#maid provider

[lazycranberrydoodles]

through a cruel twist of fate, the brocade immortal escaped again!! and now it is ESSENTIAL to the PLOT that they wear maid dresses. follow for more clownery <3

HUA CHENG IS NOT TAKING THE MAID ROLEPLAY SERIOUSLY!!! relatedly go read the practical use of good stamina by @fullmetalpotterhead its hilarious

[sea-owl]

Back to my maid Posy au, because little sister vs. Bridgerton man will never not be funny to me. Give me all the shenanigans. And Benedict deserves to be terroized and cockblocked by Sophie's little sister every now and again. Let Posy join Edwina and Felicity on messing with their new big brothers.

Bridgerton B vs. little sister, let's go!

Original post found here.

Posy fell back into the role of being a cockblock easy enough whenever Benedict was around. Truly it was rather simple. She just had to stick close to Sophie, which she did anyway, and never allow that horny Bridgerton to be alone with Posy's favorite sister. It helped that Sophie refused to be any man's mistress. Posy just wished Sophie wasn't just as horny sometimes. It kinda complicated things.

Benedict thinks Posy has a sixth sense for when he's near Sophie. Even if Posy was doing something on the other side of the house, and he checked, she would somehow come running into the exact room he and Sophie were alone in. Posy would look up at her sister with Benedict knew to be a deceitful plea of help. He had seen Posy do that exact same chore at My Cottage without Sophie's assistance before.

Victory will be so sweet once Benedict wins.

[liroyalty]

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[akkivee]

i hope arb switch port does get eng localised lol i really think everyone should experience kuukou giving his word to protect the mc and kinda failing to do so, and his team needing to talk him out of doing something reckless bc he wants to make sure he’s keeping good on his word lol

[uolarieclosed]

[ibrokeeverything]

I think I want to keep watching akiba maid sensou more out of morbid curiosity than anything else...

[kiseiakhun]

I have the sacred artifacts (single use plastic straws from 2008)

[suntake]

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[sunpristinemaid]

Providence House Cleaning

Experience The Sparkle: Discover The Benefits Of House Cleaning Service!

In today's busy world, balancing work, family, and social activities can leave us with little time for cleaning at home. Amidst this hustle and bustle, DIY Providence house cleaning often falls by the wayside, leading to stress and a cluttered home.

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That is where professional house cleaning services come to the rescue, and make a spotless home. Let's know the benefits of house cleaning services and discover the sparkle they can bring to your life.

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With a simple phone call or online booking, you can wave goodbye to the hassle of scrubbing floors, dusting shelves, and tackling stubborn stains. 

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When it comes to cleaning, attention to detail is paramount. Professional house cleaners have training to master their skills and art of cleanliness. T

hey have specialized techniques for different surfaces and the expertise to ensure every nook and cranny is thoroughly cleaned and sanitized.

Whether it's scrubbing grime from tiles or removing pet hair from upholstery, their meticulous approach guarantees exceptional results that surpass your expectations.

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Every home is unique, with its own cleaning requirements and challenges. Professional house cleaning services understand this diversity and offer customized solutions tailored to your needs. 

Whether you require deep cleaning or standard cleaning to keep your home in tip-top condition, they can accommodate your preferences and schedule. 

With flexible service options and personalized attention, you can enjoy a clean and comfortable living space that suits your lifestyle.

Health and Well-being

A clean home isn't just visually appealing; it also contributes to better health and well-being.

Dust, allergens, and bacteria lurking in carpets, upholstery, and hidden corners can exacerbate respiratory problems and allergies, posing risks to you and your family's health.

Professional cleaners utilize advanced cleaning techniques and high-quality products to eliminate these potential hazards, creating a healthier indoor environment for all occupants.

By investing in regular house cleaning services, you can breathe easy knowing that your home is clean and conducive to optimal health and wellness.

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By letting professionals handle your cleaning needs, you can relax knowing that your home is in good hands.

Whether you're at work, running errands, or simply taking time for yourself, you can rest assured that your home will be impeccably cleaned and maintained. 

Say goodbye to stress and hello to serenity as you return to a sparkling clean home that feels like a sanctuary from the chaos of the outside world.

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[hiringhousehelp]

Benefits of Using Professional Maid Service Providers

Professional maid service providers offer a range of benefits that make them a valuable asset for many households. From convenience and time-saving to health and safety advantages, these services can significantly enhance your quality of life. Here are some key benefits of using professional maid service providers:

Convenience and Time-Saving

One of the primary benefits of hiring professional maid service providers is the convenience they offer. These services typically offer flexible scheduling options, allowing you to choose the timing and frequency of cleaning visits that best suit your needs. This flexibility can be particularly helpful for busy individuals and families who may not have the time to clean their homes regularly.

Additionally, professional maid service providers are trained to use efficient cleaning techniques that can help them complete their work quickly and effectively. This means that you can enjoy a clean and tidy home without having to spend hours cleaning it yourself.

Quality and Expertise

Another key benefit of using professional maid service providers is the quality of the cleaning they provide. These services employ trained professionals who are experienced in cleaning a variety of surfaces and materials. They also use specialized equipment and products that are designed to provide the best possible results.

Health and Safety

Professional maid service providers can also help improve the health and safety of your home. They use proper sanitation and disinfection techniques to remove germs and bacteria from your living spaces. This can help reduce the risk of illness and keep you and your family safe.

Additionally, professional maid service providers can help reduce allergens and pollutants in your home. They use equipment such as high-efficiency particulate air (HEPA) filters to remove dust, pollen, and other allergens from the air, which can be particularly beneficial for individuals with allergies or asthma.

Cost-Effectiveness

Contrary to popular belief, professional maid services can be cost-effective. While the initial cost of hiring a maid service may seem high, these services can actually save you money in the long run. Professional maid service providers often offer customized service packages that allow you to choose the services that best fit your budget. They also help you avoid hidden costs such as purchasing cleaning supplies and equipment.

Peace of Mind

Lastly, using professional maid service providers can give you peace of mind. These services typically conduct background checks on their staff to ensure they are trustworthy and reliable. They also carry insurance coverage, so you can rest assured that you are protected in the event of any accidents or damages that may occur during a cleaning visit.

In conclusion, the benefits of using professional maid service providers are numerous. From convenience and time-saving to health and safety advantages, these services can significantly improve your quality of life. If you're looking for a way to keep your home clean and tidy without the hassle, consider hiring a professional maid service provider which you will get from hiringhousehelp.com.

[maidssingapore]

Maid Services Provider: A Helping Hand for a Clean and Tidy Home

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What is Servant Administrations Provider

A servant administrations supplier plays a essential part in conveying cleanliness and arrange to homes. These experts offer different sorts of administrations, extending from schedule cleaning to specialized assignments. The benefits of contracting a house keeper administrations supplier expand past cleanliness; it contributes to a stress-free and comfortable living environment.

Maid Organizations in Singapore: Finding the Idealize Match

Navigating the domain of servant administrations regularly begins with locks in a legitimate house keeper organization. In Singapore, various organizations cater to distinctive needs. When choosing a servant office, variables such as notoriety, encounter, and the extend of administrations offered should be considered. Rumored offices give a pool of well-trained house keepers, guaranteeing the next probability of finding the idealize match.

The Enlisting Prepare: Rearranged and Streamlined

Hiring a house keeper administrations supplier includes a efficient prepare. A step-by-step direct covers documentation, legitimate prerequisites, and the vital meet and choice prepare. This guarantees that both the manager and the house keeper get it desires, cultivating a positive working relationship.

Ensuring Quality Benefit: Preparing and Support

A critical advantage of contracting through servant organizations is the comprehensive preparing and bolster given. These programs prepare servants with the fundamental aptitudes and information, improving their effectiveness. Persistent checking and input components guarantee that the servant reliably meets the employer's expectations.

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The fetched of enlisting a servant administrations supplier changes based on components such as encounter, abilities, and particular administrations required. Servant organizations offer distinctive installment alternatives, advancing straightforwardness in estimating and charging. Understanding the budgetary viewpoints forthright contributes to a smooth and concordant employer-maid relationship.

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Compliance with lawful controls is vital when contracting a servant. Managers must be mindful of their obligations, guaranteeing the security and well-being of the contracted offer assistance. Following to legalities shields both parties and promotes a positive and legal work relationship.

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[uniquevocashark]

Hm I want to add more mundane horror into my writing

[targaryen-dynasty]

REDAMANCY.

Cregan Stark x female Targaryen!Reader (Part 4 here)

From the very beginning on you’ve been hesitant to accept your younger brother’s offer to return to the capital for your child to receive his blessings. And when you‘re finally on the way, it’s your husband‘s duty to take care of you.

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MDNI; p in v, lactation kink, lactating, pregnant sex, pregnancy, slight breeding kink, praise kink, slight degrading, angst, fluff

WORDS: 3.3 K

NOTES: Redamancy means A love returned in full; an act of loving the one who loves you, and let me tell you: these two are in love. Thanks to @sylasthegrim, it‘s always good to know you help me with my zero grasp on English!

✖️ 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

Ravens from Winterfell flying all the way down to King’s Landing has always taken quite some time. And therefore it was no wonder you were surprised that one of your younger brother’s ravens reached the castle not long after you'd informed him you were with child, inviting you to birth it in the Red Keep for it to receive the young king’s blessings.

Being the ever dutiful Lord of House Stark, there was no way your husband would refuse the offer, and once your pregnancy had crossed the seventh moon mark, a carriage and your husband’s entourage were sent south.

From the very beginning on you’ve been hesitant to accept the offer. Westeros’ capital has brought nothing but pain and grief to you, and you’re afraid coming back ruins the comfort and peace you’ve found far, far away from the castle in the North, in Winterfell. But a part of you misses and longs for your siblings and the part of your family that’s still left, hence it didn’t take too much convincing from your husband.

You’ve lost count of the days you spent in that damned carriage by now, solely accompanied by your maids as your dear husband rides at the front of his entourage, joining his men on horseback. But there’s one thing all days have in common: it’s you being exhausted beyond relief once night comes.

For the longest time you thought your unborn babe to be no-fussy and calm, which proved to be false just one week into the travel. It’s restless, kicking and moving especially when you finally find rest in the bed of the receptive inn you stay in for the night. Your feet are swollen, just like your breasts, and your body provides milk as though the babe has been long born already, and all you crave at this point is for the pregnancy to be over already.

As the wheelhouse comes to a stop, you rub your swollen bump with a sigh, looking toward the door with heavy footsteps approaching. Your beloved husband opens the door, and even though he won’t admit it, he looks just as exhausted as you do.

“Is it time?” you ask, slowly rising to your feet with another sigh. You place your small hand in his large one, allowing him to help you out.

He nods, bringing a hand to the small of your back. “Indeed. We have reached the crossroads. From here we are only ten days away from King’s Landing, which means the end of our journey is in sight,” he replies. “How are you and our son feeling?”

Cregan guides you away from the wheelhouse, escorting you through the crowd of his men towards a large inn sitting right where the river road crosses the kingsroad. And from old tales of your uncle you know it has to be the Bellringer Inn, a place where even your great-grandfather and great-grandmother have stayed at before.

“We do not yet know if this babe will be a boy or a girl, husband,” you chastise him in a teasing manner.

“You are right, we do not,” he says. “But I feel it in my bones. Just call it a father’s intuition.”

You roll your eyes at his words and nudge his ribs with your elbow, yet there also pulls a smile at the corners of your lips. He chuckles at that. “Careful, my love, I am not as nimble as I used to be.”

Shaking your head, you giggle softly. “Do not tell me that you are an old man now, Lord Stark.”

As you make your way through the courtyard and towards the inn, you can feel the curious glances of the passerby; a man of Cregan’s caliber always drew the attention toward him, just like your hair did. But you’re unbothered by it all. You carry a piece of your husband within you, and that thought fills you with a sense of fulfillment and pride.

He looks for the innkeeper as you reach for his hand, pulling it from your back around your frame, squeezing it softly. “Might you join me tonight? I know that you can not leave your men alone, but one night will surely do no harm. I must admit that I have hardly found sleep without your warmth for the past weeks.”

With a gentle, intimate gesture, Cregan brushes his fingers over your swollen bump, before pulling you against his side. “How can I ever be expected to refuse anything my beautiful wife asks of me? Of course I will join you tonight.” Leaning a bit closer toward you, he adds with a quiet whisper: “Your presence has been missed in my bed as well. The nights feel cold and lonely without you by my side.”

Heat crawls onto your cheeks at the proximity and the slight implication that comes with his words, solely interrupted when a stout man with a bushy beard but otherwise pleasant demeanor walks around the corner and welcomes you two.

Upon Cregan’s inquiry about the availability of a room, he hands over the keys and leads you toward your place of retreat for the night. More than once have you told Cregan you’re perfectly fine with sleeping in a tent with him, yet he always came back to your delicate condition, stating he only wants the best for you and his unborn child, and you eventually have given up and accepted it.

The room is decent. Not as big as your chambers at home, but still larger than what you’ve slept in for the last few weeks. Your maids already scurry into the room to bring some of your belongings and clothes to get you ready for the night, while Cregan leans in to kiss your temple. “Let me arrange for my man to sleep outside the inn for the night,” he mutters against your skin. “And then we shall spend the night in warm beds.”

Even with your maids bustling around you, you can’t help but feel a flicker of excitement at his words. The prospect of sharing the night with him is enough to make you forget the soreness of your swollen curves that has become a constant companion over the past few moons.

“I will freshen up in the meantime,” you say, leaning into his touch before he pulls away to take care of his men’s sleeping arrangements for the night. Once everything was adjusted in the chambers, your maids moved to help you out of your clothes, but you refused them, having planned something very special.

Standing in front of the small window, overlooking a stable with a thatch roof and a bell tower, you all but admire how quietly Cregan opens the door, and with the lock falling right into place behind him, the room grows even quieter and the atmosphere becomes charged with anticipation.

“Is everything sorted?” you ask, looking at him from over your shoulder.

“All set,” your husband replies with a low voice as he approaches you.

He comes to tower over your frame from behind, moving his hands over your hips up to your waist. Lifting your head, your eyes lock with his. “Alone at last, hm?” There’s a sultry smile on your lips now, and you gently reach behind you to cup his cheek with one hand. “Now you’re all mine for the night.”

You lean against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breaths against your back. Cregan seizes the opportunity and brushes your hair over one shoulder before he presses his lips to the crook of your neck. The touch makes you sigh, stirring something inside of you you have had to keep at bay for quite some time. When he brings his large hands to your swollen breasts, fondling them through the thick fabric of your dress, you can’t help but moan, the slight squeezing aiding against the heaviness.

But then his hands and lips leave your body, and he slightly leans around you to look at you – or rather your breasts – and you immediately know the reason why.

The gray fabric has become damp under his touch, two dark spots prominent in the front of it. While it brings a bit of shame to your cheeks, the low rumble that escapes his chest sends a fire straight down between your legs. “I should have warned you I started leaking a fortnight ago,” you admit ashamedly, biting your bottom lip.

“I quite enjoy the sight of it, you know,” he says, voice laced with a combination of awe, adoration and burning need. His hands shift to the lace in the back of your dress. “But let us put this to good use.”

The dress comes undone with ease, falling to the floor in a puddle around your feet. Damp spots are decorating your smallclothes, but this time you don’t mind the sight. Cregan’s hands now roam over your body, tracing the curve of your waist and your growing bump.

Although you know exactly what it is his words are meant to imply, you choose to tease him. “And what is it you have in mind right now, hm?”

His gray eyes briefly flicker to the bed close to you, before meeting yours again. “I have a few things in mind. But for now…” He cups your chin, tilting your head up so he can claim your lips in a slow, deep kiss that’s full of desire and passion. It makes you feel as though the air is sucked right out of your lungs by him, as if you can’t survive without his lips on yours. “How about we make the most of this night, my love?”

“I’m all yours,” you breathe against his lips.

His large hands roam your curves, helping you out of your undergarments, until they settle at your thighs, wrapping around them to effortlessly hoist you up. Although Cregan is quite the bull of a man and appears to be a brute, he possesses a tenderness you wouldn’t expect from him, gently keeping your body against his and lying you down on the bed not far away just as carefully.

Soft, gentle kisses are pressed to your collarbones, igniting a fire within you that has been smoldering for too long. As his fingers glide over your skin with featherlight touches, leaving a burning trail behind, he finds his hands drawn to your full breasts, cupping and holding them, and eventually squeezing them.

More droplets of your milk trickle into his calloused palms, wetting his skin, but he does not care–not when he has you writhing and whimpering beneath him at just the faintest of touches.

Your husband’s eagerness would have almost made you chuckle, watching him rise from the bed to rid himself off his clothes hastily, if it wouldn’t match your own desire and greediness. With his breeches falling to the ground, his cock stands to full attention, hard enough for it to almost seem painful.

His hungry gazes devours your bare form, tall frame slightly hunched forwards as his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths.

“Will you just stand there and watch, my wolf?” you tease, propping yourself up on your elbows. “What happened to ‘let us put this to good use’?”

It’s the teasing lilt in your voice that pulls him out of his stupor like a wave, the chuckle he releases low and throaty. “You are a temptress, my love,” he replies. “You are lucky I am a man of my word.”

“Then touch me,” you whine, words coming out more desperate than actually intended.

He doesn’t need any more encouragement. Slowly approaching the bed, Cregan bows forwards and grabs one of your feet. He lifts your leg and starts to trail sloppy, open mouthed kisses along the inside of your leg, occasionally nibbling on the skin of your inner thigh.

Your back slightly arches off the mattress, body thrumming with desire. Entangling your hands in his dark curls, you use the grip as reigns to where you want him most, but your husband acts completely unfazed, not allowing you to tug him higher up.

He takes his time, kissing and nibbling your thighs, before he boldly presses a kiss to the apex of your legs, tongue briefly dragging through your folds. It elicits a shudder in its wake, and you can’t stifle a moan.

Making his way up, he licks your navel, and eventually traces the curve of your full breast, circling your hardened bud. Cregan laps up every drop of milk that oozes out of your bud like nothing else than a starved wolf, the edge of his teeth applying just a faint pressure to the sensitive skin to stimulate the flow.

But when his other hand comes up to fondle and squeeze your other breast, that’s the moment you lose your composure, shamelessly smothering him with your breasts. “Gods, Cregan…” you whimper, immediately bringing you relief. There isn’t even time to waste a thought about the indecency of it all, not when it feels just so right.

It’s your mewls, your whispered whines and moans, the sound of you saying his name in such a desperate manner that drives him to continue. “You make me ache for you,” he rasps against your skin, voice thick with desire. Your husband never falters to ignite a fire inside of you with his words, especially when there’s an innuendo hidden between his praises.

Bringing his hand from your breast down between your bodies, he aligns himself with you, dragging the tip of his cock through your folds in a way that makes you bite back a moan and grind against him. You grip his dark curls harshly as he finally eases inside, pushing into you inch by inch, agonizingly slow to make sure you feel him enter you.

His suckling falters with the tightness of your walls embracing him, overwhelmed by pure bliss and a feeling he’s missed for the past few weeks.

Every gasp and whine that escapes you only serves to embolden him further, continuing to tease and taste your breast with unrivaled enthusiasm. It juxtaposes the slow, sloppy thrusts of his hips, and brings you two different kinds of sensations at once.

Cregan has made himself home between your legs, rocking his hips leisurely back and forth. He has dropped his weight on one elbow and leant his upper body to the side, determined to not put any weight on your swollen bump. His lips are firmly wrapped around your bud while his hand teases the other, pinching and squeezing it between his fingers. The proximity is unmatchable, feeding into your constant desire to be as close to him as possible.

You can practically watch him lose every ounce of self control, his suckling becoming more intense and the thrusts growing in determination. His groans and grunts are muffled, and droplets of your milk trickle idly down his chin, getting lost in the dark, coarse hairs.

You fully expect him to say something when he releases your bud, but he’s far too eager to get his fill again. Pinching the perky bud of your other breast harshly, droplets of milk run down the curve of it, only to be traced by his tongue, liking a flat stripe over your skin. He chokes on a groan as the sight has you clenching tightly around his hard cock.

“Please– do not stop,” you whimper, applying a bit of pressure to his head to urge him towards your breast again. “... not yet.”

Dark-blown eyes suddenly flicker up to meet yours, and a shuddered breath leaves your lips. “My my, what a greedy wench I have for a wife,” he chuckles to himself. You don’t take offense, but the statement does make you duck your head and bite your bottom lip sheepishly. “I do not intend to.”

Despite the teasing, it’s obvious your pleas fall upon eager ears as he heeds your command and closes his lips around your bud again. Every hungry pull of his lips draws more and more milk from you, and while relief makes itself known in your breasts, a different kind of pressure starts to settle in the pit of your belly.

Squeezing him so well, you make it impossible for Cregan to move on his own accord, and quickly take over, rolling your hips against his. It’s a race for completion, making your pearl throb with anticipation.

The coarse hairs of your husband’s beard drag over your sensitive skin with his eager suckling, tickling you and causing you to arch against him even more. You have your arms wrapped around his neck at this point, keeping him tightly against you.

A string of yesses falls past your lips like a chant, and the pace of your hips increases as far as your bump allows you to. Your mind grows hazy with pleasure, until your peak washes over you with a loud gasp.

You haven’t noticed Cregan watching you through it all, too focused on the sensations coursing through your body. His gaze is mesmerized, clearly relishing in the relief that’s etched onto your features and the way your walls flutter around his cock.

He pulls back, droplets of milk resting in the corners of his lips, and lifts his body to tower over you. The thrusting of his hips grows sharper now, determined to help you through your pleasure.

“That’s it,” he rasps, one hand resting on the mattress next to your head while the other gropes at your now relieved breasts.

“Once this pup is born,” he emphasized the words by rolling your sore bud between his index finger and thumb, drawing out just a few more droplets of milk. “I shall put another in you to keep you round with my seed.”

Your head grows dizzy, lightheaded even, and you can’t do more than whimper and whine through your peak, not fully comprehending what he’s said.

Cregan snaps his hips into yours once, twice before he topples over the edge with a loud groan, his throbbing cock spending itself deep inside of you. Cupping your breast, his fingers dig harshly into your flesh.

You continue to roll your hips against his, prolonging his pleasure. Switching roles, it’s now your turn to milk him for every drop, taking everything his cock spills inside of you. Every muscle in his body tenses, until eventually, he collapses to the side, careful not to put his weight on your swollen bump.

With his cock slowly becoming flaccid again, the sensation of his seed leaking out of your cunt is more apparent, causing heat to spread throughout your body. If it wasn’t for you carrying his child already, you would have mounted him to make sure his seed would bear fruit.

Cregan eventually lies down on his back, and you seize the chance to rest your head on his chest. It’s hard to keep your eyes open as his hand softly entangles into your hair, scratching your scalp in the manner that usually lulls you to sleep. His breath is slower now, his chest rising and lowering your head.

“I can not bear to spend another night without you by my side,” you all but whisper, bringing a hand to his stomach.

Your finger trails the contours of his muscles, before following the dark trail of coarse hairs down.

“You needn‘t worry about that,” he says. “We shall not stay in King’s Landing for too long. And I highly doubt that anyone could get me out of your chambers during the time we stay there. Once we arrive, we shall stay together.”

Nodding your head slowly, you hum a ‘mh-mh‘, too engrossed in the feeling of his hand in your hair and the other rubbing soothing circles over your back. Having trouble staying awake, you’re hardly able to process his next words, already drifting off to sleep.

“Let us sleep now, my love. We have another tiresome day ahead of us.“

Cregan Taglist: @nats-whore @aemondsbabe

[awholefuckinglifetimeofthis]

abandoning my morals to go into psychiatry just so that I can lobby for opioids becoming mental health meds

[thewidowsledger]

Gratitude

© thewidowsledger 2024 - DO NOT REPUBLISH AND PLAGIARISE

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Word count: 2.3k

Tags | Warnings: +18, AMAB!Natasha, MILF!reader, Natasha is 28 and reader is 36, beefy and nerdy Natasha (she has glasses and is a good cock cook too😩), blowjob (Natasha receiving), mommy kink (?), Natasha calls r 'mama'😩 r came from an abusive relationship before meeting Natasha, r has a son, mentions of cheating, physical abuse, Natasha and r met on a dating app

Author’s Note: I came up to this interview where this artist said, “When I came downstairs and the kitchen is clean and you’ve done it all, all the dishes, you better be ready to get your dick sucked.” And I was like I need to write something out of this, lol enjoy :p Nat + acts of service=😩🤲💗😜🍆 (I'm so nasty, I'm sorry bye)

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“Thank you for accepting me.”

Another kiss.

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

Another kiss.

“Now, let mommy show you how grateful she really is.”

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You had always envisioned yourself pursuing law school after graduation, but life had other plans. You unexpectedly became pregnant right after graduating, when you told your boyfriend of 3 years that you were pregnant, he was ecstatic to become a father. However, once your son was born, his true colors showed—he began to lash out at both you and your son and it became a living hell for you. 

He was the main provider when you were pregnant and for the first couple of years after your son's birth, he continued to support you. However, when your son turned 2, he provided less and less for you and your son, and that’s when you started looking for a job again.

You quickly pivoted to finding a job that would allow you to support yourself and your son. Luckily, you found a job as an advertising specialist, which provided you with a stable income that was enough to meet your needs and even help contribute to the household. When you had to work long hours, you would leave your son with your lovely neighbor, who was a grandmother and loved taking care of him like her own grandchild. She would always try to talk to you about leaving your boyfriend every chance she gets, she even tried to set you up with her amiga’s son. Of course you knew she meant well, but you would just offer a forced smile and a coffee she told you was her favorite to try and change the subject everytime she talks to you about it.  

Over time, your relationship with your boyfriend continued to deteriorate. He stopped helping you around the house and you would come home to find dirty dishes piling up in the sink and no food in the fridge. If there was food, it seemed like he only prepared it for himself. It felt like he was becoming more and more selfish and unthoughtful, leaving you to take care of everything on your own while he prioritized his own needs. 

He showed little to no interest in caring for your son too, often expecting you to handle all the parenting, household…everything! If your son cried, he wouldn't bother trying to comfort him and would just give him his phone while he watches TV. You didn't even know if he listened to you when you tried to talk to him about keeping your son away from gadgets.

If there was a mess to clean up, he always expected you to take care of it. He even went as far as shouting at you like a maid to do everything, showing a complete lack of empathy or willingness to share the responsibilities of raising your son.

As if it was only you who made your son? He literally put him inside you?

The breaking point in your relationship came when your boyfriend laid a hand on you. He was drunk when he got home, you asked him where he’d been and he told you, he went into a bar, out with friends—after that he told you not to ask any further questions. But the sickening perfume clinging on his shirt didn't stop you from asking if he was cheating on you and out of nowhere he came up to you and slapped you across the face. You knew at that moment that you had to leave him to protect your child from further harm. Yes, it was you who got hurt by him and if he could do it to you, he would do the same to your son. So you gathered your things and left that very night, never looking back. You also decided to leave the job you were working at, wanting to put as much distance between you and him as possible. Surprisingly, your ex-boyfriend never made any attempt to contact you or even ask about your son, as if he was relieved to be rid of you both.

Now, meeting Natasha felt like a breath of fresh air after the toxic relationships you had experienced. She was kind, empathetic, and genuinely interested in your well-being. Not to mention that she was almost a decade younger than you and was a beefy woman that has godly arms, that made you literally swipe right on sight. And behind that godly body she had a geeky side—she wore glasses, framing her intelligent green orbs, sparkling as she literally rambled about Greek mythology during your first date.

You were having a great time with her and you think you both clicked and you know that eventually that night during your date you have to tell her about your son which you were hesitant about, fearing judgement or rejection.

What if after you told her she will excuse herself to the bathroom and never come back and leave you with the bills? Or what if she will suddenly tell you that her dog is sick even though she doesn't even have a dog? Well, you don't want to assume already but these are the things you had experienced in the past when you started dating again—a lot of stupid excuses that led you to expect rejection or disappointment when you mentioned you had a son. 

However, as you gathered the courage to reveal this information, Natasha's reaction took you by surprise. 

“You have a son? That's wonderful. I hope to meet him soon.”

And you knew from there that you would let her take you to bed…not just to sleep though.

And speaking of bed you are now stretching yourself around your own bed, the memories of the night before came flooding back to you. You could still feel her lips on yours, her hands skimming over your body, her inside you. But then, the sheets where she had been laying is now cold, she is no longer beside you. You tried to look around your room but she's nowhere to be found. 

You immediately get yourself dressed soon, your mind shifting to a familiar routine—cleaning the house. Having come from an abusive relationship, you have become accustomed to cleaning as your ex-boyfriend had placed the burden of household chores on you, demanding that you clean the house, iron his clothes, and prepare his breakfast before he left for work and it has been an ingrained habit on you.

Though you were saddened by the thought of Natasha actually leaving, your instinct to still do the things you usually do every morning is a priority, and after that, you are planning to call Darcy to pick your son up and cry to her that you feared yet another date failed.

Maybe she was just embarassed to say it in front of your face, that she's not into single mothers and she was just being kind and she thought that you seemed like you haven't been laid for like what? Two years now? So she just slept with you and immediately fly off afterwards. Maybe you have to start putting a single mother warning on the dating app you have been using or maybe stop using it at all.

As you descended the staircase, a tantalizing aroma wafted through the air, causing your stomach to rumble. You strained your nose, trying to identify the source of the mouthwatering scent. Was it a rich pasta sauce or perhaps a delectable baked mac and cheese that was cooking in the kitchen? The mystery deepened your hunger, making your stomach growl even more insistently.

Wait, who was cooking in your sacred kitchen?!

Entering the kitchen, your gaze fell upon a delicious delightful sight —Natasha, clad in your strawberry-patterned apron, her beefy arms flexed as she skillfully stirred a pot on the stove, her strength and cuteness on full display. Sensing your presence, Natasha turned around, her smile widening as she laid eyes on you. 

“Good morning.” Natasha greeted you with her deep and velvety voice. 

“H-hi…”

“I hope you don’t mind me being here in your kitchen.”

Well, you literally let this woman take you in your own bed and be inside you the very same night you met…where else couldn’t she be in?

You looked around, taking in the immaculate state of your house. It was as if a cleaning fairy had come in the night and transformed the place. The floors were spotless, dishes were washed and put away, the couch cushions were fluffed and there were beautiful freshly cut roses arranged in a vase on the countertop. Your gaze fixed on the vibrant petals as you admired its simple beauty.

Natasha, noticing your gaze, commented shyly, “I brought some...for you, a while ago. I'm sorry for getting out of bed, I wanna prepare something for you before you wake up.” She smiled sheepishly, her fingers playing with the straps of the apron as she removed it out of her godly body.

Your eyes now darted to the vacuum, neatly tucked away in its usual spot and a frown creased your forehead. “D-Did you vacuum?” Natasha with her glasses slightly fogged up, nodded affirmatively, her hands busily wiping away the condensation.

“You know you don't have to do all this, right?”

“Yeah but I want to.”

“I'm sorry if my house is really that messy that you have to clean it yourself.”

“That's not what it is mama.”

You bit your lip trying not to moan right then and there with the nickname she gave you as you slowly walked up to her, thinking of some ways on how to thank her. 

Your eyes locked onto her figure as she prepare two plates for the two of you, “Thank you,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. You reached out and cupped her cheek to get all her attention. You gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, your fingers brushing against her cheek.

“Baby…it’s nothing, alright?” she giggled.

“Let me thank you for doing all this.”

“Well, your welcome.” She kissed your forehead but when she was about to turn and go back to plate the pasta your hands gripped her tighter and you pushed her gently against the kitchen counter, pinning her in place.

“I thought you will let me thank you for you doing all this for me?” you frowned, looking at her with best puppy eyes you could give.

“Y-yeah…and I said you’re welcome didn't I?” Natasha’s cheeks flushed with a rosy tint, her breath hitching in her throat unaware of what you’ve been meaning to say or do.

Her eyes widened in shock as she watched you slowly kneel down in front of her, your hands reaching for the waistband of her joggers, not even wearing a boxers. She didn't fight, her body seemingly frozen in place as you pulled them down, revealing her erect cock springing free.

You smiled up at her, your gaze fixed on her cock and she felt a heat spread across her cheeks. You wrapped your hand around the base of her shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Thank you for doing all this, baby,” you murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of her cock.

“Thank you for tidying up the house.”

Another kiss.

“Thank you for cooking for me.”

Another kiss.

“Thank you for accepting me.”

Another kiss.

“Thank you for taking care of me.”

Another kiss.

“Now, let mommy show you how grateful she really is.”

Without a second, you wrapped your lips around her thickness, taking her into your warm, wet mouth. Natasha’s head fell back against the cabinets, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her fingers tangled in your hair, guiding you as you bobbed your head. 

You continued to suck on her cock with fervor, your mouth stretching to accommodate her girth. Natasha’s hips bucked slightly, pushing her dick deeper into your throat. You gagged softly, but didn’t pull back, determined to show her just how grateful you were.

You looked up at her, your eyes meeting hers as you continued to suck on her hard length. Her glasses were fogged up, her eyes hidden behind the blurred lenses. But you could feel her gaze, intense and unblinking, as she watched you pleasure her.

“Fuckfuckfuck baby, sh—shit!”

As you continued to suck on her dick, saliva dripped from the side of your mouth, a small smile attempting to form on your lips despite the awkward position. You tried to grin up at her, hoping to catch her eye again through the fogged lenses.

Natasha's breathing grew ragged, her hands gripping tighter onto your hair. “B-baby I-I fu—!” she panted, trying to pull you off. But you tightened your grip on her thighs, keeping her in place as you continued to bob your head.

“Babybabybaby I’m going to…” she warned, her voice strained. You hummed in response, the vibration pushing her over the edge. She came with a low moan, her hips bucking forward as she spilled into your mouth.

You swallowed every last drop, your eyes watering slightly from the intense sensation. You slowly pulled back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Natasha sagged against the cabinets, her legs shaking as she tried to catch her breath. You slowly stood and she sighed, leaning against you for support, trying to steady her nerves. 

“If there should be someone who needs to be thankful, that’s me,” she buried her face in your shoulder, her breath warm against your skin. “Fuck, mama is-is there something I could still do around the house?” her voice coming out a little bit raspier and low.

You took a hold of her face and giggled, “Someone wants to be rewarded huh?”

“Mhm,” she nodded with a puppy dog eyes, her lips pouting at you.

You bit your lips at her being so cute and placed a kiss on her plump lips, “You have to stop before I let you fuck me to every corner you've cleaned around here.”

The red head then blush at your blunt words, “That's what I want,” she whined as she put her face back at your shoulder, embarrassingly admitting the reason why she wanted to help you around the house. And you just can't help but giggle and place a comforting kisses on the side of her face.

“Pasta’s getting cold, let’s eat?” She offered weakly as she pull back after clinging from you for support after the lingering aftershocks of the orgasm you gave her.

“I don't think I'm hungry for food anymore, I just had my breakfast,” you said with a smirk written on your face. You wiped the remaining evidence of her from the side of your mouth, sucking your thumb clean with a satisfied expression.

Natasha’s gaze intensified, her eyes locked onto yours, in a swift second you yelped as she effortlessly lifted you onto the kitchen counter. 

“Well, I haven't had mine, mama.” 

[dragons-and-handcuffs]

Cregan Stark x Targ!wife

A/N: not at all satisfied with this. Might delete it later

You never thought the North would become your home. You never imagined you would be lucky enough to marry a man who loves you with all his heart. And you certainly never believed you would love your position as the Lady of Winterfell. 

You were raised in King's Landing and Dragonstone, always surrounded by servants who would not let you even lift a finger. Whatever you needed or wanted were always brought to you. But in the North things are different. As the Lady of Winterfell you have a lot of responsibilities and truth to be told you are good at it. Running the Stark household and taking care of the people. It gives you a purpose and takes your mind off the war that's been going on. Although sometimes you just want to saddle your dragon and join Queen Rhaenyra’s army and fight, but both your mother and your husband have advised you to stay in the North. You are safe there, and if the enemy decides to attack North then your dragon would be needed to protect your new home. And to keep you updated in every matter regarding the war, Cregan even allowed you to join his council.

But other than that you are unbelievably happy in your marriage and content in you home.

However, there is another particular matter that has been bothering you. It's been eight months since your wedding to Cregan Stark, but so far you are not with child. Your main duty as his wife and the lady of Winterfell is to provide him with an heir and so far you have failed, at least that's what you feel. According to the maester it is due to stress, because there is certainly no lack of trying. The maester has even prescribed you some herbs to help but it's been a couple of months and you are not sure if they are working.

Whenever someone brings up that Cregan needs an heir, he immediately shuts it down. He would not let anyone blame you for something you have no control over.

After a busy morning you were just standing on the balcony of your room, hoping the cold air would make you feel better from the nauseousness you have been feeling for hours. You didn't tell anyone but you did throw up once. Maybe you are getting sick, maybe the food you ate last night didn't agree with you.

You were about to go and lie down, hoping that a little bit of rest will help and there will be no need to summon the maester. But before that your maid came in, informing you that your dragon had laid eggs last night and is not letting the dragon keeper get near her or her eggs.

You are aware that dragon eggs are precious and need to be carefully taken care of. You immediately saddled your horse and rode out of the castle ground, your guard accompanying you.

Your dragon has made the nearest big enough cave her new home. As soon as you reached the place you noticed the dragon keeper was standing outside. It was clear that he was afraid of going into the cave. "Stay here," You ordered your guard and made your way inside the cave.

The dragon was resting but once she heard someone was coming she raised her head in alert and got defensive, but immediately calmed down when she realized it was you. "My sweet girl," You patted her as you pressed your forehead against her head. She gently nudged you towards where her eggs were, secure under her wings. The eggs are black with a dark blue tint, matching the scales of your dragon.

"I will take good care of them," You spoke to the dragon in high valyrian as you gently took an egg in your hand. You ordered the dragon keeper to come and take the rest. This time your dragon didn't protest, she just rested her head down. "Bring the eggs to the castle," You ordered the keeper. These eggs are precious and needed to be properly kept and guarded.

Once you got back you were tired and not feeling well at all. You immediately summoned the maester.

Cregan Stark came back after some important business and immediately went to see you. He was worried when he saw you lying on the bed and the maester talking to you. When you saw your husband you sat up, a small smile of happiness welcoming him. "The princess is with child, my lord," The maester informed Cregan and took his leave.

Cregan was overjoyed and couldn't stop showering you with kisses. "You smell like dragon," *kisses you again*

The next nine months Cregan became extra protective of you, especially since the maester told him you might be carrying twins. Whenever he is with you his hands would be either around you or on your pregnant belly. He would carry you if necessary. Helping you get or down the bed.

The first time the babies kicked you two were just laying in bed at night. It was a very sweet intimate moment.

As you got close to the due date you personally went and chose two dragon eggs for your babies, keeping them in your room.

The labour was painful but your husband was there by your side despite everyone advising him to wait outside. At the end the pain was worth it when you gave birth to your twin sons. Both mini versions of Cregan Stark.

Your dragon was flying above when Cregan proudly announced the birth of the twins.

Since you couldn't get out of bed, it was Cregan who placed the dragon eggs in the cradles. He almost dropped it since they were so hot. Looked at you with confusion and surprise because he has seen you hold those eggs straight out of fire, thought he could do it as well.

Imagine you in bed with the twins in your lap, Cregan right next to you. Kissing you, and then kissing the kids' forehead. He is just over the moon and you have never looked more beautiful in his eyes.