in the fields He's very protective of them all he passed the mantle of caregiver to his second oldest little brother after he went to UA

Kyoka Jiro- her dad is a musician kind of he had a one hit wonder back in the '80s and everything just went downhill from that he got married to his manager and they had a kid and now they live in the suburbs she has a big brother but he just kind of dipped after he graduated high school they didn't really know where he is

Hanta Sero- he definitely has a little sister and they always fight all the time to the point where it drives their mom crazy his dad is a pro hero and his mom owns a small market in the city

Fumikage Tokoyami- You think his family is just as dark and gloomy as him but no they are friendliest people in the the world they're like Mormons in a way though they don't understand their son's demeanor they believe he's just going through a phase but they love him anyway his mom calls him her little shadow considering he gets his cork from her

Shoto Todoroki- his home life is fucked I don't even have a headcanon for him cuz I'm still processing the boiling water part what the hell?!?! (If you have a head cannon feel free to say it)

Toru Hagakure- she's actually quite self-conscious about her body because she kind of "developed" at a very young age but she is grateful she inherited her father's quirk of invisibility instead of her mom who phases though solid objects she is the middle child of a big brother and a little sister her brother is also a pro hero and inherited his mother's quick He's the reason why she also wants to be a pro hero

Katsuki Bakugo- he favors his mom more than he favors his dad (I'm not good with main character head cannons)

Izuku Midoriya- his mother secretly goes to therapy due to all the shit her son goes through though she doesn't tell him because he doesn't want to worry about her

Minoru Mineta (every time I try to make a head cannon it either ends up being a sob story or a fucking shit post or both) his mother is a hairdresser (I think there's actual evidence in the show) he a triplet of two other brother

his brothers are taller than him and look better than him and his dad's in jail (his mom is also a milf I'm so sorry)

Momo Yaoyorozu- ( I'm really trying to like this character this is something pretentious and uppity about her I don't know if it's just me) both of their parents put so much pressure on her to be a pro hero and they kind of worry more about their family status status she is the oldest of one brother and one sister both of them do not talk to their parents which they keep a dirty secret

[magmacannon]

OC ask meme lets go 16-20 and 31 & 32

YEEHAW let's do it... these are fun ones thank u

Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)? Best biologist would be Yarrow if he actually focused on it because organic sciences come more easily to him, but also he might not be the best because his focus would be everywhere. Roman is the secondmost likely to do well at it because he's a giant nerd who lives for school and knowledge and just always does that with all his classes.

Any OC OTPs? oOO with my own guys not as much but me and my wife have a few... huge shoutout to the OGs Roman and Vince, still going strong quite literally 14 years now! (Of my own characters besides this I think I'm... forming an otp for two skyship captains... late-middle aged milf rivals is very tempting to me)

Any OC crackships? fjfhd GOOD question. I think Yarrow smash or passing every character I have is very funny as an idea, and maybe the funniest possibility is like. the absolutely world-ending relationships between the primal gods of my setting (the giant 200 mile centipede has the hots for the unknowably huge primal god of earth, go girls!!!)

Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why) Okay choosing one is hard but I've been thinking abt him a lot so it's time to talk abt Yarrow!! Yarrow was the first developed OC that I made that wasn't either Just Me but slightly different (i.e. Roman) or tied/inspired by some sort of media (FR, other games I'd played) and like... idk!!! He's very important to me because of that but because he was the first character that I sat down and purposefully made a detailed background for, and is still one of the few characters I have that is intensely bold and has hard edges to him. He represents overcoming obstacles to me and becoming genuinely good person because you want it even if you're not perfect or 100% successful all the time, and then applying that same grace to others. Also he's fun to get clothes designed for and can be a goofy guy on the side which means I have fun with him in serious and silly situations.

Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)? Of my developed OCs that I can think of off the top of my head, Roman and Yarrow and Sgositova can for SURE sing and do so enough that others would know about it. Roman's a tenor with the best overall vocal skill of the bunch (he can get very loud if he wants to and still sounds pretty good!), Yarrow's a high baritone who has evolved to be a little more smooth jazz than his original voice claims (somewhere in the slider between Michael Buble and Frank Sinatra), and Tova's the worst singer technically with the most gusto and she's a husky-voiced alto (sea shanties will do that). OCs that can sing decently but don't do it often are Rho (higher alto than Tova, could sing lounge jazz if she wasn't shy) and Leynth (tenor as well, beautiful voice but has trouble with breath support and holding a note without accompaniment).

Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really) Gonna pick someone I haven't mentioned as much it's time for Grey because I think his blog would be objectively funny. Grey's blog is aesthetic black and white photos of modern architecture, grandiose party aesthetics, jewelry and suits (with links to buy them that were either there or he added on his own), and advertisements for his own business products (assuming they existed). He'd tag things with a three digit code depending on type and would have everything queued and genuinely it'd be hard to determine whether his account was a personal or company account until one day he posts something notably horny or extremely emotional and then quickly covers it up with about 80 reblogs.

Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why? Roman.............................................................. just because he'd be a miserable little bastard who's nearly crying and says "who's there????" at every noise. Special mention to Dehiscence for being the monster in a horror game tho they'd do well.

[touyasdoll]

Complicated - Chapter Two

Chapter One: Here

Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x reader

Warnings: self-degradation/self-doubt

Word count: 2.2k

A/n: Gonna rework this and ditch the first person POV, jsyk.

A/n pt. 2: This story does contain spoilers for the show/manga. The dates/ages of characters are going to be shifted around a bit.

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It's been two days. Is he gonna call? Text? Completely forget I exist?

I sigh, trying to expel the anxiety balled up in the pit of my stomach.

Why would he call? We talked for, what, five minutes? He seemed older too. You were in your damn school uniform, idiot. He's obviously got more important shit to do than chat up a schoolgirl who can't mind her own fucking business.

"Ugh," I groan to no one but myself in my apartment. "I'm really just the biggest fucking jackass, aren't I?"

Flopping down on my bed, I let out another weighty sigh and bury my face in the plethora of pillows piled beneath me.

Relax. Maybe he'll text. Maybe he won't. And if he doesn't he's just sparing you the embarrassment that you would inevitably bring upon yourself.

A yawn escapes my lips as I feel a wave of drowsiness wash over me. Glancing at the clock, I could see it was hardly 5 PM.

Fucked up sleep schedule, here I come.

The familiar comfort of my bed allows me to quiet my thoughts enough to fall into a shallow sleep, until I'm startled awake by a vibrating sensation coming from underneath my chin.

I blink against the harsh light emitting from my phone, squinting to see who was disturbing me.

What the--oh shit!

It was an unknown number. Recognizing that it could be him, I sit up faster than I have ever managed to after a nap and fumble the phone into my palm, eagerly sliding my thumb across the screen to accept the call.

"Hello?"

My breath hitches and I bite my lip in anticipation as I wait, eager to hear his deep, silky voice on the other end.

But the pause on the other side of the line seems just a little too long. Something is off.

Is this him? Is it..just some creep? A prank? What the hell?

"We've been trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty."

My eyes slam shut, a shake reverberating through my spine as a cocktail of anger and embarrassment wash over me.

That's it. Hope is off limits from now on.

"Fucking great."

I tap the end button, half ready to throw my phone out the window.

Instead, I decide to check and see if I missed anything else while I was out.

Hope is off limits.

I shake my head, trying to erase the little embers of hope that persist, praying that maybe he did reach out.

To my surprise, there's a text from an unrecognized number.

Unknown: You free tonight, doll?

Holy shit.

Looking above the message, I see: Today 6:58 PM. I wince as I dare to look at the clock, which mercifully reads 7:26 PM.

Tapping the text box, I don't give myself the chance to overthink this opportunity.

Me: For you? Sure thing.

Tossing my phone onto the bed, I nod my head, processing the sudden burst of confidence I seem to have found.

I'm not like this. What is it about this guy? He's just that--a guy. One that I don't know. And now I'm just gonna meet up with him?

He's literally a stranger. Who the hell do I think I am?? Is my vagina just running things now? Gonna run out and meet up with some strange dude, because he's pretty and charming?

You know who else was pretty and charming?? Ted Bundy.

That's right, you said it. This is dumb, logically. This is everything everyone’s ever warned you about.

My phone buzzes and my heart rate spikes in response, tearing me from my spiraling doubts.

Unknown: Our spot. 30 minutes. See you there.

A noise that I've certainly never made before eeks past my lips as I process his instructions.

Fuck it. The possibility of this guy being a serial killer has been assessed. I'm going, risks be damned.

You're an idiot. You're an idiot. You're an idiot.

I sigh for the umpteenth time today, waging war in my own mind.

I don't know what it is about him, but I have to see him again. Nothing bad is going to happen. It'll be fine.

That's what I tell myself as I exhale, until I catch my reflection.

My hair is disheveled, my mascara askew. I didn't even bother to take off my uniform before I passed out.

As if I weren't flustered enough, now I gotta make myself looking somewhere near presentable and get down there in time.

Here goes nothing.

Fifteen minutes fly by and I think I've managed it as I step back to look myself over in the mirror once more.

The shortest pair of high-waisted shorts I own, paired with a low-cut black crop top and my favorite slip-ons. My make-up doesn't look perfect and there's not much of it, but it's touched up, and my hair is at least brushed.

Okay, no turning back now.

Grabbing my keys, I tuck my phone in my back pocket and make my way to the meeting place.

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Our spot. The man is smooth and I think that he knows it.

I re-read the last message he sent for probably the thirteenth time in the past five minutes.

The clock in the corner of the screen reads 8:02.

Maybe he won’t show. Maybe this is a joke. He and his buddies with come around a corner and laugh as they speed off.

Damn, can I chill? No. He’s going to be here. And I’m going to act like a human fucking being. A normal girl. Someone he could like; I’m capable of that.

Aren’t I?

Scanning my surroundings yet again, I take in the scenery. I never really get out at night, but the city looks so pretty this way. There’s not too much traffic, especially considering that it’s a Friday night, but there are some people milling about up and down the sidewalk. Some look like they’re on their way home. Some look like they’re on their way out for a night on the town.

“Hey there.”

My eyes are quick to follow the sound of his voice. I look up and he’s strolling up to the bench where I’m seated, the same one where I bandaged his arm the other day.

His hands are shoved in his front pockets, thumbs pushed through the belt loops of the tight, black jeans he’s sporting. His white t-shirt dangles off of his frame in a way that suits him, offering a glimpse of his muscular chest. A black coat completes his ensemble and he certainly looks the part of the typical bad boy.

But, damn, does it look so good on him.

“Hey, there. How’s the arm?”

I scoot over a bit, allowing for ample space between us if he were to take a seat. To my surprise, he sits towards the middle of the bench, so that his thigh brushes against mine as he settles.

I tuck my hair behind my ear, glancing down and covering the noise I want to make with a quiet clearing of my throat.

“It’s good. You do make a pretty decent nurse, sweetheart.”

He grins and pulls his coat sleeve back, revealing the still bandaged wound.

“Wait, have you changed that?”

You’re such a mom. You better hope he’s into MILFs, because otherwise this ain’t gonna get you where you wanna go, girl.

His brow furrows in an expression that tells me all I need to know before he even speaks.

“What do you mean? Changed what?”

A quiet sigh leaves my lungs as I hold out my hand.

“May I?”

His puzzled expression doesn’t falter, but he shrugs and offers his forearm up for inspection.

Carefully, I pull back the tape holding the bandages together and slowly begin to unwrap them.

That is, until the smell hits me. I barely catch of glimpse of the reddened skin before my nostrils detect the scent of burned flesh and excess viscera.

“Oh, dear. Have you even unwrapped this thing?”

Trying not to agitate anything further, I delicately wrap the bandages back around his arm, taping them down once again.

“No, should I have?”

I look up and my gaze meets his, a sense of true ignorance evident in his expression; I try not to laugh. I really try, but a soft giggle escapes nonetheless.

“Yes! I mean, if it doesn’t hurt, I’m sure it’s not that bad right now, but you should be cleaning and redressing a wound like that once every 12 hours at the very least. It’s been what, like, at least 50 at this point?”

His good arm reaches for the back of his neck, scratching at it as he dons an apologetic half smile.

“Sorry, I’m not exactly nurturing by nature, doll. I don’t know the first fucking thing about this kind shit.”

I cock a sympathetic smile as I look at him, sitting there looking almost helpless. I guess he is, in a sense. It’s actually kinda cute how he doesn’t seem to have an inkling of how to properly care for himself.

Because that’s absolutely what you want in a potential relationship. Someone to fix, how fun! Why not open up a shop for broken boys? Girl, when will you learnnn??

“Well, I don’t have anything on me right now, but if you don’t mind coming back to my place, I could clean it up there? And I’ll teach you how to keep up with it this time.”

I guess not today, motherfucker.

“Coming to my rescue again. You must be in a hero course, huh, doll?”

His smile is so naturally disarming as he stands and offers his hand out before me.

“I don’t mind, if you’re sure you don’t. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable and I don’t wanna be a burden. I didn’t ask you out tonight for you to have to play doctor on me again.”

He seems so sweet, so genuine. Maybe he is broken, but everyone deserves kindness. He looks like he hasn’t seen much of that. And as cliché as it is, maybe I can help him. Maybe he can help me.

I slip my hand in his, smiling as flirtatiously as I can manage as he pulls me to my feet.

“I don’t mind. I was kind of hoping I might get to play doctor on you again anyway. Maybe you could even return the favor.”

I brush my fingers against his as our hands disconnect, taking a page from his own book and watching his expression as my skin glides against his.

Or maybe we could just do this. This works too. No muss, no fuss. But oh my goodness what if what I just did was weird and he’s not even interested??

His eyebrows rise for just a moment as he chuckles and glances down, still grinning as he puts his hands in his coat pockets.

“Well, sweetheart, I don’t know much about medicine, but I do know how to give a pretty thorough physical exam.”

Something twitched deep inside my belly as my breath caught in my throat and I damn near tripped over my own two feet as we started walking.

Thankfully, his reflexes were quicker than my inate ability to fuck things up and his good arm reached out to steady my frame as he stepped in front of me.

The delicious scent of his cologne mingling with remnant cigarette smoke nearly made me dizzy as my hands connected with his chest, now completely unable to ignore the muscles just beneath his thin shirt.

“You all right there, doll?”

Long, slender fingers find their way under my chin. His thumb just barely brushing the edge of my bottom lip as he strokes it over my chin.

His eyes are practically piercing mine as he carefully lifts my face to his. Who knew being in such close proximity to someone so beautiful could be this paralyzing.

Holy fuck. Forget fixing me. He can break me and I’ll probably thank him for it.

The strong hand on the small of my back threatens to rob me of my breath all over again and I have to fight to keep any semblance of composure in his arms.

“Yeah.” I tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear and will myself to break eye contact. “You always have girls falling for you this quickly?”

I pity laugh at my own joke, wishing my quirk was something that would allow me to disappear.

But then he’s chuckling too. It’s melodious at first, but then it morphs into a deep reverberation that sends all the right chills down my spine as I level my eyes with his again.

He looks like an enigma personified. His eyes look so gentle and warm, but his smile reads so sad. The words that leave his lips sound like both a warning and an invitation to my flushe red ears.

“Trust me, princess. You don’t wanna fall for me. I’m no good for you.”

Oh, but it’s too late for that.

[mrskurono]

Kita Sinsuke Brainrot // Just My Thoughts 

this is my own thirst, I reblogged a gif set of him and now I’m looking disrespectfully

tag(s): corruption kink, taking of someone’s virginity, bit of a milf kink? general smut

The never ending consuming thought of a fresh outta high school Kita looking for a summer job before he really “does” anything. But how much he likes to work outside and do something manual lands him at as a farmhand for the summer. Thinking that it would be a delightful thing he could do to that makes sense to him and is sensible work (tying into why he becomes a rice farmer) All is well to the unbothered mature young man until the first day he shows up to stay for the few weeks at the farm house. 

Instead of the gruff man who Kita had talked to getting this job is instead an exceptionally beautiful middle aged woman. First he thinks nothing of it. She’s a pretty lady. Clearly someone who’s worked their way on the farm too. She’s thicc in all the right places, tall (at least his height) and pretty muscly. Kita first thinks it’s weird she makes it hard for him to find words. But he ignores it to first job nerves.

This continues though, the man that had hired him doesn’t come back. Instead he asks the woman where he is. And Kita gets an ear full of “a useless husband that should be an ex” 

Kita pieces together that this is the man’s wife but obviously they don’t care for each other as they don’t even live on the same property. And in all his bluntness Kita tells her “Why don’t you find someone else then?” It’s met with her laughing, a little embarrassed by the young boy, and explaining to him no one wants a dried up housewife.

Not seeing this at all. Kita at least finds himself hard up for words. He has so much going on in his head but being around this lady chokes him up. Leading her to believe he’s just a sweet shy high school graduate who needed a job. So she has Kita tag along with her chores on the farm a lot.

And does this make Kita’s problem worse. It goes from thinking she’s a lovely lady. To the boy looking at her in ways he knows he shouldn’t. The way her t-shirt clings to her when the sun is too high and she’s sweating. The dip in her back from where her high rise jeans hug her figure so tight that Kita is left wondering if she’s wearing underwear. Day in and day out he’s consumed by these thoughts of her. Laying in bed at night feeling the need to touch himself but never would he do something so disrespectful in some place that’s technically not his room.

But Kita is so bad at hiding it. It takes no time at all for the farm wife to notice the gaze glued to her from this kid. Never is it discrete too when Kita is staring at her chest when she’s milking a cow that calved in late spring. He’d end up not doing half the things he’s supposed to because he just can’t focus around her. And honestly, she begins to love the attention.

Soon it becomes a game of pushing boundaries just to see if he’s zoning out or maybe something more is going on behind his brown eyes.

She leaves an extra button undone on her blouse. Take a bit longer with her hands as she milks the cows (Kita really likes watching her milk them as all he is consumed by the thoughts of this pretty woman doing that on his very much virgin cock) Finally it comes to a head when they’re pitching hay in the barn mid evening. Kita couldn’t pay attention and the tent in his trousers was so obvious she finally had to say something.

Queue the very fuckable but neglected farmer’s wife finding out how badly he’s been wanting to fuck her. No sugar coating it either. Kita confesses he watches her thinking of the dirtiest impure thoughts and has been since day one. The thoughts of her hands milking his cock. Or painting her supple tits with his cum. Or her lips on his nipples if she were touch him. Just all of Kita’s impure thoughts out in the openness of the barn right there.

Of course it’s been a while since anyone, especially a handsome young man like Kita, has lusted after her. The flattery works. So does the lack of actual sex. And Kita finds out how good her lips taste right then and there in the barn. The way she kisses him though and her jean covered leg goes between his legs just once and Kita can’t help cum right there in his pants simply from that.

Flattered, and incredibly turned on, the woman finds out that he’s a virgin. Never touched another person ever. And to find out he wants to fuck her regardless really sets the mood.

Queue the rest of Kita “job” being fucking this lovely farm owning milf on every single piece of the property in all the buildings and MULTIPLE times in her own bed. She’s teaching him everything and corrupting the ever loving hell outta this eager boy. Kita has no idea as he’s cum in every single hole on this woman and soiled every part of her with his cum. Really falling in love with cumming inside her (certainly might start a breeding kink in him) and of course it’s a lot of “You can cum in me as much as you want but remember you can’t with everyone.” and “I’ll let you fuck my mouth/ass but this is how you make a woman feel good in return.”

There is so much sex the rest of his summer job until the very end. And by the time nothing about him is innocent or a virgin anymore. It’s the tipping point that Kita realizes owning a farm is what he wants to do (:

[deathbykana]

surprise, it’s daisy again (21+, she/her) and this here is kiyoko kana, president hong’s personal assistant, and i hope you all love her as much as i already do! boy howdy she’s a mess. but like! in a good way! i hope. she came to south korea to go to saebom on a full ride scholarship for being a smarty pants and now blackmails rich old men for their money after finishing her shift with the president. below is all of her intro info, per usual, so please like if you’d like to plot! you can always find me on discord @ daisydaisy#5293. now let me introduce you to the one and only, kana.

kiyoko kana, october 1, 1995

26 years old

born and raised in kyoto, japan with her mom, dad, and little sister (wanted connection ???)

her parents owned a chain of smaller grocery stores so they were “middle class”

really smart, like, insanely smart

tested into saebom on a full ride scholarship without missing a single question on the test but had to redo her 2nd year because credits from her old school didn’t transfer properly

kept to herself for a good part of her time at saebom because rumors started when she first got there about her only getting in because she slept with someone on the school board (untrue)

by keeping to herself for the most part, she was observant and learned all the ins and outs of the gossip and drama at school and prided herself on knowing everything about everyone

after graduation and during college, she became a bar back at a lesbian bar where she met Her, an older woman who she would hook up with frequently

turns out, she’s actually the wife of a powerful politician who has been paying her off ever since to keep quiet about the affair

kana took it upon herself to learn how to trade in secrets like she did at school and blackmail the elite of korean society

day time kana: blazer/skirt sets, sensible heels, hair in a bun at the nape of her neck as a government official

night time kana: belly full of liquor, nose full of powder, heels high and skirts short 

hot, slightly unhinged milf hunter extraordinaire

collects butterfly knives and daggers in her spare time

wanted connection ideas

little sister! i have her as being 4 years younger than kana (so born in 1999) but i’d be willing to change that if you want to change her age

your mom was the Hot Bar Milf that kana got with that started her on her blackmailing journey

exes that are both good, bad, and awful

government pals! and or not even pals but just like connections

party pals! kana goes out as often as she can and gets WILD (like i wouldn’t put it past her to stay out at a club until 6 or 7 am and then just go and get ready for work)

any and all hookups (she is very much a lesbian though so...)

any gals trying to figure out their sexuality that need someone to help them talk about it (or other stuff lbr...)

per usual, i’m always down for brainstorming!