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[satellitespinner]

thinking about private school ellie..

private school!ellie who got a scholarship because she’s just that smart!!!!!!! (def science or art related.)

private school!ellie who somehow finessed her way into the boys uniform??

private school!ellie dorms with dina and private school!reader dorms with abby!

private school!ellie deadass gets so upset when she flunks on an assignment or fails a test. she fr starts shaking and crying…

private school!ellie who sees you in her biology class and falls head over heels. like that song by tears for fears was on REPEAT!!!

private school!ellie who tells dina and jesse about you and cannot stop talking about you..

private school!ellie notices every detail and any small change in your appearance or mood.. y’all ain’t even talk yet.

private school!ellie who pulls a miles morales and talks to you for the first time like this:

you’re walking from your first class to your second, biology. you accidentally bump into this girl who’s walking out as you’re walking in.

you don’t have time to apologize before she’s looking you up and down and saying

“oh my god this is so embarrassing! we’re wearing the same shirt!” you couldn’t help but laugh, it was so unfunny it was funny.

after class this girl definitely went back to her dorm and told dina about the entire interaction….

“god she’s just as bad as you..” dina scoffed as ellie recalled you laughing at her stupid ‘flirt’

private school!ellie who passes you a tiny note asking if you want to be partners for your final project.

she was smart, usually giving the right answers.. why not?

private school!ellie was so anxious during the project, couldn’t even look you in the eye..

private school!ellie who got you guys an A+ on your marine biology project!!

private school!ellie decides to ask you out on an actual date! in her opinion the study dates didn’t count! (all the flirting that she didn’t pick up on..)

private school!ellie is ecstatic when you say yes to her date !

private school!ellie takes you to the beach and you guys watch the stars!

private school!ellie becomes your girlfriend before the second date..

-> sorry this was short :(( not having much inspiration lately 😕

[pwinkprincess]

“you’re cryin? really?” irritation is blatant in yuji’s voice. his light brown eyes bore at your face as he observes the fat tears sliding down your cheeks. there’s a pout on your lips that he wants to kiss away but chooses not to. 

“you’re being s-so mean, yu.” you whimper. you’re looking up at him with that adorable pout, and those teary doe eyes. your fingers are fiddling with the hem of his shirt. yuji gets so weak when you act like this.

“‘m not bein mean, angel. you’re just.. you’re not thinking right now.” he reasons. he tries to give you lead way. he knows you can be.. too trusting. like right now, agreeing with some girl you met two weeks ago online to go to a nightclub in an area you nor yuji has ever heard of. when you first proposed your plans to him yesterday, you were met with an unforgiving “ no ''.

you pull tighter on his shirt, it’s your own way of showing the anger that you fail to vocally communicate. yuji ignores your tugging and instead cusps your face. his large hands cover your cheeks, they aren’t as soft as yours. they’re an example of what he’s been through. his thumbs lay under your eyes, stopping the tears like a dam.

“you don’t know her, angel.” yuji reminds you. he looks deep into your eyes with every word. he hopes his words are going through to your head. you have a frustrating habit of hearing yuji talk, but not listening to what he’s saying.

“yes i do! i know her favorite color, and her favorite number, and her favorite food, and and— i jus know so much about her, yu.” you place your hands on top of his.

“she could be lyin, angel.” yuji sighs. “y’know what? none of that matters. my answer is no, and that’s final.” he removes his hands away from your face.

you whine out as you let go of his shirt. “i don’t care what you say! ‘m grown a-and i can make my own decisions!” you declare boldly.

yuji has to stop himself from laughing directly at your face. you still call him when you get lost in a city you’ve been living in for years. there was also this one time, he had a full and busy schedule but your car’s oil needed to be changed. he thought you would be responsible enough to go to the mechanic shop on your own. oh boy, was he wrong. later that day, the two of you cuddled in bed. you were happily chatting about your day while yuji sleepily listened. he was quickly shaken out of his sleepiness when you suddenly mentioned you were charged over a thousand dollars. needless to say, you’ve never gone to a mechanic shop by yourself again.

“oh really?” yuji’s eyebrows lift. he gives you a look of faux shock before a frown tugs on his lips. “alright, then.”

you pause at the calmness he’s displaying. he’s too calm at your stubbornness, way too calm. yuji only squints his eyes at you before walking away. you bite your lip as you replay the conversation that just happened. even while deep in thought, your feet move on their own, following behind him like a lost puppy.

[darlingofvalyria]

the sister's hot best friend trope— masterlist.

In which you're Helaena's hot best friend, and you take pity on Hel's younger, quieter, in an-unhealthy-unbalanced-on-and-off relationship brother by fake dating him. Hilarity (and confuse feelings) ensues.

ONGOING, +18 MDNI | Modern AU! Aemond Targaryen x Sister's Hot Best Friend!Reader, ft. Cregan Stark x f!reader + Aemond Targaryen x Alys Rivers

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01 | 'it's called a hustle, sweetheart'

M! | 02 | 'baby, all you gotta do is trust me'

03 | 'pucker up, buttercup'

M! | 04 | 'oh honey, you can do better than that'

05 | 'we're really in it now, darling'

06 | 'it's called a lovebug, lovebug'

07 | 'my love, you can call me whatever you like'

Message to be added to the taglist!

[qvrcll]

; love language - (SULLY BROTHERS)

— (avatar : twow) -> drabble !

✧ — the sully brothers have qualities they seek in each of their partners.

cw. contains no spoilers ! gn , non sully + navi reader

auth notes. js watched twow and i literally sobbed in that theatre. avatar proves to stand as one of my fav films ever.

characters. lo’ak + neteyam sully (♡⃕)

warnings. injury / blood mention in lo’ak’s , slight angst for both but mainly fluff.

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𖠗 LO’AK — ༉‧₊˚.

loves physical touch. it is an act of trust and affirmation in his own catalogue of body language. he likes to slip his lithe fingers between your own to engraft the two of you together from the hip up — his hands are often pebbly and coarse from days of practice in the salty sea waters and bussed with fronts of ‘friendly banter’ with the other boys occupying the sea; scratches, bruises, even cuts. his day is often better when you’re treating his misgivings, soft skin melting against his own patch of skin. sometimes, when he feeling braver, if brave at all, he will slather his presence into you. that starts with rubbing your knuckles, index finger or even pinkie till you’re red and confused at the inundation of physical touch with him. your reactions are his catalyst. other days, when he’s heckled by jake or overriden by the boys, you will come to understand his pattern of touch — he’ll want you close. closer. touch his ears for him to crawl deeper into you. rub your knuckles against his cheek to keep him grounded. enclose your feet around his hips to keep him reminded of your subsistence of his trust — he’ll probably cry in your arms later.

𖠗 NETEYAM — ༉‧₊˚.

loves when you listen to him. this mustn’t be mistranslated to him being a deference freak — if there is anything he hates, it’s bossing you around. having you feel controlled. he loves when you’re most comfortable around him. but, when the time calls for it, he requires your time, your patience. this comes in the form of compliance to his word; jake instructed the two of you to stay out of battle? keep in the air and he will see the depth of his appreciation for you. sky people spotted raiding the meter ahead? stay touching toes with him in the foliage of the forest and he will learn of love, compassion. the golden fruit that is you, born from eywa. other days, when there are no baleful missions or pernicious members of earth filthying the land with bullets and spit, he loves when you just listen to him. being the oldest comes with its share of predicaments. swipe the hair out of his eye whilst nodding and he will pulse in your hold. maintain eye contact and he will meld with you. press your lips to his knuckles when his eyebrows furrow and he will riddle your skin with kisses.

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[darling2411]

Days like these (Part. 2)

Mick Schumacher x reader

summary: Mick meets your parents for the first time

warnings: none

word count: 5k

“Marry me.”

It’s two weeks after Mick asked you to marry him in his childhood bedroom. Of course you said yes, because c'mon now who in their right mind would say no to a guy like him?

“Are you serious right now ?”

He nods. “ Yes, I want you to marry me. I want to spend the rest of my life falling asleep beside you. When I wake up, the first thing I want to see is your face . I want to build a house and a life with you.I want kids and pets and everything that comes with you. I want it all. So I ask again, do you want to marry me?” He says, his voice filled with emotion.

Tears, caused by his words, roll down your face and you need to close your eyes for a moment and take in a deep breath.

But you’re not sad, god no.

You want to jump up and open the windows and scream at the top of your lungs that Yes! Yes, you want to marry him. And yes you want to build a life with him too.You want to keep him and his love forever.

“Mick,” your voice breaks, “ Yes! I want to marry you.” Your voice is shaking and he smiles. You’re going to be his wife. He can’t believe he’s that lucky.

“Where are you with your thoughts,Liebling?” Actually he knows exactly what you’re thinking about, he knows because you have been fiddling with your engagement ring while staring into nothing. You always do that when you think back to his proposal and like all the times before your mouth curves into a sweet, loving smile.

“I was thinking about how you asked me to marry you and how happy I am that I said yes. “ you said while looking at your ring.

“Best day of my life,Schatz.” You’re still looking at the ring and he watches you with love filled eyes.

You turn to smile at him fondly, and he leans over the center of the car and kisses you on the cheek.

“Come on, off you go, I’ll pick you up in three hours right?”he asks just to be sure.

“Yes, see you later Mickey.” You kiss him goodbye before exiting the car and walking up to your girlfriend's house. You desperately need to be updated on all the gossip.

When you step into the house Mick drives off with a smile playing at his lips. God, you make him so happy.

And while the image of your beautiful smile is still present on his mind he arrives at your shared apartment, where he begins to pack his backpack that he'll be taking with him to your parents house tomorrow.

Obviously Mick is nervous to meet them for the first time, but he's not scared that they won't like him.

His mother raised him well, he’s sure that will help him tomorrow.

“Really?” He needs to ask again, he needs to be sure you will be his forever. “Yes Mick.'' Your hands caress his cheeks gently,’Yes, I will marry you.”Relieve is written all over Mick's face, he never felt as anxious as in those seconds that it took for you to reply. Not when he is going full speed in his race car nor as he had the accident that splitted his car in two was he feeling that amount of dread that he felt right now, but he also was never as happy as in this moment when you promised to be by his side for the rest of both of your life’s.

His eyes are closed and he leans into you to seal your fate with a loving kiss on the lips.

“I will love you forever,” he whispers,” and I will make sure that you will not regret having said yes to me.”

“I could never regret this,Mickey.”

You kiss him again and fall asleep in the arms of your lover and best friend.

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“Come on now, show me that ring!!!” your best friend squeals.

“Am I allowed to take my shoes off first?’you ask laughing.

Your best friend rolls her eyes but lets you continue.

“And now, I want a hug from you. I haven’t seen you in ages.” You state, clearly exaggerating.

With a big smile on her face she pulls you in for a hug and squeezes you tight.

When you pull back she looks at you expectantly and moves from one leg to the other.

You torturously slowly put up your hand in front of you before flicking it down so she can see your engagement ring.

"Ahhh!! Omg! It’s so pretty.” She squeals her eyes wide and a big smile on her face.

You bite your lip and try to suppress your smile. Yes it is indeed a incredibly beautiful ring.

“This wasn’t exactly how I planned to propose to you but I’m glad I did. I’m just sorry that I am not able to put a ring on your finger.”

You shake your head “Mick I don’t need a ring, I have you. That’s enough.”

“But I want everyone to know that you’re my fiancée and soon to be wife and belong at my side.” You blush at his words and break eye contact.Therefore you don’t see how his face lights up. He has an idea. He knows what he’s going to do about that ring problem.

Mick quickly gets out of bed, almost falling on the floor face first, because his legs are tangled in your shared blanket.

“Mick, what are you doing?!”

“Just wait, meine Liebe, I know what I’m doing.”

‘Certainly doesn’t look like it.’ You mutter to yourself under your breath.

“Hey! I heard that.” Your boyfriend fiancé whisper shouts. You watch Mick with furrowed eyebrows, asking yourself what the heck he's doing.

“Where is it? Where is it?” Mick mumbles while rummaging through a drawer,” Aha! Found it.” He runs back to you, his eyes squint slightly, wrinkles appear at the corners of his eyes and his lips form a smile that lights up his whole face.

“What’s got you smiling like that ?” You ask as you pull your legs underneath you and sit back ok the sole of your feet.

Mick is filled with the same amount of excitement a kid would feel on Christmas morning right before opening the present, only you are opening the present instead of him.

“Here,” he says, handing you a little black velvet box,” open it and see.”

You look at him questioning but put your hand out for the box anyway.

When you feel Mick's presence beside you, you open the packet.

The previously quiet room is filled with your gasp of shock and excitement. Inside the velvety box, is a beautiful ring, in the middle of the silver band sits a beautiful sapphire with little diamonds surrounding it. It’s not too shiny and the stone is not too big, it’s just perfect.

“Mick, god. It’s beautiful.” You take a closer look at the blue gem,” It is the same colour as your eyes!” You point out.

“It was my great grandmother’s. She told my Dad to give it to the woman he chose to spend the rest of his life with, but my dad had already gotten my mother a ring before my Uroma (German expression for great grandmother) could gift him the ring on his 21 birthday. So she told him , if he’ll have a son he shall have the ring and put it on the finger of the woman he loved more than everything.”

Mick takes the ring out of it’s containment and asks for your hand.” If I’m being completely honest I totally forgot about that ring, but I love you more than anything and it’s the best I can do right now and I really want you to wear my ring and-.”

“Mick,” you interrupt his rambling,” don’t forget to breathe,” you laugh.

A shy smile displays on his lips.” Sorry. Just, I will get you a real ring first thing tomorrow.” He announces.

“I don’t want another ring. I love this one. It’s perfect.” You declared.

“Really?”

“Yes. I really love it and when I think about how I’ll be able to stare at this ring and see the colour of your eyes even when you’re not here, I get all giddy inside. So no, Mick, I don’t need nor want another ring.” you explain.

“I love you.”

You answer him with a kiss and he slips the ring on your finger.

The time flies by and Mick will be here to get you soon.

You love spending time with your friend. It’s always a no judgment zone and spilling the tea is so much more fun with her because there’s always wine.

That reminds you how Mick once told you about a drinking toast in Germany that goes something like this ’Zu vino sag ich nie no’ (A phrase that rhymes and translates to I never say no to wine), definitely perfect for you and your best friend.

And again your thinking about him, lately everything is reminding you of him, is the same amount of beautiful and annoying.

Beautiful because you love thinking about Mick and his gorgeous blue eyes and soft blonde hair. His sweet smile and genuine laugh. His warm, hard body pressed against yours and his strong arms around you.

And it’s annoying because it makes you either horny or sad that he’s not with you.

“I think your boyfriend just pulled up.” Your Best friend points out. “Ouuuu and he’s here with his fancy car.”

“Girl, basically all his vehicles are fancy. “ you answer.

“True.” She shrugs.

You down your glass of wine before your slip on your shoes. Meanwhile Mick is at the door and rings the bell. You open the door whilst still trying to put on your left shoe. Suddenly you lose your balance and fall forward. Your hands shoot up in front of you trying to catch your fall. But in the end Mick’s quick reflexes save you from kissing the floor, his hands wrap around your hips pulling you against him. Your ass is pressed against his front and the collision makes both of you let out a huff of air in sync ,and your eyes widen when you realise what postition you’re in.

“Guys, please. Not in my house.” Your best friend says smirking, referring to the image that you paint.

Mick chuckles,”Sorry,” he pulls your upper body up and hugs your middle,”next time we wait until we’re outside.” He says with a wink directed to your best friend.

“Well thank you Mick. , she answers sarcastically , “How’s it going?”

Whilst the two of them continue chatting your mind wanders off again. Your hands lay across Mick’s on your stomach, the scene oddly familiar.

It reminds you of the time when he and you danced together in the kitchen to your favorite song. Dinner cooking on the stove, totally forgotten while you two slow dance and find bliss in each other's embrace. Now he’s swaying you and him a little bit without him noticing that he even does it. His mind also immediately going to that fond memory that makes you smile to yourself and your heart is full of love for this sweet human being you call your fiancé.

“Where’s your mind at?” Mick asks, lips close to your ear. The warmth of his breath making shivers roll down your spine.

“Just thinking about you.”

He places a kiss under your ear,” I love you.”

You lean back against him” and I love you.”

Gagging sounds disrupt your moment and you send a death glare to the intruder, your best friend.

“Aww i love you too.”she responds ,”You gotta go. You still need to pack, don’t you?”

“Ugh yes i do. I am really looking forward to that.” You groan.

Above you Mick needs to hold back a laugh.

“I told you you should have packed before you left.”he shrugs, a sly smile adorning his features.

You turn around and lock into his eyes full of satisfaction.

“Don’t say it.” You warn him, your pointer finger already pointing at him threateningly [a habit you picked up from Gina when you were visiting his family in Switzerland].

“I don’t want to say I told you so…,” if a glare could kill, he would drop dead right this second ,” but I told you so. “

“Oh shut up Mister-I-plan-everything-perfectly!” His only response is a deep chuckle and damn it’s an attractive chuckle!

“Okay guys. You’re too cute for me, I’m gonna die from sugar shock if you don’t leave.” She rolls her eyes dramatically.” Please, put me out of my misery.”

“Alright, alright,” you laugh, “we’re leaving.”

You hug her goodbye and Mick has already opened the door.

“Goodbye y/b/f/n, thank you for taking care of [y/n]. See you soon.” He sends a dashing smile her way and you could swear you can feel her go weak in the knees but who can blame her?

“Bye.” Her voice is weak when she answers and boy can you relate. That smile is a lady killer.

With a final ‘goodbye’ you turn and leave her house, outside Mick awaits you and opens the car door for you.

“Thank you.” You say while sitting down. He smiles in return.

The drive home is filled with silence, not the uncomfortable type where you try and try to find something to talk about. No it’s that silence that envelopes you, welcomes you and that you can savour while your hand is interlocked with the one of your lover.

“I thought that we could take my bike tomorrow, the weather is supposed to be sunny so it wouldn’t be a problem.” He looks at you shortly before focussing back on the road” what do you think?”

“I’m thinking, please don’t kill us but yes we can take your bike.”

He smiles.” Perfect. And love, I would never do anything to harm you, ever, you know that.”

“Yeah, I know.” You squeeze his had ”But you know that I’m scared of driving motorcycles.”

“Because of that accident that killed your cousin I know, I’m gonna take good care of you, don’t worry meine Liebe.” He kisses your hand.

You know he would never do anything to harm you, but still, you think motorcycles are the death on two wheels.

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“Hurry up!”

“Yeah yeah, I’m coming!” You call from upstairs where you’re finishing packing some last time things into your backpack. It’s 7:25 am and you want to leave in five minutes. You will be driving a good two hours to your parents house where you’ll arrive perfectly in time for breakfast. Mick is getting anxious.

You snort and mutter something about how over punctual Germans are. Then you quickly rush down the stairs, grab your phone, and head outside with your keys.

Mick groans and looks at his watch, "Finally." It's 7:28 a.m. and you made it.

You smile at him innocently and usher for him to get on the bike so you can get going.

“You’re really sure that we can take the motorcycle?” Mick asks for the thousandths time now. “Yes,Mick. I'll survive.”

He hands you your helmet while nodding. You put it on before following him onto the bike.

When you give him the go-ahead while your arms are already wrapped around his middle, Mick pulls out of the driveway.

The drive is short so neither of you should get uncomfortable, hopefully at least.

After some time, you finally leave the city and are met with the breathtaking view of nature all around you.

Mick's back is a comfortable place for you to rest your head as you enjoy the view of the woods on the one side and crashing waves rushing through your vision on the other side.

Since there isn't much traffic in front of you and Mick is confident nothing will happen he believes he can drive faster. He takes his hand off the handle and taps your upper thigh, in doing so he inaudibly tells you to ‘ Hold on tight’.

You raise an intrigued brow, but you don’t question him as you tighten your hold on Mick. Your boyfriend revs up his motorcycle. Instantly you feel adrenaline rushing through your body. When the engine purrs beneath you, you snuggle impossibly closer to him and the motorcycle takes on speed. Your surroundings blur into a mixture of different colours and a smile that you can’t see brightens up Mick's face.

He loves that you feel safe with him.

“Mick I need to pee '' you tell your boyfriend as soon as you stop at a red light.

“We’ll stop at the next gas station alright?” , you nod.

Like he promised he stops at the next gas station, cutting off the engine and flipping the kickstand down before he hops off. He takes off his helmet before helping you down the motorcycle. Mick unbuckles your helmet brushing his fingers through your hair and leans down to give you a kiss on the forehead.

When you walk out of the toilet back to were Mick parked you stop midway cause you can’t quite get over how hot he looks straddling his motorcycle. Imagines of you straddling him on his motorcycle flash through your mind and you feel wetness beginning to pool in your panties. Sadly you do not have time to have a little bit of fun because your parents are awaiting you and you know Mick. He would never in a lifetime be late to meet your parents and obviously not when he’s meeting them for the first time.

Shaking your head to get rid of your thoughts involving you bend over the motorcycle with Mick behind you, you continue walking back to your boyfriend.

“Hi there Liebling, ready to go again?” You were definelty ready for something different but that had to wait. “Yup, lets go. I can’t wait to see my mum and dads reaction to the engagement ” you smile up at him and take your helmet that he holds in front of you.

When you’re behind him again, he adjust you and pulls you closer to him by your knees. Your breast are pressed up against him and you can feel your nipples hardening. That isn’t really helping the butterflies in your stomach nor your arosual. Mick doesn’t seem to notice the shift in your behaviour though as he starts driving.

The hour rushes past you in a blurr, your mind somewhere different and you only notice your surroundings again when you realize Mick is pulling up to your parents house.

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Did the temperature change or why are his hands sweating?

It’s probably just the sun beaming down at him, but when he looks up the sun is hidden behind clouds. “ Ach du grüne neune. Das wird was.”, Mick says to himself in German and when he’s switching to German around you you know that something’s up.

You ask him if he’s nervous, but obviously he denies. Yet his legs are trembling. When you point that out though, he states that they are, because of the long drive not because he’s anxious to meet your parents. He’s Mick Schumacher he’s not afraid to meet your parents. He drives race cars for a living for heaven's sake. This should not make his heart beat as fast as it does and he shouldn’t feel as if he’s about to throw up.

“Mick, it's okay. I was just as nervous as you are right now when I met your parents. It’s normal. Just be yourself and I promise you they're going to love you.”

He nods and gives you a side hug while you're walking towards the front door of your childhood home. It's just like you remembered. Nothing out of place. You instantly feel at ease.

Before you can ring the doorbell your mother opens the door and greets you two with the biggest smile on her face. “[Y/n]!!! You're finally here,” she hugs you as you step out of Micks arms into hers,” I hope you had a good drive up here?”

“Oh yeah, everything was fine, it didn't even take two hours because there was no traffic at all.”

She nods,”You arrived just in time.I just finished setting the table for breakfast. I hope you two are hungry.” Before she steps out of the embrace she gives you a squeeze and the turns to Mick, who has been standing behind you watching you greet your mother. ‘You must be Mick, the one my daughter has been talking about non stop for the past three years.” Mick walks up to shake her hand and ask “Three years? We’ve only been dating for a year.” He looks at you smirking and you roll your eyes,” thanks for that mum, you just inflated his already huge ego.”

“ Oh come on [y/n], just admit that you always loved me.” Mick teases.

You huff and walk past them to your Dad, hopefully he won’t tell Mick about all the times when he found you crying in your room because you again didn’t have the guts to tell your best friend that you were in love with him.

”Hi Dad.” You say while leaning down to give him a hug before he could stand up from the chair he’s sitting in. “Hello pumpkin, how are you doing?” “I’m fine,” you say as your sitting down at the place that you decided on ages ago, you never sat anywhere else at the table. Everyone in your family had their designated place at the dinner table and no one ever changed that. “so where is that boyfriend of yours ?” He ask you and you answer that he’s still talking to you mum at the door. Right as you said that Mick and your mum join you in the dining room.

Your father stands up to shake Micks hand looking him up and down, like he’s seizing him up. Mick gulps and you need to stifle a laugh.Your dad would never do anyhing to your boyfriend but he definitely acts as if he could. He always did that, all your former boyfriends and even your male friends had to go trough the same treatment from your father. He just wanted to make sure their intentions were right and you actually think its cute. He just wants to protect you from something that happened to your mother before she met your father.

Mick and your father introduce themselves before your mother tells them to sit down so you could start eating. “You can interrogate him while we are having breakfast, my love.” Your father smiles at your mum and you can see how much they love eat other even after all these years. You think to yourself how happy you are that you found a love like the one of your parents. It’s something you’re incredibly grateful for, because little you always dreamt of finding true love one day. And when you met Mick you knew that day had finally arrived.

Whilst you and your mother are chatting and exchanging what happened in your life’s since you last talked on the phone, your father is asking Mick all kinds of question. “Do you want kids someday?” “ What are your plans for the next season?” “How will you manage being away from my daughter all the time?”

Mick had all the answers and you could see that your father was pleased with him.

”Alright,” your dad says,” I think I asked you enough questions.” He smiles at you and Mick” you are quite the match I must say.”

“ Wow Dad, that’s like the best thing you ever said about a boy I brought home.” You and your mum look at each other in shock and your mother says what you are both surely thinking,”this is unbelievable.”

Mick grins proudly and your father laughs loudly,” C’mon I’m not that bad.”

”Dad you ones chased my male friend out of our house because he dared to say the green skirt I was wearing wasn’t the right look for me!”, you look at Mick,” He was right by the way,” your gaze finds you fathers again,”and gay.”

Micks laughing too now and shortly after all of you are laughing without really knowing why.

You spend a good hour and a half having breakfast. When you are all finished you and you mother, obviously denying Micks help, clean up the table and later join them outside.

Your all chatting and having a good time.

Micks particular interesting story about one of his childhood memories is interrupted by the doorbell, and you’re all confused, because your parents aren’t expecting anyone.

When the doorbell rings again your father stand up to open the door.

You cant make out who’s at the door due to being outside but your question is answered when your niece is running up to you and jumps into your arms. “Tia [y/n]!!! I missed you so much!”

”Awww, Cariño. I missed you too.”

Turns out your sister had the same idea as you and also came to visit your parents.

You introduced her to Mick and then start to talk to her about everything that’s goin on in your life, still you hadn’t had the chance to tell your family that you are engaged.

But now with your sister here, it would probably be the perfect moment.

You search for Mick’s gaze to ask him if you should break the news now, but are met with a picture you could never forget. He and your niece are playing together and gosh was it cute. She was sitting on his lap showing him her favourite toys while telling their story. And Mick was smiling at her and encouraging her to “ Go one, I want to hear everything about your magic stuffed animals, especially that icebear.” Your niece smiled at him brightly and rambled on. The image that they painted was so wholesome and you realized that you wanted that wiht Mick. You wanted a house, kids, a family. Good thing you are already on step closer to the dream you both have.

“Omg you look like you want to jump his bones.” Your sister says from beside you.

Your attention shift back to her, “ well excuse me can’t I admire my fiancé?” You respond smirking.

Suddenly everyone is still and your sure Mick would say Es ist so still man könnte eine Haarnadel fallen hören. It’s so still you coul hear hair pin drop.

From on moment to the next Chaos was breaking loose. Everyone was talking at the same time.

‘Fiancé ?!” Your mother exclaimed, “How coul you not tell us the moment you step foot in this house that you are getting married ?!”

“Ava didn’t tell you guys that she was pregnant until the fourth month of her pragnency! I’m basically a saint.”

”What do you mean she didn’t tell us?You knew?!” Your father asks.

”O shit.” You and your sister say at the same time while looking at each other,” I think we’re getting grounded.”

Mick frowns” Don’t you both moved out?”

Everyone’s eyes are trained don him “ Doesn’t matter, they’ll find a way.” your sister simply answers.

Mick looked at the scene before him, you and your sister already trying to form a plan on how to evade your parents ‘wrath’ and your parents smirking at each other as they figured out how they were going to punish’ their girls. He decided to continue playing with your niece while thinking ‘What am I marrying into?’

In the middle of lecturing you, your parents stopped amd sighed. “You know what that is unnecessary. Weh don’t need to lecture you we have to congratulate you two. You are getting married!” Your mother had tears in her eyes when she hugged you.

“I knew you would marry him one day.” Your mum said,” Just like you always said.”

“Mum!”you cry embarrassed.

Mick chuckles, hugs you from behind and gives you a kiss on the cheek,” Don’t worry. I also always knew that you were going to be my endgame,Schatz.”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

ⓘ Alright, this took a while. I’m also not 100% pleased with how it turned out :/

Anyway, hope you enjoyed it!

[Also don’t kill me if there are any mistakes, it’s 2 a.m and I’m literally writing this half asleep]

@ellabellabus07

@motylekrozi

@meaganjm

[juneberrie]

HII! YOUR NEW THEME IS SO SO CUTEEEEE, i love it <3

what's ur fav song from the album?

OMG HI SORRY! I HAD VIOLIN!! TYSM BAE <3

hmm probably wonderland, new romantics, shake it off, or blanke space cos im indecisive asf 🧌

[kirimoochi]

my kazuha list is growing jsjsjs should i just make a whole separate masterlist for him at this point ;;;;

[meiwritesyan]

wish you were here with me - wip -

|| intro | next | back ||

!! i will post it without following the arrangements in this list !!

001:: romantic yandere emperor

002:: romantic yandere prince

003:: romantic yandere knight

004:: platonic yandere empress

005:: platonic yandere stepsister

006:: platonic yandere prince

007:: platonic yandere princess

008:: romantic yandere senior

009:: romantic yandere fan

010:: romantic yandere siren

!! requested fics !!

001:: romantic yandere idol w reader who goes to another idol's concert

002:: platonic yandere ai/robot babysit teen reader

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[writteninscarlet]

(closed starter ;; @midnightxmission , @onlyaphcse can i remember who goes next? no. please discuss amongst yourselves)

Wanda was no hunter.

A fighter, there was no doubt about that. She could be brutal when necessary. But she didn’t prowl nor did she stalk.

If there was someone she ought to be working with for this session then Blade or Elsa sprang to mind. Both capable. Both with ample experience in matters of the UNDEAD. But neither were available and it was Reese who had first questioned the situation and Kate who had firsthand experience of what was happening.

And so here was the crack team looking to rid Lotkill of vampires. It seemed like the starter of a rather cringey and cliche movie.

Wanda believe both Kate and Reese capable, but Kate far exceeded Reese in experience and hardiness. Reese had not chosen to be a predator. She ought not to be involved in the fight - but she had chosen to be here and Wanda wasn’t going to patronise her. Her information had been invaluable.

When Reese had first visited the Emporium, nothing had been amiss. Wanda had extended her hand and offered for her to come - she had a few other vampire clients and plenty who chose to come out only at night. The shop had late hours when Wanda wanted it to. And the Last Door didn’t keep any hours. Things happened when it happened. Reese (and the House of Shadows, Mission) had welcome her and she would welcome them. And then Reese had come again and wanted had been happy to assist with a small matter and— was that when the trouble began?

She wondered if Reese had mentioned the recruitment drive to Marc or not. Perhaps she ought to. He should know. But that could wait now. The vampire cult in Lotkill had been non-existent and then had suddenly burst forth. Wanda…. Well, she blamed herself. She blamed herself for a lot, probably even when she should not. But she’d brought mystical energy to the small town and mystical energy drew in mystical energy. They’d been drawn to her. So she blamed herself. That was also something that could wait.

How had she not noticed? All the time spent in the city perhaps or time focused on Last Door jobs. And vampires? She had experience, but not regularly. No one had gone missing - that was noticeable. Tourists. Transients. Who noticed those people when they left no footprint or trace? When they no hand in the situation?

The group (CULT) had grown and now— they’d tried to snatch up Reese, bring her into the fold.

Now— they’d try to attack Kate, make her one of them.

NOW— they had royally pissed off the Scarlet Witch.

“I won’t try and dissuade you, Reese. But it’s you they want. I don’t think you should be near. And I don’t want you hurt. But you’re stubborn…” A pause, and then she shook her head. “Your help will be invaluable. Knowing where they are is a massive help. If you can help us track them down I’d be grateful.” A look to her fellow mutant now, “Kate and I can handle it from there.”

Kate, Wanda was sure, would be fine. She’d had dark incidents in the past with vampires (that look in her eyes when Dracula was mentioned could turn the undead deader). But she was strong and a capable fighter.

Reese? This situation was so similar to how SHE had been turned. The operation was bigger and wider spread, but it was the same. A nest looking to grow. And here they were discussing how to kill vampires. Reese was ALSO capable, but she had feelings and this wasn’t ideal. This wasn’t nice. She’d gone through a lot and Wanda didn’t want to make things… more difficult. She really ought to tell Marc. Just in case. Tonight would go well, but going forward—? She pushed the thought away. They had to have their wits about them and be in the moment.

Reese wasn’t backing down, neither was she. Reese was doing good when she could. Doing better.

“How many went after you again, Kate?” Wanda questioned. Knowing how many went out in a pack to hunt may indicate the greater number of them. She picked up a few weapons of her own to take (oh, they had a magical plan of course but to get to that the two mutants needed to take out more than a few first). They were almost ready to head out, but there was always time to take in more information.

[demonichikikomori]

I’m gonna hate myself for asking…. But I wanna know about the Crowley x reader

(smug man emoji)

This will make sense soon. But just know,

The D in Devil stands for Dubious...

[chuuyrr]

i wanna wish everyone a happy new year and well, to express my gratitude here ( ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ )

i just find it surreal !! who would have thought, that i'd find my way back here because i remember writing for hunter x hunter, and then went on hiatus when the said anime also went hiatus. coming back after 2 year hiatus to write for jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers, and now bungo stray dogs, was literally the best decision i have ever made, and now look at how far my writings and this blog had gotten.

i even met a lot of cool people on the way too ♡

thank you also to my moots for being my moots even though we don't interact that much, i'm grateful for all of you, and to everyone who's reading and supporting my writings !!

i will do my best to write more to bring ya'll comfort, a good laugh or smile, or even a cry with some angst (lol)

— your ate chu !

[satellitespinner]

MODERN ELLIE HEADCANNONS

modern!ellie who rides a beat up skateboard from when she was 15 everywhere. i mean everywhere your place, jesse’s, class. everywhere !

modern!ellie whose pen is never not in her hand, or deep denim pockets.

modern!ellie who tries to learn cool pen tricks while “finishing” her homework, but ends up hitting you with the pen..

modern!ellie who was your bestfriend before she was your girlfriend. you two were inseparable! (and irritating.)

modern!ellie who never fucking answers her texts.. it’s infuriating.

modern!ellie who sells weed on the side of working at a small café on campus. (she doesn’t like Starbucks) ((as she should))

modern!ellie who majors in astrophysics! that girl has been in love with space since she could talk. infact! her first word was planet!

modern!ellie who was unfortunately in the foster care system until she was adopted by the lovely man we all know as joel miller!!

modern!ellie whose username on all platforms is more likely to be something stupid than her actual name.

modern!ellie who refuses to turn on auto correct even though she so desperately needs it.

modern!ellie never cooks. ever! it’s either take-out or you forcing a homemade meal down her throat. (she doesn’t mind.)

modern!ellie who cuddles you like you’re married!

modern!ellie doesn’t play about her video game!!!! she will throw a tantrum!

modern!ellie’s playlist consists of hard rock, indie and atleast some rap.

modern!ellie who just shows up at your house?? at let’s herself in!!! the disrespect.. (you don’t care..)

imagine you come home from a long, stressed-filled day. juggling work and exam week AND the weight of being the baddest bitch on campus has really been weighing on you lately; causing you to (as she calls it) neglect ellie..

you walk in, shoulders slumped and release a heavy sigh as you drop your things down on the kitchen table when your bestfriend walks out of your bathroom like nothing.

“hello?” you say, your face morphing from scared to un-impressed as you realize the person in your home was not an intruder.

“hey babe” she says quietly as she walks over to you, slowly watching you as you put your things away.

“how many times have i told you. the extra key i gave you is for emergencies.” you lecture. not really caring as much as you led on to be.

“there was an emergency though!” she argues. you give her a look of scepticism. “and what would that be?” you roll your eyes.

“we haven’t hung out in three days! hello?! i’ve barely seen you since monday!” she whines.

“i’ve been busy, that’s all.”

“busy?”

“yeah.” you whisper, palming your eyes out of fatigue. she gives you a half smile as she realizes that you’re not in the mood for her god awful attitude.

“awh, ‘cmere” the next thing you know your letting yourself relax into ellie’s arms as she rubs your back and gently soothes the tension in your body.

“you wanna go lay down?” she looks down at you and asks. hee voice remaining in the same low whisper as before.

“yeah, please.” you say before she grabs your hand and pulls you into your bedroom. she insists on making you feel better at this point and who are you to stop her??

she opens your pajama drawer and pulls out a big baggy shirt and some shorts, “put these on.” she says as she walks around the bed to the night table, switching the lamp on and peeling back the blanket.

she somehow managed to keep her eyes to herself and when your done she carefully slides into bed next to you. “you comfy?” she asks.

“im good.” god you can already feel your eyes closing. ellie slowly pulls you into her arms and rubs small circles on your stomach as she lulls you into tranquility. eventually you both fall asleep; what seemed to be the weight of the world lifting of your shoulders.

for now.

modern!ellie who had a crusty white dog but it went missing and she never saw it again.

[darlingofvalyria]

on my one good knee— a masterlist.

Aemond Targaryen is your boss— resident and well known Asshole of Rose & Thorne Publishing. He's also about to be deported. After he lies to Federal Immigration— roping you in the process — he needs you. You want a raise and a promotion (and maybe a very public proposal, get the bad man on his good knee, and oh will I ever).

You don't really need him but you like the potential wins. Plus the lording over him part really sweetens the deal.

So you invite yourself to his father's birthday.

As his fiancé. . . wait, what do you mean wife?

COMING SOON (Mid October), +18 MDNI | The Proposal AU! Aemond Targaryen x Assistant F!Reader

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『 ↳✧･ﾟ PARTS MARKED 'M' CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT, if you've watched the original, i know sandra & ryan don't fuck (film spoiler???), but this is my version and i say fuck it. pun intended. balls to the walls, bitches ;⋆·˚ ༘ *・❥・

01 | Are You Right In The Head?

02 | Is That Your Good Knee?

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07 |

08 |

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10— epilogue |

Message to be added to the taglist!

[qvrcll]

# 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐑𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 — SULLY BOYS + KIRI

— (avatar : twow) -> drabble !

⠀࣪. ᨳ — synopsis. sullies and their jealousy.

cw. contains no spoilers ! gn + non sully + navi reader

auth notes. wanted to write a jealousy trope w the sully teens, because they’re highly emotional and i love them for it. i barely see any kiri works on my feed (˃̣̣̥ヘ˂̣̣̥) !

characters. neteyam, lo’ak + kiri sully (♡⃕)

warnings. slight angst , but no real warnings

: LO’AK — ꒷ ᵎᵎ ₊

claims that he is hardly ever jealous. covetous when you join aonung further in the surf than you’re supposed to? sure. bitter when you pitch a friendly arm around neteyam after a close call with jake? fine. but jealous? noooo. he’ll sulk and lodge into a hole with himself all day, eyebrows intrenched and mood sullied with grime. he will confide with payakan and let drop the secret of his jealousy — but it will take weeks for you to converge him in his free time. dwell deep into his bones, skin and soul. feel his jealousy, his bitterness. stipple his knuckles gently whilst he belts his honesty out — “yes, yes i was jealous” — in the stretched out darkness of you and him and the stars — he is bound to love you endlessly.

: NETEYAM — ՞ 〃 ᩙᩙ

thinks he handles jealousy well but its an adversarial clockwork in that head of his. a ticking time bomb. although it takes more to will him, it is not wholly avoidable — lo’ak will lackadaisically mention that you’re hunting with rotxo or seen with aonung, bickering as you usually do, not to get a rise out of his brother — the older’s ears are erect and twitching on their own. but it’s not jealousy, but mere inquisitiveness. it’s in the later frills of the day that he hears from you less often or sees you as a piddling dot. expect him to laxly appear by you, take your hand in his larger one. he will glare more and talk less, just dragging you here and there, with just four footprints — when you nest deep in his warlike head, he will sigh and tell you “i missed you” with his fingers melting on your own and your lips are already on him.

: KIRI — . ˚ 𖧷 · °

its less like a flame with kiri, and more like melting wax: the sting of jealousy will persist in vexing her in the comfortable welt of the sun or silent brooklet with sand and stones at her feet like a candle weeping: she hears her heart, thumping, with the beat of eywa guiding her. but her body is hot and brambly when she spots you awkwardly cackling with her brothers or the boys of the main. she sticks her head beneath the foamy waves and attempts to entrance herself with the rhythm of eywa. she thinks it is because of her difference. her ‘weirdness.’ but her leer and concentration is razed when two blue feet dig in the sand in front of her — water is lodged in her hair and lashes as she gawps at you and asks you “what are you doing here?” and when you tell her how much the boys bore you and how much she doesn’t, she’ll curl her fingers around your palm and giggle as she descends into the nippy waves, knowing no one will intrigue you as much as she does.

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© 2022 qvrcll ! do not repost any of my works on any platform.

[darling2411]

I guess we’re best friends?

images are from Pinterest, I do not own them.

Mick Schumacher x reader

Word count: 745

Summary: They’re best friends now?

Warnings: none

ⓘ It’s been a while, let’s see how this goes and if I am going to ever finish this series :0

“Mick!!!” You exclaimed “where are you?!”

“I'm right here.” He responds from behind you and you spin around with a grin on your face. “Hi”

“Hi [y/n]” you look up at him. Gosh he’s really beautiful, he looks like an angel, your angel. “In your text you asked me to come meet you. "What's up?”

“I wanted to ask you if you would like to go to dinner this evening with me and Emma ? We wanted to celebrate the beginning of the new season, she thinks it may bring luck.”

Emma? He wanted to have dinner with you and Emma? As in his girlfriend Emma ? You frown “Well as much as I’d like that I don’t want to intrude, also Meave and l have plans for girls night tonight, so no, but thank you for inviting me Mickey.” You stand up on your tippy toes and plant a kiss on his cheek before you leave the Haas motorhome. Your mind is racing, she wants to celebrate because it will bring luck? He doesn’t need luck and celebrating before something happens most likely won’t bring good luck, it will probably only attract negativity!

Gosh you didn’t even really know her and you already didn’t like her. And why do you feel like you could throw up when you’re thinking about him having a nice romantic dinner with his girlfriend? ‘I probably just ate something bad this morning…’ you say to yourself.

Mick watches you walk away.

And like always with every step you make you take his heart with you.

It’s wrong that he feels like this, you're his best friend, nothing more, and he’s in a relationship with a woman he really likes just not loves.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“Maeve?!" You shout as you walk through the door into your apartment that you share with your best friend “open the wine, we will need it!”

“Oh shit” you could hear her swear as she scrambled from the couch and slithered into the kitchen to open the red wine you keep restocked for exactly these kinds of moments.” What did he do?” She asks you. Sometimes you think she’s able to read your mind.

You sigh” let’s sit down.”

She nods and both of you grab your wine glass. When you’re settled on the couch she looks at you expectantly but before you can even begin to tell her how horrible your life is right now you bring your glass to your lips and take a big gulp.

“Alright, I just wanna start by saying that I don’t know why this feels so wrong and I have no idea what it means but heinvitedmetodinnerwithhisgirlfriendandihatedtheideasomuchiwantedtopuke.”

Meave stares at you blankly and then starts to laugh. “Excuse me, what did you say? The beginning I understood but then you started speaking so fast not even Spencer Reid could’ve kept up with you.” She sent you a meaningful look “tell me again, nice and slow alright?”

“Mimimi it wasn’t that bad” you huff.

“Not that bad?!" Babe you talked faster than Usain Bolt runs!”

“Hey!”

She laughs” come one now, tell me”

“What I said is that Mick invited me to dinner with his girlfriend and I hated the idea so much I wanted to puke. Like I said before I’ve got no idea why I disliked this so much, I mean she seems pretty nice…”

“Pretty nice?!" She stole your sweet angel Mick!”

You sigh sadly “How could she steal something that was never mine to begin with?” You take another sip of wine and Meave copies you before answering.

“Never yours? Girl are you blind? He looks at you like you yourself created the sun and painted the sky. He is so one hundred percent in love with you, you both are, you’re just too afraid to admit it.”

“Well he has a girlfriend now, I can’t just steal him away. I mean it was different once, two years ago I could’ve easily made a move but now? Now he’s an important part of my life. If I tell him and he leaves me I could never come back from it. “

“Oh sweets, I’m so sorry, but I still believe that he likes you and that everything will turn out like it’s supposed to.” She hugs you tight, your empty glasses long forgotten on the living room floor.

“Well then I guess we’re best friends?”

“For now” Meave whispers.

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[flkwh0re]

can I request a sugar mommy nat fic? w some phone sex and princess treatment :3

The Office

SugarMommy! Natasha x Reader

(this is how I imagine sugar mommy Natasha who loves you so much but when she gets stressed she just uses you to your fullest as a stress reliever)

W/c: 1k

A/n: Not phone sex cuz I cannot write that to save my life, but office sex is better!!

Warnings: mommy kink (Nat), strap on usage, breast worship, office sex, pussy slapping.

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“But Nat what if your workers catch us.” You protested. “Don’t worry baby, no one will come in my office. Mommy needs you.”

Natasha had requested you make her lunch and bring it to her, and so you did. You would do anything for that woman. It all started when you met her at one of Tony Starks work parties.

A place where rich men and woman all gather to just blow their riches on expensive beverages, gambling, etc. Tony had allowed you to work one of the event in hopes to make a little extra cash.

You were a struggling college student, taking any job you could get; even though you already had one.

That was until you met Natasha Romanoff. A woman who had an abundance amount of cash, so much you could barley fathom someone having. It started as you just fulfilling her needs with sex, but it later turned into a different relationship.

Natasha confessed her love for you, after you had been seeing her for a few months. At first you were insecure with it, and felt like you were just using her for the money. You later felt content with yourself because you genuinely loved her.

Once word had gotten out about your relationship with Nat, things got very hectic very quickly. The media attention was almost too much to bear, but you never went out alone without Natasha.

“As long as we can lock the door.” Natasha chuckled at your worry, “You can lock the door honey.” You straightened up from your spot on Nat’s desk that you were leaning on.

Once you had locked the door your scurried back over to Natasha, sinking down onto her lap. Your lips hastily linked with hers, and her hands ventured your body.

They eventually found the belt loops of your jeans, linking and tugging slightly at the material. Your hands slipped around Natasha’s neck, pulling her impossibly close as the kiss became more and more heated.

Your hips began to grind down onto her skirt clad thighs. “Let’s get this shirt off, shall we?” Natasha asked as she tugged the hem of your shirt, then slipped it over your body.

“Hmm, wearing my favorite lacy bra? Seems like you were ready to beg mommy to fuck you baby. Were you?” You nod, “Yes mommy, I need you so bad.”

She faux pouted by slipping her bottom lip out, humming softly. But she really pitied you, you spent all morning preparing her a delicious meal so of course she had to pay you back.

“Sit on my desk baby.” She said softly, helping you stand up. Her hands slipped around your back and unclasped your bra, her lips momentarily pressed against yours again.

Her cold hands massaged your soft breast lightly, nipples hardening at her cold touch. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, lightly tugging before slipping her tongue past your lips.

She swallowed your moans as they left your lips when she’d twist and tug on your buds. As soon as her lips left yours, they wrapped around your nipples. Her teeth grazing the nubs, making you squirm.

“Mommy please, I need you.” You whined. With your beg, her fingers fumbled with the button of your jeans. She tugged them off you, admiring the panties that matched the bra you previously had on.

She slipped the lace off your body, her hands softly met your thighs as she moved them apart. Her nimble fingers softly grazed over your clit, pressing down slightly to give you a little pressure.

She slipped her ring finger into your aching cunt, shortly after she added a second. Your head was thrown back as she thrust her fingers in and out of you. Curling then to reach the spots you most wanted to be.

You wrapped your legs tightly around her waist, earning a harsh slap to your pussy. One thing about Natasha is she had to have full control, nothing could be there to hold her in place.

As her dominant hand thrust her digits into your pussy, her other hand toyed with your clit. Sending you spiraling, and soon to your orgasm.

She removed her hand from you, licking away and tasting your arousal. “Wait here.” She demanded before walking to the room attached to her office.

She walked back with a strap attached to her hips. Natasha helped you bend over her desk, her strong arms holding you up.

She ran the tip of the faux dick through your cunt, slipping the end into you. She teased at your hole, then slipped the full length in.

“Fuck detka, taking mommy’s cock so well.” She rasped into the shell of your ear, you could hear the animalistic haste in her voice.

She began to snap her hips back and forth, the length of the dick filling you full. It was almost too much for you to bear, but you took it to satisfy her. That’s all you ever wanted to do, no one had ever loved you like Natasha.

“Mommy I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum, oh fuck!” You screamed as she slammed her hips into yours, and her hands gripped the sides of your lower back. “Cmon detka, cum on mommy’s cock. Let go for me sweetheart.”

Natasha watched as your cum began to gush out with each thrust from her. “Fuck detka, you did so good. Wait here.” Natasha walked off, then returned with a towel and her skirt back on.

She cleaned up your thighs and wiped the sweat off your forehead. “Here, put these on instead of your jeans.” She handed you a pair of sweats, and you kissed her cheek as a thanks.

“Do you have a lot more work Natty?” You asked as you redressed yourself. “Not much, why?” Natasha questioned.

“I was just hoping that before I went back home we could cuddle up for a bit on the couch.” You said, and a smile adorned her face. “I’d love that.”

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