#thanks girl i did need that quite badly but i also needed like. the house

[gothwizardmagic]

i had a really convoluted super vivid dream last night and in part of it abigail philosophytube burned down my house as part of making a video and like. ms. tube im so honoured you had me as a guest in your video but i did actually need that to live in

[atlafan]

20 & 28 from the prompt list pls!

20. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you forget all about that bastard.”

28. “I love that we both already finished and your legs are still shaking.”

smut prompts

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“He did what?” Harry’s jaw fell open as his dear friend, Y/N, told him about why she was newly single.

“He accepted a job across the country and expected me to drop everything to go with him! He didn’t even tell me he was looking for other opportunities. I mean, it’s a big step up for him, but to assume I’d quit my own job to go play house with him??? My whole family is here. I’d be sick to my stomach knowing I couldn’t see my nephews as regularly as I do now.” She sighed heavily and looked at her friend. “Can I crash here for a few days? If I go back to my place, I know he’ll show up and try to convince me to go with him again.”

“So, it’s over, just like that?”

“Yup. I’m not sabotaging my own career for a man. We’re clearly on different wave lengths, I guess it’s better to find out now.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Of course you can stay with me. Stay as long as you like.”

“Thank you.” She wraps her arms around his neck and sighs. “You’re such a good friend.”

Harry’s been waiting for Y/N and her boyfriend to break up for ages. He’s not one of those guys who’s only friends with a girl because he wants it to lead to more. That would be shitty of him. But he and Y/N have been friends for a while now, and as years have gone by, he’s started looking at her differently. A tiny crush started to bloom. He noticed how her laugh made him feel and how her smile gave him butterflies. It was gradual, natural. But he wasn’t sure how to bring this up to her, and there was never a good time. She was in a relationship, and he assumed she was happy, so he never let on about his feelings.

But now, Y/N is single. Harry’s not going to pounce on her right away. He knows she’ll need time to grieve the loss of her relationship. He also doesn’t want her to think he’s taking advantage of the vulnerable state she’s in. So, he’ll continue being the good friend that he is, and when the time is right, he’ll tell her how he feels.

//

Y/N was never one to wear her heart on her sleeve. She didn’t cry in public. She wanted people to think she was fine at all times. But after a month or so of being single, she found herself moping around a lot. She thought about her ex all the time. She hated it, but it was hard not to think of him. She wanted to know how his new job was going because she still cared. But then she’d remind herself that he probably doesn’t care how she’s doing, and then she’d distract herself with something to do.

Then, on a random Tuesday, two months later, a mutual friend sent her a message saying her ex was in a new relationship. He was posting her on main, laughing and smiling.

And that’s when Y/N finally cracked. She cried. She cried her eyes out until they were swollen and puffy. She couldn’t sleep when she tried to go to bed, so she texted Harry and asked if she could come over. He said yes.

“I don’t even know why I care.” She groaned as she told him about the ordeal. “How are men able to move on so quickly? I think about him every day. He always crosses my mind. I’m not even doing it on purpose. He probably never thinks about me.”

“He probably thinks about you all the time and started dating again to fill the void. That’s what I would do if I fucked up as badly as he did.”

“You know what bugs me the most? I have confirmation that he’s having sex. Someone else is giving him orgasms when all I’ve had for the last three months are my own hands and my vibrator. I’m too scared to meet some random dude from an app. I’m losing my mind, Harry. I feel like a feral cat in heat.” She chugs some water and takes a deep breath.

“You’re that horny, huh?”

“You have no idea. Masturbating and watching porn is fun and all, don’t get me wrong, but after a while it’s not exactly exciting. Feels like a chore.”

“I’m going to propose something, and I really want you to think about it before you decide it isn’t a good idea.” He runs a hand through his hair. “What if we had sex?”

“We, like, you and I?”

“Yeah.”

“No offense, but the idea of being pity fucked by my friend isn’t exactly getting my panties wet.”

“It’s not a pity fuck. Don’t be mad, but I’ve wanted to have sex with you for a very long time.”

“Great, so you’ve only been friends with me-“

“Don’t even go there because it’s not like that. We’ve been friends for five years. The last two, you were dating that asshole. A crush sort of snuck up on me around the time you and him started dating. I felt weirdly jealous every time you’d blow our friend group off to go be with him. And when I really thought about why, I realized that it was because I liked you as more than a friend.”

“You’ve liked me for two years?”

“Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“You were in love with him. I didn’t want to get in the way of your happiness. I’m fine if we just stay friends. I want you in my life, I don’t care how.”

“Why didn’t you make a move right after we broke up?”

“Other than not wanting to be your rebound, I knew you just needed a friend. You were vulnerable, I couldn’t take advantage of that.”

“You’d really want to fuck so quickly? Don’t you want to take me out on a date first?”

“You’re not the only one who feels feral, Y/N.”

“I can’t believe how stupid and oblivious I am.” She slides her hands down her face. “You’re a great guy, I’d be lucky to date you. My family already adores you. We practically go on dates all the time as it is.” She facepalms, then looks at him. “You really would fuck me right now?”

“Yes. Do…are you even attracted to me…sexually?”

“Harry, you’re the prettiest guy I’ve ever seen. Of course I’m attracted to you.”

“How would I have known that?! I’m not a mind reader!”

“Don’t raise your voice at me, I’m sad!”

“You’ve been sad for three goddamn months.” He steps towards her, backing her up to the sink counter, caging her in. “And I’m over it. I’m gonna fuck you so good you forget all about that bastard.”

“Oh, wow.” Her eyelids become hooded as she looks at him. “Yes.” She nods. “Please, I want that. I want you to fuck me, Harry.”

“Good. Jump.”

She puts her hands on his shoulders and jumps so she can wrap her legs around his waist. Harry’s mouth crashes to hers as he carries her to his bedroom. Y/N feels lightheaded as he lays her down, staying on top of her. Her fingers squeeze at his hair as she licks into his mouth. He tastes like mint, and it makes her moan. His hands slide up under her shirt, pawing at her breasts over her bra.

“Fuck, just take it off. Take it all off.” She whines, and he smirks down at her.

“Look who’s all eager all of a sudden.” He sits up and takes his own shirt off. Before he can reach for Y/N’s, she’s tackling him down and sponging kisses to his chest. Her tongue glides down over his butterfly tattoo. She inches further down until she’s nosing at his erection over his joggers. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”

“Don’t care, want it.” She tucks her fingers into the waistband of his joggers and looks up at him. “Can I?”

“Yes.”

He lifts his hips to help her and she gets the garment off. She kisses him over his briefs and licks his tip through the material. She even takes it into her mouth like this, and it rips a moan from Harry’s throat. Her eyes snap to his, completely blown out.

“God, I should have known you were vocal.” She whimpers. She tugs his briefs down and wastes no time getting the head of Harry’s cock into her mouth. She runs her tongue over his slit and suckles on the blurts of precome oozing out. She wraps her hand around him and slides her mouth off. “Jesus, you’re so big. I’m gonna see if I can get it down my throat.”

“You don’t have to, what you did before felt great.” He runs a hand through her hair and whimpers again.

“No, I want to choke on it. I really like giving head.”

“That’s something we have in common.” He smirks.

She spits onto his tip and takes him back into her mouth. She doesn’t go slow, she goes down fast and chokes, then pulls off, spitting on him to make it wet and messy, then she repeats. She does it until her throat can handle keeping him there for a moment. She swallows around him a few times before coming off and pumping him with her hand.

“Do you want to come in my mouth?”

“Are you gonna be a good girl and swallow it?”

“Fuck, and you’re kinky?! Should’ve done this a long time ago, Harry.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yes, I’ll swallow it.”

“Then go on and take it.”

She’s not pretty about it. She chokes and gags and sucks and bobs until Harry’s spurting rope after rope down her throat. He sits up after she pulls off and slots his mouth over hers. He grips the hem of her short and lifts it off. She unhooks her bra and lays back on the bed. Her back arches the second Harry’s tongue is circling her nipple.

“Best tits I’ve ever fucking seen.” He growls as he works his way to her other nipple. “So big and soft.”

“You don’t mind that they’re not all perky?”

“Why would I? A boob is a boob is a boob.” He sucks a good amount of one into his mouth, leaving marks from his teeth on her sensitive skin. He kisses down her stomach and hooks his fingers into the waistband of her leggings. “Can I take these off?”

“Yes.” She smiles softly. “And my panties too, please. I don’t like the feeling of sitting in my cold, wetness.”

“Heard.” He pulls both of the garments off and tosses them to the floor before splitting her thighs open. She’s glistening for him. He wells up some spit and watches it fall on and down her slit. “So fucking pretty.”

He spreads her lips apart, running his fingers through her sticky folds. His thumbs spread apart the top so he can find her clit. He taps on it with his finger, making her gasp.

“Did I find it, baby?” It’s rhetorical because before she can answer, his licking over it.

He wraps his lips around it and sucks hard, rapidly. He flicks the tip of his tongue over it, swirls it around, spits on it, then goes back to sucking. The sounds are wet and obscene. Y/N has a hand stuffed in his hair while the other clutches at the sheets. She moans out when she feels his middle finger sink inside her.

“So fucking tight.” He groans.

“I can take another, please, wanna feel you stretch me out.”

Harry grins and lets his ring finger join the middle. He works them in and out of her, wanting to prep her hole for what’s to come. Then he lets them stay deep inside and curls them to her front wall as he shallowly thrusts in and out. He gets his mouth back on her clit and uses his free hand to keep her thigh down and open.

“Fuck, just like that.” Her head rolls back and her mouth hangs open as she rolls her hips forward to meet his thrusts. “Harry, shit, you’re so good. Don’t stop.” Her toes start curling and her legs start shaking, and Harry laughs so sinisterly low that it makes her head dizzy. One of her heels digs into his shoulder blade. She’s panting and moaning and writing under him. “Oh, oh fuck.” She feels the coil deep in her belly about to snap. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come, don’t stop.” The bed starts creaking and the headboard starts thudding against the wall. Harry’s rutting his hips into the mattress and moaning into her. “Harry, Harry, Harryyyyyy, fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming.” Her back arches off the bed as she lets go. Harry fucks her through it, keeping his fingers deep inside her. He gives her throbbing clit a break, then slowly takes his fingers out when he hears her breathing evening out.

He sucks his fingers into his mouth, and his surprised when Y/N grips his jaw to pull him down to her. He takes his fingers out and replaces them with her mouth. They moan against each other, both relishing in the filthy kiss.

“Do you want to keep going?” He asks.

“Are you hard again?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s some good stamina.” She smirks.

“Eating you out made me hard again. Taste so fucking good.” He reaches into his side table drawer and pulls out a foil packet. He sits back on his feet and rips it open to roll onto his cock.

“Do you mind if I play the role of a pillow princess? Kind of want you to just do what you want with me.”

“Yeah? Does being used turn you on?”

“Like this…by you…it does.”

“This might hurt a little since it’s been a while for you. If you need me to stop, just tell me and I will.”

“Okay.”

Harry lines himself up and slowly pushes inside. Y/N bites into his shoulder. The stretch burns, but the pain soon turns to pleasure once he’s all the way in. His tip is already nudging into her g-spot.

“Good?” He asks.

“Yes, thank you. You can move.”

He pulls out about halfway before thrusting back in. Y/N is so sweet for him, he slips out a couple of times before he can get a rhythm going. He sits up and throws her legs over his shoulders, pounding into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. She raises her hips and starts moaning uncontrollably. The angle is perfect. He thumbs at her clit, and her nails dig into the meat of his thighs.

“I’m getting close.” She twitches under him, wanting to close her legs to get some relief, but she can’t. “Please, don’t stop.” She whimpers up at him. “Feels so good.”

“Love watching you take it.” He grunts. “We fit so perfectly, your pussy was made for me.”

“Oh, fuck!” Apparently, that’s all she needed in order to come. She drenches his cock, which surprises the both of them. “Oh my god!” She cries out, a second wave of pleasure washing over her. It’s like the never ending orgasm. “Please tell me I didn’t just pee on you.” She sits up on her elbows and is mortified by the wet spot between them. “I had all that water beforehand-“

“You didn’t pee, Y/N.” Harry chuckles. “You just squirted a little. Well, a lot, but you know what I mean.”

“I’ve never done that before.” She blinks.

“Poor thing.” He pouts down at her. “Didn’t it feel so good to get a release like that?” He places his hands on the back of her thighs and pushes them down until her knees are on either side of her head. “Hm?”

“Yes, felt amazing.”

“I’ll make you do it again, baby, don’t worry. Gonna give it to you like you deserve. Hold your legs there for me.” He grips her hips and starts moving her on and off his cock. He watches as her eyes roll back and he laughs lowly. “Feel good?”

“Soooo good, oh my god.”

His fingers comes together and he slaps her clit, over and over and over until she’s panting and crying out and making a mess. He pulls out to move her onto her side. She sighs contently, happy to give her legs a break. But it’s not long until Harry is putting one of her legs over his shoulder and sliding back in, fucking her from the side.

“Christ, can feel you in my guts.”

“M’not hitting your cervix right? It still feels good?”

“Feels amazing, keep going.”

“Rub your clit. I wanna come at the same time.”

She slides her hand down and touches herself. She could honestly come from the sound of Harry moaning alone, but his cock beating into her g-spot is also a big help. She screams his name as she comes, making another mess. Harry grunts and whimpers and moans as he fills the condom.

He waits until they’ve both caught their breaths to pull out. Y/N rolls onto her back while Harry throws the condom away. The bed creaks as he lays back down next to her. Her lower half twitches every so often, her thighs still quivering.

“I love that we both already finished and your legs are still shaking.” He turns onto his side and draws shapes into her belly.

“Shut up.” She breathes. “I can’t even feel them.”

“You should really come with me to Pilates more often.”

“Who needs Pilates when you’re going to be fucking me like that regularly?” She turns her head to the side to look at him.

“Oh, am I going to be fucking you regularly? I didn’t get that memo.” He smirks.

“Yes, generally, when two people start dating, they fuck regularly.”

“Are you serious?” He sits up, hope painted all over his face. “You can really see us being a romantic couple?”

“Yeah.” She smiles up at him and caresses his cheek. “I’d really like to give this a shot.”

“Oh, Y/N, that makes me so happy.” He moves to lay on top of her and buries his face in her neck. She holds him to her chest, content with having his weight on her.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for being you.”

He moves to look at her and pecks her lips. “You’re welcome.”

[thinkingotherwise]

Wind Breaker x OFC

Finding a match for OC: who would she befriend, who would fall in love with her from the Wind Breaker characters

Requested by: @ivelesseo - girl with short blonde hair when she was a child, and long hair when she was a teenager, sparkling gray eyes, and wearing scented perfume - her personality: she is kind, affectionate, gentle, and calm, but at times she is playful and funny, and she has funny jokes. She does not like to see anyone upset or see anyone being harassed, even if it's someone she hates or does not love, although when someone provokes her she has very strong responses. Loves to help poor people and people in need, she is a very positive person and doesn't like to see anyone sad. She loves to be alone sometimes.

So I chose some characters that would get along with your OC the best: Hajime Umemiya, Tasuku Tsubakino, Kyotaro Sugishita, Ren Kaji, Kotoha Tachibana

Also warning for spoilers in Tsubakino's and Kaji's parts.

Hajime Umemiya

Hajime knew you for quite a few years, and he was very aware of your nature. He certainly shared his plans of making Bofurin a better place with you, but he wouldn't let you fight.

He was very protective of you and admired your kindness. He would appreciate you helping everyone out, even if they talk badly about you. He liked that you could be forgiving. Of course, he would do everything in his power so that you are not provoked or harassed, you would be under his care and he'd openly show off your close relationship to everyone in town and Bofurin.

He relished the fact that the two of you could joke together. He didn't like being serious all the time, only when needed, and he enjoyed unwinding by telling jokes and having some meet-ups with friends. So he really liked it whenever you matched his playful energy, telling jokes and laughing together.

It would be hard to get him to fall in love with you, because he thought about everyone as his family. He was just content with being everyone's "big brother". But he certainly had a soft spot for you and maybe the admiration he felt for you would, in the future, turn into something more.

Tasuku Tsubakino

They got to know you through the grandpa that took care of them. You probably caught him struggling out in the town and decided to help him. As the elder invited you to the house and gave you some sweets, Tsubakino saw you near his house and they thanked you. Your kindness was what brought you close.

They admired you for helping people out and also liked how kind to and accepting of everyone you were. They enjoyed your playfulness and didn't mind your teasing when it came to their feeling for certain person. They appreciated that you accepted them and still kept in contact after getting to know them and their side-job.

They liked spending time with you and the two of you would usually meet up either at the grandpa's place to talk about everything and anything, or Tsubakino would bring you out for shopping. Then you would spend your time picking out perfumes and going to the hair salon and getting your hair done. Whenever they invited you out to watch them dance you'd always cheer them on and later would end up eating together with their friends from the bar.

Tsubakino would treat you as a bestie and loved to spend their time together with you. You were someone they could trust and depend on, they certainly loved having you in their life.

Kyotaro Sugishita

The way you treat everyone, the fact that you were kind and calm but sometimes joyful was something he found familiar in you and Umemiya, which kind of convinced him to befriend you. Or maybe not befriend at first but tolerate you.

After you showed such a nice and positive side to him, even going as far as worrying about him when he was fighting left and right with the upperclassmen, he did start to get used to you.

Several times you ended up helping people around town along the streets he patrolled. And he always felt the need to help you out. He would take over some jobs he thought you'd have issues with and he liked working in silence that you provided. Also being thankful for you being the one to talk with townsfolk, as he wasn't that talkative.

Having long hair, he knew it could be disturbing, and seeing as you, while helping around town sometimes forgot your hairband, he started keeping them in his pockets, just to give it to you, whenever he was near and saw you struggling with your hairstyle.

After so much time spent together and befriending you, Kyotaro started feeling something more and became slightly disturbed by it. He wasn't aware but he ended up getting a crush on you.

Ren Kaji

You were one of the few that knew about his "monstrous" side, being in the same class as him before Bofurin. Being so nice surprised and made him wary of you at first, thinking you tried to make fun of him. But as time passed he would get to know you were like that with everyone.

Even during mid-school, you were attached to him, spending time with him even though he worried he could hurt you. You simply liked his quietness. He tried to keep his distance from you but you with all your smiles and playfulness you grew on him.

Not forgetting the many times you told off some classmates or other kids who were making fun of Ren. He would admire you for being so firm and assertive but also forgiving even to those who hurt you.

He truthfully worried that when he would hurt you, you would forgive him but he wouldn't forgive himself. He just couldn't fathom ever bringing you any kind of pain. You showed him so much positivity, he wanted to do the same for you.

Ren liked that you were an introvert because you understood that he enjoyed being alone and he appreciated that in you. Getting to know all your side, he would be someone who would certainly like you enough to consider dating.

Tachibana Kotoha

Your character was very similar to her and she liked to think of you as her copy, or the other half. Because really she could do so many things with you. Talk about the issues around town and how to solve them, help everyone including her, whenever Bofurin came over for some food, or even joke and tease the guys.

Whenever you visited her cafe Kotoha would prepare you some snack and you'd end up talking while she shared with you some fun facts and gossip she heard from other clients.

She was amazed at how protective you can get, and how you stand up to people that harass you, even though it was usually hard to make you angry, because of your calm personality.

Being so similar you certainly found a way to her heart. It would all depend on you if you stayed friends with her or turned it into something more.

Tags: @misticbullet

[writing-rat]

Sin Under One Roof

Pairings: G!P Lorraine Day x Reader

Content Warning: Smut, 18+ Content, G!P Lorraine Day, Cuddling

Summary: You were sinning under Lorraine's roof. You didn't want to be caught...

WC: 680

It had been a week after the filming of another sex film, and Lorraine was slowly getting braver and bolder due to the film she had been filming. She was actually in some of them, but not too often. She didn’t want anyone knowing her daddy to notice it was her and if anyone did… they were silent about it. In fact she knew you, as her girlfriend, knew because she shared them with you whenever her parents were out doing the farmers market and she was doing chores around her house and finished early. She was always happy to see your reactions, thankful you let her be in the films. She was raking in quite a few profits after all due to her also having a dick. It was working to take you out on dates. Her parents would also help as they accepted her having a girlfriend and also being able to have a chance to have kids. What they didn’t know was that you were already sinning, having sex before marriage but you didn’t really care about that. 

It was currently nighttime and you couldn’t sleep, so couldn’t Lorraine. You were both pent up due to how Lorraine had been teasing you. She had been touching your thighs, and breasts and even rubbed you through your clothes at one point. She also showed her bulge off to you. Once it had been 2 hours since her parents had gone to bed, that’s when Lorraine was sucking and kissing all over your neck, making sure not to mark you. You moaned quietly as you felt her press her bulge against your ass, smirking as she did so. “Think you can be silent?” she teased, rubbing your nipple as she was sucking on your neck again. You nodded.

“Yes ma’am, I can be,” you moaned. “Good,” Lorraine commented as she was soon tugging off her nightdress as well as yours. That’s when she groped your chest as she thrust between your thighs, wanting to get you all needy for her. You knew what she was doing. 

“Please Lorraine, I need you. Please enter me, need it badly,” you whined needily, just like what she wanted. That’s when Lorraine started to slowly enter herself inside you as she was putting a few fingers in your mouth, forcing you to suck on them. You were doing as told, starting to suck on them as she was thrusting slow and gentle at first, it being weeks since you last fucked. You kept sucking as you moaned around her fingers, opening your legs wide for her.

Soon enough she was speeding up, rubbing your nipples even more. You were moaning as quietly as you could, unable to help them as you kept bobbing your head up and down on her fingers. Lorraine meanwhile was gasping in between breaths next to your ear, moaning quietly as well. You loved that as she was soon marking your shoulder, soon rolling on top of you as she removed her fingers from your mouth. Meanwhile, you were starting to bite into the pillow, not wanting to be loud for her parents to hear. She was soon thrusting into your G-spot, memorising whereabouts it was as she got rougher. She was also much faster, one hand groping at your ass now while the other was groping harder on your chest. 

You couldn’t help it but after a few more thrusts you came. Lorraine smirked, as she kept pounding into you now, treating you just like a sex toy. You didn’t really care, however, happy to be used by her. You were hers after all and you knew that she was yours. She was kissing your shoulders more before she came inside. “Good girl,” she hummed out, yawning as she was holding you close. “Want me to cock warm you to sleep?” you asked innocently enough. Lorraine was nodding, getting back to spooning you again as she kept inside.

You loved the fact you were sinning under her roof, near where her parents were and they had no clue…

[vay99]

Mikey x reader

You are-?!

Anime/Manga: Tokyo revengers

"Okay what's up?" Draken asks his friend, hw has had enough of Mikeys behavior. 

"What do you mean?"

"You're attending school. Like a normal kid. For a whole month now? How did that happen?" 

"Just thought that education might be useful." the shorter one shrugs his shoulders. 

"Bullshit." he doesn't believe a word he says, noticing that Mikeys attention has switched to a (h/c) girl passing them in the school hall. "She's the reason ain't she?" 

"We have sports together and she's sooooo badass." 

"Ask her to join Toman if you like her that much." 

"I would love that." he keeps his eyes on you the whole time, smiling. 

"Our Mikey is head over heals~" 

*Loads of teasing later*

Mikeys favorite subject has finally arrived. PE. Oh and you're playing baseball. But you're on different teams which upset Mikey quite a bit. 

Standing at the second base you're waiting for the ball to get hit, which it was a few seconds later... quite unlucky. The ball hit you right on the left eyebrow, causing it to bleed immediately. And Mikey to panic. He wants to send that guy to hell that hit the ball so badly but also want to help you. He's half frozen and half on fire. 

"Someone needs to help (y/n) get to the infirmary." the teacher says, your class gathering around you. 

"No worries, it's just a cut, I need a plaster and that's it." you wave it off but your teacher doesn't allow it, she wants you to get checked up. 

"I'll take her." Mikey yells once he reached you. His anger taken replaced by worrying as he walks you to the infirmary, keeping a close eye on you. 

"Thanks but this isn't necessary." you chuckle once you've reached your destination. 

"Have you seen your wound!?" 

"I've done kickboxing for years, I'm used to such injuries." you wave I off, being greeted by a nurse. 

"That doesn't mean that you don't feel pain or are invincible." his eyebrows furrow whole he stares at the ground. 

"You're right but after some injuries you know what you can handle." 

The nurse tells Mikey to wait outside while she treats your wound. 

"Will she be okay again?" he jumps up after a few minutes, still overreacting. 

"It's just a cut, her head got hit at a fast speed though so she should take it slowly for the rest of the day." 

"I'm relieved to hear that, I'll drive you home." Mikey offers to you. 

"You've got a good boyfriend right there, take good care of each other." the nurse leaves you two alone, equally confused. 

"Boyfriend?" you say in unison, both pointing at Mikey. 

"Thanks for the offer, you're a great boyfriend." stressing the last word you start walking towards his bike while Mikey hides his blush behind his hair. 

"Here we are." you announce after a short ride, taking off the helmet. 

"Are you sure you're alright?" the concern in his voice and his furrowed brows are the softest expression you've ever witnessed on his face. 

"Yes, and thanks Mikey, I appreciate your help." you smile at him "If you want to you can come in and eat something." 

"How could I say no to you or food?" he smiles, following you. "Why does this house look so familiar?" 

Mikey assists you while cooking ramen, he never cooked before but he tries his best. He was very confused when he saw the uncooked noodles "What are those?" and was highly embarrassed when you started laughing. It turned out really delicious. 

"I should learn how to cook." 

"I can help you with that." 

"Really?" his eyes sparkle with joy as you nod and take another bite. 

"I'm home!" a voice interrupts, coming from the front door. 

"Hey Keisuke!" you great the boy walking in. 

"Oh, Mikey what are you doing here?" Baji asks his friend who's currently busy connecting the dots. 

"Wait?" 

"Yep." you two say in union. "We're siblings." 

After staying silent for two minutes he finally speaks up again. "Should've guessed you're both hella pretty." 

"Yeah I hear that a lot." you roll your eyes. 

"People swooning over your brother?" 

"I can't tell how often girls tell me 'Your brother is so hot, he's such a daddyyyyy'. Like, girl. He can't even look straight into a girl's eyes without panicking. Also stop thirsting over my brother what the hell is wrong with you."

While Mikey dies laughing. "Sounds like Baji." Baji is mad and confused at the same time. 

"They see him beat someone up and fall immediately, how weird are they?" 

/I fell for you because you did the same, so I won't say that, noted./ Mikey thinks to himself while he calms down a bit. 

"If girls really say that how come I'm still single?" 

"You can't talk to a girl without becoming a freaking mess. Get your shit together." you clap your hands at the last sentence while Baji grumbles to himself. 

"Why are you here anyways." he refers to Mikey, ignoring your comment. 

"(y/n) got hit by a baseball and I drove her home." 

"Oh, I see." Baji nods, you both get into fight in a regular basis so a wound is no shocker for him. Then there's Mikey. 

"Are you dizzy? You're still alright?" 

"Yes Mikey." you reassure him once more. 

"Our Mikey is worried?" Baji immediately catches on. "Have fun I'll just grab some snacks and leave you two alone." 

"So you think Kei is hot?" you ask after your brother left the house. 

"Huh???" 

"Just asking if you want me to set you two up~" 

/Wrong sibling/ Mikey thinks to himself as he follows you into the kitchen with the dishes. "I'm not into Baji." 

"Which one?" 

Took him a minute to get what you're hinting at. 

"Keisuke." 

"Ah, so you're into me." 

"How did this conversation lead us to this point!?" 

"Well the nurse called you my boyfriend, I like the sound of that." you answer honestly, placing the bowl in the dishwasher. 

"You do?" 

"Yeah. Do you?" 

"I nearly died out of worry for you after you got hit by that ball. And I fully died after being called your boyfriend SO YES!" red ears and puffed cheeks turn Mikey into the most adorable person you know. 

"Please don't." you wrap your arms around his neck, resting sour forehead against his. "It'd break my heart if you'd die. What can I call you instead of boyfriend, so you don't die?" 

"I don't know." he mumbles quietly, one hand slowly holding onto your shirt. 

"Babe? Future husband? Cutie? Love?" 

"You're killing me with all of these." Mikey whines, hiding his face in your neck. 

"Mikey?" 

"Mhm?" 

"Can I call you mine?" 

"(y/nnnn)." 

"Okay okay Mikey it is then." you giggle, kissing his temple. 

"You're unfair, I should take care of you." 

"I'm not stopping you." 

Still slightly flustered he carries you bridal style into your bedroom so you can rest, doctors orders, and Mikeys heart can recover from the roller-coaster it has been threw. Cuddling up in your bed you're the first one to drift off to sleep, happier then ever. 

Bonus:

*A few days later*

Mikey wanted to see how strong you are by himself. And damn you're enjoying how that went, his joy... well... 

"The invincible Mikey, laying underneath me, I could get used to that~"

"What's that supposed to mean!?"

"Do you need some type of reward to get serious?" you tease him, while he struggles to escape your grip. 

"I AM SERIOUSLY FIGHTING YOU! YOU'RE JUST TOO DAMN STRONG!"

"Adorable~" you continue, still fixing him to the ground.

"I'm not adorable." 

"Yes you are~" you peck his lips which cause his face to erupt in a bright red. "See? Adorable~" 

[sueheesblog]

Syd wasn't the only one treated badly this season. As a Sydcarmy shipper, I didn't get a kiss or love confess scene and that's okay. I'm not jumping ship until Chris paint me a obvious pic that Syd or Carmy doesn't have feelings for each other. (And to be honest he's doing a shitty job at it). The tea, margrin wider, his perfect meal delivered to Syd, she putting in his play with love n care.... His apologies in episode one. Storer is not beating these Sydcarmy allegations.

If I can make it through "Scandal" with my girl Olivia Pope being a mistress n used like a door mat for the White House and all sort of men. I pray I have the strength to deal with the shit show The Bear just handed it audience in Season. SPOILERS BELOW

Most of the characters in this season was treated like shit, not just Syd (I know we want a love story. But nothing good comes easy). We are at a point where Syd n Carm are not on the same page and one of them is planning to breakup with the other. I like the angst makes the show more realistic.

I don't hear anyone crying about Ebra running the whole sandwich window by himself for a month maybe more!!! That shit was soo unfair. He was doing a two or 3 mans job for 1 pay check. (The side window was Syd's idea and we later found out that most of the money they make was from it). Tina was also treated badly by Carm, to the point where she got overwhelmed. We saw Syd stepped up n told Carm she would handle T. Becuase she knew if Carmy handled it, Tina would've walk out on his ass.

Cousin was also treated like shit (him and Syd got the most heat). I'm surprised he doesn't have panic attacks after dealing with Carmy's madness. Carmy changed everything Cousin did (dining setup) and everything Syd did (menu wise).

Carmy also treated his sister shitty. His constant menu changes and all the paper work she had to deal with because of his mess. That was soo heartless considering she was pregnant and close to delivery. But, Carmy didn't care about that, he went right back to not asking her how she's doing.

Only the Faks were painted in a good lifght this season, and I don't know why. It's so weird. They got too many screen time. The writers should have used those times to answer some questions for the viewers. But, instead, they wasted it on Faks and the Computer guy, who was rude to Syd and wanted Marcus gone. Nat was an OG for standing up for Marcus.

Marcus was also mellow, but I think it's because he lost his mom. Everyone was careful around him, and did their best not to overwhelmed him.

I need some of you to quit thinking Syd was the only one catching heat this season. I'm not pulling the black woman card yet. I like being fair. And right now, I'm hope the fandom doesn't die because I can see some really good fanfic with angst based on this season. Or theories as to how Carmy will handle hearing that his fear of Syd really leaving this time for good, might come to pass.

And a big thanks to everyone who's post the gifs. Y'all really should get paid for these things. Just absolutely breathtaking and creative.

[star-girl69]

Aemond x plus size reader

Innocent reader is unaware the man she has been talking to has made a bet with others on who could sleep with her first and ruin her reputation Aemond over hears them and dishes out some classics fuck around and find out justice for her?

Thank you!

a/n: tysm for this request anon!!! sorry it took me like eight million years to do it lmao but i hope you all enjoy!!!!

also side note but everyone PLEASE SEND IN REQUESTS FOR DAEMON I LOVE HIM SM I NEED TO WRITE FOR HIM

warnings: swearing, aemond is a creep, aemond thinks and says some not very kind things, aemond is a perv tbh, obsessiveness, possessiveness, violence, mentions of sex, this is just honestly very suggestive and dirty, alcohol, death, mentions of blood, tell me if i missed anything!!

Defend Your Honor

—-

“Goodnight, Aemond.” You looked up at him so sweetly, smiling with heat in your cheeks. You should always look like this, he decided. He wanted nothing more to than to stay in your company for a little longer, but he let his hand fall from yours, let you walk away.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He called out to her, and she looked at him over her shoulder. She had her eye on him, he knew, and he had his eyes on her.

Although they hadn’t made anything official yet, the way she melted under him was promise enough. The way she was always so needy to kiss him, the way his fingers sunk into her soft hips when he took what was his, that was promise enough. She was his, and there was no denying that.

Aemond could care less that others saw her as undesirable. He only had one eye, and yet he saw more clear than them. It did not matter that she was from a lower house, he would take her, and he would marry her.

Fuck. She finally disappeared around the corner, not turning back. Which was probably a good thing, seeing as with one glimpse of her lips or the curve of her neck, Aemond might pounce on her all over again.

He clenched his fists.

He needed her so badly, and constantly. He needed her in the morning, afternoon, and night. He needed her in sleep, in wake. In light, in darkness.

What made her so different was that Aemond needed all of her. He needed the curve of her hips, the swell of her ass, her soft lips, but he also needed her conversation and her comforting presence.

She was just made for him, he supposed.

He turned quickly, heading back towards the feast. He needed wine. Ale. Whiskey. Something to calm himself, stop the tightening of his pants. Take his mind off of her.

He bursted through the doors, eyeing down the nearest servant and snatching a glass of champagne from the tray they carried. He didn’t even bother to look at who he was harassing, downing the first glass and another.

The alcohol settled in his stomach.

Better, he mused in his mind, much better.

While nothing could compare to the taste and feel of her, this did come close.

He stepped away from the poor servant, instead choosing the stalk the room. Perhaps two drunken men would get into a fight, provide him with some entertainment. Without his sweet girl next to him, he was utterly bored.

He perked up at the sound of boisterous laughter across the halls, finding a table of young men. These were all first or second sons, future lords and important men. They were arrogant, and sometimes gave him a good laugh. He scanned the room.

No fights. He sighed, making his way over to the table of men.

The leader of them, perhaps a Tyrell, straightened and raised his cups in greeting to the one-eyed prince.

“My prince,” a few men echoed, taking notice of his presence. Aemond nodded, sitting at the end next to a Lannister man he was quite fond of.

He and this Lannister man were quite similar, he supposed.

Nothing came close to dragons, but he could appreciate a lion’s roar.

He recognized a man sitting next to the Tyrell son. A Baratheon. Stefan Baratheon was a proud and horrid man, and one of his beloved’s suitors.

Just until everything fell into place, she had to at least pretend to be entranced by these horrible, boring men. None compared to him. His chest tightened at the thought of his girl with another man.

But he pushed the thoughts away, a servant placing a glass of wine in front of him. Him and the Lannister man fell into a polite conversation, and Aemond found himself actually interested. A rare thing without you next to him.

It seemed Tyran Lannister had a paramour as well, and was in a similar situation to Aemond. They laughed, each claiming that their lover was better than the other. It was all lighthearted, and Aemond let his mouth curve into a small smile during the conversation.

“This one whore my father-” a hiccup, “is forcing me to court, Gods, she might be the ugliest bitch I’ve ever seen. Fuckin’- fuck, what’s her name? She’s from the Vale, maybe. I get why they fuck sheep now. They’re definitely smaller than her!” More boisterous laughing, the sound of skin slapping as a man next to him clapped him on the back. Another cheered his cup with him, wine spilling all over the table. The laughter only increased. “Y/N!” He suddenly shouted, and Aemond looked at him.

What the fuck could your pretty name be doing in his mouth?

“That’s her name. She is- Gods- something. Fatter than the fattest sheep, I tell you. I bet I- I could get her to fuck me. Gods knows I’m the best she’ll ever get.”

Aemond didn’t know what was doing. White hot rage covered him- and he couldn’t think straight. He slammed his cup onto the table, eye glaring at Stefan Baratheon.

The table turned to the one-eyed prince.

“Did you know, Lord Baratheon, that Lady Y/N is to be my wife? My dear Queenly Mother is in the process of negotiating with her father as we speak.”The lie rolled off his tongue easily. Soon it would be true.

Perhaps the alcohol in Sefan’s blood made him even more stupid than he already was, because while every other man as the table tensed, he laughed.

“I pity you, My Prince. I pity you.”

“Continue to talk and I’ll cut your tongue out.”

He seemed confused now, setting his cup down. “My Prince, I-”

“Get out of my fucking sight. I’m being reasonable right now. But with these men as my witness, say one more word and I will rip your throat out myself.”

Gods, this man was stupid. The Tyrell man and another next to him both put hands on his back, whispering at him to leave.

“I’m just saying the truth.”

At first, Aemond couldn’t quite believe he had said that.

“You will die, tonight.” Aemond’s chair was thrown back as he stood up, and Stefan did as well.

Stefan braced his fists, got into a fighting stance.

Aemond walked around the table. The other men watched him, perhaps in awe or fear, as he took a knife out of his waistband.

Stefan made the first smart choice he had made all night. He fell to his knees, begging forgiveness of the one-eyed Prince.

But Aemond had already given him a chance. He would have let Stefan live, after he had been removed from court and betrothed to the ugliest woman Aemond could find.

But he just couldn’t keep his mouth closed.

Stefan Baratheon got to keep his tongue and throat that night, a knife plunged into his heart instead.

—-

It was just after your handmaidens had gotten you ready for bed when the door burst open.

“Aemond!” You shouted, watching as he barred the door behind himself, pacing back and forth at the foot of your bed. “Aemond- is- is something wrong? Did something happen?” Maybe your eyes were tired from sleep, but blood seemed to be splattered on his face.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He stopped his pacing, letting out a deep breath. His fists were clenched at his sides, finger nails no doubt leaving impressions. “I fear I would hurt you if I touched you. I am still- still so filled with anger.” You beckoned him over to you, and he answered your call, staying a few feet back.

Now that he was closer, you could see the blood on his face.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” He didn’t seem to be hurt, so you weren’t too worried. But still, it gnawed at your heart.

“I’m fine, my love. Fine.” His fists unclenched, and suspecting that it was what he needed, you let his eye trail over you, taking in every inch of exposed skin your nightgown allowed. You had sat up in bed, sheets pooling around your waist.

He took a step forward, taking your hands in his own. Gently, he placed a kiss to the back of each hand, and even with the blood on his face, you blushed at the sweet gesture.

“My Y/N,” he rasped, and you reveled in it. “You are so perfect. So mine.”

You were used to his searing compliments, but this time it felt different. You didn’t mind, still enjoying his attention regardless.

“Would you break the rules with me? Let me sleep in your bed tonight?”

You smiled. You suspected he would climb into your bed sometime in the night, as he did most nights.

“Of course, Aemond.”

He took off his leather jacked, folding it and placing it at the end of your bed. He slipped off his shoes, and you waited eagerly for him to return to where he belonged, right next to you. Eager to return where you belonged, right in his arms.

He lifted the sheets, took you into his arms as you laid your head on his chest, soothed by the sound of his heartbeat. You traced circles onto his chest with your finger, and he wrapped his own arms around you.

He turned, blowing the candle on your bedside table out. The room was enveloped in darkness, and you let your eyes fall shut.

“Will you tell me what happened? Why there’s blood on your face?” You could already feel yourself drifting off, everything so perfect, so right, in the arms of your Aemond.

“I defended your honor, my love.” He pressed a kiss to your head, and sleep washed over you like a wave.

—-

[cry4vin]

may I request some hc’s for fem ! reader being in a poly relationship with villain ! izuku, katsuki and todoroki <3

Of course!! Sorry this took me a while, it came to me in pieces. But I hope you enjoy!!!!

✧ Katsuki was first.

✧ He had been cleaning up after some of Izuku's men, as he usually did when a job got dirty and nobody else wanted to do anything about it. 

✧ After assessing the situation at hand, he began to make his rounds through the area, making sure there was no unnecessary casualties. They were villains but they had a few morals. While walking down past an alleyway, he heard your weak whimpers and soft cries, he immediately knew you were way different from their current target just by the sounds of your cries. 

✧ It only took Katsuki a few seconds to beat the bastard down when he realized you were being harassed. You’d been pretty shaken up from the guy's actions so Katsuki didn’t blame you for trying to keep your head down when you thanked him, but he did manage to catch a glimpse of your eyes, a glimpse he wouldn’t be able to shake from his mind. 

✧ And he really couldn’t. He tried, he really did, but every time he tried to rid his mind of the thought of you, his pants would tighten up around him. He was only able to take care of the problem when he was alone, but trust me, he was still anything but quiet. 

✧ Then, Izuku finally caught word of the incident.

✧ Izuku wasn’t the type to get caught up in drama going on in the “workplace”, but when one of his men came in badly beaten and swearing up and down he’s quitting, he just needed to know what he did to get fucked up that badly.

✧ Hearing that Katsuki was the one to deal the damage didn’t surprise Izuku, but hearing that it was over a girl definitely caught his attention, so much so that he felt he needed to confront Katsuki himself about this. Yet, Katsuki didn’t give him much to work with, he wanted you for himself too, remember?

✧ Izuku was good at digging around, he knew the city and most of its people like the back of his hand, so it didn’t take long to find you or figure out your daily whereabouts. The issue at hand had been how would he approach you without being creepy?

✧ When he did eventually think up a plan and apologize for the bastards behavior, he asked if you wanted any money as compensation for emotional distress, maybe a few hundred dollar gift cards to your favorite stores, and if not that then maybe his personal credit cards, or roses and chocolate. Seriously, he was so smitten with you at first glance that he told himself if you asked him for all his money at that moment he would have given it to you. 

✧ Not only just his money, or expensive gifts, but his children too. Those few women out there that were lucky enough to know of him would beg and whine for him to give them a chance, proving that they could fit the role of his wife. But a few words exchanged between the two of you secure your spot. He’d become so confident that he would win you over, he wasn’t even worried about the chase anymore, just how quickly he’d put you in a mating press, pushing loads of cum back into you while you begged for him to fuck you more

✧ Shoto was different. 

✧ Anyone who knew Shoto knew it’s not like him to mess with someone else’s relationship, he didn’t care much for relationships anyway, until he had stumbled upon you and Izuku enjoying a private, outdoor dinner. 

✧ Again, he himself knew that he wasn’t the type to get involved with someone else’s partner, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him right?

✧ And that is how you found yourself ending every date with Izuku by pretending to leave, only to make a rather large U-turn to Shotos area of the house. 

✧ Now, you also knew that you weren’t the type to cheat. It was an immoral, unexcusable, and unforgivable thing to do. Yet, why did it always feel better getting fucked by your date’s best friend in the same house they share, moaning louder with each footstep that passes by, the excitement building in your system at the thought that it could be Izuku walking by. 

✧ But, you also knew that if Izuku found out you had been cheating on him, he wouldn’t take it lightly. I mean, how could he? He’s known you for barely a week and already confessed his love for you at least once a day. You weren’t ready to see what he was capable of if he were to get hurt by the thought of you and both his friends.

✧ Yes, both of them, because when Shoto doesn’t pull you to his room, the other one does. “The other one” was also the one to claim your virginity. You’d come back with Izuku from the late first date and Katsuki couldn’t resist the temptation he had to talk to you. So when Izuku coincidentally got an alert of another plan gone wrong and had to leave, Katsuki wasted no time building a conversation with you that eventually led you back to his bed.

✧ Juggling the boys wasn’t as much fun anymore, now that having to hide two relationships from Izuku was starting to rid you of your energy. 

✧ Bringing up the idea of an open relationship to Izuku, now there wasn’t much that scared you but mentioning you wanted a relationship with him and his closest friends, that one would have you sleeping with one eye open. But after some convincing, Izuku surprisingly obliged, he was serious about giving you anything you wanted to make you happy, even if that meant having to share you.

✧ Shoto wasn’t bothered much by the change in relationship status. It was basically the same as it had been for him the past week, except now everybody else was acknowledging it.

✧ Convincing Katsuki was another story. A longer one too. Seriously, it took half a month for him to get used to the fact that he had the same girlfriend as his two best friends. Instead of complaining most of the time, he picked up easier jobs that allowed him to be home more, ultimately giving him more alone time with you.

✧ As for how alone time worked for you guys. 

✧ While being polyamorous meant that you were dating all three of them, you still managed to have alone time with each of them every now and then.

✧ Private time with Izuku happened the most, it only made sense since he had been the leader of the group. When you aren’t resting at home or out with a guard shopping for yourself, you’re more than likely sitting nice and pretty on Izuku’s lap during meetings, or on a late night date that ends with the two of you in a honeymoon suite getting drunk and flirty. Izuku was a sweet lover. He’s gentle with your body and is attentive to what you like, and he always begins slow, with both foreplay and penetration. He figures the more he whispers dirty things in your ear and teases your sensitive spots, the wetter you would be for him. 

✧ Even though you’re wet enough to the point where he could just push himself inside you easily, he made sure to enter as slow as possible. There were pro’s and con’s to this though. On the brightside, you could feel every inch, on the not-so-brightside, you felt every inch, and he had a little too many extra inches for you :( 

✧ As we discussed earlier, Katsuki of course is free to be with you almost anytime, and he does take advantage of this. Of course, each of them have their own room, they do share a bed when everyone is home, but not everyone is always home at the same time. So when Izuku was gone on a “work trip” too dangerous for you, or Shoto had been out of town to visit his older brother, Katsuki had you all to himself. 

✧ Your time with Katsuki was always long, since you usually had him for up to a few days at a time, but that didn’t mean he took his time with you. I mean, he used to, but when he found out you liked getting it rough with him, how could he resist? Though he was quick, his stamina and endurance were higher than the other two, meaning you had more rounds with him. Way. More.

✧ There wasn’t a position the two of you haven’t tried, or hole. A favorite position between the two of you was having you bent over anything and everything. Round after round, he would have you cumming on his cock, limping to the next area he felt like fucking you in, and staying still like a good fuckin’ girl while he lined himself up to your entrance. 

✧ Katsuki was rough in the way that he fucked you hard and deep, not thrusting again until he’s sure he’s hit your cervix, and occasionally speeding up when you beg him to. Any bruises or love bites you left with? You begged for it. Any handprints on your ass you left with? You begged for it. Any cum dripping out of your panties? You begged for it. Anything you asked him for, he gave to you, and he sure as hell didn’t disappoint. 

✧ You experimented the most with Shoto. New positions, new toys, new supplements, new tips, name it and you’ve probably tried it. Before Shoto, you weren’t sure you had any kinks, nor were you aware of half of your sensitive areas or different ways you were able to cum. Shoto wasn’t fast or slow, he could be both if he wanted to, it was a perk of experimenting with you. He could do quite literally a bit of everything. 

✧ Though he might’ve been quiet around others, he was anything but that when you would ride him, he was most definitely the most vocal of all of them. He had always made everyone in the house aware that you were bouncing up and down on his cock, or that you were getting a throatful of it. He also encouraged you to be loud with him, well, at least when there wasn’t a gag in your mouth. 

✧ Having all three boys together is a whole other story. 

✧ The boys weren’t really into each other, they were just friends who happened to share a girlfriend with each other, but every now and then when things get a bit too steamy too quick, they will make out, and pretty sloppy too. 

✧ They all alternate between your mouth, your cute lil’ pussy, and sometimes your ass. I say sometimes because the boys are pervs. They get off to watching each other have their way with you, and you just lay there and take it, conditioned to be their sweet girlfriend in public, and their perfect, obedient fucktoy in private. 

✧ I know I already mentioned that they’re not really into each other unless they’re overly turned on, but I forgot to add that they do love to talk dirty to each other as well, encouraging each other to fuck you harder, telling each other how good they’re doing, how badly they wanna kiss them, how badly they need them.

✧ They made sure to get you on a pill, because they all despised condoms. They loved the way your pussy felt when it would squeeze around them as you came, they weren’t about to let a thin piece of plastic get in the way of that. No condoms also meant you could hardly tell whose cum was whose, and there was way more of it since you didn’t have the one traditional boyfriend. 

✧ As for the aftercare, all you do is relax. You would think that big, scary villains would make you clean yourself up, but these villains were exclusively sweet to you. How could they be mean when you’re just too damn cute? From the moment you mention you’re tired to the moment you're tucked in bed, you don’t lift a single finger. 

✧ Did I mention sleep with them is the best? No? Well, it definitely is. Having all three men cuddle you gives you the best sense of peacefulness, you know they would never let anything happen to you, and they’re actually really soft when their bodies are relaxed. 

✧ In conclusion, I now want this relationship.

[kylejsugarman]

i'd love 4 and 19 for the alaska fam! (jesse, demi & baby) thank youuu

thank u!!! 🥺 tbh it feels a bit odd to do these for jesse since i did not invent him (rather i raised him and also he is my best friend), so ill just answer for demi and baby!!

4. What was your OC's childhood dream? Is that still their dream? If it has changed, why did it change and what's their new dream?

demi's central childhood dream was to Move Away. she didnt realize that she wanted to be a vet and Nothing Else until junior high/high school after she started volunteering at the animal shelter, but before that, she just wanted to leave haines. she didnt feel at home there, she didnt feel safe or comfortable in her own house when her dad was home, she didnt like sleeping crammed into the same room as her sister. demi loved her mom and her sister and her brother, but especially as a kid, she badly wanted to move away to a big city and live in her own apartment and go explore new, exciting things by herself with the safety and space to make all of her own decisions. this isnt really her dream anymore since demi now does feel at home in haines and has her own space and freedom: instead, demi's new dream is to continue building a life that she doesnt feel the need to "escape" from and has enough room for change and discovery

baby's childhood dream is basically just to see all of the sea creatures she's read about and seen in documentaries. pictures are cool, but she NEEDS to get up close and observe them and just soak up every wonderful moment of existing in the same world as these creatures. this dream is partially realized by a family trip to anchorage so baby can visit a real aquarium and see some of these animals in person, but it's just not Quite what her heart wants, yk?? its cool to see them, but baby doesnt like seeing them behind glass: it's not fair to them. eventually, baby learns to dive so she can observe specimens for her phd program and that's when her dream is fully realized. she's not interfering or trapping anyone: she's just There, watching and living in the same beautiful space as these animals and organisms that she adores. she continues chasing this dream for the rest of her professional career :')

19. What traditions or stories does your OC carry forward from their childhood to the rest of their life?

i mentioned demi revisiting the stories of shamanism that her mother told her as a child, but the aspect of her culture that stuck with her more is yuraq, a traditional yupik style of dance. she did it and loved it as a little girl and even after she stopped doing it, demi never loses that fierce adoration for yuraq and the way she was able to tell stories without having to fumble with words. it's something that makes her feel closely tethered to her people and reminds her that there is a way of keeping Things alive. sometimes, she'll even perform the moves that she remembers and just feel so warm and open

baby is a creature of habit and routine so there are several traditions that she tries to preserve because routine nice, but stories are what stick with her throughout her life—most importantly, the (at first heavily abridged) story that jesse tells her about his life. learning that her j, this person that she Loves and thinks the absolute world of, struggled with drug addiction and loss and horrible crimes shows her that there's nothing inherently wrong or life-ruining about struggling. she feels so horribly lonely and anxious and guilty sometimes, so much so that she believes those awful feelings are going to overflow and destroy everything good and make living a happy life impossible, but jesse's story reminds her that life doesnt end with these low points. despite everything, hes still here!! and baby holds onto that forever

[my-maas-murdered-heart]

The Valley Vet

Azriel x Veterinarian!Reader 

Modern AU Fic

Part 2

Summary: A slow burn romance. The reader just moved to town and is starting a new job at a new veterinary clinic. Her little sister said there is a man there she’s going to love. Will that be the case?

Warnings: None for now. 

Word Count: 1,144

Notes: This is a fic that is close to my heart for many reasons. I am hoping it will be a slow burn series. 

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You grabbed the last box from your car to take into your new apartment. The heat in this town was sweltering and oppressive, making your skin feel singed. Blowing hair out of your eyes, you closed the trunk and went into the cool of the AC. The place was small, but cute with high ceilings, new carpet, and new appliances. The living room and kitchen were in one open space with the bar separating the two and one bedroom off to the side. It felt a bit dark with only one large window in the living room and one in the bedroom, but that was nothing cute lighting couldn’t fix. With a deep breath, you plopped onto the couch. Freyja, your large black brindle dog, hopped onto it next to you with a sigh. 

“I know girl. It’s quite a change.” You had only moved down to this town because your mom had convinced you it was wonderful. She tempted you with the beach, sea turtles, and good Mexican food, but you couldn’t help but miss Austin, Texas. It just was getting too crowded and too expensive and your schedule was so hectic it was hard to ever come down to visit. So here you were in a small obscure town in south Texas, right next to Mexico and the Gulf. It would be nice to be close to your parents and younger sister and brother. If you were honest, it was really just for your siblings. Your parents were too chaotic and hopefully you could watch out for them a lot easier being close by. Your phone dinged, rousing you from your thoughts. It was from Holly, your new manager. 

“Hello Y/N, would you like to swing by this afternoon? That way we can get you into the system and ready for tomorrow. Once you get here, come in through the side door and my office is right to the left. Ready to get you on board.”

This would be your second vet clinic after graduating vet school. You hadn’t really been sad to leave the first one in Austin. It was small, stuffy, and cramped. The head veterinarian had also been a bit of a bitch, though you loved all of the technicians and they had become your friends. The pay here wasn’t going to be much better, but they saw all animal types, not just dogs and cats. Your true passion in veterinary medicine was large animals like cattle and horses. Your sister, Annie, had actually been the one to hook you up with the job. The owner of the clinic, Dr. Gary Montague, had just fired a doctor and needed a new one pretty badly. Perfect timing. Annie thought Dr. Gary was pretty great. There was one other doctor too, Dr. Azriel Gonzalez. Annie swore up and down you’d like him. Just your type, dark hair, hazel eyes, and he liked to sing. She said his only downfall was that he was a drinker. You weren’t interested. Your last relationship had ended poorly; he was precious in every way but his alcoholism had gotten to be too much so you ended things. You did not want a repeat of that. All you had to do was resist his charms. How hard could it be?

“Great. I will be there in 15.” You sent the reply to Holly and grabbed your keys to head back into the sweltering August heat. 

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15 minutes later you pulled into the parking lot of your new job, Valley Vet Clinic. It was a large cream colored tin building with green trim and a gravel parking lot. Next door on the same lot was a similar building that housed a feed store. You parked and got out of the car, thankful beyond words for tee shirts and jean shorts in this heat. You walked to the side door Holly had indicated and into the cool air.

It had blue walls with gray tin trimming the lower half. It smelled faintly of cleaner and various animals smells. You went right, into the office which was piled with clutter of various papers, vials, and tools. You knocked lightly on the door.

“Holly?” A curvy woman turned in her office chair. She had olive skin and dark hair in a pony tail.

“Dr. Y/N Hi! Give me just a minute to finish up this test form. If you want to go out back, Dr. Gary should be out there and he can introduce you to everyone.”

“Yeah sure sounds good.” You smiled.

“Just go down to the right and then a left to the back treatment area. He’s out there with some horses.”

You walked out back where she had directed. There was a tall roof over a large concrete area with some kennels and two horse stocks. Dr. Gary, a thicker set bald man was floating a horse’s teeth while another man held its head. He had an electric grinder to file down sharp points in the horse’s teeth. You waited until Dr. Gary was finished and turned the tool off, it was way too loud to have said much before hand. You cleared your throat and walked over.

“Dr. Gary?” His eyes lit with surprise.

“Dr. Y/n hello! So glad you’re here. Are you ready to work?” He wiped his hands off on a rag and set the tool into a bucket of water.

“Yes sir. Although I didn’t come dressed today, Holly asked me to come to get my pin for the computers and fill out my paperwork.” You chuckled. Hoping he wasn’t going to make you take patients in shorts and a tee, but if he was insistent you probably would so as not to make a bad impression. “I will be ready bright and early tomorrow though.”

“Good, good. Dr. Y/n, have you met Dr. Azriel?”

Your breath caught. Your sisters description had not done him justice. He wore jeans and a simple black T shirt that stretched across his chest and around his arms that read “The Valley Vet” on the left side. His dark hazel eyes appraised you and he gave a slight smirk, still holding on to the horses halter.

“Well, I’ll leave y’all to get acquainted. I’m going to go check on rooms. Azriel, you got this covered?” He nodded and with that Dr. Gary walked back inside.

You moved to pet the sorrel horse on the muzzle. It was still groggy from the sedative. Azriel stepped back and crossed his arms.

“So you’re Y/n. Your sister told me about you. She said I was either going to love you or hate you.” His voice was deep and cool.

You have a snort. “Well I guess we will just have to see now, won’t we.”

“I guess we shall.” And with that he gathered the bucket of water, syringes, and tooth drill and walked inside.

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[ash-and-books]

Rating: 2/5

Book Blurb: Moulin Rouge meets Holly Black in a thrilling sapphic friends-to-lovers romantasy! This lavish and decedent LGBTQ+ fantasy romance will leave fans of Divine Rivals and Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries utterly enchanted!

After running away from home, Sybil Clarion is eager to embrace all the freedom the Belle Époque city of Severon has to offer. Instead, she’s traded high-society soirées for empty pockets. At least she has Esme, the girl who offered Sybil a home, and if either of them dared, something more. 

While Esme would rather spend the night tinkering with her clocks and snuggling her cats, Sybil craves excitement and needs money. She plans to get both by stealing the rare posters that crop up around town. But when she’s caught selling a poster by none other than its subject, Maeve, the glamorous girl invites Sybil and Esme to The Absinthe Underground, the exclusive club she co-owns, and reveals herself to be a Green Faerie, trapped in this world. 

Maeve wants to hire thieves for a daring heist in Fae and is willing to pay enough that Sybil and Esme never have to worry about money again. It’s too good of an offer to pass up, even if Maeve’s tragic story doesn’t quite add up, and the secrets could jeopardize everything the girls have so carefully built.

Jamie Pacton, author of The Vermilion Emporium, dazzles in this whimsical and daring romantic fantasy. Fans of Fae lore, slow-burn sapphic pining, and decadently magical worlds will find The Absinthe Underground as ensorcelling as a fairy delight.

Review:

Two best friends and roommates who are secretly in love with each other have made been making money by stealing posters, find themselves invited into the exclusive underground club and then on job to steal jewels from the fae.... but nothing is as it's seen with the fae. Sybil and Esme are best friends and roommates, they are both in love with each other and have never said anything, afraid of ruining their friendship. They both need to make money to pay rent and Sybil has been stealing posters to sell... something that is extremely forbidden. When both girls get caught stealing a poster for the very exclusive club The Absinthe Underground, they are caught by the model of the poster and the very co-owner of it, Maeve. Maeve reveals that she is the Green Faerie trapped in the human world and wants to hire Esme and Sybil to steal jewels from the Fae world so she can make the drinks for the club. The money from this heist would set them for life... but it would also lead them to finding someone they thought long lost... yet while in the Fae world they are beginning to realize that Maeve's story isn't adding up and that she isn't who she claims to be.... and their jewel heist might cost them more than they could ever realize. Unfortunately for me, this one fell really flat. I had high hopes for a fun sapphic fae adventure along the lines of Holly Black and Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries and this was definitely not that. This book is an extremely slow burn romance and the actual plot pacing felt so slow. The story itself didn't feel like much was happening and I found myself losing interest over and over. I sadly just didn't care all that much for the characters or their romance and friendship, because it genuinely barely even felt like it was there. I so badly wanted a cute sapphic romance between two friends to lovers and I can say with all honestly, there was 1% romance in this book and they didn't even really feel all that much like friends. I wanted so badly to like this but it just missed the mark for me. While this one was a miss for me, if you like extremely slow burn romances and a young adult fae adventure, give this a go, maybe you'll have a better time with it than i did.

*Thanks Netgalley and Holiday House / Peachtree / Pixel+Ink, Peachtree Teen for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[packsvlog]

ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ᝰ BET YOU CAN’T ⸻ chp6.

ᡴꪫ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after a nasty breakup from a long distance relationship, your needs for hookup starts to bundle up more and more, until it’s all you can think about. tired of your unusual and annoying self, your friends decide to have a little fun and stop this nonsense. it’s just a bet, you don’t even have to do it, actually, they just want you to calm down a bit. although you, a quite normal yet weird girl, never backs down from a dare, so you fully believe you can win this one — to hookup with the most amount of guys from your college’s top fraternity. all you need is booze, a party with neon lights and someone saying “doubt it”. as a future journalist, you see it as a top notch article to write.

ᡴꪫ cw: party \\ alcohol \\ swearing and talk about sex \\ minor character acting suspicious

Sipping vodka mixed with cranberry juice from a straw is not exactly how parties in college used to go for you. Not that you had been in many, au contraire, your spares moments between classes were much rather used to call your ex-boyfriend, at the time boyfriend — unless, of course, he wasn’t the one partying! Because he, who Hakari named Voldemort, could do as he pleases, and parties with friends have a different meaning for men and women. His words.

You never had the confirmation he cheated on you, but you had a collection of many odd situations during your four years long relationship that made you wonder, specially those final two, where it became long distance.

Part of you knew that a random party, two cups of this mix of vodka with fruit juice and not being under the careful eyes of your friends, something bad was bound to happen. And, you have been thinking about your ex ever since Hakari came to pick your group up — he bought roses as an apology for something that was just a joke, at any given opportunity Kinji liked to remind everyone, specially Kirara, how much of a good boyfriend he was.

You tried, but could not not envy them. Sometimes love was simple for others than it was for you. The bastard you dated had never once gifted you roses, much less as an apology. In his eyes, he did no wrong, but you did. Maybe he was right, maybe you were too jealous or maybe he really kept flirting with any female he saw. You hated him, sipping your drink that tasted more like acetone than fruit punch, glossy eyes hidden behind a mask with the deformed face of a guy you had never seen before.

That was probably the best part of the night, when Hakari showed you the masks and explained the party theme, only you and Yuki had laughed about it, finding it geniuses. You were really grateful that it could hide your sad face, and also disgusted. This was cheap vodka.

“Have you seen my wife?” Utahime had stumbled on the kitchen, finding you thanks to the shortest mini skirt in history.

“What wife?” You asked just for the appearances, everyone knew that inside Hime’s mind, she was happily married with Shoko and they had five cats. She gave you a pointed look. “No, I haven’t. But Kinji said he, the boys and her are the ones wearing different masks, it’s not going to be hard to find her.”

Wrong. As you stared beyond the kitchen, and into the house, just to prove a point, you realized how badly inside your mind you were. There was a flood of people coming and going, dancing and jumping, the lights were low, saved by neon purple and red fairy lights everywhere. It was a lost cause.

Utahime groaned before leaning on the counter you had been sitting for a while, grabbing a beer bottle and drowning it in a few gulps.

“Y’know, I get you sometimes.” She said with a sigh. “I too wish I was being ravished inside a changing room in a store… What was the rest?” Iori quoted one of your many tweets. “Oh, yeah, and the employee catches us but we’re so hot, they wouldn’t complain.”

“When someone say out loud, it sounds weird.” You laugh while moving your mask up, enough to gulp the rest of the drink, and right away you start preparing a new one.

The talk about your tweets started right after, and when the rest of the group joined, you had drank already pineapple, apple and grape juice.

“Watchu doing, pretty girl?” Kirara shifts their attention to you, when your laugh quiet down and your mask was removed so you could squint at your cellphone, trying to see something.

“I’m trying to call my brother, do you think he is here?” You answer.

“I’ll help you.” Before you can stop, they grab your cellphone and stare at the screen. “You fucking little bitch, she was going to call the devil!”

“You have Sukuna’s number?” Kinji asks, heavenly drunk, coming behind Kira and kissing her neck. Eugh.

“What—No! She was going to call that bitch ex of hers.” Kira answers, moving his head away from them and sighing at you.

“I’m sorry, but… I need action, you guys know that. And every guy I know it’s weird, or in a relationship already. I need to be fucked.” You slur your words, using your hands to emphasize your neediness.

“I thought Voldemort never made you finish.” Yuki grabs your cup and finishes it remains.

“So? At least I was feeling something.”

“Well, that’s why we bought those dildos, baby.” Kira snorts, blocking your phone and putting in their purse.

“I don’t want to do all the work, it’s embarrassing.” Opening your arms for them to hug you, you rest your head on their chest.

“She is just like Gojo.” Hakari says, pouting that his partner is not giving him attention. “Always complaining about sex, as if you aren’t one of the prettiest on this campus, pick someone from this party and just go have fun. Dumb bitch.” He grabs Kira from your embrace, making you whine like a baby.

Taking a look around, not many people have their masks off, but a guy by your side does. His fashion style is non existing, his skinny jeans are more tight than the ones you used to wear, and he s wearing a polo shirt. He looks preppy, and he is staring at you.

“No, not that.” Yuki guides your head towards the group. “Anything but that boy, he looks like someone’s dad.”

“You know what? I have the perfect idea.” Kira comes closer again, to the despair of Hakari, and grabbing their phone, they show the group her last message on it… With Gojo. “That freaky bitch send me a message after I posted our pictures, at first I thought he was going to flirt with me, ‘cause I posted the single ladies and… I’m yapping.” Everyone nods and laugh at that. “Anyways, no, he wanted you, baby! He said you were hot and if I could put him in a good light with you.”

“Fuck does that mean?” Hakari grabs the phone and inspects the message, laughing.

“Girl, no!” Utahime protests, holding your shoulders. “Go back with your ex, it’s better.”

“Shut up, Iori!” Yuki grabs you from the girl. “Listen, you go find Gojo, have protected sex and then you’ll be free from this curse of being horny all day.”

Everyone else burst out laughing, with lots of sarcasm in it.

“Please,” Cleaning non-existential tears, Utahime sighs. “With how horny she is, this bitch would have to fuck them all.”

Silence is the answer, as if all of you are waiting for someone to deny. It never happens, though, because it’s the truth. In your old relationship, you weren’t sex addicts, doing it like rabbits. Barely meeting each other once or twice a month, your time was spend cuddling and fighting, sometimes a quickie. It was like another person had replaced you, the pent up energy of four years of relationship that you tried to excuse the lack of orgasm, was out in the world. That’s why you created your twitter account, in less than two months, twenty thousand people started to follow you — that was fuel to be more and more unhinged.

“I bet I could.” You say while staring at the mask on your lap. “I would be super calm, and normal again.”

“Bet you can’t, I think you’re too deep in this wormhole.” Utahime says and Hakari agrees.

“Sorry, mamas, buts it’s the truth. Once you get dick, you will be unstoppable, and even more weird on the twitter.”

“Why don’t we put to test?” Kira asks, mischievous. “You fuck them all, and we won’t judge your tweets anymore. You don’t finish, or post something crazy while at it, you lose the bet.”

Everyone is quiet again, thinking the possibilities. You’re not against it, although you barely remember the boys faces and names, you know they are hot. It’s not really a sacrifice, admit it.

“Isn’t that unethical, to be using them?” Yuki, always the gentlest, asks.

“Nah, don’t worry, they are in need to fuck.” Hakari rests his arm on your shoulder, face coming closer, as if telling you secret. “The only problem is every girl is a potential follower on tik tok, some of them have been through some stuff, thanks to this. So you have to be very patient and lucky.”

“You guys think too much of yourselves.” Utahime mumbles, for the first time in a while, sipping another beer.

“Don’t worry, I won’t fuck Shoko. Even if she begs.” You jump laughing from the counter when she charges at you. “And you as well, Kinji, sorry.”

“I mean, you have a strap, he still needs to be punished.” Kira shrugs, laughing at their boyfriends reactions.

“And, how about Choso?” You stare at Yuki. “You have a crush, he can be off limits.”

“Don’t worry, baby.” Yuki laughs while grabbing your hand. “Fuck him, and then tell me if it’s good, I’ll go from there.” And with that, she pushes you to get out of the kitchen.

It’s starting, the bet is on.

Your first instinct is to find Gojo, the only one in the fraternity you have an idea what he looks like. Extremely tall and white hair should be enough to locate in a masked party. Walking through every room and halls, you are standing out by being maskless, and even when cute guys approach you, you are too set in your goals to give them attention. Maybe when this is over — right now, you need Gojo. Or, any other boy wearing a different mask than the rest.

The party is dark, and your vision is blurry, you feel as if you had walked the house for half an hour now. Sighing defeated, you wonder if the bet can start the next party. Kinji did mentioned once how the boys plan to make two parties a month, “all with daddy’s money”, Utahime said, and Kinji couldn’t deny.

Going back downstairs proved to be a difficult task with your boots, but you managed to at least stumble on the last step, that leads you straight into the living room, and fuck, you sober up instantly.

You have never been popular in college, or payed attention to anyone in it. Your only tasks are to finish your classes, get good grades and be a model to Kirara. Still, some names scape in the gossip of the week, and some have called your attention when you see a pattern that can’t be ignored — about cheaters, about dropouts or… about weird fuckers with pedophile tendencies.

Mei-Mei was the only in this very specific list, and you had been very aware of anything containing her, specially now that your little brother, Toge, started to attend your college. The woman was gorgeous, you couldn’t deny that, but she had a history that followed her name, something with a high school boy. And now, almost pushing thirty, (there is nothing wrong with still studying), the problem lies when she only dates newly turned twenty something students — as if she is trying to clean her name and failing at doing so.

Mei rather go for the freshman, unaware of her reputation, but some people had been warning them and now, she is desperate. Almost sitting on the lap of this guy, maskless as you and her are, his fingers are trembling and digging into his jeans.

“There you are!” Your voice interrupts Mei hands from reaching the boys thigh, and also the fact that you grab his hand, making him stand, instantly his hands go to your waist for support, and yours to his shoulder. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“We were busy.” Mei sighs, as if that could stop you and give her back the boy.

“Not anymore, me and…” You stare at him, the boy is dumbfounded, but with a cute smile in his face. He doesn’t say his name, occupied with staring at your face. “Me and pretty boy have something to do, you won’t mind, right? I mean, you can try to find a freshman anywhere else, Mei.” And with her snicker, you leave the living room hand in hand with unnamed guy, guiding him upstairs.

The boy takes control, moving in front of you and walking inside a room, far away in the hall. He locks it, when you step inside. He stares at you, while you occupy yourself with eyeing the decoration — expensive and vintage cameras, abstract colorful arts, skates on a wall and a baby blue surfboard on the other, near the window a telescope is pointed somewhere.

“We shouldn’t be here, if I was the owner of this room, I would be pissed.” You say, but contrary to your words, you move to the telescope, bending down to set your eye on the visor and hope to catch anything. It’s just black.

“I am the owner.” He laughs, coming behind you and setting the object slightly to the side, making you see a bit of the moon. “I’m Ino Takuma.”

Ino is not Gojo, the one you planned to start your bet with, but frankly, you don’t mind. His strong arms are back on your waist, one hand slides to the back of your head, moving it to the side, so you can now clearly see some stars. You can’t help but hope that this is the first, but not last time he will make you seem them.

ᡴꪫ a/n: omg, so much dialogue. bet is on! also, ino is one year younger than reader, not newly turned 20! he was just uncomfortable. so, what do you guys think? it was not on purpose that utahime said the title, corny but i’ll let it slide. hey, reader’s ex is voldemort, but fck the author!

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[rainbowjay20]

So a little googling and a bit of archeology, and we went through about 100 years of wallpaper. Including fabric. Embossed. Felt like suede or velvet? Hard to tell after so long. The glue was still good. Wheat Paste.

Found it later in the basement. Someone kept some in case they needed more. SMDH

This seemed the earliest and was crumbling when I came to it, so I didn't get many intact layers. If you were that old and came out and saw the world today, wouldn't you?

The next oldest was this.

It looks like a standard Art Deco geometric diamond pattern. As pictured in the top corner. The picture next to it is closer to the coloring and texture, except it is gold and brown instead of gold and silver.

[Art Deco, short for the French Arts Décoratifs, and sometimes referred to simply as Deco, is a style of visual arts, architecture, and product design, that first appeared in France in the 1910s, and flourished in the United States and Europe during the 1920s and 1930s.]

I believe the next layer was blue paint. Boy, did that make a mess.

I think I may have seen the trace of a nursery print, but it was only in a small spot. To be fair, we had been huffing vinegar and getting steamed by the professional wallpaper steamer that we rented for so long that I might have been imagining things.

Boy and Girls, Ladies and Germs,

Please, For the love of all that you hold dear, strip your walls between mess and masterpiece. Don't leave the next person to clean up your mistakes! Also, NEVER EVER USE FABRIC OR WHEAT PASTE ON YOUR WALLS! Thank you from a person who just spent two days cleaning half a room with a professional wallpaper steamer.

The next paper on our mystery tours seems to have been the flowery one. Again, this was disentagrating at the touch, but I managed to get a few pieces to photograph. Unfortunately, google can't identify it. Similar styles seem to have been in vogue in the 20s and 30s, and the fact that it was the next layer allows me to guess at the date.

I think this one may have been very pretty, and my Aunt found what she thought was Cardinal too.

But I am not positive if it was preceded or followed by the blue Americana paper because I found evidence of both.

However, in several spots, the Purple Flowers ALSO HAVE TWO LAYERS!

Next comes the Greco-Roman ruins/countryside. This was popular, and it was also all over the house. I actually really liked this where it was still up in closets and stuff. I don't think I could handle a whole wall, though.

Now, here is where it gets complicated. How did we get to 9/10 layers, and why don't we have a definitive number of layers? Several papers appear to have been re-papered over the top of the previous layer. Perhaps the owner liked the paper or bought too much the first time and wanted to reuse it. Perhaps large parts were patched, and that is what we were seeing.

As these were peeling badly, and not at the same time, it was hard to tell which one came first.

It looks like there was a layer of this Americana paper next.

But, it does appear to be at least two layers of this because I had a photo of it where the Eagle was in the middle of the circle motif thing.

Next is either the floral print or the yellow marbled paper. GoogleFu matches it to the Biltmore Estate. That doesn't help date it because it was opened to the public in the 1950's.

This print seems psychedelic, but there are similar prints all the back to the 40s. I think a small area of this would be good, but a large amount would be vomit/migraine inducing.

The final layer is the one I hated so much that we embarked on this project.

Now it could be older, but I'm pretty sure that this was there when my parents moved in in the 70s. When we removed it, a few spots had two layers, and it turned out it that the stripe was blue. For years, I thought it was intentionally baby shit green.

That doesn't quite account for the gold stripe in the corner,

but we are guessing that the textured wall fabric or the Greco-Roman countryside. Or they started to paint the walls, realized the amount of work and went fuck it.

All in all, it was a lot of work to undo someone else's bad work. We still have to patch, sand, and paint. I could just imagine the amount of work it would have been if we had pulled down the wainscoting! It was about light switch level, around four foot high. It was a dark olive green that helped contribute to the wallpaper above looking green.

My plan to paint it-

Wainscoting dark grey instead of dark green.

The wall above a silvery purple grey.

My Aunt is not amused.

I keep telling her it will work.

Updates pending.

[soulmate-game]

Hawkmoth was a bitch, and Marinette meant that with every fiber of her soul. Fu was also a bitch, and Marinette actually had good memories of the guy. Not many, but she had some. The fact that the guy got two ten-year-olds to become super heroes and fight a supervillain for him kinda soured those memories, though. But with Chat Noir not allowed to leave his house? Yeah, even as young as they were it only took about a year to find out who HawkMoth was and another year to take him down.

Except, that left Marinette alone. The final battle took her mom away, and Chat had to move out of Paris after his dad was arrested. Luckily Jagged allowed her and her papa to move into his house in Gotham, and everything was…

Well, it was okay. For about a month.

Then her dad was gone too, and she had no way to talk to Jagged, and the police were scaring her—

Yeah, that was the basic order of events that led to where she was now. Pushing fourteen years old, ex-superhero, protector of a magical box of gods, stealing the tires off of a very nice motorcycle.

Marinette was tempted to just take the whole thing, she loved bikes and knew she could drive it. But the thing had more security than she knew what to do with, and the fact that it belonged to Red Hood… she didn’t want to deal with trackers today, thanks. So the tires it was.

Should she maybe care more about the fact that she was stealing from a vigilante with a violent streak? Maybe. Did she? Hell no. For all she knew, maybe Red Hood was a bitch too. (Yes, she was still learning English slang. She was fluent by educational standards, but learning how to curse in a foreign language was fun and she still had a little bit to go. Her few street friends were very happy to help).

A shadow dropped down in front of her, and Marinette’s hero instincts kicked in. The tire iron she was using cut through the air, slamming right into the side of Red Hood’s knee.

—*—*—*—*—*

“Hood,” Batman’s voice grumbled over the comms, instantly grabbing the attention of everyone else who was on the comms. It wasn’t as gruff as he usually sounded, in fact it almost sounded like… he was trying not to laugh?

“Did you get gassed by Joker?” Dick asked before Jason got a chance to respond. “Need backup?”

“No,” Batman responded, sounding a little more composed. “Not a rogue. But Hood, I need you to join me at my location as soon as possible.”

Finally getting the chance to talk, Jason responded a little warily; “Sure, B. Wait,” he blinked at the location that was sent to him. “Isn’t that where my bike is parked?”

Batman didn’t respond at first, only the sound of labored breathing— again, as if he was trying not to laugh. “Just get here, Hood.”

Sighing, but not too mad since the night had been fairly quiet so far, Jason decided to humor the old man and head over. When he could see the cape-clad back of Batman, he easily leapt over the last roof and sauntered over.

“Okay, B,” he had his thumbs tucked in his pockets as he drawled. “What’s the issue?”

Batman was grinning. As in, actually showing amusement. And he just pointed down, straight at Hood’s bike.

Jason rolled his eyes under his helmet, turning to look. At first he didn’t see anything amiss, until he saw movement and looked harder. Oh. Oh, holy shit.

“Is that a kid?”

“Yep,” Batman’s grin grew.

“Is she… stealing my tires?” Hood was so, so glad he wore a helmet that hid his expression. Because… wow.

“Yep,” Batman finally lost his composure, chuckling. “This seems like Karma, don’t you think?”

“And you just watched her so you could rub it in,” Jason groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. Of course he would. Nobody knew it (except the other heroes who knew him) but Batman was a petty little jerk when he wanted to be. He bought the whole Daily Planet just to spite Clark, for crying out loud.

“Don’t adopt her,” Batman said as he stood up, patting Red Hood’s shoulder. “It looks like she’s almost done.”

“Shit,” Jason hissed, looking down to see that she was, actually, very close to being done. She had already had one tire completely free by the time he had arrived, and now she was only seconds away from getting the other one completely free.

He took a quick assessment— she was tiny, and really thin. Definitely a street kid, he thought, though he didn’t recognize her. He knew most of the street kids that stole to get by, nowadays, which meant she must have been fairly new. But even though she seemed to know what she was doing, her small frame made her take longer unscrewing the tires than it normally would have taken. Sure that she wasn’t a threat by any stretch of the imagination, he jumped down. His plan had been to startle her a little by showing up out of nowhere, but he didn’t want to scare her too badly. Just make her jump a little.

But he had underestimated her, it seemed. Without wasting a second, she jumped up and swung her tire iron at his knee. He cursed, she was a lot faster than her had been expecting. He was able to move so that the weapon only clipped the side of his knee, his knee pad thankfully taking the worst of it. She still hit hard enough to make him stumble and hiss in pain though, which was an accomplishment.

That’s when she abandoned her weapon and her tires, darting to try and escape only for Batman to drop down and block her escape. Though really, it was the grin Batman had that scared the girl most of all, apparently, making her slowly back away from him.

“Please stop smiling,” she begged with a faint French accent to her words. “It is not natural.”

That made Red Hood laugh, already recovered and right behind her. He plopped a gloved hand on her head.

“I know, it’s creepy right?” He joked. “What’cha doin’ stealing my tires, kid? I kinda need them to drive anywhere,” he was careful to keep his voice light and devoid of any anger. He wasn’t really upset, all told. It would be hypocritical of him if he was.

She looked between the two vigilantes for a moment, clear intelligence behind those bright blue eyes as she seemed to consider something. Suddenly she pulled away from Red Hood and stepped away from his reach, straightening up and trying to look tall.

“My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she said as firmly as she could. “My father was Tom Dupain, he was killed in a mugging three months ago. We were living in a house that our family friend leant to us after my mother’s death six months ago, and we moved here from Paris. I haven’t been able to contact him, and the police… I don’t trust them,” she admitted, clearly seeing this as the chance she had been waiting for. “I have been living on the streets since my father died. I am sorry for trying to steal your tires, Monsieur Red Hood. But it was a risk I had to take.”

“Did you expect us to catch you?” He asked, crossing his arms as he re-evaluated the girl. She was a lot stronger than he had assumed earlier, both physically and mentally. She seesawed her hand to indicate ‘kinda’.

“Even if you didn’t, I could make good money off your tires,” she justified with a shrug. “To me, I would win either way.”

“Who is your family friend? Can he help you now, take you in?” Batman asked, moving forward and kneeling down to be closer to Marinette’s height. Neither he nor Jason had missed the part where she was an orphan, but they had expected that considering what they had caught her doing. And they both knew that she wasn’t likely to take any apologies they tried to offer very well. It was best not to show pity, or she might get angry.

Marinette frowned. “... Our family friend is Jagged Stone. He lets me call him Uncle Jagged,” she told them, clearly expecting the disbelieving grunts they gave. “I mean it! You can call him, he might even be looking for me! I—“

“We know,” Hood assured her, now kneeling down as well. Man, she was short. “Calm down, we know you’re telling the truth. Jagged has made several public announcements about his missing honorary niece, we just didn’t recognize your name right away. And Jagged doesn’t have access to very many pictures of you, those he does have the Mayor isn’t allowing him to show because that spineless jackass—“

“Language, Hood.”

“—Cares more about keeping bad press off the air than finding a kid, even if it’s a world famous rockstar who’s asking. That’s probably why you haven’t heard anything, the mayor’s keeping it off the radio and not many reporters are brave enough to take the story and get on his bad side.”

“Oh…” Marinette took a deep breath, fighting the tears that were threatening to rise up. “He has been looking…” she sniffled, curling in on herself a little. “Can you take me to him?”

“I think we can do that,” Batman agreed, standing up. “I’ll contact him. Red Hood, can you handle everything here until I give you a place to meet up with Jagged Stone?”

Jason nodded. “No problem, B. Come on, little rabid pixie. Step one of gettin’ you back to your uncle is to help me fix my bike back up.”

Marinette sighed, shoulders dropping. “All my hard work, undone…” she playfully complained. But in the end she didn’t argue or fight against it, she just sat down and helped him reattach his tires.

All the while, Jason’s family kept teasing him over the comms. Clearly they were also thoroughly amused by the cosmic display of karma.

“...Monsieur Hood,” Marinette asked once they were done repairing the motorcycle and he had given her his too-big extra helmet. He tilted his head a bit to show he was listening. She squirmed. “Can… can we stop by my hideout? I have something really important I have to get.”

Jason smiles gently under his mask. She might not have been a street kid for very long, but she really did bring back some memories for him. He got on his bike and held a hand out to her.

“Sure thing kid. Wanna grab something to eat after? Can’t have a reunion on an empty stomach.”

She gave him a lopsided smile— not quite overjoyed, but definitely hopeful and thankful. Maybe this was the end of her streak of bad luck, she could only hope.

“Only if you don’t mind, Monsieur Hood,” she agreed before taking his hand and letting him help her onto the bike.

“No skin off my back, pixie,” he assured her. Then they were off. He followed her directions until they got to an abandoned building about three miles away, not in a good part of town at all but at least not in crime alley. Marinette easily led him through the building, skirting around other piles of ratty blankets and up broken stairs until they got to the badly-maintained top floor. She led him over to an almost invisible door in the concrete wall that pulled out to reveal what was probably a broom closet once upon a time. It was crowded with what looked like junk and empty boxes, along with a few blankets and two or three changes of clothes that were clearly her’s. A few belongings scattered around— a book, a small pink purse, and… Marinette came out of the pile of mess holding what had clearly been a very carefully hidden box. She also grabbed the purse and slung it over her shoulder, but didn’t seem worried about anything else.

Jason frowned at the box. It wasn’t that big, but it was clearly made of old wood. There were intricate carvings that were painted pink, in a symbol that was itching at the back of his mind. He recognized that symbol, but from where?

“Ready to go, kid?” He asked as he thought about it, getting a nod from Marinette. Twenty minutes later they were at a Batburger, sitting in a shaded booth that couldn’t be seen from the street.

She never let the box out of her sight. She kept it on the seat next to her, and Jason noticed that she tried to keep one hand on it at all times. But when she spoke, now her French accent stood out to him even more than before. But why—?

And then it clicked. Paris. Hawkmoth. Ladybug, Chat Noir, magic artifacts called Miraculous. Wonder Woman had raised a fuss when the heroes disappeared, declaring that something was wrong but she couldn’t put her finger on what. Then the magic users they trusted were called in, and returned from Paris with the grim news that the former Guardian of those artifacts had activated a failsafe and passed the guardianship on to someone else while erasing his own memories at the same time. But nobody knew who he could have passed it on to, so Batman had been given the green light to do all the research he and his team could into the Miraculous box to try and help track it down.

And here it was. The carvings were in pink now, which might have been the “cosmetic change” that Constantine had mentioned might happen when the box changed guardians. He had found the box full of super powerful magical artifacts… in the hands of a newly orphaned street kid who couldn’t have been older than fourteen at best.

What the hell?

“...” Red hood reached into his pocket and pulled out an old receipt and a sharpie. He scrawled on the back of the receipt and handed to Marinette. The girl was halfway into a bite of her burger when he did, and blinked at him owlishly before swallowing and cautiously reaching out to grab it. She frowned at the numbers scrawled there.

“What’s this?” She asked.

“My contact info,” he explained. “I won’t ask questions about why you have that box,” he watched her instantly stiffen but continued as casually as he could; “but it doesn’t matter. You can call me if you ever need help with anything, kid. Help with that box, help if you get in trouble in Gotham again, or even if you’re having a bad day. You can call me for whatever, got it? I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, if you can’t talk to anyone else in your life you can always call or text me and I’ll do whatever I can. Got it?”

“...” Marinette sniffled for a second and looked down at the table in silence for a second. “... what if I want your motorcycle?” she joked, but the watery tone of her voice gave her away.

Jason laughed, patting her head. “I need my bike, but we can talk about getting you your own once you are old enough to get a license. You almost done? Bats says that Jagged is ready to meet you, I can take you to him right now.”

“Yeah, lets go!” she was newly energized and shoved the last bite of burger into her mouth greedily. “And Red Hood?” She asked as they headed out to where he had parked.

“Yeah, kid?”

“Thanks.”

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💌🧸 Brother's Best Friend

A/N: Got this request a while ago and now I'm wondering why I've never written this trope before bc this was so fun??? Lmk how you liked it! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, size/strength kink??, choking, dom!bias (it’s kinda playful tho), brother's best friend!au, sneaking around, play fighting, lowkey getting caught but not directly?

words: ~ 4.1 k

disclaimer: I don’t mean for the age gap to be gigantic…I’m talking about anything from 1-2 years maximum tbh!!! Anything else would be weird and I’m not about that! They’re also both obviously consenting adults!

[H/N means 'his (bias) name']

In youreyes, your first meeting had been a disaster. The new spider man movie had been released only days ago, and you were adamant on seeing it. And to your luck, your older brother and his best friend had already made plans to watch it together. As a little sister, you were treated like the baby of the family, and it didn’t matter that you were far from being an infant anymore. So naturally, your brother had been condemned by your parents to bring you along. He declared his distaste in your presence by attempting to ignore you, but you were used to that. Just like you were aware of his bad moods, you knew he could change within minutes and magically turn into the sweetest, most caring big brother you could wish for.

Whatever. You didn’t need his approval to enjoy the trip to the movie theater, you told yourself. Had it not been for his best friend, who you hadn’t seen in ages. H/N and you had never properly spoken before, and the last time you saw him he had been an awkward, prepubescent boy who had appeared at your door to pick up your brother for a playdate. There was no trace of immaturity now. Instead, it was you who had morphed into an awkward, shy mess at the sight of him.

His ‘hello’ had a warm and deep melody to it which swooped you up in his aura so suddenly, you had no time to prepare. Had his smile always been this stupidly charming? Hell, it was so bright, you had to meticulously inspect the ground every time he sent a grin your way. When before you hadn’t felt guilty for being a bother, you now sure did. What impression would you leave, trailing behind the older boys like a lost puppy? What would he take you for? The annoying little sister who didn’t have friends of her own? The mood-killer, who wouldn’t understand any of the boys’ inside jokes? The anti-social, weird girl who was obsessed with fictional men, like people loved to belittle teenage girls with normal interests?

As things turned out, his initial opinion of you was quite the opposite. If only you could have spied into his brain, it would have saved you a landslide of worry. Although your brother took up all of H/N’s attention before the movie started, he noticed you a good amount. To be precise, you blew him away at first sight. Your cute laugh won him over in a matter of seconds and he liked that your merch sweater could have been stolen straight out of his own closet. He didn’t want to feel too smug, but the way you diverted your eyes away from him whenever he looked in your direction only boosted his confidence further.

Your brother might have warned him. Stay away from her. She’s off limits for you. But not a thousand vicious, older brothers could have kept him from trying to get to you. It was up to you, after all, whether you wanted him around or not, and not to your brother. From that day on, H/N didn’t skip out on a chance to see you, even if it meant merely an exchange of a few words, or a simple greeting. And to his luck, you turned out to be equally as enraptured by him.

There was something about the untouchable, the forbidden, that attracted him to you even more. Plus, you were simply too precious to forget about. One morning, you dropped off a beanie at his place, which he had left at your house after meeting with your big brother the previous day. When he had asked if he could drive you to school as a thank you, you happily accepted. You had marked that day as the first day of your new life. First, it was harmless flirting. To be honest, you were under the impression he was merely messing with you. Because you were the cute little sister of his best friend. Because you would turn into an awkward shell of a person who had lost all ability to articulate, and your cheeks would burn as if they were on fire, whenever he charmed you.

But the flirting slowly reached newer levels, and before you knew it you were discussing your sexual fantasies over text messages and giving him bedroom eyes as you opened the front door for him. “H/N’s here!” you would then shout to your big brother. Then you would watch the two boys walk off to your brother’s room, pondering why life had to be this way for you. It wasn’t fair. Siblings were supposed to share, right? Why did you have to wait your turn until after midnight, when no one would notice, to spend time with H/N?

But to H/N, the sneaking around in the middle of the night and the secret messages you sent to each other, it all added to the excitement. Surely, there were days on which he wished he could just break the truth to your brother. The impact it could have on their friendship was enough intimidation for him to refrain, though. Things were better off this way, for now.

Today was no exception to your usual lies. When your brother asked if you would go out with him to do some shopping, you had played the victim and feigned a stomachache. Your parents wouldn’t be home all weekend. You’d have been stupid to waste a perfect opportunity like that. Who knew when you could have H/N in your bed the next time? Normally, you were restricted to his car, or to his bed in the dark of night. Yes, those places had something enticing at first glance. But the backseat of a car was only enjoyable for so many clandestine meetings. So today you notified him of your golden opportunity before your brother had even walked out the door.

The moment H/N texted you that he was outside your home, you opened the front door and dragged him to your room.

“Are you in control today, little one?” he asked, closing the bedroom door after you.

“Why are you asking that?” you replied, not wanting to talk at all but rather do so much more productive things.

“I don’t know…perhaps because you haven’t let me say a word since I came through the door,” he said.

“Right. Maybe I’m planning on tying you up, blindfolding you, and torturing you with ice and wax,” you joked in a casual tone, despite not usually requesting such graphic ideas.

“I don’t know if I’d let you do that,” he grinned with raised eyebrows. “Besides, I know you’d rather be at the receiving end of that. It’s a sweet idea, though. If we had some more time…”

“Think you could get away from me if I tied you up?” you said, but he was towering over you with the calmness of a king who knew he reigned over the situation.

“We both know I’m stronger than you, doll,” he said. You didn’t like it when boys called you weak. But you’d let it slide, knowing he was only joking and would never underestimate you outside of the bedroom. He put his lips right up to yours, so you felt his breath on them. His fingers came up to cup your face, but then slowly inched to your neck. When they closed around your neck, putting the slightest amount of pressure on your skin, you whimpered quietly.

“Need reminding?” he asked. As much pent-up frustration you had, and as much as your stomach was flipping upside down from how badly you needed him, you just had to play with him. You knew it would make for more fun.

“I think- “ you started, with a grin. Then you grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pushed him backwards, until he was stumbling. Although caught off guard, he was quick to pull you along with him as he fell onto your bed. You landed on top of him with a small squeal.

“Go on, let’s see who can throw the other off the bed first,” he teased with a superiority that only spurred you on. Then again, you would always be in the mood for the oldest childhood game you had ever known. Only now it wasn’t your brother, but his best friend you were playing against. It added a layer of excitement, and after only seconds, giggles had overtaken you as you struggled in his grip.

“No tickling is allowed,” you said. He nodded obediently with a smirk that told you he might not abide by your rules.

At first, you had attempted to hold him down by his arms. But your legs tangled, and he pushed his chest up against yours, like he was about to flip you over. Your plan seemed to be working only momentarily. You groaned a little as he grabbed your wrists swiftly and held his stance against your attempt to pull his upper body to the side.

“Cute,” he said. That’s when you realized, he was barely struggling, barely trying, even. While you were giving your most, he smirked like he was watching a kitten trying to fight a lion. It was child’s play to him, keeping you in check. Literally. With an annoying expression of amusement on his face, he let you have the upper hand for a while. Then, as if you had never had an ounce of advantage, he turned it around and pulled you into him. His eyes suggested he might just send you tumbling down onto the floor any moment now. Nonetheless, you weren’t going to give up so easily. Taking your chances, you let go of his arms and moved sideways, so you could have your go at pushing him towards the edge of the mattress.

“I don’t think so,” he said. Suddenly, he bear-hugged your body and rolled you both over. Before you could protest or defend yourself, your arm was dangling off the side of your bed and if you had moved a tiny bit further, you would have slid off the bedsheets and right onto your carpet. It was his turn to straddle you now. As if his actions hadn’t been enough declarations of his strength, he pinned your wrists to the bed above your head and gave you a challenging smirk.

“I was going to let you win, doll. But you weren’t trying hard enough,” he said. “What are you going to do about it?”

What were you going to do? He had you completely immobilized. “Just let it go, then. We get it, you’re super strong and super big and the coolest,” you said.

He seemed to take an instant liking to your declaration. “Say it again. This time minus the eye-rolling, sugar.”

“You’re stronger than me,” you said, trying to avoid the laughter that was threatening to come out. Could he read in your gaze how badly you wanted him to kiss you already? If he could, he wasn’t acting on it. Instead, he bent to the crook of your neck and spoke.

“Does it turn you on that I can overpower you?” his breath fanned your ear and you had to close your eyes to control yourself.

“Yes. Because I trust you,” you answered truthfully. The corner of his lips curled into a cocky grin.

“You know what? I think I’d rather you stay in bed with me instead of throwing you on the floor. There’s so many things we can do up here, isn’t that right, little one?” His lips brushed over your cheek and then over your lips as he spoke. The nickname had always made you weak in the knees and he knew it. When he finally enveloped your lips in a kiss, you swore you could feel an electric spark jump between the two of you. The mellowness of it turned into hunger rapidly, and as soon as his tongue flicked over your bottom lip, you whimpered like you hadn’t seen him in a year.

“Needy, are we?” he asked, running his hand up your sides and underneath your shirt. He could say that again. “Let’s get these off, then.”

The seconds in which you pulled off your clothes and couldn’t hang on his lips and feel his skin on your body should have been considered a form of torture in itself. Then, time always went by so much slower than usually.

When you had both shed off your clothes, he climbed back on top of you. Instead of straddling your hips he was now resting between your legs. There was nothing separating you from him, and it was apparent not only through the body heat that radiated off him. He reached down and whilst peppering kisses on your chest, slid his fingers through your slick arousal that was pooling in your core.

“You’re so wet,” he said in surprise, but couldn’t hide his approval and self-confidence in his voice.

“I know,” you said, rolling your eyes but simultaneously fighting the urge to moan at the smallest of touches he was teasing your with. “I’m so horny. Can’t we skip foreplay?”

“Poor doll,” he said. “I should’ve come over earlier, huh?”

“You know that wasn’t possible,” you said. With a desperate look, you pleaded him silently.

“I wanna taste you,” he said, but your put your hand on his cheek softly.

“Maybe later?” you said. “Please, I need to have you inside of me. Now.”

“You’re extra cute when you’re this needy,” he smiled. “Are there still condoms in your nightstand?”

You nodded and had never moved so fast to open a drawer in your life. Pretending to have any patience left, you waited for him to roll on the rubber.

“I love the way you look at me,” he said. “When you’re waiting for me. Could watch you for hours.”

“God, I hope you won’t. Come here, please?” you replied, making him chuckle. He lined himself up with your core, but then made no inclination to move ahead. His dark eyes and little head tilt told you everything.

“Don’t mess with me anymore,” you whined, reaching for the back of his neck to pull him closer. “Do it. H/N.”

“Beg for it.” His words twisted something in the pit of your stomach. Although you were burning with hunger, you could never say no to him. Then again, you were curious to see what would happen if you did.

“What if I don’t? Don’t you want to fuck me as much as I want it?” you challenged him. Something glinted in his eyes, and you knew you shouldn’t have even brought it up.

“I can always do this,” he said, and you followed his eyes down his body and to where he had wrapped his hand around his cock. Slowly, he jerked himself off, and you weren’t sure he was biting his lip because of the feeling or to discompose you. His small sigh should’ve been caused by you. This wasn’t what you had wanted. His tip was right by your slit. He could’ve pushed his length in so easily, and yet he wasn’t. Debating what to say, you kept your eyes trained on his hard member that looked so delicious in his hands. His deep groans rang in your ears. It didn’t take long for you to cave.

“Fuck. That should be me around you,” you said. “That should be my pussy you’re fucking and not your hands. Please.”

“Isn’t that right?” he said.

“Yes. Please, fuck me. I would feel so much better than your hands, and you know it. Please,” you whined. “I need you right now H/N. Please.”

You added another ‘please’ – for good measure – because the way his tongue darted out and licked his smirking lips could make you say anything if it would get him to fuck you.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you,” he said. “Think you can take me?”

“Yes, yes-, I can! Please, fuck me,” you said in a waterfall of words, and he chuckled handsomely.

“Good girl,” he said, running a gentle hand over your head. “If it’s too much you let me know.”

“As always.”

The tip of his cock gently pushed into your core, making you hold your breath as he entered you slowly. It caused you to feel every inch with every second. Your brain felt fuzzy, and you sighed gratefully at the relief.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he moaned. The carefulness in his thrusts paired with his moon eyes at you only remained that way for a few seconds. Then, he straightened up and grabbed your hips to drag you in closer. You moaned helplessly when he almost pulled out completely, so slowly it almost made you crazy, only to slam his length into you until his tip brushed against the deepest spot inside of you. It was an action he repeated over and over, until you were reduced to a puddle of desperate whimpers, and you clasped the bedsheets in your hands tightly.

“You like it this way, little one?” he asked. He was apparently finding enjoyment in your reaction. How you could barely keep your eyes open, and when you did, your eyeballs threatened to roll to the back of your head. How your fingers clenched around the closest plushie, and you cradled it against your chest in bliss.

“Yes- fuck,” you said. “Feels so good.”

Of course, right as you said this, he had to change things up. His thrusts turned lazy and messy as he leaned backwards slightly. With an equally lazy demeanor, his thumb flicked over your clit, rubbing circles on it.

“Let me hear you. Say my name,” he said, and you quietly moaned his name. You adored the way it sounded, voiced like this, with barely more than a breath underneath your soft tone. Now and then, his cock slipped out of you, making you clench around nothing and furthermore had you going completely out of your mind. When he would push himself into your opening again, it felt as if it was the first time he was entering you today. Except you felt it repeatedly, each time as incredible as the previous. Your mouth hung open, rendered speechless except for the little moans and whimpers sounding from your throat. There was a familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach, tying firmer with each passing minute.

As if he could read your mind, he decided then he was done with his sweet torture of teasing you to an orgasm. You couldn’t be mad at him, though, because what he had planned was just as perfect, if not better. His hands wandered to their original place on your sides, and he began to snap his hips into yours at a faster pace. A small cry of surprise left your lips, while he only smirked at you through heavy-lidded eyes. Impulsively, you lifted your legs a little, intensifying the feeling of his member roughly dragging through your velvet walls.

“H/N, I’m so close,” you whimpered.

“Me too,” he replied, not slowing down for a second.

His broad frame towering over your body was a sight you would never get enough of and his gazes at you were hot enough that they could have stopped your heart in its tracks. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead and there was a thin sheet of sweat on his neck. It all just made him more breathtaking to you. The slight pain from his nails digging into the skin on your waist was staggering, and you could barely wait to see the masterpiece of marks he would leave tonight.

You were a moaning mess, flying on cloud nine and simultaneously overwhelmed by his treatment of you. It clouded your mind at took over your whole body like you were made for him to fuck you. His length filled up your tight hole and he did it with such force that your whole body rocked into your mattress in a steady, fast-paced rhythm. He let go of your waist then and supported himself on his arm by the side of your head. When his other hand went to your neck you shuddered in anticipation.

“You should see yourself with my hand around your throat,” he said. “So pretty, little one.”

“We can do it in front of a mirror sometime- ,” you suggested, but were cut off at the end of the sentence as his fingers tightened on your neck. Instantly, the effect of it hit you. The lack of oxygen made your head swim in a sea of pleasure and the unrelenting desire to come. Through fluttering eyelids, you peeked up at him. The way he licked his lips and then clenched his jaw, the gorgeous shape of his collarbones and shoulders – you sometimes wondered if he was even real. Every so often he loosened his grip on you. When he did, you took gulps of air and then instantly whined for him to choke you again.

“Let go for me,” he said. “Show me your pretty face when I make you come. I’m fucking you well, aren’t I?”

You nodded as well as you could when he was gripping your throat and you couldn’t breathe properly at the moment. It didn’t matter you couldn’t talk. He was probably not expecting you to answer, either way. In a pleasure-induced trance, you closed your eyes and let it happen, like he had asked it from you. Your hazy consciousness barely registered that he was reaching his high with you. Too overcome were you, with your thighs trembling uncontrollably and your back arching off the mattress. He had let go of your neck and was riding out his own orgasm with sloppy thrusts that only sent you into another frenzy and had you whimpering his name softly. When he had finished too, he slowed down and pulled you into a gentle kiss, rubbing his nose against yours sweetly.

“That was amazing,” he said, and with a blissful hum you nodded. Your lips changed into a pout when he rolled off you and got up. You were tired of sending him back home so quickly. As he discarded the condom in the bin, you put on your most enchanting eyes, so he would have no other choice.

“Stay a little longer, please,” you asked. You knew he wanted to, as well. So although he was aware that your brother could return at any moment, he tumbled back into bed with you.

“Just for a little while,” he said. “Mhm…you’re so perfect to cuddle, baby.” His embrace was warm and his scent comforting, as he hummed a lovely melody. The soft touch of his fingers running through your hair lulled you right into a light sleep. You were awoken rather abruptly, and with half a heart attack.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen my charger- “ your brother’s voice suddenly broke through the silence and you wondered if you would have to pack up and leave the country after this sort of embarrassment.

“It’s not what it looks like,” you said, knowing well enough it was the dumbest thing you could have said. But who could blame you? You had only woken up two seconds ago.

“Really?” your brother asked. “Because I hear H/N sneak into our house so often lately, I’m starting to wonder if his parents threw him out.”

His tone was surprisingly calm.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you,” H/N said to your brother. “I thought you’d hate me and that we’d be over as friends.”

“I know I told you once to leave Y/N alone. But now…I guess it’s cool. She’s been in a great mood lately, and if that’s thanks to you, I think I can approve of you two. Although I’m not looking forward to being a third wheel, I think I can get used to it if I try hard enough,” your brother said. You couldn’t believe your ears, and involuntarily smiled like a fool. No more hiding. No more secrets.

“I stole your charger. I’m sorry,” you said then, making your brother roll his eyes. “It’s by the sofa in the living room.”

“Great. I needed a reason to leave anyway,” your brother said. “I might approve of you, but this situation is still too awkward. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, H/N?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” the boy in your bed said.

“You’ll see me too!” you added as a joke, as your brother already walked away from the door.

“Unfortunately I will!” your brother shouted, with the unnerving tone only a big brother could possibly muster.

[rebeccccccaaa]

Ѕтдсч’ѕ Мом

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ɴᴀᴛᴀsʜᴀ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴏғғ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Summary: fucking stacy’s mom dude; what else is there to say?

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: milf!nat good god, age gap [not established but over 21 cuz drinks lol and pretty big but consensual ofc], major mommy kink lol, unnecessarily using the phrase ‘stacy’s mom’ too much, i might end doing another part even though it’s a long one

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: stacy’s mom has got it going on ;)

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“Did you hear me?” Stacy asked you.

“Huh?” you snapped your head back to her completely unsure of what she said.

You two were hanging around the pool soaking in the sun. It was summer and your college classes didn’t start for another six weeks. You’ve been spending your summer with Stacy and her mom at her beach/fucking big ass mansion in California.

Stacy’s mom worked as an architect or something back home in New York with Stark Industries so to say they were rich would be a huge understatement. She was practically a billionaire like the owner himself. Also the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever laid your eyes on. You’ve had a crush on her since the day you met her back home in New York.

“I asked if you wanted to order pizza? We can get something else but I’m not cooking without my mom,” she giggled.

The day that Stacy’s mom went back to New York for a business trip you guys attempted to make pancakes. Fucking pancakes. And almost burned down the house. Everyday since, you guys have been buying and ordering delivery on everything; she had the money so.

“Oh sure that’s cool. Maybe we can go pick up some beer too?” you suggested.

“I like the way you think, Y/l/n,” Stacy said, pulling out her phone.

You laid back down letting the sun warm your skin before you turned your head back to Stacy.

“When is your mom coming back?”

“Um, I’m not sure but probably sometime this weekend, she shouldn’t have been gone that long. Why? You miss her? Like her more than me?” Stacy jokes, making you flush and get defensive.

“What? No, I was just asking,” you told her.

“Hey, relax I’m just messing with ya,” she laughed.

You breathed out heavily and tried to distract your thoughts but you weren’t doing a good job as you instantly started thinking about Stacy’s mom. Goddammit. You two went inside and heard a knock on the big glass front door and Stacy ran to get the door. The pizza is probably here.

You went ahead to the guest room you occupied and instantly took a cold shower. You were sweaty and overheated from sunbathing not from the insensitive thoughts about Stacy’s mom bending you over the side of the pool as she pumped her fingers in and out of you whispering the filthiest things in your ear, definitely not from that.

You came out and the smell of greasy pizza overcame you. You walked into the kitchen finding the pizza sitting on the counter and you walked over to grab your slice. You stuff the slice in your mouth before turning to grab a beer from the fridge. You grabbed the beer and shut the fridge door only to be completely taken by surprise.

“Got enough for one more gal?” your eyes widen and your breath hitched making you almost choke on the pizza still stuffed in your mouth. You pulled the pizza out and chewed rapidly as her gorgeous smile widened at your flustered state.

“Miss Romanoff, you’re back,” you said, your mouth still full.

“Yup, just got back,” she nodded towards the baggage piled by the living room couch.

“Cool,” you swallowed audibly.

“Mom! You’re back,” Stacy came in; thankfully.

“Hi hon. You two holding up with delivery and junk?” she joked nodding towards the pizza on the counter and in your hand along with the beer.

“Hey, we tried to cook something but we almost burnt the house down so we just gave up,” Stacy explained, grabbing a greasy slice of pizza.

“Ugh, you girls need to learn how to cook. This stuff isn’t good for you to have all day everyday.”

“Well, if you hadn’t left us,” Stacy said sarcastically with a mocking grin.

“Trust me, I didn’t want to,” she said, looking at you.

A few hours had passed and you sat in the living room watching movies with Stacy and her mom. The movie was quite scary since those were Stacy’s favorite and during a particular quiet and suspenseful scene your stomach growled embarrassingly loud causing both of the women to snap their heads to you.

“I- I’m so sorry, I’m really hungry,” you mumbled shyly.

“Lemme order something,” Stacy said, grabbing her phone.

“No, no, no. you girls are done with the takeout. Come on; go wash your hands. We’re gonna cook something together.”

You and Stacy stood at the counter covered in flour tiredly kneading dough with your hands. Stacy’s mom grew up in Russia and she wanted to teach you guys how to make her favorite dish that her mom always made for her for lazy summer nights just like this one.

“Ugh, my hands hurt,” Stacy complained.

“That means you're doing it right,” her mom snickered.

She came up behind you closer than you’d like peering over your shoulder like a vulture. She rested her hand on either side of you cagin you in, pressing against the counter suggestively. You breathing quicken and you could feel her breath fanning over your shoulder and chills erupted all over your skin.

“You doing alright?” she asked you, of which you silently nodded afraid that your voice would betray you embarrassingly in front of her and her daughter.

“Good girl,” she whispered, squeezing your hip making you jolt.

“You good?” Stacy chuckled.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said sneaking a glance at Stacy’s mom who carried mischief in her eyes.

You continued to slowly but surely make your dinner for the night until suddenly the doorbell rang and echoed across the gigantic house.

“Expecting company, you two?” Stacy’s mom asked.

“Not that we know of?” Stacy said wiping her hand on her apron before scurrying to the front door.

“You’re doing so good, Y/n,” Stacy’s mom teased.

“Th- Thank you,” you mumbled timidly.

“Of course. Anytime, hon,” she whispered getting closer to you.

“Miss Romanoff,” you whispered, turning your head.

“Yeah?” she smiled softly, her lips impossibly close to yours.

“I- uh, you’re-”

“What are you guys doing?” Stacy asked.

“Y/n’s got something in her eye; poor thing,” she said and you instantly started blinking quickly and rubbing your eye, feigning that uncomfortable feeling.

“Oh no, do you need eye drops?” Stacy asked sincerely, guess she bought it.

“No, I think I’m ok,” you told her quickly.

That’s when you actually registered your surroundings again after being suffocated by Stacy’s mom’s perfume and lusting atmosphere. God, you want this woman to fuck you so badly.

“What’re you doing here?” Stacy’s mom asked in her usual playful manner.

“Well, I wanted to surprise Stacy by taking her to a weekend getaway in Malibu; had I known you had guests. I don’t mean to exclude you,” Jason, Satcy’s boyfriend arrived without notice.

“Oh, it’s ok. I’ve been here all summer. You should go; spend some summertime with your boyfriend for a bit,” you smiled at Stacy.

“Really? I don’t want to leave you all alone,” Stacy said.

“She won't be alone; she’ll be with me,” Stacy’s mom said smirking at you; she pressed her hand to your lower back making you stiffen.

“Think you can handle my mom for the entire weekend alone?” Stacy said laughing but you weren’t.

“Can you?” her mom teased.

“I’ll try,” you said shakily. You were not ready.

“Ok, ok. Let me go pack,” Stacy said, turning to Jason excitedly.

Jason followed in pursuit hot on her heels leaving you alone for a moment with her mom. She caged you in her arms as she did before, pressing her hips flushed against your bottom. You gasped softly feeling her cold hands riding up your back under your shirt.

“Miss Romanoff,” you choked.

“Nat; we’re close, aren’t we?” she whispered in your ear.

“What are you doing?” you felt her nails lightly scratching your back making you shudder.

“We’re gonna have the whole weekend to ourselves, hon,” she smirked devilishly.

“Fuck,” you breathed out when her hands brushed to your front, her thumbs grazing the bottom of your breasts.

“Ok, all ready; I think,” you heard Stacy and her boyfriend coming down the stairs. Nat, pushed her herself off you and walked over to her daughter and her boyfriend, swaying her hips just a little bit more than usual knowing you’d kept your eyes subtly trained on them.

“Have fun you two. We’ll see you guys Monday?”

“Monday night,” Jason said.

“Bye mom. Bye, Y/n.”

You waved them off with a small smile, your stomach doing flips anticipated what the hell this woman had in store for you. If she was even going to lay a hand on you, you had no fucking idea. You just stay still, absolutely unmoving, behind the counter.

“Alright, hon. Let’s finish this dinner,” Nat said, turning to you.

Throughout finishing cooking, Nat kept her hands to herself but that didn’t mean she stopped teasing you. Every time you did something correctly, she whispered praises to you that made you wet, arousal pooling between your thighs uncontrollably.

You sat at the counter next to her quietly eating what you made with her help. She watched you carefully to see if you’d like the food and you weren’t going to lie, the food was amazing.

“You did it all by yourself, малышка. Such a good girl you are,” she whispered making you tremble. She picked up your empty plate and carried it to the sink. You sat still in your seat before Nat came up behind, moving your hair from your shoulder and neck. She leaned down and pressed her lips lightly against your burning skin.

“Miss Romanoff,” you said suddenly standing abruptly.

“Yes, hon,” she said.

“W- we, we can’t-” you heavily stuttered.

“Ok,” she responded.

“Wh- what?”

“Ok; I’m sorry,” she stepped away from you. You don’t know why you were so surprised, you literally told her to stop.

“Ok,” you whispered.

“Good night, hon,” she said walking away.

When she was out of sight you huffed deeply feeling like you could finally breathe normally again. You trotted hastily upstairs seeing as Nat was seemingly in her room. You walked up to her door cautiously, light peering from under the door; reaching for the handle but ultimately shied away thinking about the fact that she was your best friend’s mother.

“Fuck, this is wrong,” you said to yourself frustratingly.

You went to your own room closing the door as quietly as possible. You tried to occupy your mind as best as you could running a shower, brushing your teeth, even re-folding your clothes that were already tucked neatly in your drawers. You couldn't shake the feeling of the way her lips felt against your skin.

You were so desperate to be in that position again and Stacy’s out of the house; the opportunity was perfect but of course you cowarded away running off to your room lying to yourself that you didn’t desperately want to spend the night in her bed.

You looked at the time and saw that it was around ten at night deciding it was late enough to hit the sheets; not the ones you want but whatever at point honestly. That proved to be a huge struggle as you tossed and turned for hours. Everytime you close your eyes you're met with those beautiful emerald green eyes that you find yourself getting lost in everytime you see them.

“Ugh, shit,” you groaned, unable to sleep.

You stood up abruptly throwing your sheets to the floor paying no mind to the mess you made. You swung the door open and stomped to her room. You were furious that this woman, who clearly didn’t do anything, was keeping from sleeping peacefully as you had been in the previous nights.

You stood silently in front of her door breathing heavily. What were you thinking? What were you gonna do; yell at this poor woman who didn't do anything? But she did. She kissed you.

“Are you gonna stand out there like a creep or are you gonna let yourself in?” her muffled voice came from beyond the door and your eyes widened.

You hastily turned the knob to her door finding her resting beautifully in the golden dimmed light on her large white bed; the sheets so fluffy she looked like an angel resting on a cloud. She had a book in hand, it was Russian so you couldn’t understand the words. But nevermind that, you stood in front of the closed door with an angry expression on your face.

“Now what’s got your panties in a twist, hon?” she asked, a smirk playing on her naturally red lips.

“You,” you retorted.

“And what do you want me to do about those panties?” she closed her book, setting it on her night stand. God, why did she say it like that?

“I can’t sleep.”

“Why’s that?” she knows why; she’s got you wrapped around her dainty little finger.

“You kissed me,” you said quickly.

“Uh, correction. I kissed your neck,” she swung her legs over the edge of the bed to stand up.

“You- you, you put your hands on me. And- and, and you stopped.”

“Because you said to,” she walked up to you, making your stomach flip.

“I didn’t really mean it,” you whispered shyly.

“Really?” she whispered back.

“Do you want me to put my hands on you again?” she asked seductively.

You hesitated refusing to look her in those perfect green eyes because you know you fall when you do.

“Look at me and use those big girl words,” she whispered, her breath fanning across your face.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Please what?” she teased.

You looked up at her letting out a shaky breath. You were about to pass the point of no return and looking into those hypnotizing sage eyes you wanted nothing more than to let her have her way with you.

“Please kiss me,” you whimpered.

Nat grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you flushed against her body kissing you feverishly. Your eyes fluttered closed, moving your lips with hers. Her hands ran up under your shirt ghosting your skin making your skin burst into chills. You practically trembled under her cold hands.

“Красотка,” she whispered against your lips.

“Huh?’ you mumbled dazed and confused by the sudden change of dialect; that was very hot keep in mind.

“абсолютно очаровательны,” she chuckled.

“Wha-?” you stuttered. What the fuck just happened?

She lifted her hands up your body as did you, lifting you shirt off your body. She practically growled at the sight of your breasts. She leaned down, licking along the valley of your breasts peering up at you with those big eyes you loved so much.

She kneeled to the ground pulling your pajama bottoms down your legs torturously slowly. You wiggled your knees back and forth whining at her teasing but she simply nipped and kissed your legs chuckling at your eagerness. She rubbed your legs softly standing up and rested her hands on your hips.

“You are so beautiful,” she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Thank you,” you said timidly.

“Come here, Красотка,” you followed her to the bed and you excitedly crawled to the center. Nat stayed standing smirking at your hypnotized expression as she peeled her shirt off her body and dragged her shorts and panties down her legs. She crawled to you with a playful smile on her lips and sat directly in front of you.

You grinned climbing onto her lap kissing her softly. Her hands ran lightly up your back as her lips moved smoothly against yours. You could feel her perky nipples brushing yours pulling soft moans from you. Her hand made its way into your hair tugging the strands to pull your head back. Her lips instantly falling to the skin of your neck sucking marking you as hers. Your breathing became static and heavy and Nat chuckled at your inexperience.

“Tell me, Y/n, have you ever been with a woman before?” she whispered in your ear, her breath making you shiver.

You shook your head.

“Words, Красотка,” she gripped your chin harshly.

“No; never,” you whispered.

“Oh, I’m gonna have fun with you, little one,” she chuckled darkly.

“Oh god,” you moaned.

“You want mommy to show you a good time?” she snickered.

“Please.”

“Lay back, baby. Mommy’s gonna be right back,” she said kissing you softly. Your stomach fluttered as you patiently waited laying on her incredibly soft bed. You turned your head to watch her leave ever so elegantly; her bottom swaying teasingly as she disappeared into her closet. She walked out with a huge strap and some silk ties and your legs started to shake from excitement? Fear? Both? Yeah, both.

“Safe word?”

“Milf,” you said cheekily, making her laugh out loud.

“Funny.” she mocked, shaking her head.

“Arms up. You let me know if it gets too much ok?” she said cupping your face sweetly.

“Ok; mommy,” you grinned before she kissed you quickly.

She moved up your body straddling your waist to tie the silk ropes around your wrists and the bedframe. You could feel the warmth from her core grinded against you and you felt yourself grow hot under her and bit your lip shyly. She peered down at your flustered state and smirked, proudly seeing you already squirming haven’t even laid a finger on you. She tugged harshly on the knots making sure you had nowhere to go and your stomach flipped when you tested it and you were unable to move your arms from their newfound position.

“Are you gonna tie my legs too?” you asked.

“We’ll take it easy the first night?” First night?

She stood at the foot of the bed staring lustfully into your eyes as she put on the strap, settling comfortably around her hips. She spit in her hand before wrapping it around the standing faux cock pumping and coating it with her saliva. You couldn't help the way you instinctively squeezed the thighs shut in an attempt to relieve yourself.

“Open those pretty legs sweetie. Let mommy take a look at your gorgeous pussy,” her words made you moan softly as you complied.

“So beautiful,” she whispered, almost to herself but you could hear her delicate words.

Her hands came up your thighs and placed them over her own. She brought her fingers down to your core and circled her finger around your entrance. You’ve been aroused since the moment she first pressed her lips against your skin downstairs; to say you were wet was an understatement, you were practically dripping already. She grinned devilishly before pushing her fingers past your folds slowly.

“We're gonna have to stretch you out if this fat cock is gonna fit inside you,” she told you.

You moaned feeling how cold her fingers were, but you loved it. Her thumb came up and pressed firmly against your clit before circling languidly. Your brows furrowed at the pleasure she was stimulating and you bit your lip trying your hardest to not moan like a pornstar.

“I wanna hear you, Красотка,” she pulled your bottom lip from between your teeth.

“Ugh, mommy. That feels so good,” you breathed out.

“Just wait til mommy gets to stuff her cock in this tight little pussy,” she practically growled. Her fingers moved faster in and out of you and you felt that familiar coil in the pit of your stomach, a feeling you often got when you thought about her with your hand between your thighs, starting to build.

“Ah shit, I’m gonna come, mommy!” you whined, tugging on the ropes.

“You wanna come? Come for mommy, Красотка,” she whispered.

Your stomach tightened and your legs squeezed tightly around her waist as you gushed all over her fingers. When you slowly came down from your first orgasm, she brought her fingers to her mouth sucking them clean. Her enchanting green eye locked with yours as she did so; god that was so hot.

“So fucking sweet,” she moaned. She grabbed her faux cock and rubbed the tip along your entrance and you jolted at the feeling.

“You gotta breathe baby, breathe,” she pushed her hips forward and your body tensed up at the stretching her cock was doing to you. Her hands grabbed your waist as she slowly began thrusting her hips in and out. You back arched off the bed; becoming a moaning mess under the stunning redhead.

Nat held a blissful expression watching you write beneath her. It had been so long since she’s ravished another in her bed. And she’s kept an eye on you for a while. You were this sweet little thing that walked through the elevator doors back home in New York and Nat knew she wanted you.

She’s always known and saw the way you let your eyes linger. The way you stuttered when she asked you a question. The way you’d instantly freeze when she grazed her fingers over your waist, or pressed her hand on your lower back to get past you for whatever. Most of the time it was just an excuse to get close to you.

You made her feel young again. Reminded here what it was like to be desired by another woman. She knew you would never muster up the courage to actually make some sort of move, especially since you are always with Stacy. Tonight was a perfect opportunity and it terrified her for that moment that she had fucked up and scared you off. She really cared about you and for you; and hurting you was damn near about to kill the woman.

“You're taking mommy’s cock so well, Красотка,” she cupped your face.

You started grunting and whining practically yanking at the restraints. Grinding your hips in rhythm with her thrust desperately chasing your second release. God, the woman made you come once and now you’re completely and utterly addicted to her.

“Now, don’t get greedy, little one. Mommy’s giving all she can; do you need to be punished? I can walk away-”

“No! Please, mommy! Don’t leave me, please,’ tears brimmed your ears; you didn’t even want to think about not being her arms right now.

“Ok, then be a good girl and stop whining like a little brat. Is that what you are? Just a greedy whore desperate for mommy’s cock?” her words made you moan and squirm even more.

“No, I’m sorry mommy,” you choked out.

“Oh, Красотка,” she sighed.

She quickly pulled out, making you almost scream. You quickly let out a string of apologies but she simply grabbed your hips and flipped you over to your stomach. She brought her hand up and striked down smacking your cheek so loud it frightened you. However the sting felt so delicious and you shudder secretly wanting more. Her hand ran up your back grabbing your hair harshly to pull your head back; her body molding perfectly against you as she spoke in your ear.

“Красотка, mommy wanted to go easy on you tonight but if you want to act like a whore, you’ll get fucked like one.”

“Fuck!” you cried when she rutted her hips back into you from behind.

Her hand grabbed the globes of your ass, kneading the hot flesh from her spanks. Your upper body was being propped by your elbows until Nat hit a particular spot inside you that made you collapse. Nat smiled proudly to herself, continuing to drive her hips into you.

“Красотка, I can tell you want to come,” she said.

“Yes! Please, mommy let me come! Your cock feels so good,” you moaned muffled by the sheets your face was buried in.

“Go ahead, Красотка. Let go all over Mommy’s cock,” she granted.

“Fuck!” you back arched and your head was thrown back; your toes curled.

You practically trembled feeling Nat’s faux cock hit deeper inside you than any other partner, which wasn’t many to begin with, had ever reached before. Your eyes rolled so far back you felt like you were about to pass out. You’ve never been in such a euphoria high quite like this before and it was overwhelming. Tears flowed down your cheeks as you cried Nat’s name until everything went black for a moment.

You pried your tired eyes open realizing you were tucked closely by Nat’s side.

“There she is,” Nat cooed.

“I didn’t hurt, did I?” she asked softly.

“No, I feel great,” you giggled.

“You did so well, Красотка,” she kissed your forehead, cuddling you closer.

“What does that mean? The name you called me,” you asked.

“It means ‘beautiful girl’,” she whispered looking into your eyes.

Fucking hell, you were falling in love with this woman more and more with every passing second. You casted your eyes away shyly but she cupped your face and made you look at her again.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” she teased.

“I know it might be wrong, but I’m in love with Stacy’s mom,” you told her.

She smiled softly before kissing you passionately, literally taking your breath away. No other words were exchanged. You simply closed your eyes and basked in what could be the only night you get to spend with someone as perfect as Natasha.

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