#and I gotta make sure it's timed right too

[romanofftherealest]

Toothbrush

Summary: Who would've thought that Natasha's best friend's milf hunting mission for her will haunt her forever?

Pairings: Nerd Natasha Romanoff x MILF Reader

Word count: 5.2k

Tags | Warnings: +18 AMAB!Natasha, beefy nerdy Natasha, MILF!reader, reader is 45 and Natasha is 22, dating app, lying about age, dirty talk, switch r & Nat but more like a top!Natasha, breeding kink, mommy kink, rough sex, creampie, squirting, overstimulation, fingering (r), ghosting (kinda)

Author's Note: Scheduled repost

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"What do you want Tony?" Natasha chuckled as she saw her best friend on her apartment door at 7 o'clock early in the morning, standing there holding a pizza box. "Really? Pizza? Early this morning?"

Tony rolled his eyes and pushed his way inside, shutting the door behind him. "Well, thank you for the warm welcome," he teased. "Before I go to my asshole of a father's place, I want to do one thing. Something purposeful for you, my friend."

Natasha raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And what would that be?" she asked, as she led him to the living room of her small apartment.

"Let me see your phone," he said, taking it out of her hands.

"Hey, wait!" the redhead protested, but Tony was already fiddling with it. "What are you doing?!"

"Setting up an account on a dating app," he replied, typing away.

"Wow. So this is your grand purpose? Setting me up on a dating app? I'm touched." She said sarcastically. She watched him, a box of pizza on his left hand and her phone on the other, seriously typing whatever it is that is asked to fulfill the account—he is really serious about setting her up on a dating site.

"You gotta be kidding Tony…"

"Nope. Enough robotics Romanoff before you turn into one."

Natasha's eyes widened as she suddenly realized that she told Tony her plans. And a wave of regret washed over her. She had meticulously scheduled out her entire summer break even though it hasn't started yet, she intended to spend time working on her robotics project every single day of the summer break. But now, with Tony in the picture with her phone in his hands, she could already imagine the chaos that was going to ensue.

The dating preference section came up and Tony immediately, with no hesitations, clicked women. It had been common knowledge among their friends that Nat had a strong liking for girls. He chuckled to himself, thinking about the kind of women the app would likely recommend for her.

"Let's make things spicy," he said under his breath as he set the age range for Natasha's profile.

With a few taps, he set the age preference to 30-50 years old. "You'll thank me for this, Nat," he said with a sly grin on his face.

Every time he and Nat would pass some women on the street, Tony would stealthily observe Nat's reactions. Whether it was a woman walking past them with her kids or a lady jogging in tight-fitting leggings who he was sure was around 35 to 40, the red head is drooling already. Tony had taken note of Natasha's undeniable interest in women—women who are old enough to be her mother.

The last step came, he only needed to pick a photo of Natasha and it's all done and set up, ready to swipe left and right. So he went through her gallery to find photos of her, but her gallery is just full of screenshots about freaking science.

As Tony sifted through Natasha's gallery, his mood grew more impatient and bored.

"Seriously Nat, you've got like a million screenshots of scientific articles and memes about space, and when you do actually take a photo, it's of some historical artifact in a museum. This is like a grandma's photo album…" he grumbled, scrolling further.

"Okay, that's enough." The redhead stood from the sofa but Tony backed away not even looking at her, too busy to smile like an idiot with whatever he saw on her phone.

"Damn, Nat," he muttered under his breath, a smirk forming on his face. "I had no idea you were hiding this much muscle under those baggy clothes." He came across a couple of mirror shots that Natasha had taken in the gym. In these photos, she was wearing a tight-fitting black tank top and some baggy shorts, showing off her muscular arms and strong physique.

Tony chuckled, his eyes still glued to the photos of Natasha's flexing arms. "Yeah, definitely milfs will absolutely love these shots."

Nat couldn't help but blush, both at the compliment and at the mention of milfs. "You really think so?" she asked, a hint of shyness in her voice.

"Oh yeah, they would swipe right in a heartbeat," he said, chuckling. "These are juicy…"

"Okay, now you sounded perverted. Gimme that…" Natasha was finally able to get her phone back and Tony raised his hands in mock surrender.

"Hey, I was just trying to get some good pictures of you in there. You gotta give the ladies something to look at, you know?" Tony watched as Natasha went through the app, "You just need to click confirm, and it's all set up…but it's still your choice. And…I gotta go, mom's gonna call me."

Natasha paused and looked at Tony with relief and confusion. She was grateful for the break in the conversation, but she also didn't want him to leave just yet. "Okay...go ahead. Can't keep mommy waiting." She said jokingly.

"Okay, now that sounded perverted coming from you, Romanoff." Tony pointed a finger at her while walking backwards towards the redhead's apartment door.

"I'm just kidding," Natasha let out some giggles as she walked Tony off her apartment, "Don't kill your father, Tony."

"I'll try not to, I can't believe mom wanted me to spend half of my summer with him. I love her so much that I'll do anything she asks of me even though it's spending some time with the man who hurt her."

"You'll be fine, just don't get your hand bloody like last time."

Tony chuckled and saluted her back, then turned to leave. "I make no promises, Romanoff." He sighed, Natasha just gently patted his shoulder and when she was about to close her door, her best friend's foot stopped it from closing.

"Goodluck with the milf hunting."

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For the next few days, Natasha found herself thinking about the dating app and Tony's playful attempt to set her up. She would secretly open the app every now and then but couldn't bring herself to swipe in any direction. She thinks all these women are deserving to be dated, but she could only pick one of course.

Finally, one night, Natasha couldn't resist the temptation any longer. She sat on her couch to browse through the potential matches. She'd take her frustration out on her pillow, mumbling to herself about how ridiculous this all was. But she continued, her heart raced as she began swiping through the profiles. Her cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment as she came across various women who fit her preference—older attractive women, thanks to her best friend who knew exactly what her type is.

As she read the bios, she couldn't help but be intrigued by some of their descriptions. They were confident, successful, and had a certain allure about them that made her even more flustered.

She should've swiped right to have more chances of winning like what Tony advised her, but Natasha continued swiping left through profiles. Yes, she noticed that the women she saw were undeniably beautiful, however, she wanted to see something different, that's why she started swiping left. It wasn't because she found them unattractive, but rather because they didn't quite match the image she had in mind.

She was so intimidated, all these women looked so powerful—like how women should be. So far she'd seen a woman who's a pilot, CEO, business owners and many jobs that she for sure puts a lot of zeros on their bank accounts. Not that she didn't want that and she's definitely not opposed to the idea of being a sugar baby, but...she wanted someone who's simple, domestic yet can lead her.

Each profile she scrolled through brought a mix of excitement and anxiety, yet curiosity pushed her to keep searching for that one woman who would make her heart skip a beat.

"Y/N, 44 years old, mother of two, loves gardening, sketching…" she read to herself, trying not to blush as she looked at your photo. Most women she had seen in this app either had a picture with the Eiffel tower or a selfie inside the high premium car—no offense, she loved everything old women do but you, you had a picture of yourself in a beautiful garden she thought was in your place, surrounded by lush greenery. Your genuine smile and a sparkle in your eyes stood out to Natasha.

"Just 4 hours drive away from here…"

Natasha's heart raced as she nervously swiped right on your profile, her hand trembling a little. The moment she did it, she immediately slammed her phone shut and threw herself onto her bed, her heart pounding in her chest.

The thought of you potentially seeing her profile and possibly matching with her made her stomach flutter. The redhead buried her face into her pillow, unable to wipe the redness of her face.

She stood and immediately put on her glasses to distract herself from the constant nervous feeling of seeing a notification from the app, Natasha threw herself into various activities to keep her mind occupied. She deep cleaned her apartment, organized her cluttered drawers, and even got started on her robotics project.

Days passed, but there still wasn't any notification from the dating app. And Natasha actually forgot about it, the robotics project she's working on consuming and occupying every time she had for the day.

Natasha was deep in thought, working on her project, when the sudden notification sound from her phone jolted her from her focus. Startled, she picked up her phone, expecting it to be an email from the agency she applied for an internship or her sister asking for some 5$ on cashapp. However, when she looked at the screen, her heart almost jumped out of her ribs when she saw the dating app icon. She shakingly and immediately opened it.

You: Hi dear

Natasha found herself biting her lower lip, wrestling with her thoughts. She'd faced down debaters, cracked numerous codes, and aced countless exams and quizzes. But responding to a simple "hi" from an older woman had her completely flustered. It was a ridiculous feeling, but she couldn't deny the butterflies in her stomach at the thought of conversing with you.

She typed and deleted various responses, unsure of what to say, until finally, she decided on something simple yet respectful at least.

Natasha: Good evening, how are you?

You: I'm good, just finished cooking some dinner. You?

Natasha: I haven't eaten anything yet, I was working for a project.

You: That's not good for your health and for those massive muscles of yours.

Natasha felt her cheeks grow warm as she read your reply about her muscles. Tony was indeed right when he said milfs will definitely like those. She hadn't expected you to notice that detail, but reading it brought a smile to her face.

Natasha: Massive muscles? I think you're exaggerating a bit.

She typed, trying to downplay your compliment, yet secretly loving the attention.

You: Exaggerating? Not one bit, love. Your biceps are godly💪🔥

You responded, clearly amused by her attempt to deny your compliment.

The redhead felt her heart rate increase at your playful banter and the cute emojis you used. She couldn't help but feel the pain of her cheeks from smiling with your attention and the nicknames you're calling her.

Nat: Thanks :)))

You: So…where exactly do you live in Brooklyn?

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"Y-you should...probably stop that," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I-I'm not...I'm not good at…"

You slowly start to grind your hips against Natasha, feeling her body tense up beneath you. Her eyes dilate, and she licks her lips nervously.

Despite her protests, you continue to grind against her, feeling her hips instinctively buck up to meet yours. Natasha's face turns a deep shade of red, and she lets out a soft whimper as she feels herself getting hard beneath you. "P-please...stop…"

And you did, you pause, lifting your hips away from her but you were still straddling her—kneeling straightly where your tits were right in front of her. Natasha whines softly at the loss of the friction, her hips bucking forward as if seeking more. You smirk mischievously, leaning in close to her ear. "I'm stopping because my baby told me to. Mommy has to listen to what her baby says, mommy doesn't wanna be bad."

"F-fuck please be bad mommy." Natasha whined.

"No mommy wants to be bad to their baby…"

Natasha lets out a frustrated whine again, her hips bucking forward again as she chases the friction she was just denied. "B-but Mommy...it feels so good, you're so good…" she whimpers, her eyes filled with need and puppy-dog sadness. "Please, just a little more…"

You slowly unbutton your top, revealing your bra. Natasha's eyes flick down to your chest, watching intently as you unhook the bra and let it fall to the floor. Your bare breasts come into view, you guide Natasha's face to your chest, gently cupping the back of her head. Her mouth parts slightly, and you can feel her warm breath on your tits.

"Be good and suck mommy's tits," you whisper, your voice laced with desire.

Natasha, like a good baby she is, eagerly obeys, pressing soft kisses to your breasts. She kisses and licks, her touch gentle and reverent. You can hear her breathing grow heavier, feel her body tensing as she gets more aroused.

"That's it, baby. Be so good for mommy…"

Her mouth finds your nipples, and she begins to suck and lick enthusiastically. She moans against your skin, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. You can feel her hands gripping your waist tightly, her nails digging in slightly.

She continues to suck and lick your peaks, her cold glasses press against your warmth against the skin of your breasts, the temperature difference sending goosebumps across your flesh. You moan softly, your fingers tangling in her hair to keep her head in place as she paid attention to both of your tits.

After several minutes of shared attention on your tits, you guide Natasha's face back up to yours. You lean down and press a soft, passionate kiss to her lips finally settling back down to her lap feeling her hard once again.

Your hands gently stroking Natasha's braided hair. You reach out and slowly move your hands towards her shorts, immediately feeling her hard cock through her boxers. Her eyes widened as he realized what you're doing. You then pulled out his cock spring free.

"Guess who's being bad, hm?"

"Please…p-please mommy."

You carefully shifted to position yourself on Natasha's pointing cock. You guide her hands to your hips as you slowly lower yourself onto her. You can see the shock and pleasure on her face as you envelope her with your warm walls.

"Y/N…" she stammers.

"That's not my name baby."

"Mommy, please!"

You bit your lower lip and began to move, taking her in and out of your warmth, Natasha's head lolls back, her mouth opening in a silent 'O' of pleasure. Her hands on your hips tighten, her fingers digging in slightly.

"I-It's so tight, Mommy…you're so…"

"Mhm, yeah?" you pant condescendingly, "Mommy's what baby?"

"So good! So tight!" she cries.

"Oh yeah?"

You lean down, your breath hot against her ear. "That's because Mommy's special hole is made just for my special baby. Only for you…" you punctuate each phrase with a slow thrust, taking her deeper.

Natasha's breathing grows faster, her chest rising and falling rapidly against yours. Her hips buck upwards to meet your slow, languid movements. "Mommy...it...it feels…so good…" she moans softly, her voice barely a whisper. "I...I think I'm...I'm—"

"Are you good?" you asked, but the redhead didn't answer, her eyes shut closed behind her fogged glasses and was too focused on her pleasure and you loved it. "Are you good, Natasha?" Now you calling her on her first name caught her attention.

"Y-yes…"

Your hands gripped her shoulders as you continued to ride her. "Then hold it, baby. If you're good you're going to hold it until I say you can come…" you increase the pace slightly, your own pleasure building as you feel her throb inside you. "That's it, just hold on…"

Her face scrunches up in concentration, her hands bruising your waist. "M-Mommy, it's too much! I can't...I can't hold it!" she whines pitifully, his voice filled with need and desperation. "Please…"

"No, baby. You hold it. You can do it. Mommy knows you're strong…" you lean back further, grinding down onto her, your abdominal muscles flexing, "and you're good, you can do it baby."

Natasha lets out a high-pitched whine, her body trembling as she tries her best to obey. "I-I'm trying, I'm trying to be good…" her body stiffens, her back arching slightly as she struggles to hold back.

You lean in close, your voice dropping to a low, soothing tone. "That's my baby...you're doing so well, just a little longer…"

Her face flushed with heat, her pupils dilating as she watched you with an agape mouth, riding her. Suddenly, her expression turns defiant. "Fuck...maybe I wanna be bad," she grips your hips tightly and begins to thrust up into you, ignoring your command. "Fuck, mommy I wanna be bad."

You're taken aback by her sudden defiance, your eyes widening in surprise. "Natasha...baby, no...oh! " your voice trails off as she continues to thrust into you deliciously. "Shit baby, fuck!"

She is so fucking strong!

So now, it's you who's trying to hold back, but Natasha's sudden burst of strength is overwhelming. Her thrusts become brutal, pounding into you with relentless intensity. You're trapped, pinned on top of her dominant form, unable to escape the force of her desires.

"Natty…baby stop…"

"I can't stop…" she moans, her body tensing as she reaches her limit. "I-I'm gonna...I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come inside you!" she throws her head towards your shoulder, her movements become erratic, her hips bucking wildly as she empties himself into you. You're left shocked, gasping, trapped on top of her as she finds her release.

"Turn around...get on your hands and knees…"

"Wha—"

Your shocked expression quickly turns into one of pleasure as Natasha's dominant command wash over you. You scramble to obey, turning around and dropping to your hands and knees. Natasha stands up, her hands gripping your hips as she holds you in place.

"Good, my good girl...now stay like that…"

As Natasha starts to move behind you, you feel a surge of emotion. Shock, awe, and a touch of humiliation mix together. You never imagined that she would take control like this, especially after she'd seem like the one to submit. Now, the roles are reversed, and you're the one being taken.

Natasha's grip tightens around your hips as he begins to thrust into you from behind. The angle is different, deeper, and you can't help but let out a moan. "You like that, hm, mommy?" she growls. "You like being on the other end, don't you?" she thrusts deep, her hips slapping against your ass. "Answer me…" her hand reaches around, finding your most intimate spot. "Answer me or I'll stop…" she teases you mercilessly.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Natasha suddenly pulls out, lifting you up and carrying you to the edge of the bed. She sits down, easily manhandling you over her lap. Your back rests against her chest as her hands hold your thighs, keeping your legs wide open as she slides her cock back into your wetness. She spreads your thighs wider, her knees pushing yours apart as she continues to pound into you. Her touch is unyielding, her rhythm punishing.

"Hold your thigh…" she took your hand and put it to keep your thigh up. "Hold...hold the other, hold both…" she commands, her breath hot against your neck. You comply, your hands gripping your thighs tightly as her strong hand comes down to string your throbbing clit.

"Oh-oh God, Natasha! Please...I can't...I can't take it anymore…" your cries fill the room, your tits bouncing as she pounded inside you.

You threw your head back against Natasha's shoulder, exhausted from your struggles. She reaches up, her hand cupping your jaw and turning your head. Her mouth descends on yours, swallowing your moans. Her tongue slips past your lips, dueling with yours as she continues to pound into you.

You try to wiggle away from her relentless touch, but a strong hand wraps around one of your thighs, pulling you back. "Oh, no you don't…" Natasha's voice breathed in your ear, her hold was strong to keep your legs apart. Her fingers never stop their relentless strumming on your clit and her cock pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "Come for me, mama…" she whispers in your ear, her voice dark and commanding. "Squirt all over my cock…"

Her words send you over the edge. With a loud cry, you laid your head on her shoulder, your body convulsing as you came undone. You squirt all over her, your juices gushing out as she continues to thrust into you.

Natasha's own release hits her hard. With a final, brutal thrust, she buries herself deep inside you, her body shuddering as she comes. Her hot seed fills you up, spilling out around her still-pulsating cock. You can feel her hot cum mixing with your own fluids, the combined liquid slowly leaking out of you. You can't help but moan at the sensation, your body continuing to spasm when her cock bumped accidentally in your clit.

"You're so good for me, mama."

⧗

You wake up to the sound of birds chirping outside. Blinking your eyes open, you find yourself alone in Natasha's bed. You stretch, wincing slightly at the soreness between your thighs. A quick glance around the room reveals no sign of the girl.

You sit up, rubbing your temples as a wave of guilt and self-disgust washes over you. Post nut clarity hits hard.

"How could I have been so stupid?" you chide yourself, your voice barely a whisper. "I drove four hours just to...to sleep with a stranger on a dating app."

"Am I really that desperate for a good fuck?" you whisper harshly to yourself.

Panicked, you start searching for your clothes, but they're nowhere to be found. "Where are my clothes?" you mutter, your heart pounding in your chest. Your gaze falls on a large, plain shirt draped over a chair. You grab the shirt, smiling as you read what was printed on it that says, "The physics is theoretical but the fun is real."

You quickly slip it on, the fabric swallowing you whole. It reaches down to your mid-thighs, the hem fluttering around your bare legs. You realize with a blush that you're not wearing anything else—just the shirt and your damp underwear.

You decide to take in the surroundings of the woman you slept with last night, it wouldn't be bad wouldn't it? The first thing you notice is how clean and organized Natasha's room is. The walls are adorned with intricate diagrams of solar systems, planets, and stars, each one meticulously labeled and colored. You spot a few custom-made lamps on the desk and shelves, their shapes resembling various celestial bodies that you thought she made herself.

The lamps cast a soft, warm light over the room, their glow mimicking that of distant stars. You see a bookshelf crammed with books on astronomy, physics, and electronics. A large whiteboard takes up one wall, covered in complex mathematical equations and diagrams.

Your gaze drifts downward, landing on a piece of paper on the floor. So you bend down to pick up the paper, smoothing it out on the table as you sit down. At first glance, it appears to be an application of some sort. Your eyes scan the page, taking in the details of information you see.

"Natasha...Alianovna Romanoff," you smiled as her name tumbled out of your lips. "Beautiful name to moan to..." and you did in fact moan it last night. "December 3," you frowned, tilting your head slowly as you read the detail, "2002…" you felt your heart dropped to your stomach.

"22 years old?"

A sound of footsteps and a humming echo from outside the room made you alarmed. Panicked, you gripped the paper and rushed towards the door, slipping out just as it creaks open. And there you saw Natasha who was cooking some breakfast.

She looks up as you exited her room, her eyes widening briefly as she takes in your appearance. Your hair was a mess and you're wearing her clothes—her favorite one, the oversized t-shirt clings to the curves of your breasts, revealing the outline of your hardened nipples. The hem barely reaches mid-thigh, revealing your bare legs—and your nude colored panties she herself took off last night.

You march towards her, barefoot, brandishing the application paper like a sword.

"You're 22?!"

"Wha—"

"Your bio says you're 28!"

"Wha—I-I didn't kno—"

"That's bullshit!"

"And I was like...God! I slept with someone who's the same age as my sons." You mimic the same line you said as you recall the events of what happened weeks ago, sharing every detail with Thena, your best friend. She was in fact, the one who told you to try going on a dating app.

"At least you had a good fuck," your eyes widened with Thena's vulgar words but you hesitate for a moment before nodding, your face burning with embarrassment. Because, well, it's true…

"Yeah...it was…" you trail off, unable to meet her gaze.

"Good? Good?" Thena asks pulling the words out of you as she noticed you being hesitant.

"She was so gentle at first, almost shy...let me lead her but once she got going...whew!" you whistled softly, fanning yourself as you laughed.

"And you ghosted her…" you pause mid-laugh at your best friend's reply, you felt like she just slapped reality across your face.

"I..." you raised your brows, palming your chest as you looked at her, "I didn't, okay, I just left. What would you expect me to do? She lied." You defend, leaning down to your chair as you glance at your best friend who was eyeing you like she knows all your secrets. And she does though, but not this one. "She's young, Thena," you reason, "She'll move on. She'll meet someone new." You dismiss the idea of Natasha being hurt by your not so sudden disappearance with a wave of your hand. "It's not like we had any emotional attachment or anything. Hell, maybe I am the third girl she had in her apartment that week. Who knows?" You chuckled humorlessly. You really wished you weren't.

"Hm, just fucking."

"Exactly, just fucking," you say, mirroring Thena's crude language. "We both needed that at the moment." You nod confidently, convinced that's all it was—a simple physical need fulfilled, nothing more. But as you continue to talk, a small, secret part of you whispers that it was more than just a physical need. You felt a connection, a spark, something that went beyond the surface level. But you quickly silence that voice, deciding to keep your true feelings buried deep inside because there is no chance of getting back, you have deleted the app so there is no more way to contact her. But going to her place is a different conversation and there is no way in hell you're going to do that.

Sighing heavily, you rub your temples, trying to ward off the sudden headache that's formed.

"Besides, what would my sons think if they knew I was dating someone their age?" you muse aloud, looking at Thena with concern and embarrassment. "They'd probably be disgusted, Thee…I swear…"

"At least you're not robbing the cradle or y'know. It's not like she's underage or anything."

"Okay, enough, stop justifying her age. She still lied, which I didn't like. I wouldn't date someone who's the same age as my sons and someone who's younger, period." You said with a finality making your best friend laugh at your now serious face, she's really not used to you being like that. "Gosh, they wouldn't even let me date anyone..." you sighed, slumping back in your chair dramatically, making Thena laugh even harder.

"You've got some overprotective babies there." Thena chuckles between giggles.

You can't help but agree with your best friend, nodding your head in agreement. "Yeah, they are pretty overprotective. I swear, sometimes I think they forget I'm an adult too." You smiled, remembering that your two sweet boys are coming home today for summer break.

⧗

You are excited and all jumpy thinking that every sound you hear is a knock on a door.

You started preparing for their visit, tidying up your home and making sure everything was just right and in place, especially with their bedrooms. The clock ticked by, and soon enough, finally, you heard a real knock towards the door.

With a quick glance in the mirror to make sure you looked presentable, you went to the door to open it. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves, and then swung the door open.

There they both stood, a cocky smile on their face as they greeted you with a casual "Hey, Mom."

"Hello my babies." You almost cried on the spot seeing your grown sons.

"Whatchu cookin' mama?" your eldest, Bruce asked, kissing your forehead before entering the house.

"Your favorite beefy creamy mushroom, baby!" you shout.

"I love you so much, 'ma!"

Before you could even reply, an arm wrapped around you in a tight embrace, and before you knew it, you were being lifted off the ground, your feet dangling in the air. You squirmed playfully, laughing as you tried to put your weight back down.

"Put me down, you little devil!" you scolded lightheartedly, playfully pushing against your son's broad shoulders, though secretly enjoying the sweet gesture of your youngest.

As he finally set you down gently, a wide grin still plastered on his face, he let out a sigh and looked at you affectionately.

"I missed you so much, mom."

"I missed you too, Tony." You cupped his cheek and pestered him with so many kisses making him giggle.

"I...uhh mama, I hope you wouldn't mind, I am sorry for telling this to you right now. But I brought a friend over, if that's fine?" you placed your hands on his shoulders, as he looked at you with his usual puppy-dog eyes, "I owe her big time, I was the reason she's heartbroken and why her favorite shirt is stolen."

"Yeah, yeah..." you nodded encouragingly to assure him that it's okay to have some friend over, and the mention of a stolen shirt made you laugh—it was silly you thought. "Yeah, sure baby…you ca—" you trailed off, your world stopping as you saw the friend your son brought over, standing just a few steps behind him.

The friend your son brought over was none other than the person who haunted your dreams every night, the same woman you shared a night with many weeks ago that gave you the most earth-shattering orgasm that not even their father could give.

And you found her looking back at you, her gaze trailing down the shirt you're wearing that was in fact hers.

"Mom, this is Natasha."

[espresseo-cafe]

[16:42] boyfriend!johnny was aware that his large physique intimated people. a tall stature he inherited from his parents and his time as an athlete contributed to this. back then, he had been the subject of such rumours that he was a part of a triad during his time in school.

for whatever reason there was, the majority believed it to be true. they’re following the stereotype, he’d say. despite being at the taller side of the height spectrum, it was obvious he would be mistakened to be aloof. in contrast though, he was still well appreciated and respected by everyone.

you were guilty of being a part of the majority for a shortwhile, but those rumours were proven to be false when you discovered something quite surprising. with other people, he was quite cold but friendly. but with you..

.. johnny was a tsundere, and a huge one on that note.

he was misunderstood by many when in reality, he was such a sweetheart and more of a gentleman than others would like to offer. he was just soft for you.

you’ve been his girlfriend and were in a relationship since then and entered your fifth month together. so johnny wanted to hang out at the arcade, saying that the trending reels of alphabet dates inspired him to do so.

good for you since you were looking for some excitement after finishing your graduation papers. it even became more interesting when you spotted your high school friends, majority of them being guys and introduced him to them.

your boyfriend was taken back by this, he didn’t know that you were very friendly with guys. of course he’d understand the nostalgic familiarity you felt.

“babe.” he playfully whined, placing his lips on your head, his hand around your waist. but he felt a little kick in his heart when you slowly entertained them.

“just for a bit, babe. it’s been 10 years.” you locked his hand to yours.

the small talk you had led to the punching machine, knowing that things would get rowdy in a bit. johnny felt a little protective and his hold on your hand tightened that it wasn’t unnoticable for you.

“johnny, was it?” jaebeom started, “fancy a game?” referring to the punching machine.

“yeah, sure.” he coldly accepted, making you raise an eyebrow in a skeptical way.

one by one your high school friends had their turn. johnny stood by the basketball ring machine, one hand on it and another on his hip, observing the guys.

if you remembered correctly, he scored a 961 with people from his 127 filming club. this time the highest score was 943, made by jaebeom. piece of cake, he thought.

folding his sleeve up to his shoulder, you couldn’t help but silently laugh at what your boyfriend was trying to prove.. that he was way stronger than any of them combined.

boom. his punch landed on the bag. the numbers crawled up quickly. johnny was sure he’d at least score 965. when the numbers showed a 949, jaebeom and his friends nodded in pride that your boyfriend was not someone they should mess with.

when you bid your farewells after a 10 minute meeting, you turn to johnny. “what was that all about?” you snickered, cupping his face seeing him all pouty.

he sniffed in a laugh and peeked glances around, making sure you two were alone. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close to him. “whatever you mean?”

you poked his cheek dimples as he smiled and that’s when you figured him out. “you were jealous, weren’t you?”

he hid his face between your neck and shoulder, “mhm. you saw right through me. was i obvious?”

you carressed his hair, he was being a softie when it’s just the two of you. “johnny, babe, it was waayy too obvious.”

he pulled back, smiling at you endearingly. he ran his thumb along your lips before placing his on it. “of course, gotta show ‘em who the alpha is.”

you laughed too loud for your liking, covering your mouth and playfully hit his chest. “oh that’s what it is. i guess i should bark?”

johnny parroted your laugh before challenging you, “can you? bark for me?”

“make me.” you ruffled his hair, making his grip on you tighten.

“oh how dare you.”

[towasdandelion]

Texting Jabberwock and Frostheim ghouls "If I get arrested you're my one phone call"

Something silly for today (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) (before we dive into some angsty angst)

At first Ren throws his usual "okay" but then he rereads and he's actually very concerned? Just what the hell is happening if you're saying stuff like that? His head is instantly filled with weird scenarios of him having to help you "clean up" after whatever you did. How annoying! (Notice how he's concerned more about the work that comes with it rather that your supposed crime? Yeah that's Ren for you) At least you can still count on him!

Towa is not happy at all! What do you mean one phone call? Arrested? He's confused. Who is daring enough to try taking you away from him? He'll make them regret. If you don't want to experience a sudden downpour and thunder that will make everyone pray for their lives then you better explain what's really going on... It might take a while to reassure him but he will understand in the end, more or less. Well, at least you know he's got your back no matter what! (I feel like he would defend you even if you did something bad so..)

Haru's eyes widen when he reads your message. Did his sunshine get into trouble? Just how bad is it? Before you can explain what's going on he's already abandoning his work and gathering his stuff, ready to go wherever you need him. With that being said, he does breath a sigh of relief when he finds out you were simply testing his reaction. He'd hate it if something bad happened and he wasn't there to help you. I guess it doesn't even matter if you're the one at fault or not..

Tohma lets out a sigh, silently hoping you're not actually being serious. Though unfortunately he's already used to your... "talent" of getting in trouble. Well at least he knows how to stay calm. That's the experience speaking! You just wanted to see his reaction hm? Good, then he won't have to deal with a new batch of work. What work you might ask? He won't hold back from anything when it comes to helping you out. You can be sure of that.

Jin is always ready for whatever you might want to throw at him I'm pretty sure (as long as it can be solved with money) so he won't waste time asking unnecessary questions. Just tell him whatever is going on later, he needs to know that you're safe first! Oh you were just joking? Well too bad cause he wasn't. He actually demands you to come to him first before acting. Will support whatever you want or come up with something even better. So be careful, okay? Just saying.

Kaito is on a verge of passing out. He had his fair share of "interesting experiences" so his mind is filled with scenarios of what possibly happened! And right now when he got you to be his girlfriend? Life is so unfair! Anyways, don't expect him to just wail, he would actually help no questions asked, even if it meant risking going to jail with you. You were just seeing his reaction? Oh thank God. He already has your whole wedding planned in his head and he's glad it is going to happen after all. (Hint hint katio you gotta pop the question first)

Luca is the sweetest ever, always. He will literally never judge you even if he personally disagrees with something. Are you in distress? Do you need to talk? He's right there for you! He'd rather have you talk to him first instead of jumping into action without thinking. He's calm and collected too. Whatever it is he will help and make sure you're okay. Oh, it's just a reaction test hm? Well, it doesn't change anything. Everything he said and did was sincere.

[naneun-no]

1. You get what you seek. And it shows that you have made it so that on your side that is all you see because you purposely seek it out. You do realize that on SM when you see post and go into comments sections, it’s different for everyone. You know this right?! You built your algorithm to be what you wanted it to be. I never see these things you guys speak of. On my side none of these things pop up. I didn’t build my algorithm with purposeful hate. That was all your own doing. Maybe it’s time to start over and build it with actual positivity because you and the rest sound like you’ve gone off the deep end.

2. Let me preface this with I am 🏳️‍🌈 and what you and the lot are doing is literally one of the most disrespectful and scary things you could do to someone who may be 🏳️‍🌈. “But we do it to show love and support!” Nope! You are doing damage and it’s scary. You literally scare us! Never actually taking the time to think of what this could do to them. You just want your “Ha Ha I was right!” point made. You can see it in all of your guys posts. They are just token to you and you have definitely proven that. You guys are the ones giving ammo to the people who hate us (and risking our lives, how do you not get that!?!! Especially the two grown men you are speaking about!

3. I say this sincerely but you (and the rest of you) need help. I highly recommend therapy because you have gone waaay past parasocial…… Others people opinions (which they are allowed to have, just like you have, and you’re stating they aren’t) should never matter to you this much. You are spending too much time in a world where you don’t even exist to them instead of living in the real world. You put more time and effort into their lives and those who hate them, than on your life. Do you deep dive your life this much? Do you deep dive current events this much? People are literally being slaughtered and dying all over the world right now. I understand the need to escape because of how bad the world is right now (trust me I get it) but you guys aren’t even diving into a good thing. If their lives make you happy then sure enjoy it and be happy but you and the lot seem to focus more on the hate and fighting than just staying in the happy bubble that has been created. Stay within the content and leave out all the rest. You are doing yourself and those guys a disservice doing all that. If you truly care about them, love them (like you claim), and care you wouldn’t be behaving this way. Report and block buttons exist for a reason!

4. This was probably a waste of time because you will all remain the same, but I tried. I wish people thought more of the consequences of their actions and especially what that does to those you are “fighting” for.

Hi, so, I’m gonna attempt to answer this in good faith, even though I don’t necessarily think it was asked in good faith (especially since you did it anonymously, but that’s cool. I turned on anons for the first time in years because I felt open to being challenged and discussing, and that’s what you brought). I am a fan of self-reflection, even though you (without knowing me at all) suggested that I’m not — so let’s give it a go.

1. Sorry… gotta ask. How did you come across this post exactly? You know, given the positivity and purity of your own algorithm?

Ah, I had to, sorry. But you see how it works?

I don’t “build my algorithm with purposeful hate” either. That was, in my opinion, an unnecessarily spiteful and self-congratulatory thing to say. I also wasn’t referring in my last post to hate — I was referring to the way that a lot of this fandom refuses to acknowledge Jimin and Jungkook’s particular closeness. Idk what kind of algorithm you want me to have, but given that I am responding to what “normal” army — presumably people like you — are saying, I don’t really get your point.

2. Okay, you’re 🏳️‍🌈. I’m going to give you a spoiler alert and let you know that a lot of “this lot” is 🏳️‍🌈. You might be aware that gay people are not a monolith.

For some people, the bond that they’ve seen between Jungkook and Jimin and the people that celebrate it has helped them find solace and encouragement and empowered them in their sexuality. I have had discussions about that with gay people on this very site. So while you evidently find this kind of shipping discourse a wholly bad thing, not every gay person does.

I think for a lot of gay people, when they witness and react to Jungkook and Jimin’s content, they have raised eyebrows and wonder if they are closeted. I’m bisexual myself, and I wondered about Jimin a long time ago, but idk. I could be wrong. I don’t think he’s particularly scared of being seen as bisexual, but maybe I am projecting.

I’m genuinely sorry that you felt scared or threatened by my post or my words. I did not intend what I said to be a scary thing, but if it felt that way to you regardless, I apologize. I have no desire to use any gay people (or any people period) as a token or a chess piece. To be honest, sometimes it can get kind of competitive on here when talking about different fandom takes, and you’re right about that. I don’t really see my most recent post as a “ha ha I win” post, I more just was sort of frustrated by the way people tend to refuse to talk about jikook in a normal way, in the way they would talk about any other celebrity duo — but in doing so, I suppose I end up not talking about them in a normal way myself. And that’s fair to call out!

When you say “what I’m doing is dangerous for them” I think I need to better understand what you mean. Genuinely. I’m not sure how saying “hm, I see something here but maybe I’m wrong” is dangerous. I have not spread or reposted any photos people took without their consent. I have not followed them (ever) or gone to where they are to take photos or share their location without their consent. I have not called for anyone to do them harm. In fact, maybe it will cheer you to hear that almost my entire algorithm is people shaming and discouraging others from sharing the intrusive photos and videos. And I agree.

If you’re suggesting that more people seeing content that points out that they may be gay will make more people think they’re gay, which would then make them more visible to people who may wish to harm them — okay. Maybe. I doubt that hateful, homophobic people are trolling the ship tags on tumblr, of all places, but maybe. I removed their names from the tags of the post so that only the ship names are tagged (so that people who are okay with encountering that kind of content will be the ones to see it. Hopefully. And the good people with good algorithms won’t).

Listen. I do not want to put them in danger. I am reacting to their public behavior and the language I see surrounding it. I posted this on a blog site that is generally a pretty safe space for the 🏳️‍🌈 intentionally. I do not post very much about them on X and I do not post at all about them elsewhere.

Still, I’m sorry to hear that you find my post exploitative or scary. If I may make an intrusive suggestion similar to the ones you made — maybe you should avoid this kind of discourse if it causes you distress. Then again, you wouldn’t get the ego boost of telling me all the ways I’m a yucky, bad, not as good as you person. So maybe keep it in the rotation.

3. Point number 3. It’s a big one. Most of it is absolutely none of your business, but I’m going to address it anyways. I’m also choosing to believe you meant this with the best of intentions and that the preachy, holier-than-thou tone was unintentional and just a product of how much better than me you think you are.

Which is fine, and I mean this genuinely: maybe you are healthier than me! Maybe whatever impulse drove you into a stranger’s inbox to anonymously recommend that they seek therapy is healthier than the impulse I had to rant on my own blog about a trend I’ve noticed in a fandom I’m a part of. If you are mentally healthier than me, please accept my congratulations. I wish you many warm cups of herbal tea while your feet touch grass and the sun shines on your cheeks. I wish that for everyone, really.

But anonymous hall monitor, hear me when I say this: You don’t know me at all.

I don’t know the two grown men I wrote about either — you’re right! I yap, and I rant, and I tap up silly essays with very little editing, but it actually is a lot less deep to me than it probably seems like it is. Know why? Because you happened to come to a place where this is the only thing I do. The title of the blog is “ranting & writing & shipping” or something to that effect. I have reserved this space specifically for silly fandom thoughts about two celebrities. In the same way that some people have blogs for Tom and Zendaya, and some have blogs about certain reality shows. I have never written about them in a way that suggests I know them in any way other than a fan “knows” an idol. I only ever make comments on the content they have shared with us through official channels. I may seem as though all I am is a brain dead, zombified shipper, but I am other things too. I just am not those things here, because I have reserved this little space for that.

Is it the healthiest of my hobbies? Probably not. You’re right about that. But rest assured, random stranger who does not know or care about me in any way, other than the moral high ground you awarded yourself at my expense — I do have other hobbies.

I actually do, believe it or not, “dive this deep” in my personal life. I do in fact stay informed on current events and I do in fact have hot takes on things other than this one topic. It’s just that this blog, which you somehow came across and then trolled for evidence to back up your anonymous takedown of me, is pretty much only about this one topic.

I get that you think you know me because you’ve read a few of my posts, but they are typically typed up in a whirlwind of random half-baked thoughts formed during an hour or so spent online and then never really thought of again. I’m a good writer, so maybe that makes you think I spend more time on these posts than I actually do. In actuality, I have spent far longer trying to fairly and without too much defensiveness respond to this ask. Believe me, if anything has inspired me to log off for the day, it’s you. So. Well done.

You so magnanimously suggested that “my lot” should choose to only see the positive and not engage with the negative. Setting aside the fact that PLENTY of my posts are positive, and about the music, and fashion, and hyping them up, you just haven’t seen those ones (darn it! Why didn’t your perfect algorithm show you my nice, happy posts? I promise they exist): If you’re taking issue with the overall tone of my last post — which was a bit sarcastic, a bit argumentative, I’ll give you that — then maybe my style just isn’t for you? I promise I am not having a bad day because people don’t see Jungkook and Jimin the exact same way I do. I promise I’m allowing people to have their opinions, even if my phrasing made you think I’m not. In fact, I’d argue that I might be more tolerant of different opinions than you are. Sure, I made a rant post on my own blog space about how I’m annoyed with a certain trend. But you’re the one who sought out my inbox and told me to seek help. So which one of us is less tolerant of an online stranger’s opinion?

4. I suspect this might have been a waste of my time, too. It’s why I closed anonymous asks years ago; because I got tired of hearing vitriol from strangers. But I like to imagine that we’re all real people, behind the screens, so here’s my good faith summary:

You’re right, I probably am too invested in a relationship that doesn’t involve me. I should have learned my lesson from Channing and Jenna (and Tia and Cory 😭) to stop getting invested in celeb relationships 😅. I actually have a long, unpublished draft about the obsessive culture of shipping in fandom, of which I am guilty! and how and why we become so hooked on this particular stimulus, and all the healthy and unhealthy results it can have, and blah blah blah.

But I don’t think you care about that. Because you don’t care about me. You don’t know me. You’re not a friend. You’re not someone who can provide tough love and tell me what I need to hear, because there is no love to begin with. Your ask reeked of judgement, and shaming, and accusatory finger-pointing, not of genuine concern. Your ask was to make you feel better, it was an outlet for the emotions my post brought up for you — nothing more.

You could have posted about the concerning trend of shipping in fandom on your own blog (and maybe you have, I don’t know). But instead you chose to come to the space I have for myself where I talk about BTS fandom and how it relates to two of the members and tell me I need to seek help. All because I pointed out that people don’t call Jimin and Jungkook best friends, when they clearly are.

You’re too invested too, babe. And that’s the beautiful hypocrisy of it all. “Don’t engage with the negative!!” While sending me a hateful ask. “Other people’s opinions shouldn’t matter to you this much!” How much? Enough to write a silly rant post, or enough to crawl into someone’s asks and accuse them of “not living in the real world”?

Maybe I am an embarrassing person for poring over shit that doesn’t concern me, for finding joy in a relationship I observe from afar. Maybe I’m a loser and I need to step back (I’ve stepped back before, I do it often. You wouldn’t know that, because you don’t know me). But I made a non-direct, untargeted rant post that you could have scrolled past. I was primarily just preaching to the choir. But you took it a step further by sending me a targeted, personal, insulting message designed to make me feel bad. Do you see the difference, in our two posts?

I think while I’m self-reflecting, maybe you should too.

[rafeslvbug]

CHAPTER 8 - maybank blues series

rafe had been a key character in your weeks, as of late. he was always popping up at the country club, against the bar while you were making a drink, swinging by the sports club on chance. you didn’t question it, no matter how odd it struck you at times. he covered it with his ‘car updates’, something taking forever because as he said, “it’s a fucked up little thing.” though, he said that after probing a little about your ex..so maybe that’s what that comment was about.

you’d seen cole about too. shameless looks when he saw you with rafe, the type that made you quickly hurry away from him, and left rafe craning his head over to try and see where you went. you hadn’t spoken to him since. you’d told the pogues you left him and they had little to say, except for jj who was glad to have you away from kooks, and sarah who thought he was trouble– and was right, too.

your phone lit up with a text, just before you went to bed, tucked under the covers.

11:21PM

rafe: you up or did i bother you?

you: no i was up

rafe: cool, your car isn’t done, per say, but we can check it out tmrw if u want?

you: we?

rafe: yeah, the payment for the work is in my name, so ig it’s easier if i come with, or else they’ll ask you a bunch of questions

you: oh okay

rafe: is it weird?

you: not at all

rafe: ur lying through a text.

you: oh well

admittedly, it’s not weird, because you’ve been going places with rafe a lot lately. nothing special, just him insisting on driving you home after the sports centre, if he’s there, because your car’s gone and the walk is long. or walking you out of the country club for he’s sure cole’s giving you weird looks ; you’re unable to explain that rafe’s the reason cole’s giving you all those looks.

rafe: 7am okay?

you: sure, i’ve gotta go work afterwards

rafe: where?

you: golf course

rafe: how many jobs d’you have??

you: urm two, country club and sports centre. i have side jobs too though

rafe: jeez okay, i’ll drive you there

you: oh no, i’ll just walk

rafe: ..

rafe: yeah i’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that. goodnight.

you: bro.

you: okay, goodnight.

you scoff at his behaviour, not unnatural, just becoming increasingly common. typical. you swing your legs off the bed, tiptoeing out your room to sneak into sarah’s.

“hey sarah?” you whisper, hearing her shuffling in her room, before the light flicks on.

“yeah?” she rubs at her eyes, inviting you into the bed next to her.

“can i borrow your concealer tomorrow?” you ask, running your fingers delicately over the purple and yellow bruise on your wrist, then the one on the underside of your jaw. you had made the dumb mistake of getting in the middle of a fight between luke and jj, and it got you with a few aches and bruises. you’d taken the past two days off, hiding out in your room, but now it seemed you’d have to come out. and if you were going to get out, then you might as well work for however long you can.

her eyes ghost over them, filling with sadness. she nods, brief. “of course you can..” she murmurs.

“thanks, rafe’s taking me to check the car out tomorrow,” you admit. you’re honest with sarah, and no one else. not even jj. sarah gets it, sarah asked you to try and trust rafe, and slowly you’ve begun to. he’s not all bad, abandoned his old ways, showing more interest. whether it be just for sarah or because he wants to, at least it’s change.

“you’re going out with my brother, again?” she grins, a look on her face you huff at.

“don’t know what you’re on about.”

“i’m just saying..maybe not you, but he seems to be putting in a bit of an odd amount of effort, don’t you think?” she nudges you in the shoulder.

“you’re not serious?” you tilt your head at her, pulling the covers up to your chest.

“oh i definitely am..but hey? he’s just being friendly, probably..” she laughs, and you chuckle too. but sarah believes it’s something more, you think she’s being ridiculous.

your hands are stuffed in your pockets, rafe’s arms wound across his chest while you walk along the rows of new cars towards the garage. “if you could pick any of these cars, which one would you have?” he queries, filling the silence with meaningless questions.

you hum, eyes scanning the various cars until it settles on a light blue, volkswagen beetle. “that one,” you point at it.

“cute,” rafe drawls, and you bump him the arm, eliciting a chuckle from him. “it’s a small car, is all.”

“i don’t need a big car,” you shrug.

“guess so..” rafe nods, walking around the corner, rapping on the metal frame of the garage.

the mechanic lifts his head, beckons you both in and leaves rafe to it. the car’s bumper is off, wires hanging from the bonnet, one tire off.

“uhm..the car doesn’t look so good, rafe.”

“yeah,” he scratches the back of his neck. “well..they just kept findin’ problems.”

“jeez,” you sigh. “well– this looks like it’s gonna take a while, how long am i gonna be without a car?”

“maybe a couple more weeks..”

you groan, running your hand down your face. you live on the cut, now you have to walk to work every day, unless jj’d be willing to let you ride his motorcycle, something that seems unlikely.

“it’s okay, y’know, i mean i can drive you, if you need–”

“no! god, you’ve driven me enough, i’ll ask john b, or jj.” you hadn’t meant for it to sound so harsh, abrupt. but it came out like that anyways.

“okay..” he hums. you let him explain whatever crap they’ve dug up about your car– things you could’ve guessed were wrong but would have overlooked because you couldn’t afford the repairs. now rafe was paying for it, and preferably you’d pay him back..it might just take a bit.

your apron is tied a little too tight, readjusting it by the bar while rafe sits on the stool in front. “don’t you have work, rafe?” you ask, wondering why he decided to stay.

“sure i do, most of my business partners or customers are here..this is work,” he sips on the beer in front of him, glancing around at the various men in conversation.

“of course,” you huff, wiping down the bar then moving over to the tap, rinsing your cloth and washing your hands. the country club was filled with all types of uncleanly people, even if it was brimming with kooks. people who got too drunk, and threw up or tossed their drink or food around. you didn’t need that all over yourself.

drying your hands off with the towel, you begin to listen to whatever rafe has begun saying. “you know, i think topper’s callin’ me over,” he grunts, looking over his shoulder.

“then you should go.” you take a dirty tray off another waiter, setting the glasses off to the side, wiping down the plastic and handing it back to him.

“nah, i’m not in the mood for his bullshit, i haven’t spoken to him a lot recently, y’know, i just think that–”

at his sudden pause, you look up from your work. “think that what?”

but he doesn’t respond. eyes glued to something. something on you. he reaches out, takes your wrist, and your confused until you realise: you washed your hands, and washed the concealer off in the process. half smudged makeup reveals the blotched purple hues of your skin that you tried to cover up this morning.

“rafe—”

“no, no, let me guess– you tripped, again, right?” his jaw’s tight, eyes filled with a dangerous glint.

withdrawing your wrist, you tuck it out of his tight, behind your back. “and if i did? it’s nothing to you,” you mumble.

“of course it is!” he exclaims, slamming his hand against the table causing you to flinch. it was a stupid reaction, a tell tale sign, obvious. rafe watches you, eyes drifting over the slight tremble of your hands when the loud bang came. “i’m sor– i’m sorry, okay?”

“yeah, no it’s fine,” you brush it off, untying your apron, moving away from the bar, about to call it a day.

“hey y/n, no! just tell me the truth, okay? as your friend, because i think we’re friends, right?” he gets up, hastily following you despite the counter barrier.

“sure rafe we’re friends! so..as my friend, i’m asking you to drop it. stop looking into it, okay?” you ask, hanging your apron up. rafe looks defeated, jaw clenching before he stiffly nods. you sigh. “thanks.”

then he’s gone. when you take your ten minute break, coming back out, his beer’s abandoned, water ring where it moved a bit. empty bar and the faint whisper of your unlikely friendship. gone.

masterlist

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[mysteryshoptls]

Ortho Shroud Chat Lines

Same as the King of the Underworld.

Ortho: You're curious about my hair? It's made of flames, just like my brother's. Ortho: I hear it's the same as the King of the Underworld, too. Ortho: And his even turned red whenever he got angry! Ortho: My hair is managed by a program, so by changing the gas composition, I can make it any color I want. Ortho: Ehehe, it's so cool, don'tcha think～?

A Gamer's Soul

Ortho: Hey, Prefect, what sort of games do you like? We should play together sometime in my dorm. Ortho: We can play any type of game. Ortho: Even if my brother doesn't own the game, I'm pretty sure there'll be at least one person in the dorm who'll have it. Ortho: Ignihyde's filled with a bunch of guys who love computer games and board games. Ortho: They say that the King of the Underworld also planned his strategies on a chessboard, so maybe he liked games too. Ortho: Maybe that's why those with a gamer's soul end up in Ignihyde!

Transform into Anything

Ortho: Oh man, your heart's racing... You must've just come from PE class. Ortho: Maan, you're so lucky. I wanna be able to exercise too! I should see if I can get my brother to swap out my attachments. Ortho: I hear that the King of the Underworld's minions could transform into anything at will. Ortho: When they want to fly, they turned into birds. Ortho: When they wanted to run fast, they turned into horses. Basically, they were shapeshifters. Ortho: Isn't that super handy? If only I could get equipped with a similar function～

Watching Sparring Matches (New!)

Ortho: Most people know that the King of the Underworld loved watching sparring matches. Ortho: Sometimes he'd just watch it casually, snacking the whole time, but there were times he'd get really into it. Ortho: My brother and I like to watch livestreams of fighting games a bunch, too, so I definitely understand. Ortho: Like, the other day, the streamer we were rooting for lost, so we both ended up shouting at the screen. Ortho: I wonder if the King of the Underworld also had a champion he liked to cheer on? I should do some more research on that!

Small Talk

Idia: They say that the King of the Underworld was great at small talk and could negotiate like no one's business... Idia: B-But I can't even get through a research presentation in class without stuttering... Idia: As Ignihyde's Housewarden, presiding over a dorm honoring the King of the Underworld... Idia: This is beyond pathetic, isn't it...? [sighs] Ortho: I mean, as long as you're not actually talking to someone face-to-face... Ortho: ...You can spit a million words a second that'd even throw the King of the Underworld for a loop! Ortho: Replaying an excerpt from your chatlog, recorded 15 hours and 42 minutes ago: Ortho: "Can always count on Muscle Red's support in a pinch! See, vets are a totally different breed～!" Ortho: "Now, for the main event～ All your rare drops are belong to me! Yahoo!" Idia: S-Stop... Please, nooo...!

Like Lightning (New!)

Ortho: Um, Vil-san, I'm having a bit of a difficult time figuring out the right emotions behind this script. Vil: Why are you asking me this? I'm sure you're capable of searching up anything you need. Ortho: Yeah, that's true... But I feel like "as angry as lightning" is a little too metaphorical for me. Ortho: When I looked it up, I hit on a story of how the Thorn Fairy brought down lightning in a rage... Ortho: But it's way too hard for a mere actor to show anger like lightning. Vil: Being able to express that is what being an actor is all about. There is nothing I can help you with. Ortho: Yeah, but I feel like you'd get the performance you're wanting if you give me more specific instructions, don't you? Ortho: Or, maybe you're just don't know how to handle these kinds of stuff efficiently, huh? Oh well, I guess I just gotta give up, then～ Vil: I know you're just trying to anger me in order to see an example of the correct expression. You won't glean anything from me. Ortho: Aww man, you saw right through me. Oh well. This is all to help my understanding in expressions, so I'll keep on trying!

Something He Left Behind (New!)

Ortho: So, there's this tale about how a prince rode a magic carpet to go see a princess... Ortho: But wasn't she startled to see someone just floating in mid-air all of a sudden like that? Vil: Rather than being startled, it seems she and the prince went off on a date right after. Ortho: Whaaat!? You mean, even though he could've been some kind of intruder, instead her affection level went up!? Vil: I bet your brother would be the type to faint if some unknown party were right outside his window. Ortho: You're probably right... Oh, but the other day, I flew up to a window in my brother's classroom and delivered something he left behind. Ortho: 'Cause that's faster than climbing the stairs to deliver it! Vil: You were calling him an intruder, but you did the exact same thing as that prince...

Requested by @monavitty.

[lilhughesy]

Baby in Blue | Matthew Knies x Fem!Reader

warnings! slightly suggestive at the end

word count: 0.6k

a/n: my first blurb for my 1k celly event for my love @lovesickhughes, i hope you guys enjoy!

The sun was starting to set and the hot July heat was settling down for the day. It was the day of your weekly date with your boyfriend, which was a rule that the two of you agreed upon to ensure that you two always had quality time together. Something which you both appreciated considering his typical busy schedule throughout the hockey season.

Your shared bedroom floor was now covered with various articles of clothing, from long skirts and lace tops to different sun dresses as you tried outfit after outfit. Yet, nothing seemed to feel quite right for your dinner date tonight. The dinner was honestly nothing special nor nothing too fancy, just a nice dinner out on a patio by the lake to enjoy another summer sunset together over a good meal. It was more to both of your standards rather than fancy meals where a specific dress code was required.

A frustrated groan slipped past your lips as you peeled off yet another failed outfit, tossing it to the far corner of your bedroom while you headed back to your closet. You reached for the light blue sun dress that hung towards the back of the rest of your clothes. It wasn't one of your go-tos, instead, it was actually never worn since you (your boyfriend) bought it last year.

But with your hope running low and outfit options decreasing, you decided to slip the dress over your head. Your feet carried you to your bathroom, where your hands were to move the material around your torso to adjust the fit of the dress. You glanced at yourself in the mirror, turning side to side to check the different angles and... you didn't hate it.

"Oh wow," You twisted your head to see your boyfriend, Matthew, leaning against the doorframe with his eyes scanning over your frame, "How come I've never seen you wear that dress before?"

You let out a breathy laugh as you face the mirror again, adjusting your hair whilst contemplating keeping the dress on for the evening, "I've never worn it out before, plus I don't even know if I like it."

He came up behind you, placing his hands on your hips as he dipped his head down to press a kiss to your temple, "You should wear it tonight, and with those new heels too."

"Really?"

"Mhm, plus we gotta start heading out soon, our reservation is coming up." He said as he fixed his own hair quickly.

You nodded, "And you're sure I look okay?"

Matthew rolled his eyes playfully before turning you around by the waist to make direct eye contact with him, "You look beautiful."

And even though the two of you have been together for a couple years now, his words never failed to make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Your cheeks heated up and turned a light shade of pink as you reached up on your tippy toes to kiss him gently, "I love you."

"And I love you, baby." He mumbled against your lips, "We should leave now, any more of this kissing with you in that dress... and we won't be leaving anytime soon."

"Says the man with his massive biceps showing through his shirt." You winked at him before pulling him out of the bathroom by the hand.

[lacydaydream]

pt2 of dbf!soldier boy maybe 👀👀👀

ur so talented

anything for you little perverts !! (i too needed a pt2)

Keep It Undercover

╰┈➤ Soldier Boy

cw: mdni. ben as his own damn warning. swearing. sorta public sex. grinding. fingering. orgasm denial. edging. taboo relationship: soldier boy is reader’s fathers’ best friend. age gap. not stated but it’s implied reader goes to some type of schooling. pet names [ sweetheart, my girl, little miss, little slut ]. Ben refers to himself as ‘daddy’ once.

estelle yaps: guys I might make this a mini-series

There should be nothing wrong with baking in your own home. you should be able to inhabit the kitchen and pad across the floors while you relieve some stress.

it shouldn’t matter if your dad has his friend over. Especially since it was Ben.

But those are a fool's thoughts.

Ben had been in the kitchen as often as he could. Every heavy footfall had you turning to stone, breath locked in your throat as you swayed for his predatory gaze to find yours. Maybe he came in for a beer, a glass of water, or to tell you the mess you’d shoved in the oven smelled good.

Or, in reality, he was here to make passes on you. Ever since that night where you’d let him in your room and stuff you full of his dick, he’d been coming over more often. your dad seemed happy to be spending time with his friend— but you knew the real reason he was there.

Standing over a bowl of blueberry muffin batter, your head perks up at the sound of Ben’s commanding voice.

“I’ll get the beer. Stay there.” His voice was controlled, acting as if he wasn’t going to come into the kitchen and whisper something dirty in your ear.

A breath gets sucked into your lungs, something you knew would prove to be needed. You continue your work at folding blueberry compout into the batter. The spoon in your hand became something to grip onto when Ben appeared in the doorway of the kitchen.

Dressed in an old jersey and sweats, he still was able to command a room as if he was clad in his uniform. He seemed to wear an expression of amusement as mischievousness danced in his eyes. Every step he took oozed self-assuredness as he came close, pivoting on his heels to stand behind you.

His muscular frame was towering over you. His head dipped down, turning so his mouth was a few inches from your ear. You could hear his upturned lips as he spoke. Low and dirty, breath ghosting over your neck. “Those fuckin’ shorts are beggin’ to be ripped off.”

The hand stirring the batter stills. Your whole body locks up as heat folds your system. No! This was wrong. You shouldn’t be letting him say those things- it was disgusting.

Ben’s large hands find themselves on your hips, kneading your skin. His hands were warm and calloused, leaving fire in their wake. That was all Ben had to do.

You’re a stupid bunny who would get eaten out in the wild. Because standing in the kitchen— just a few feet from where your dad’s back is turned in the living room— you were being hunted. And like a lion or tiger, Ben had decided to seize his moment and pounce.

“Ben-“ Your voice is a whisper. But you’re not sure if it came out needy or scolding.

“Shh, doll.” He commands in a murmur, stepping right up behind you. His hands yank your hips back, keeping you flushed against his. “There it is.” He grunts, pressing himself against you.

He’s already hard and heavy against you, grinding himself to get off. A low whimper leaves your mouth, unable to keep yourself quiet.

Ben’s response is to grip onto your hip, a silent command. Then his voice comes out right next to your ear, low and controlling. “Gotta keep quiet. Don’t want ‘yer daddy knowing how much of a little slut you are.”

You can only nod, free hand coming up to cover your mouth. This shouldn’t be so hot. The thought of getting caught shot a pang of need straight down to your core. Your body worked by itself, chasing Ben as you ground your hips against his.

“That’s my fuckin’ girl.” The feral grin can be heard in his words.

His hand grips onto the fat of your ass, squeezing and kneading as he ruts his hips against yours. His fingers slide underneath the underside of your shorts, middle and ring finger rubbing your clothed slit. You shiver, hips pushing down for more friction.

“fuckin’ drenched.” He tuts, fingers hooking around the cotton and pulling it to the side slowly. “Been drippin’ all night, huh? Christ on a cross.”

Your hands grip the counter edge, chest rising and falling quickly. Every sense was flooded with Ben. The clean, piney cologne smell that encased him had your head spinning. Long, thick fingers press right into your entrance. Ben coos at how your legs wobble, head dipping down as your grip against the counter tightens.

“You love this,” He marvels, thrusting his fingers into you with ease. “getting finger fucked with ‘yer daddy right over there. guess what, sweetheart.” He leans close to you, fingers curling right into that perfect spot. “I’m your fuckin’ daddy now.”

“Ben! The hell’s takin’ so long, man?” Your father’s voice drifts into the kitchen, the light sound of footsteps accompanying it.

Ben slides his fingers out of you, ignoring the whine that tumbled from your muffled mouth. He steps back, inserting his fingers covered in your slick into his mouth. He groans softly at the taste. He makes a mental note to spread you open to feast on your cunt later.

He turns, skillfully adjusting himself as if the last two minutes never happened. You, on the other hand, were quickly straightening yourself out before he could come into the kitchen. A tinge of fear had crawled into your chest but it’s not enough to overpower that need inside your core.

Ben grabs two beers from the fridge and sets them onto the counter, demeanor calm as he watches your father walk into the kitchen.

“Askin’ little miss over ‘ere ‘bout school.” He responds casually, grabbing the beers and walking towards your father.

He nods, taking his beer and walking back towards the couch in the living room.

Ben turns, feral grin curling the corners of his mouth up. “Got more questions for ‘ya later, doll.”

divider by @cyberangel-graphics

estelle yaps some more: hey, my love! my other works are here. my requests are currently open. if you’d like, join my taglist here!

[whispersbetweenchapters]

Never in my life did I think I would be defending the Prim Reaper. But here we are. I cannot believe all the mischaracterisation of his I'm seeing, and some of the hate. Yes, he can be disliked, I don't really like this mf, but people calling him as bad as snow is WRONG. Ahem. Right. ONE. Let's take a moment to remember that Gale was also a child, who was also learning it live. I'm not disputing that some of his actions were wrong, but you gotta be realistic, he was a dumb teenage boy. Yes, he needed lessons on empathy and compassion, but he was learning, in possibly the worst environment (which, wow, surprised that it didn't do too well).

TWO. Um, why the hell are we calling him a toxic trad husband? He is not. Trad husbands want their partner to be inferior while they shine and boast. Gale was never insecure that Katniss was a better hunter than him or a better shot, her fell in love with her for it, for how capable she was.

THREE. The statement that 'Gale would kill Katniss in the Games', uh personally, no. I do not think that Gale would kill Katniss in the games, because just like Peeta, he was also in love with her. I think that they would team up together, until the 'endish' before splitting up, hoping they wouldn't have to kill one another. I don't think Katniss would want to kill him either. AND if it came down to the two of them, I think Gale would sacrifice himself. He would make Katniss promise to look after his family before killing himself, so Katniss wouldn't have to do it. And if it were the other way around, he would make sure Katniss's family was well looked after. I'm just so over people making him out to be such a 'bad guy' when he is just a traumatised child.

FOUR. Everyone respects Beetee for blowing up people, but Gale is the worst person alive for it? Yeah, sure, Beetee went through hell, yes, it was probably more than Gale. But that cannot be the REASONING ON WHY GALE WAS BAD FOR IT. Just because his trauma was 'less' does not mean Beetee is any better. It's double standards. If we're being real here, Beetee is a mature adult, and Gale is a deranged, not fully formed teenager boy who has just been through the most traumatic events in his life. Beetee has already been living with his for years. Gale just watched his home, friends, and life be destroyed. Why would he care about anyone on the 'enemy' side at this point? His rage was not just from that, by from losing his father, from being oppressed, from watching so many children die in those games (hmm sounds familiar? Just like Beetee). Realistically, MANY people would do the same thing, make the other side suffer just as they have made you suffer. Not everyone is compassionate and sweet like Peeta, and that isn't 'wrong' or 'bad but you can't hold expectations to a child like that. Gale had every right to react the way he did. AND BEETEE IS NO BETTER. He knew what he was doing, don't cover his ass for it but hate Gale at the same time. Gale provided the idea, and Beetee made it. At ANY moment, he could have gone, hmm, nah, this is too much. But he did not, because he was just like Gale and wanted that revenge.

FIVE. Gale was also groomed by Coin, just as Snow was by Dr Gaul. Coin used his anger, his pain, for her benefit. Because, as we tend to forget, Gale was still just. A. Child. He was never told the bombs would be used against his own people; he was told they would be used against the Capitol, the people whom he was targeting. He was literally on the front lines. Did he want to blow himself up? No. Now, let me propose a question. Did Beetee know? Because someone had to operate that bombs, someone who knew how they worked, someone who wasn't on the front lines. It's an interesting thought, and maybe that's why Beetee says no to the Capitol children's hunger games because he already killed half of them with the bombs.

Now, just to clarify to am not on 'team gale',  I hate Gale for the way he lacked an understanding for Katniss when she returned from the games. For how he saw everyone as a competition and in love with Katniss, but as I said before, not everyone is great and compassionate, and that's okay because everyone is DIFFERENT. I just believe it's become a 'fad' to hate on him now for stupid things. You don’t have to like Gale. I don’t, he's annoying and a teenage boy brat. But hating HARD on him without context is lazy — and y’all are smarter than that.

[unsoundedupdates]

Epilogue p18

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Check out the print book ANNOUNCEMENT if you missed it! :D

After over 15 years, Unsounded finally has a publisher! The comic is going to be put to print by Iron Circus Comics, a very cool company that's done webcomics as illustrious as Rice Boy, Lackadaisy Cats, and TJ and Amal. Pretty rad, right? Our tiny baby has finally grown up, and it's all thanks to you, readers. Your support all these years helped the comic reach its end, and that's really what got a publisher to consider it. So thank you.

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There are some crucial logistical things for current readers to know though. The most important one is these two books are NEW COMPILATIONS. They do not sync up with the old self-published books; in addition to having new covers and newly retouched art - they are LONGER. Volume 1 contains chapters 1-4 as well as a Duane in Sharteshane bonus comic (this is the old v2 comic). Likewise Volume 2 is LONGER, containing chapters 5-8, a newly illustrated Tainish guide, and a brand new Knock and Anadyne comic.

I had no choice but to recompile the books, my darlings. In order to get the entire massive story into 6 books, I had to squish more into the early volumes. I know it's a little disappointing, please don't be too mad at me. Compromises had to be made in order to ever see the entire story in print. I wanted to also publish a third book at this time, and even did a rad new cover for it to try and sell it to the publisher, but there simply was not room in their schedule for 3 huge books this year. To get the rest of the books, we have to make sure these first two sell well! So please consider purchasing them when the campaign starts. I really busted my ass to make them worth it for you! Even as I've been drawing the final chapter and epilogue the past year, I've been working on these books :)

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[accioepiphany]

Turns out I've never really watched Groundhog Day before, but I just did and I have some thoughts about it and about the song I Got You Babe, which is a leitmotiv in the film... and it happens to also be featured more than once in this last season of The Bear:

(more under the cut)

The first time we hear the song in the show is in Groundhogs, while Groundhog Day plays in the background, it wakes Carmy up, in almost the same way that it does on the film. Here it is a sort of signifier that Carmy is repeating the same day. Then it is featured on Green (the 8th episode) it's used in a montage of food right after Sydney wakes up from her dream in the theater. After the song, she calls Shapiro and tells him she is not going with him. So for her it signifies the opposite, it's she getting out of the loop... However, it's also she choosing love, because as Shapiro tells her, it makes no sense for her to stay on a sinking ship, but she is not choosing The Bear because it is a wise career move, she is choosing it because it is the place where her heart is.

Going back to Groundhog Day, it is a romance, there's no way around it. (Spoilers ahead) Sure, it is also about Phil changing heart and becoming a better person, being less narcissistic, thinking and acting for others, etc. BUT it is mainly about him learning to love, even in the romantic sense, which is what happens with Rita. Right before he is about to get out of the loop, he confesses his love for her and tells her that even if he is not good enough for her, his love will remain unchanged. Which is sort of a selfless decision, considering that for him there's nothing in return... as he is stuck in a loop in which every day is the same one: a day in which she doesn't love him.

This scene, by the way, looks like this:

and her hair and the snow... I'm sorry but there's gotta be a parallel with this:

This is also the episode Green... though there's a glimpse as well in the first shot we get in Groundhogs, this time she is lying on the floor, and she opens her eyes to a buzzer, which is Carmy's timer in his scene with Mikey...

I feel that shot in the dream is a sort of sign, the way the song is a sign in Groundhog Day... Here are the lyrics:

They say our love won't pay the rent Before it's earned, our money's all been spent I guess that's so, we don't have a pot But at least I'm sure of all the things we got Babe I got you babe, I got you babe

For Groundhog's Day is the equivalent of "All you need is love" lol, which ends up being the key to leaving the time loop Phil is in. But for The Bear I think the lyrics are even more poignant because it's sort of a "We'll go into debt together and it doesn't matter cause we got each other", It's basically what Syd's doing by renouncing Shapiro...

But then, why is the song only playing for Carmy at the beginning, but not when he is supposed to be out of the time loop? (either episode 3 when he runs to Claire or episode 10 when he announces he is leaving... I'm really not sure about Storer's intentions anymore lol but I'm also not giving him any more credit cause at this point he hasn't earned it and the story is beyond him)

My theory is that he is making a mistake, and his decision is not getting him out of the loop in the ways he expects. For him to actually get out he has to choose love... and love in the sense of the song:

Then put your little hand in mine There ain't no hill or mountain we can't climb

I got you, I won't let go I got you to love me so

He has to come back and understand that the only way around the issues, the trauma, and the narcissism is together (He and Sydney... and in the big picture everyone else at The Bear too). That the love for her, and actually for the food and for cooking (I don't get the nonsense that Carmy now hates cooking forever... what??), will get him out of the loop. Not the running away... the running away only got Phil (from Groundhog Day) more stuck.

[jademeilittle]

When Jade first flagged Kaj down only an hour or so ago, she didn’t know what to expect. She figured he would tell her to fuck off and leave him alone, since he was out for a walk with Lazarus but that wasn’t the case. Kaj was a complete gentleman. He made sure they got back safely to his place to grab the jumper cables, they were laughing, teasing, and flirting the entire time with each other, and he wasn’t even trying to cross any boundaries or make a move, even though it was written across both of their faces, of should we kiss not. She even was learning to let more people in. To see all the sides of her and to slowly put down the guard she made around her heart. Not all at once but it was happening the more she was talking with Kaj and smiling and laughing. “Do you have your cape hidden in the trunk? Maybe a secret lair back at your apartment? You also forget a complete gentlemen too. I like this handsome charming side to you. I wanna see more sides to you.”she said with a hint of a tease in the beginning but being serious in the end. Jade wanted to see all sides of Kaj. She wasn’t offended at all by his comment. She agreed. “Please say it because I said the same thing to them. My mom wanted me to get my law degree or attend medical school. Have a worthy profession and make something out of life. When I told her I was going to get my degree in early childhood education and to be a preschool teacher, she about had a heart attack. I was going against her wishes.”she huffed and rolled her eyes not at him definitely not at Kaj. She took a breath before looking over at him. “I do. I love what I do. I’m making a difference in these kids lives. You actually hit it right on the nose. That’s the kind of teacher I am. I put my foot down when I need to, but other than that I’m the type that gives out hugs and high fives.”she chuckled with a smile on her face. “Puppy cuddles are the best. Oh I have no doubt. He’s a daddy’s boy. He doesn’t want you to leave. Dont we all have to make that money. Pay for their food and toys.”she smiled. Jade understood. Tater Tot was like her kid. Gotta make sure he’s fed and even though he already has a million and one toys, picks out one more to bring home. “Mmmmm let’s see.” She grabbed his hand to check out his nails and think about the colors. Their first touch. “Alright we already said Dark purple and black. So maybe a dark blue, or even white. Blood red could do. Or just a bright red. Something to bring out your eyes.”Jade said looking at his eyes. She gasped when he scoffed again crossing her arms in a cute manor but at the same time trying not to bust out laughing. “Getting dinner cooked for you, a massage after a long day, watching your favorite tv shows or movies, dessert too.”The blush was back on her cheeks again hearing the compliments. “That’s me. The complete package?”

The smiles, laughs, and looks they were sharing with each other was an instant reaction for Jade. She didn’t have to hide how these moments together were making her feel. She wanted more moments like these. Maybe not the whole breaking down and car not starting moment, but the glances and smiles and laughs and blushes and being together moments. Jade wanted more of those. She hoped Kaj did too. “I over exaggerated that. It’s not half. It’s all my paycheck. Teachers get mini pay. For what we do and what we have to take home sometimes, we get very little pay for it.”she said. She looked out and nodded as she saw her car was the only one here. “That would be me yep.”

The usual goal for Kaj at the end of these interactions was to get into someone's pants, but he wasn't having any of those thoughts with Jade. He was actually interested in getting to know her, and the end goal wasn't a hookup. If he'd wanted that, he had other means. "Like Clark Kent. I have many sides; not just the ridiculously handsome, charming side." He looked at her, his face twisting at confusion when she told him what her parents thought. "It's not really my place to say this but, screw 'em." Kaj was fortunate to have his parent's support in what he was doing with his life, and it wasn't a very noble profession. He couldn't understand why someone would support their child in something like teaching. "The only thing that should matter is that you love it. I can see you being an incredibly nurturing teacher." There was a feeling of sympathy in him—he could understand how difficult those feelings might be. "Yeah, exactly. Gotta get those puppy cuddles in. I think if I never left my house, Laz would love that. Unfortunately daddy has to make money." Huffing, he shook his head with a smile. His dog was like his kid, but he thought it was a little cringe calling himself 'daddy' after he'd said it. Holding his hand up with his nails facing her, he raised a brow. "Any other suggestions?" he questioned. She was a woman, so her opinion might be useful to him. "Maybe a blood red?" When she told him not to scoff at her, he did it again, this time making it more dramatized to really nail it in. "Pampering?" He bit down on his bottom lip, looking back out of the windshield. "And what does 'pampering' entail?" He gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Beautiful, honest, nurturing and modest. Damn."

With their little nervous looks and smiles, Kaj almost felt like he was in high school again. It was an organic, but slightly awkward feeling, and yet he was loving it. The lack of rejection was nice too. "Half your paycheck?" His eyes widened. "Shit, I'm jealous." He was joking, but it was seemingly a vastly different pay than his. He wasn't hurting for money; he was comfortable, but it would take him a bit of time to save if his car ever pooched out. "Well, this it?" Kaj asked, slowing the car down and pointing at the lone car on the side of the street.

[dennyzsworld]

HIII i love ur work i was wondering if you could do like a fluff one of Ian where you two are best friends and he’s very straightforward about how he likes you like always hitting on you and stuff and you start to do it back and then in the end get together?!? idk im bad at explaining things XD but thank youuu do want u want with the story

JUST FRIENDS - one shot

ian mckinley x reader

cw: mention of puke, kiss scene, flirting, wendy gets drunk lmao, i don’t proofread, confessions, frankie (ew), some swearing.

a/n: i loved writing this. hope you enjoy it!

you hated parties. loud music, way too many people, and someone was always puking in the corner.

ian didn’t like parties either. i mean, you could probably tell that by looking at him.

but for some reason wendy christensen convinced you to come to some basement party. of course you brought along ian.

the two of y’all were practically inseparable. so the whole time at this party y’all hung together in a corner.

“did you really have to invite me?” he groaned, leaning back against the wall.

“ain’t no way in hell would i go to a party alone. and anyways frankie is here. you think i wanna be alone with him?” you gestured over to where frankie was harassing a group of girls.

“well, i’m here to protect you now, i guess.” he smirks.

the one thing ian loves to do is to flirt with you. sometimes subtly and sometimes not. you’ve learned to accept it either way.

you playfully rolled your eyes at him. you then turn your head to see wendy approaching with jason.

“heyyyy, lovebirds.” she teased, a red party cup sitting in her hand.

“how much have you had to drink?” you ask.

“not enough.” she slurred.

“dude, you’re sloshed.” you stifle a laugh.

jason wraps an arm around her waist and nervously smiles. “yeah…she’s had a bit too much.”

“we can tell.” ian speaks up.

“so, everyone was talking about playing ‘spin the bottle.’ y’all wanna join?” jason questions.

ian turns his head towards you. “well, if there’s a chance to kiss you, i’m more than ready.”

“oh, shut up…” you scoff, your cheeks turning a bit pink.

“we’re in.” ian says to jason.

—

everyone is sat in a circle, an empty bottle of wine in the middle. lewis was the first to spin the bottle.

and it landed on…kevin.

lewis’ reaction was priceless.

“nah, ain’t no way. i’m not kissing a dude. i’m out.” lewis then got up and walked away.

then, ashley spun the bottle. it landed on frankie. man, you felt bad for her.

“seriously?…” she mumbled.

“oh, come here, baby!” a cheesy, annoying smile on his lips.

ashley gulped as she leaned forward towards him. once they met, it was so awkward. ashley pulled back looking absolutely disgusted.

a couple people went until it was ian’s turn. he spun it and you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.

what if it landed on you?

nah that’s crazy.

then the bottle stopped…pointing right at you.

oh.

everyone was dead silent. ian had a hint of a smirk on his face.

“well…” he trailed off.

a few more awkward moments go by before he starts leaning in. you don’t even have time to think as you feel his lips press against yours.

and wow. it felt great. the kiss wasn’t even long but it felt like an eternity.

he pulled back and you sat their stunned.

“wow…uh, i think i gotta go.” you immediately get up and start walking away.

you just kissed your best friend. and you liked it.

—

after that day you find yourself thinking about him all the time. his smile, his eyes, his hands, his lips.. you can’t get him out of your head.

something in you changed. you’ve always questioned whether you like or not. was it a little crush or am i actually falling. well that kissed for sure sealed the deal.

so, you started acting a little bit more flirty. you started making jokes, teasing him. just giving him little signs.

—

this has been going on for weeks. y’all flirting with each other back and forth. it was torture to be honest. you wanted to tell him how you felt but didn’t know how.

but today you wanted to make your move. the two of you were sitting in your room, watching donnie darko. you were just waiting for the perfect moment.

“so…” you start.

“yeah?” he glances over you, still paying attention to the movie.

“look, there’s something i need to tell you…” you hesitate for a moment.

ian pauses the movie and turns to face you, his eyebrow raised.

“i…i kinda…” you stop mid sentence, gathering up courage. “to be honest…”

he stays quiet still looking at you with piercing blue eyes.

“well, the thing is…” you mumble.

“just spit it out.” he says suddenly.

“i like you!” you blurt out.

you try to read his expression but you can’t tell what he’s thinking.

“yeah, no shit.” he says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. well, it may be.

“i mean, how could i not notice. you’re always staring at me, we flirt with each other and, you always blush when i’m around.” he continues.

“i’m that obvious, huh...” you look away for a second.

he nods and then smiles.

“i like you too..” he turns your head towards him.

you smile too. “so like are we dating now?.”

“guess so. you can be the gretchen ross to my donnie darko.” he replies.

you let out a small chuckle.

“now come on, we aren’t finished with the movie yet.” he un-pauses the movie. at all you’re thinking about is that you should’ve said it sooner. but it doesn’t matter now. y’all are finally together.

[samsswife]

𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - 𝐬.𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - you and Sam have been dating for a while now and as hunters, it’s a rare you get moments to yourself. a moment where it’s just the two of you. SFW

sam as your boyfriend, probs the most fluff thing i’ve ever written, sam being cute, you two having some nice quality sfw time.

wc: 712 (sorry it’s so short💔)

m.list + sam m.list

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being sam winchester’s girlfriend had its perks, of course it did, you were sam winchester’s girlfriend. you were always protected and taken care for, sometimes too much. he’d kill sea’s of monsters just to make sure you were okay. he was the best boyfriend honestly, a dream man, despite the hunting life for you both he was still a gentleman. in his own words: “just because we hunt monsters for a living dont mean i can slack off.”

true, of course.

however it had its negatives too, and the negatives were more prominent than you’d both like to admit. the lack of quality time, how your main conversation starter was about hunting instead of something about you both.

so when you have a day like today? you take it with open arms.

you’d just woken up, safely wrapped in sam’s arms. he’d woken before you, like usual, and was just looking down at you. admiring your sleeping beauty as he gently ran his fingers through your hair. you looked up at him, a small sleepy smile coming to your face.

“g’morning…” you said as you stretched a little, he smiled. a small laugh coming from him as you made a small groan as you stretched.

“morning, beautiful. you sleep well?” sam was so soft spoken to you, like if he spoke too loud or deep you’d break.

you nodded, pouting your lips a little for a kiss.

he smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“what’s this for?” he said as he flicked your bottom lip gently with his finger.

you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“i want a kiss..” you said softly.

“do you now? and why do you think you deserve one?” he replied teasingly, still idly running his fingers through your hair.

you laughed again, god he could make you laugh like nobody. you rolled over so he was lay on his back, your chest ontop of his as the rest of your body lay on the bed.

“because i’m your beautiful, smart, loving, funny….. beautiful. girlfriend.” you said with that ‘know it all’ smile.

he moved his hand from your hair to the small of your back, providing some extra support.

“well you’re right on the money there, baby.” he said fondly.

you smiled and leaned down to kiss him a few times on the lips. you then pecked his entire face with small kisses, rewarding some small chuckles from him.

“aren’t you just full of love this morning, usually gotta wait till your hearts grown three sizes before you’ll even talk to me.”

you laughed.

“why wouldn’t i be? we have the day off.” you leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose, something you did all the time. “and i am not the grinch.”

he laughed at your comment, rolling you back on your back as he innocently hovered over you.

“what you wanna do?” he asked casually, brushing a strand of hair from your face. his finger gently tracing the features of your face that he loved so much.

you smiled as he touched you, looking up at him and not saying anything. he was so beautiful, truly, the way his nose pointed at the perfect stop, the little mole on the side of it too which you’d always kiss. his eyes… eyelashes… eyebrows- he was perfect.

he smiled as he saw you admiring, a small chuckle coming from him.

“i asked you a question, baby.”

“i heard…”

he smiled, a shade of pink coming to his cheeks.

“so..? what’s the plans? you just gonna lay there and stare at me all day?”

you nodded.

“pretty much.” he laughed which made you laugh. you took a deep breath, pushing him gently so he was lay down and you could put your head on his chest.

“can we just stay in bed…? have a normal day for once?”

he went back to running his fingers through your hair, rubbing the soft strands between his fingers.

“of course… you stay there. and i here.”

and that’s exactly what you did. it was amazing, being tangled under the sheets with sam in the most pure and innocent way was truly a moment you wouldn’t forget.

you felt normal, for once.

thank you for reading!

heres my sam master list!

tags: @summerr2006 @gh0stlightss @whoisar1anna @fernsplace

[paperbacksinner]

Soft dom boyfriend!luigi takes your v-card but not before he preps you completely for that phd.

Could u write a drabble of soft dom Luigi taking ur virginity 🥲 and being super gentle but also with heavy dirty talk.

He uses your vibrator on you and then sucks ur tits then eats you out and then fucks you and by that time ur so overstimulated ur crying 😛

First and Only

TW: 18+ explicit smut!

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“You sure?” he asks, voice low, eyes locked on yours. His hand’s on your thigh, warm and steady. “I need to hear you say it.”

You nod, whispering, “Yes. I’m sure.”

He exhales like he’s been holding it in all night, and then he leans in to kiss you—slow, careful, like he’s sealing the moment in place.

“Alright, baby,” he murmurs against your lips, “then we’re gonna do this right.”

You didn’t expect it to feel like this.

His touch isn’t rushed. It’s reverent. His hands explore like he’s learning a map he’ll never stop memorizing.

He peels your panties down so gently it’s like he’s afraid they’ll tear, and then kisses the inside of your thigh before whispering, “Gonna make you cum a few times first, yeah? Gotta get you ready for that dick.”

He grabs the vibrator—the one he bought you, the pretty one you’ve been too nervous to use on your own—and holds it against your clit, watching your eyes flutter shut.

“You’ve been holdin’ out on me, baby,” he says softly, brushing your hair back as the toy buzzes on your skin. “Look at how fuckin’ sweet you are for me already.”

He doesn’t even move it much—just holds it right there, building you slow while he kisses your chest, then sucks your nipples deep into his mouth, one after the other, moaning against you as your hips start to shake.

“You’re sensitive, huh? Poor thing… all this for me?”

You cum with a breathy little sob, thighs trembling—and Luigi doesn’t stop.

“Nuh-uh,” he says gently, turning the toy back on before you can recover. “We’re not done. That was one. I want at least two more before I even think about fuckin’ you.”

By the time he gets between your legs, his mouth is everywhere—his tongue licking up your slick like it’s holy, his fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit while he groans against your cunt.

“You taste so good, baby. So fuckin’ sweet. This pussy’s mine now, you know that?”

You’re squirming, gripping the sheets, breath catching in tiny, desperate gasps.

“Can’t even handle it, can you?” he whispers, voice thick with hunger. “Look at you. Cryin’ for me already.”

And you are. Just a few tears slipping down your cheek, overwhelmed and aching and full of nothing but him.

When he finally presses into you—slow, so slow—he’s holding your hand, forehead resting against yours, whispering praise into your mouth.

“You’re takin’ it so well, baby. Feels so fuckin’ good in you.”

You gasp when he bottoms out, hips flush to yours.

“Shh, I got you. I got you,” he murmurs, rocking into you with those slow, deep strokes that drag against every part of you. “Let me take care of you. Let me be the only one who ever touches this pussy like this.”

Your body’s trembling again—overstimulated, full, completely his.

“I’m your first,” he whispers, kissing your tears away. “And I’m gonna be your last. Got it?”

You nod, moaning, barely able to speak, and he fucks you through it—soft, steady, overwhelming—until you cum again, messy and loud and shaking under him.

He doesn’t stop until you’re clinging to him, half-sobbing, broken open and filled with nothing but his name.

“Good girl,” he breathes. “That’s it. You did so good for me, baby. So fuckin’ good.”

[akamikazae]

Self Care Sunday Tuesday Thank you for the tag, @blackkatskauldron ❤︎₊⊹

Rules: You flip through your work (published or WIP, doesn't matter) and share whatever little section you're genuinely proud of. Something that makes you smile or swoon or that tugs at your heartstrings just the way you want it to. Let's give ourselves a little pat on the back and normalize being proud of our work ❤ I was debating sharing a wip or published section from Love me Mercilessly but decided on the former, otherwise I'd probably never share it lol. So here's a little wip from my Toji x Oc JJK fic - 'Natural Born Killers'

Toji calls her ‘woman,’ it’s not endearing or sweet, that's all she is to him. Akami likes it anyway, it makes her feel like they’re an old married couple; the ones from sitcoms that hate each other, only stay together because it’s worse to be alone.

Toji knows her, saw right through her the second they met. She must know him too otherwise he wouldn’t keep coming back. They both loved once, lost it, know they’ll never find it again. She doesn’t need his love, she just wants to be wanted.  Toji’s got a kid, Akami knows. She knows his story. Who he is, where he’s from. He made her real mad once she called him ‘Zenin’, spat it in his face. He put the fear of god in her just that once, only time she saw what he really was. She didn’t do it again. Thinks about it when she’s down and ready to punch her ticket; let him deal with her last words ‘Zenin Zenin Zenin’.

“Gotta run an errand," Toji said coming out of the 1950's bubblegum pink bathroom as Akami thwacked a bottle of OPI’s big apple red against the heel of her palm.

“Where?” she wanted to get out.

“My old place," he says, swipes the keys and her sunglasses, slips on his shoes.

Akami jumps up follows him out, sniggers when she sees his feet.

“My old man,” she sings. He's got his socks on with sandals.

He snorts, smacks her ass as she skips past him to the car.

It’s her car, boosted it from a job; hotwired the engine, stripped the plates, wiped the vin.

She liked it when he drove. Toji takes his time, he's never in a hurry. Akami paints her toes on the dashboard and hangs her feet out the window to dry, cigarette ashing from the corner of cherry red lips.

They pull up to a rundown apartment complex, he double parks, gets out and checks his pocket.

“Keep it running,”

Akami sits and waits picking at her cuticles, ruby red from the polish. He’s not gone long when the balcony door opens, a kid comes out. Small, dark hair, climbs up on the ledge, sticks his face over the railing best he can. Stares down at her. Little Toji.

Looks just like him, same mean mug, soft features on a hard face.

Her stomach rolls, she looks away, slides into the driver's seat, foot on the brake, switches gears. Toji comes back out. slips in the passenger seat. She peels out, tires screech, burning rubber.

“Everything good?” She asks, trying not to think about the kid. Doesn’t want to know who’s watching him, feeding him fruit snacks and washing his socks. If he wears them with sandals like his old man.

“Dropped something off” Toji says, leaning back forearm pressed on the open window ledge.

It bothers Akami, she’s not sure why. Maybe becasue that Kid’s not really a piece of his past; it’s his present and future too. It makes her jealous that her love long gone left her nothing, no future to torment her with.

tagging @akabane-sousei @lemony-snickers @qettleqorn @amikotsu and anyone else thats wants to share ⋆✴︎˚。