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Guessing when you will marry with Astrology

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‧₊˚✩彡 The Descendant

The Descendant is a huge part to guess when one will marry as it is the start of the 7H. Not only the sign but it's Ruler. Looking our Ruler on the Descendant/ 7H will indicate when we marry, but also who we will marry. Take only traditional rulers.

‧₊˚✩彡 Venus Placement

The House where your Venus is usually tells us around the time we start dating, and who we are most likely to date. It is still important to look at that placement as it can indicates around what age we can meet our Future Spouse.

‧₊˚✩彡 Planets and their Returns

Looking at the rulers here are important and I will explain after. First looking at our Chart Ruler is the key point. Look at the ruler on your rising sign. Look also at the ruler on your 7H. Check also the one on your 2H, since it is also a house that can indicate much about our Future Spouse. The 11H can also be quite important. 7H trines 11H, and the 11H also represents our wishes and dreams in some sort, so it could then also represent the ideal partner. Looking at those Houses' rulers will help us, since based on those we will look at those planets' returns. Take only traditional rulers.

‧₊˚✩彡 Jupiter & Venus

It is a known thing that these two planets are used for marriage indicators, but also Future Spouse. Jupiter is usually used to represent the Husband, while Venus will represent the Wife. Look at the one you are interested in. If you are interested in men, then look at your Jupiter returns. Same with Venus if you are interested in Women.

‧₊˚✩彡 Solar Return Chart

Using Solar Return Charts is a must here. Solar Return Charts are used to know what will happen during every solar return (so every birthday). It will describe to us the most important events of our year. So of course there are marriage aspects.

‧₊˚✩彡 Examples

ʚɞ My best friend has Virgo DSC, so ruled by Mercury. She also has her Moon in her 7H. She will marry young but not too much (because of Virgo), and she will probably marry her first boyfriend. She will not have much struggles in relationships. Funny thing, she has Libra moon in her 7H, and her bf is a Libra moon. Her Venus is in the 6H, she will maybe starts dating later in life but not too old, maybe in her 20's, but she will be careful bout who she will date. She will also take her time in dating people. That's indeed what happened. Now let's look at the different Rulers in her Natal Chart: her Chart's Ruler is Jupiter, her 7H's Ruler is Mercury, her 2H Ruler is Venus, and her 11H's Ruler is Saturn. So looking at those planets, she could get married during her Mercury, or Venus, Jupiter or Saturn Return. Her Jupiter Return happened in 2023, she was too young to marry but she indeed met her FS that year! They are currently dating. Now to exactly see the year it would happen, we are also gonna check the Solar Returns. She has indicators of marriage in 2026-2027 SRC and in 2027-2028, so that could happen in 2027 mostly. She has a Mercury Return on August 29 2027 and a Venus Return on August 11 2027. She could indeed either get proposed to in August 2027 or get married. But this could also happen in 2028, with the Mercury Return on August 21 2028 and Venus Return on September 22 2028. So for her, it would be either August 2027 or August-September 2028. She indeed has her Saturn return on 2029 but her Solar Return doesn't indicate a marriage that year.

ʚɞ My Brother has Taurus DSC, so ruled by Venus. He has his North Node in his 7H, meaning his purpose in this lifetime is to learn about relationships, and being in Taurus is to know a stable love life. So marrying could be part of this. There aren't indicators of marrying young or late. His Venus is in Sagittarius so it can be in his 20's, but conjuncting Pluto and Mercury, this could be later in his 20's. In the end, it's young, but not "too young". So I guess between his 25 yo to his 30 yo. He started dating when he was a teenager, which makes sense with Mercury in Sagittarius conjuncting Venus. Since his 2H is in Sagittarius, the ruler is Jupiter, and his 11H is in Virgo, ruled by Mercury. So we will look at his Venus, Mercury and Jupiter's return! My brother is a tough one since there are signs over a lot of years, such as 2027 and 2028. Both years could be a potential year to marry for him. On 2027, he has a Mercury and Venus return, but also his Jupiter return. On his Solar Return this year, he has Neptune and Groom on his 7H, and the DSC is in Pisces, so the ruler (non traditional) is in the 7H, which is a good sign. Otherwise, in 2028 his Jupiter returns is ending, he also has a Mercury and a Venus return, and in his SRC this year Uranus 7H indicate a big transformation there, DSC is in Taurus, being ruled by Venus, which conjunct Juno, Part of Fortune and Jupiter. Also the huge stellium in 1H really tells me this year could indicate a huge transformation of identity for him. If it is in 2027, the wedding could happen between October to December 2027. If it is in 2028, it could happen between August and December 2028.

ʚɞ My aunt has Taurus DSC too, so also ruled by Venus. Her 7h is empty too. She has Jupiter Leo in 9H, she started dating in high school, and mostly dates classmates or colleagues. She also has it in Leo, she was quite popular and many people had a crush on her. She has 2H in Sagittarius, so ruled by Jupiter. And her 11H is in Libra, so ruled again by Venus. So we will look at her Venus, Jupiter, and Solar Return Charts mostly. The thing is, she does have indicators of marrying this year, and she has a Venus Return also this year, and she IS getting married this year! She also has indicators in 2025 in her Solar Return Chart though, and also has a Venus Return, and her Solar Return is from August 2025 to August 2026, she also has a Jupiter return in 2026. In the end, she has potential until 2026, so things can happen still! They can marry a second time or something else can happen!

ʚɞ My DSC is in Aries, so ruled by Mars. In my 7H, I have my Saturn and Jupiter there. Because of the mix of those two planets, that makes me marry young yet not too much, so between 25 to 30 yo max. The fact that my DSC is in Aries truly indicates marrying fast, which means once I am with my FS, everything will go fast...🥲 My Jupiter is in my 7H and it is important for me since I am interested in men. It makes me marry quite young in a way, but it also brings me luck in marriage. I started dating indeed when I was around college years. My 2H is in Scorpio, ruled by Mars. My 7H is ruled also by Mars. And my 11H is ruled by Leo so ruled by the Sun. So we will look mostly on the Mars Returns, but also Jupiter, as you have to check it if you are interested in men. But also my Solar Return, which seems to be very important in my cases. Looking at my Mars return, I have a return in 2025 & 2027 for the next years. My Jupiter Return took place in 2023, I indeed met my FS back in 2022, a few month before the Jupiter Return. And during this return I realized I was in love with him. For my Solar Returns, I have potential of marriage in 2025 AND 2027. Since I also have Boda in Gemini, I could actually marry twice with the same person. So my marriage could happen in 2025 & 2027.

ʚɞ My's FS's DSC is in Scorpio so ruled by Mars traditionally. In his 7H, he has his North Node, which indicates he will learn lessons related to relationships in this lifetimes, like my brother. And so one of his purposes in this lifetime is to understand relationships, so marriage could be part of his destiny. Having Scorpio DSC could mean my FS's will marry later in life as he could have been hurt in the past with relationships. It can have created trauma to him, so it can cause delay. His Venus is in the 10H in Pisces. He started dating around the time he was 22-24 years old, mostly classmates in college years, but he was taking things slow and romantic. He is into long term things usually and do not fool around when he is with someone. He dates to marry. His Venus being in Pisces, we will look at his Jupiter returns too. Moving on to his 2H, it is in Gemini so Mercury ruled. We already talked about his 7H. And his 11H is in Pisces so, again, Jupiter ruled traditionally. So for him, we are going to look at his Mars Return, Jupiter Return, Mercury Return and still the Venus return because he is interested in women. He does have potential for Marriage in 2025, he has a huge indicators in his Solar Return chart for this year. He also has a Mercury, Venus and Mars return this year. He has potential too in 2026 but also 2027 all mixed together. So from 2025 to 2027. His Jupiter Return is in 2029, but he has no other indicators for this year.

Thank you for reading!

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How old do you think Brozone members were when they broke up? How old do you think Branch and Viva were when the Troll Tree was evacuated?

This is an interesting thing to think about. While I did write Branch and Poppy as babies at the same time in my AU oneshot, I don’t feel this is as true to canon as my other theories regarding not only their ages, but the other siblings’ ages as well.

I like to think of Broppy’s age difference to be how it is in real life for their voice actors. Justin Timberlake and Anna Kendrick are four years apart in age, which sounds like a fairly reasonable age gap between Branch and Poppy. I think the flashback scene we see take place in the beginning of Trolls Band Together happens before the birth of Poppy. My guesstimate is that Branch is about three years old.

Keeping this in mind, I’ll move on to the brothers, who appear to be teens at that time. My personal default age when I think of a teen is 16, which is the age I place John Dory at. From there, I think each brother is about a year apart from each other, making Spruce 15, Clay 14, and Floyd 13. Floyd therefore is 10 years older than Branch, Clay 11, Spruce 12, and John Dory 13.

To guess their current ages when they are older, I’m going to go back and analyze Poppy’s age first, as she is likely the closest age to be confirmed due to it being stated that the Bergen escape happened 20 years prior (where Poppy looks to be a baby of 1 years old). If this is the case, it would make Poppy 21 years of age in the first Trolls movie. Branch, with my theory of him being 4 years older than Poppy, would be 25.

Now, seeing as one holiday season passes (Trolls Holiday) and another (Trolls Holiday in Harmony), my guess is that at least one year has passed for the duration of the events of Trolls to the events of Trolls Band Together. We know Trolls World Tour and Trolls Band Together’s time is separated by only one month, as Tiny Diamond was born in the second part and was confirmed to be that age. This would make Poppy 22 years of age, and Branch 26 years of age in Trolls Band Together.

In correlation to my theory, this would in turn make Floyd 36 years of age, Clay 37 years of age, Bruce 38 years of age, and John Dory 39 years of age.

Lastly, there’s Viva, whose age I think maybe a little trickier to pinpoint (for me at least). At first, I thought maybe she was Clay’s age, but when I considered the 14-year age gap between her and Poppy, I didn’t think it fit. I like to think she has at least a few years on Branch, but is still younger than Floyd, putting her anywhere between 27 - 35 years of age.

In the escape from the Troll Tree, Poppy looked to be 1 years old, making Branch around 5, and Viva anywhere from 6 - 14 (Although, I am more inclined to believe she was at least 10 years of age and up, since she - as it was told in Clay’s explanation of her backstory - was capable of fighting off the Bergens right before she and the other escaped Trolls were eaten).

In conclusion, here’s how I think it was when they younger vs when they were older:

Beginning of Trolls Band Together Poppy = Unborn (-1) Branch = 3 Viva = 4 - 12 Floyd = 13 Clay = 14 Spruce = 15 John Dory = 16

Events of Trolls Band Together and after Poppy = 22 Branch = 26 Viva = 27 - 35 Floyd = 36 Clay = 37 Bruce = 38 John Dory = 39

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The Uchiha

Tobirama Senju x Uchiha!Reader

Synopsis: He hated all Uchihas, every last one of them. But you? You were somehow different... And he didn't like that.

Important note: I know the timeline/ages are OFF as Tobirama was 39 when he became Hokage. Let's pretend he was 25 :)

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Also, Tobirama drinks respect women juice. It's canon in this house.

Madara's huff of annoyance sounded out in the room as you turned down yet another suitor. "Sister, why must you sabotage every proposal that comes your way? I'm trying to help you find a husband-"

"I do not wish to get married yet Madara, I'm only 21" You bit back, arms crossed as you pouted up at him. This whole 'suitor' search had been going on for months now, and you were growing tired of the good-for-nothing men your brother brought your way. "And when do you expect to finally be "ready" for marriage, Y/n... Your time is running out-"

"I'm only 21"

You always hated the idea of marrying young and it was the Uchiha way to be married by the time you turned 22. As the head of the clan, Madara was having a very hard time accepting that you were not willing to follow protocols when he was already struggling to maintain power amongst the members. "Y/n please..."

He sounded so pitiful, so tired... But you were done with this conversation. Standing from your spot on the floor, you brushed off the dirt from your dress and started towards the door "We can talk about this later, I want to go for a walk"

"You can't run from this forever Y/n. You will be married within the next 6 months"

You slammed the sliding door shut, eyes rolling in anger as you took off towards the town. "How could he be so selfish, trying to set me up with men that I clearly have no interest in" you huffed out to yourself quietly as you stormed past members of the clan. Some sent you glares, others averted their gazes knowing that one wrong look would mean certain death from either you or your brother.

Your body relaxed as you entered Konoha's downtown area, the Uchiha section and its demands of you were now far away. The sound of the people bustling around the market filled you with joy. There were many girls that were around your age sitting around outside of a cafe, they seemed to be laughing about some stupid thing that had happened to one of them. It was so simple but it was a reality you yearned for.

Sometimes you hated being a part of the clan. They were just so far behind the times and it felt almost suffocating to exist among their stuffy ideologies.

'You're supposed to get married young and give your husband as many children as he desires.'

'Your place is in the home, where you care for your husband and children.'

'Ambitions? You don't need them! Don't forget, your place is beside your husband and that's that'

God, it made you sick. There was nothing wrong with being a homemaker, but it wasn't for you. You wanted to get out there, work, have dreams, and find love naturally... Not through your brother of all people.

You wanted someone else, someone different. Someone who wasn't in the clan and someone who would challenge you to be something more than just a wife and mother. You wanted-

You halted in your tracks as he crossed in front of you, his Kage cape flapping in the wind behind him making him look bigger than he was. Your mouth dropped a little as you watched them walk away, you hadn't seen either of them since Tobirama became the second Hokage and it felt like today was your lucky day.

"Tobirama! Hashirama!" You called out, hand shooting up as you caught up to them. Hashirama smiled brightly at you, arm opening up urging you to hug him "Y/n! How've you been? How's Madara?"

You slyly shot a glance toward the white-haired man, and you didn't miss the slight annoyance that flashed across his face at your presence. You knew he didn't like your clan. You didn't like your clan either.

"I've been good. Madara's been... Madara" You were trying to sound chipper, but the thought of Madara soured your mood again. Hashirama nodded, he knew you and Madara were on thin ice what with him trying to find you a husband and you NOT going along with it. "Husband search not going well?"

Your face morphed into a scowl and Hashirama kicked himself for even asking when he knew that's what was wrong. Tobirama's eyebrows furrowed together at your change in demeanor, he was used to your ruthless attitude, so this was something he wasn't expecting. You grew embarrassed under Hashirama's pitiful look and Tobiramas inquisitive stare, "If I do marry, it won't be an Uchiha" you muttered quietly before brushing past the two men.

The two brothers stood there in silence as they watched you walk swiftly down the street towards some food stands, "I shouldn't have said anything" Hashirama sighed as he rubbed his face in anguish, "Her brother's going to kill me"

"Why does she not want to marry an Uchiha?" Tobirama breathed out, he didn't know what was getting into him, but it felt like he was seeing you for the first time in his entire life. He had known you for years, ever since you were children. He found you to be quite annoying and lumped you together with the other Uchihas that he hated.

Yet something felt off.

"They treat their women like property. It's mandatory that a woman marries before 22 and has a child before 23. Her place is in the home and they can't do anything without permission from their husbands"

"That's ridiculous. Women have needs and desires as well-"

"Yes I know Tobirama but that's how the clan operates-"

"Well, it's another reason as to why I despise that god-forsaken lineage-"

"If you're so upset with it why not marry her?"

Tobirama slammed his mouth shut at Hashiramas statement. Him? Marry YOU? An UCHIHA of all people?! Hashirama stood his ground though, he wasn't stupid and he saw the looks Tobirama has been sending you for YEARS now. Tobirama could lie all he wanted to, he has always cared for you more than he'd like to admit. Tobirama started to take off back to the Hokage's office, not liking the look Hashirama was giving him "I don't think marriage is a good idea, the clan will disown her if she marries outside of their circle-"

"She hates her clan Tobirama and honestly, I think you're the only person who can make her happy"

Tobirama tripped on his footing trying to stop in disbelief. His eyes were wide and his face was full of disgust at what Hashirama was insinuating. Him? Make you happy? Not possible.

"Uchiha or not, you can't deny that you care for her in some way. I know this because you look at her differently than you look at anyone else. You don't even look at the women you try to court that way-"

"I'm done with this conversation" Tobirama huffed out, his face was burning red and the whiteness of his cloak only made it more noticeable that he was embarrassed. Hashirama opened his mouth to make another statement but Tobirama stormed towards the Hokage's office, leaving him standing there in disbelief.

How could someone so smart, be so clueless.

* 2 weeks later *

Your feet kicked at the ground as you waited for your turn to talk to the Hokage. Madara was unable to meet with Tobirama to go over the latest requests of the Uchiha clan, so you were left to the task of talking to the stubborn man who always seemed to make your heart race faster than it should.

"Y/n Uchiha? You're free to go in now"

You nodded at the secretary before standing and heading towards the door, heart pounding as your gripped the wooden door. Sliding it open, you popped your head in before letting out a quiet 'hello'. Tobirama's head shot up at the sound of your voice, he was expecting Madara so this was quite the surprise. "Y/n" he greeted firmly, trying very hard to calm his nerves as he took you in.

You were wearing a simple dress, not too fancy but not too casual. It fit you in all of the right ways, you were attractive sure.

But it was your smile that took his breath away. It reached your eyes, making you appear carefree even though he knew you weren't. "So sorry about my brother's absence. He grew ill over the weekend and asked me to step in for this discussion" you explained sheepishly as you navigated your way to one of the chairs across from the desk.

Tobirama didn't say anything but nodded at your apology, he wasn't upset with this change of plans. He was actually happy. After his discussion with his brother, he tried to push you out of his mind, but every time he saw you he was reminded of the feelings he so desperately tried to hide. "What do you want to speak about?" Tobirama started as you sat down in front of him. You looked at him wide-eyed as if he was asking you something foreign, "Oh! Yes, that" you finally stated as you opened up the envelope with the items to discuss.

Your eyes scanned over each bullet, humming to yourself in agreement with the requests on the page, but you grew still at the last bullet point. Tobirama cocked his head as he took in the way your face fell into disbelief and sadness. "Is something the matter?" His voice was clear but muffled at the same time thanks to the growing rage pounding in your ears. "They want your help with finding my suitor..."

His blood ran cold at the words, if they were asking for his help, that meant-

"They want to look outside of the clan" you breathed out, and in a way, you almost sounded relieved. "Is that something you want?" Tobirama's question was met with silence, but it wasn't a no. "I guess you'll need to marry into a higher-ranking family, do you have a preference-"

"Wait wait wait" you started, waving your hands as your cheeks heated up at the idea of marrying someone who wasn't in your inner circle. You didn't know if you were happy about this, you didn't know if this was a better option. Tobirama studied you from across his desk, you were somehow giving off the energy of relief but also anguish, two feelings that never went together.

"What do you want, Y/n?"

His question took you off guard, it wasn't usual for someone to ask you what you wanted. "I... I want to marry someone who will let me be more than just his wife. Someone that will let me be me." You finally breathed out, your nerves beginning to somehow morph into excitement at the idea of getting what you wanted. "So a higher-ranking individual who will let you be you? Is that all you desire?" Tobirama sounded calm, but inside he was kicking himself. He tried to rack his brain for who you could marry, but all he saw was himself.

"Yes. I suppose"

Your answer was quiet and bashful, had you somehow read his mind and saw the very image of you two together? "Do you have a preference to what clan-"

"Um... Maybe a Senju?" It was bold, very bold of you to blurt it out so quickly. It told him that you had pondered the answer to that question for some time now. "Well, you're in luck. The Senju clan isn't as backward as the Uchihas are. You will have no issue finding a husband who will nurture you and your desires" Tobirama was thankful you couldn't see his shaking hands below the desk. He didn't like the idea of you being with someone in the Senju clan, someone who wasn't him.

This felt wrong. He hated your clan so why were you different? Had he always felt this way and hated you to cover it up? He thought back to when you were kids. You were a couple of years younger than him and you were always trying to talk to him even though it was forbidden.

Forbidden.

'The Uchiha clan is evil. I forbid you from talking to them in any way shape or form'

That's what his father always preached, Hashirama never listened but he did. Now he was regretting it.

"How do you feel about me?"

"I'm sorry what?" You sputtered out, eyes wide at how calm he sounded. Tobirama didn't falter, only stared at you as if urging you to answer even if you didn't want to. "I uh. I guess I like you? I don't know I enjoy your company and-"

"I meant marrying me"

Your blood ran cold but not in a bad way. Your face burned and the heat began to travel down your neck and chest. He was what you wanted, what you've always wanted. Ever since you were kids you decided that he was the one you wanted to be with. But he always hated you so you wrote it off as a stupid crush and tried to move on.

The key word was 'tried'.

"I've wanted that for a while yes-"

"Then it's settled. I will send a notice to your brother. I will be taking you to dinner tonight, do you have a restaurant you like- What's wrong?"

Tobirama noticed your eyes widening at his words and he didn't know if it was a good or bad thing. You had just admitted that you wanted to marry him, so why were you looking at him like he had 5 heads? "I just didn't expect this to happen. I thought you hated me to be honest"

He bit his lip, contemplating what to say to reassure you that you were different. He did hate your clan but he didn't hate you. The hatred he felt was because he was infatuated with you. But how could he put that into words? There was no way to reassure you in the way you deserved. Instead, he stood and circled the desk before leaning against it. "Let me take you out. Let me court you... You'll see that the feeling of hatred was one of forbidden desire"

You nodded slowly at his words, still uneasy and unsure.

"Now where do you want to go for dinner?"

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Sdv Age and Height Headcanons

A/N: hi! It’s officially my birthday(the 15th) and I am now 23 :((((( I didn’t know what to post because everything is in the works right now but I wanted to post something to celebrate in a way so here!! Only base game stardew characters so no ridgeside or expanded. I do count Rasmodius/Marlon/Gunther/Morris as base game even though they’re expanded upon in mods. If anyone has questions for me (personal or about my fics or whatever) feel free to request or ask!!

Tw: none other than a mention of death in Shane’s part.

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Sebastian

We always have to start with the loml (it tries to autocorrect loml to mommy and lonely btw)

I think he’s about 23-26 I think he has a degree in IT but I’m not sure. He has to be able to have graduated or taken classes or something.

I think he’s 5’10 at the shortest and 6’2 maybe 6’2 1/2 at the tallest.

Idk just seems tall to me because he’s lowkey intimidating.

Sam

Him and Abigail are in the same age range. I think they were born in the same year.

This means he is about 22-25 and his birthday occurs right after summer break(maybe I should do birthday headcanons?)

I think he is a very tall boy(keep in mind that I am short af so what I mean by very tall depends)

So maybe he is 5’10 at the shortest like Seb and 6’3 at the tallest.

I think him and Seb can be interchangeable when it comes to height? Both of them however come behind Harvey and Elliott but not by a lot.

Shane

The shortest bachelor for sure

I think he is very short and stocky he gives me big strong dad energy like your dads not the tallest but man is strong af.

So maybe 5’5-5’8? I mean 5’8 isnt short at all really but keep in mind I’m saying this is the tallest he can be, and the height really does make some guys seem really short when in reality they arent( also my phone tried to add king every time I typed short so there’s that)

Among the older bachelors so about 31-35?

I feel like that’s enough time to go from playing football(sorry gridball) in high school, getting a scholarship to play in college, dropping out to take care of his goddaughter when his friends die and becoming depressed.

He just seems like a 30 something year old going through the trenches :(.

Harvey

I think the oldest out of the bachelors and bachelorettes. He has gone to med school and that is I think at least like 4 years then 8 years? Unless I’m wrong lmao

So I think he would be around 35-38

He’s an older man that has spent his life helping people it’s so cute

He is on the taller side. In my mind he gives gentle giant vibes.

So 6’0 at the shortest and maybe 6’5 at the tallest. I think he towers over people but his posture is so bad that no one notices.

Alex

I think he is between the ass trio and Maru so 21-24

I think he graduated high school only a couple years prior to year one because of how passionate he is about gridball and how he thinks it’ll happen I don’t think anyone older would be like “someday I’ll go pro” they’d be crushed already

I think he is 6’0 exactly. He gives off 6 feet vibes like I can see that if he had a tinder profile it would 100 percent say “I’m 6’0 btw”

Elliott

I think he’s 34 exactly.

He seems like during his 20s he worked in the family business, he did what was told of him because he didn’t really know how to be an adult.

Then when he hit 30 he decided that he didn’t want anything to do with the family business and decided to move to Pelican Town to follow his dreams of writing.

He had enough money saved up to move and cut contact with his parents after they threatened to disown him because of him choosing to chase his dreams.

I think he is up there with Harvey as I’ve already said. I think they could be the same height range and who is taller is interchangeable.

So 6’0-6’5 really. Gives off hunk on the cover of a romance novel vibes.

Penny

I think she’s around 24-26. And I do think she has a teaching license and an education degree so this would give her enough time to have graduated and come back to Pelican Town after like a year of teaching in the city.

She seems sort of mature but immature at the same time, like immature when it comes to romance and dating, and sort of life but also she has the vibes of an introvert that was forced to mature quickly so she is good at making decisions, but at the same time her emotions are out of whack.

I think she’s a petite girl she doesn’t look very tall at all.

So I think she’s 5’2-5’5 I think for women to me 5’5 that’s the cap on people seeming short to me for women.

Abigail

Luckily I didn’t have to think about this too hard because I already answered this in one of my very first posts

I think she is 5’4 to 5’8 (sorry I’m American so 162 to 172 cm?)

She’s the first one I’m doing I’m not converting everyone but it’s like 2.5 cm per inch and 30.5 per foot

Her age is around 22-25 in year 1 I think. I know I’m my original Abigail headcanon I said oldest is 24 but I think 25 is okay.

She is amongst the youngest in her grade level during school years.

Haley

I think she’s on the younger side, like the same age range as Alex. Especially because she gives the vibes if she just graduated and hasn’t grown out of her mean girl/insecure personality

So she’s about 21-24

I think she’s similar to Abigail where she gives off like petite girl energy but also tall girl energy. Like I feel like she was a cheerleader and people always said that she could model so maybe she’s on the taller side

So maybe 5’4-5’7

Idk what it is about women that are 5’7 are specifically beautiful to me, they seem super tall but not so tall that it makes me feel like they’re a giant, their arms and legs are long idkidk.

Emily

She’s the older sister of Haley, and I think she’s pretty close to Shane and Gus so I think she’s on the older side

I also think that she could be the oldest out of all the bachelorettes.

So maybe 29-35

She seems a lot more mature than Haley, as well as understanding and confident in her life and her choices

As well as she doesn’t seem insecure or as if she’s weird at all like I think younger people are.

I think her height range is very small compared to the others like

She’s 5’5-5’6

She gives off the vibes for that like not too short not too tall just average.

Maru

In my opinion Maru is the youngest out of the bachelorettes AND bachelors because I think everyone is around the same age and she’s the younger sister of Sebastian who I think is closer to everyone else’s ages so it makes her younger.

I think she’s about 19-21

Like yes she’s working as a nurse, but it’s a small town and she’s an actual genius, I don’t think they care that she’s young. Besides Harvey handles everything on his own she mostly does paperwork and assistant stuff.

Her height has to be around like 5’2-5’4 I think she is a very small girl despite Robin and Demetrius being a little on the taller side.

Leah

I think she might be the second oldest out of the bachelorettes

Like her backstory is her working in a dead end job, she was in a longtime relationship and could’ve gotten married had she not decided to leave

So she’s about 27-31 she’s not the same age as Emily, but she does hang out with Elliott so I think she’s a little older.

I think she’s about 5’6 she makes me feel as if she’s about average in heigh because of how artistic she is I feel like anyone smaller would be very disadvantaged when carving or doing anything and so would someone taller.

Pierre

I think he would be about 5’9-5’11

Like he doesn’t seem too tall but he does give me taller side energy

Would probably tell people he’s 6 feet bc he gives me the vibes of someone who would because he wants to seem like he’s perfect.

I think he’s like 45-48

He is for sure older than Caroline especially because I believe he is into the traditional gender roles which means younger wife and older husband.

Caroline

Caroline I think is a very average woman. And not by looks because I think she actually would be quite attractive like I feel like she would be vERY beautiful.

I mean in terms of her body, she isn’t too big or too small, she didn’t have too much fat or too little her body is just average.

So I think she would be 5’4-5’6

I also think all of the moms are in a similar age range so she would be 44-47

Honestly with the way they’re designed I would’ve said 30s but that would make no sense if their kids are in the marrying age/having kids range.

Jodi

I think she is on the shorter side, she gives me short thicc mom energy. Especially because Kent is a military man.

So maybe 5’2-5’5 bc I think Kent towers over her and so does Sam. The kids did not get her genes because I do think Vincent would be quite tall when he is an adult.

I also think she would be like 43-46 she has a kid that’s an adult and a kid that’s a child so I think this age range would be more plausible for her to have had one kid young and the other one at an older age.

Kent

Is large and in charge like BIG MAN

So I think he must be 6’2-6’5

Like towers over most people and intimidates them based on size alone.

Similar age as Jodi. I think they probably were in the same grade in high school so same age 43-46

Vincent

Right now like as of year 1 would probably be tiny

Like people think he’s going to turn out like Jodi but would actually turn out to be like Kent and Sam and be huge.

So maybe like 3’10?

Kinda small for his age but not like super small?

He is probably 6 or 7 years old

So CUTEEEEEE

Evelyn

Granny Evelyn is probably TINY

Like I think she is 4’9

She’s so cute and small and was probably taller when she was younger

Also old as HELL from how she looks

So maybe from 80-95

Because she as well as George have to older than everyone on the older side.

George

Was probably on the taller side before he was wheelchair bound.

Probably 5’11 exactly like not super tall but tall enough.

Him and Evelyn have such a big height gap and it’s ADORABLE.

I think maybe 2 or 3 years older than Evelyn

83-98 so super old lmao

Pam

I think the oldest out of the parents

So maybe 49-54

She hates the fact that she’s on the older side out of the parents, especially because she isn’t really close to the others as much as she would like to be. She feels out of place among them.

I think she’s about 5’6 I can see her being VERY beautiful when she was younger, and she probably still has a nice body and face, especially if she stops drinking.

Lewis

His ass is probably in his 60s but sees himself as younger

I think 60s isn’t really old at all, like it’s still enough time to do different things.

But his glory days are over

Probably 5’9 like average height.

Clint

I think he might be younger than Emily. His crush seems very immature to me. And it makes him a little less incel-y but idk.

So maybe 27-30?

He’s definitely old enough to know not to act a fool but like it makes sense at this age that he’s an asshole after being rejected for so long y’know.

I think he’s maybe 5’9? Not too short but not too tall. Definitely thinks being taller could’ve helped his situation.

Gunther

I cannot tell anything about this man at ALL

He’s very mysterious

I think he is literally 40-59

Could literally be anywhere in that

He’s probably 5’10 too since I think he’s able to see something on the shelves, and he can see over the counter.

Gus

He’s on the older side. Idk if he has kids or anything, but he gives dad vibes

So maybe 50-59 not too old but like middle aged.

Very sweet and that’s what gives me the father vibes.

Also he doesn’t seem like a gossip but knows a lot which gives me that age range.

I think he’s either 5’6 or 6’3 nothing else. I think 5’6 is more likely though.

Demetrius

I think he is a little younger than Robin. It’s lowkey what makes him and Sebastian to be so bad at getting along.

So maybe 40-42?

Old enough to be a dad but not really old enough I guess.

I think he is VERY tall. Especially since in game it looks like he has a little height over Robin.

So 6’3 at the shortest? 6’5 at the most?

Robin

43-46

I think she had Sebastian at 20? Maybe younger but I think 20 is a good age. She was young and barely out of teenagedom that her parents were probably upset.

I think she’s a little tall but not too tall like 5’7

Very beautiful and her legs are longer than her torso but not in a tall SpongeBob vibe y’know.

Marlon

I think he’s in his 50s? So 50-60

I think he is younger than Lewis and that’s also why they can’t really get along other than Marnie.

Probably 5’10

Like tall enough that when fighting monsters he has no disadvantage but not so tall that he can’t get anything done.

Linus

He is also mysterious.

He looks old but at the same time he lives in nature and his looks probably don’t match his age.

So anywhere from 50-70?

Some 70 year olds look young and can move around and I don’t doubt that he is agile due to him being a nature man.

Leo

On the taller side of kids.

So sort of like 4’5 or almost 5’0

I think Leo is older than Jas and Vincent

But not too much older that it’s weird.

So maybe 10?

Marnie

I think she is on the older side. I don’t think that she is too old, for sure younger than Lewis

I think she’s like 50-56?

Young enough that Lewis wants to sleep with her for sure

Also young enough that she still hopes by some miracle that she has a child

I think she’s like 5’2-5’4

Rasmodius

I think he is either like super old like hundreds of years or like a mortal person old

So maybe like 60-70

Quite a bit older than Caroline and old enough that he has lived and seen some things

Like an affair and a divorce and losing everything

Probably 6’0 exactly ngl

Jas

Also on the smaller side, and will end up like 5’2 at most when she’s older

So like 3’7 first year she is a very small BABY

She’s also the same age as Vincent so 6 or 7

Willy

I think he is old but doesn’t look it

So in his 60s-70s

Has time to fish and perfect it has time to gain things and lose things

Has lived through a LOT

I think he is 5’5-5’9

A bit on the smaller side but y’know short kings exist.

[pollymorgan]

Teacher Negan - The Football Game - Part 1

Warnings: A very large age difference and of course, smut

Oh, and very important: It's all fiction of course! Please, my dears, use condoms and don't go with old men! :-P

That my mother has to move several hundred miles away with my aunt to open a beauty salon, especially before the last year of my high school, was initially a big shock for me, but now I also see the advantages it brings. First of all, I finally get out of my little town, and there's also the immediate proximity to my cousin. Cassady is 5 years older than me, to be exact 23, but we have always gotten along great. Another advantage is that I no longer have to see my ex-boyfriend every day, since we are no longer in the same class. Plus, I still have almost the entire summer vacation ahead of me to enjoy life to the fullest, like now at this football game. If I were to say I love football, that would be an understatement, because it feels like every American does. For me, it's an absolute dream to live in the city of my favorite team. That's why I'm wearing the appropriate hoodie over my dress and, of course, the matching cap at the game.

The atmosphere in the stadium is absolutely insane and totally captivating. Even if my cousin doesn't really see it that way and only came along because of me.

Now we just have to push through a horde of men to get to our seats. And then hopefully it will start soon. Even though the game will really become secondary. Because the atmosphere alone is reason enough to be here.

Getting to our seats, however, proves to be more difficult than expected. We each have two large beer cups in hand and somehow have to get through this crowd. But the line at the drinks stand was huge, and I didn't want to spend the start of the game waiting in line. So we planned ahead. I almost managed to get to my seat unscathed, when suddenly this guy turns around in a flash. Everything happens so quickly that I can't react anymore, and so I spill half of the beer on him and myself. The tall stranger initially looks at me very angrily and is about to scold me, but then his look suddenly changes as his dark eyes meet mine.

"What the hell.. oh, sorry.. I didn't mean to spill your drink, ...can I offer you a new one? Of course, only if you're already 21.." He starts to grin, and his perfectly white row of teeth shines through his silver-black beard.

I'm still a bit overwhelmed by the whole situation and look bewildered at the large wet spot on his black shirt under his dark jacket. Guys my age are never dressed so well. Only maybe for a funeral or a prom, and I've never been to either.

"I'm already 22.." I say somewhat defiantly, and according to my fake ID, that wouldn't even be a lie.

"Perfect.." he concludes.

He turns around to hand me a full beer from the drinks available behind him. I take it gratefully, and finally my cousin and I can sit down exhausted in our seats.

Immediately she whispers excitedly in my ear, "Did you see how that guy looked at you? He's at least twice as old as you and basically undressed you with his eyes .. pretty cringe..".

I look at her innocently, "Cringe? I actually find him quite cute!"

"Cute?" she asks in surprise, rolling her eyes.

The stranger sits down in the seat right next to me and toasts us.

"Thanks," I say again.

"No problem, pleasure to meet you, i’m Negan!"

"Sam.." I stammer somewhat clumsily.

Then everyone turns back to their groups. After a while, I'm engrossed in conversation with my cousin again, but the guy next to me has put on such an intense cologne that it lingers in my nose the whole time. It smells so ruggedly masculine that it almost drives me crazy. Whenever I have the chance, I shyly glance to the right, but he doesn't look at me anymore. I'm strangely disappointed, so I try to push that thought aside.

The game is running fantastically. My team is winning, which makes me so euphoric that I even infect my cousin with it.

After the game, as we're getting ready to leave, someone roughly grabs my arm. I startle briefly, then look back into the dark eyes that send a pleasant tingling sensation through my entire body.

"Do you and your friend maybe want to come with us to a bar to celebrate the victory a bit?" he asks with a deep tone, and I feel my stomach vibrating at his words.

Suddenly, my cousin's voice snaps me out of my trance. "No, sorry, we have to get up early..".

I look at her puzzled.

"Um, actually... apologize for us for a moment!".

The stranger seems to be thoroughly amused by this situation.

I turn to her and whisper in her ear, "That sounds fun... come on, let's go with them!"

"With these guys?!" she says a bit too loudly.

Startled, I turn around, but he is engrossed in a conversation again and apparently, thankfully, hasn't noticed. After a seemingly endless discussion, we agree that I will go to the bar with them without her. But only with the promise to be reachable on the phone at all times.

Reluctantly, Cassady bids me goodbye with a hug and whispers in my ear, "Take care of yourself... and don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Since my cousin has quite a bit of a checkered past, I don't even feel guilty promising her that.

When I agree to go with them, the stranger firmly takes my hand to guide me through the crowd out of the stadium. I'm initially a bit shocked by this strange situation, but fearing to lose him among the crowd, I interlock my fingers tightly with his and let him lead me out of the stadium.

The three of us, along with another man, take a seat on the backseat of a large black Audi. The men in the car are engaged in lively conversation about the game. Fortunately, I understand quite a bit about football and can engage in some discussion without sounding dumb, even though everyone else present is probably 30 years older than me.

After a short ride, we park in front of a small bar.

As we enter, the smell of smoke and alcohol greets me. The men take a seat at a round table, and I excuse myself for a moment to go to the bathroom.

There, I take off my sweater and am quite glad that I'm wearing a short black dress underneath. I take off my cap and let my hair down, then adjust it and try to fix my makeup a bit. I take a deep breath a few more times, looking at myself in the mirror. Then I go back, determined. But the table is empty. Startled, I look around, a thousand thoughts racing through my head.

But then I hear someone call out, "Here we are!" The voice comes from the billiard table. Relieved, I see Negan sitting on a sofa in front of the others. I walk purposefully towards them.

Two are already playing, and the clattering of the balls drowns out the conversations in the entire bar.

Since the couch is already occupied, I take a seat on the armrest next to Negan. He unabashedly looks me up and down and then offers me a beer.

"You look damn good..." he says directly, making my heart skip a beat and my cheeks blush.

After the men finish their game, I challenge him. He accepts with a smile, probably not expecting that I practically grew up at the billiard table. As he takes his first shots, he realizes it's not as easy as he thought, which pleases me.

Watching him concentrate more on the game makes me proud, and he looks even better doing it. As he leans closer to make his next move, he unexpectedly gives me a rather strong pat on the backside.

"Hey, unfair move!" I protest immediately, which only elicits a tired smile from him, but sends a strong tingle down in my lower abdomen.

But I manage to win against him, albeit very narrowly, which clearly annoys him. Afterwards, he has to endure some teasing from his buddies. Resignedly, he sits back on the sofa, and I proudly perch on the armrest again.

During the next round with his friends, we engage in animated discussions about their gameplay and continue drinking our beer. After a while, Negan starts touching my bare shin. At first, he just places his warm hand there, but then he starts stroking it slowly. The touches of his large rough hands are so gentle that they give me goosebumps. I enjoy this feeling and what it does to me to the fullest. I'm disappointed when he lets go of my leg, but only to offer me a vodka shot that the waitress had placed on a large tray in front of us. The drink is much needed, as my mouth feels incredibly dry.

We clink glasses, and I down the shot in one go. The sharp alcohol burns in my throat and then warms my stomach, shooting straight to my head. I can tell that Negan is watching my every move closely.

As soon as I place the empty glass back on the table, he puts his hand on my thigh.

"You look so damn sexy drinking it all in one go, do you like swallowing other things too?" he whispers unabashedly.

I almost slap him out of reflex, but as I look into his grinning face and his lustful eyes meet mine, my whole lower abdomen tightens, and I can't help but smirk. We gaze at each other for a while, and then I decisively say, "Why don't you find out.."

Without warning, he pulls me onto his lap, and before I know it, I'm straddling him, and he immediately starts kissing me. His lips are incredibly demanding. I place my hands on his cheeks to try to control the situation somewhat, while I completely forget everything around me and simply ignore the stupid comments from others.

His fingers trail down my back purposefully, immediately gripping my buttocks tightly. Then he presses me firmly against his pelvis. Excited, I breathe against his open mouth as I feel his penis getting harder and pressing strongly against me.

Sensing my hesitation, he whispers softly, "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Nothing.. it's just pretty big.." I grin, feeling a bit embarrassed.

He smiles contentedly and presses me against him again, then gently kisses the sensitive skin on my neck and says in my ear, "Oh, don't worry, pretty princess, I'll order a taxi for us now, and then we'll go to my place where I'll pamper you so much that your little pussy will get nice and wet for me, and then my big, hard cock can slide into you slowly and effortlessly. How does that sound?"

His deep voice and direct manner drive me crazy. I nod decisively and kiss him again. I then take his right hand off my butt and guide it under my dress, directly between my legs.

"I'm already so wet for you, feel it!" I reply somewhat shyly.

His fingers deftly shift my panties aside, while his eyes scan my face precisely, enjoying every reaction from me. Slowly, he skillfully glides his middle finger through my cleft, causing me to involuntarily flinch.

"You're such a naughty sweet girl!" he remarks amusedly, as his finger leaves my most intimate place again, moistening my lips with my wetness. He then kisses me again, passionately sucking my taste from my lips. "You taste incredibly good.." he says contentedly.

[hustlemeanokay]

Okay... and here we go again. Everyone's starting to freak out about their choices "not mattering" from DAO and DA2 in Veilguard. And only "a few" choices from Inquisition apparently mattering.

Alright... okay... [sigh]. Let's think about this one for... just a moment. Before everyone loses their collective shit.

In the grand scheme here, Origins happened in 9:30-9:31 Dragon. Dragon Age 2 in 9:30-9:37 Dragon. Veilguard is set to start in 9:52 Dragon. That's a 21-22 year difference for Origins and a 22-15 year difference for DA2.

Yes, choices have consequences and yes, sometimes those consequences can be long lasting but not that fucking long lasting when we're talking about who someone jumped into bed with. Who the King of Orzammar is doesn't matter. Who drank from the well doesn't even matter if Mythal isn't even around anymore. If HOF is even alive doesn't even matter. Who the King of Fereldan is doesn't matter to Northern Thedas, they really couldn't care less. Whether its an Emperor or an Empress in Orlais, doesn't matter. Whether Merrill restored her eluvian or not doesn't matter. Whether the old oak got his freaking acorn back or not doesn't matter. Whether the werewolves were saved or killed doesn't fucking matter.

All of those choices seemed like they mattered a lot when made in relevance to the story in which they took place in and yeah, they seemed like they were going to have long lasting consequences but those long lasting consequences are more like "oh, did you hear?" rather than actual impacts on Thedas as a whole. And don't forget that games have a great way of making you think you're making a choice when in reality, you're following a predetermined story. A lot of those choices aren't choices at all and were basically canon anyway. Or, so many people made the same choices that they became canon. If most people saved the Chargers, that might just be in there as canon, we don't know. If most people had Cullen go off of lyrium, that might just be canon.

Point is, we don't even know what the world state is. So, maybe don't start getting your feathers all ruffled before you even touch the game? And even then, remember that while a choice may have been impactful to you - it probably wasn't even that important to Thedas at large. Remember that including the individual choices that everyone thinks is important is a severely unrealistic expectation and really what would that even look like? A token mention on a street corner here? A banner change there? I mean, come on.

[deadly-kalopsia]

writing out my understanding of the batfam ages because i’m bored

i’m basing literally all of this starting around their ages based on tim because that’s literally the only ones i know for sure and it’s easier this way

when tim is first introduced, he’s 13 (for some reason i always think he’s 12 but no, he’s 13) we know that tim was at the circus when dicks parents died when dick was 8. tim was stated to be 3 at the time of the flying graysons death) (i’m aware that in one comic it claims that he was like 7 but that makes literally no fucking sense so i’m ignoring it)

this means that when tim is 3, dick is 8, making dick 5 years older than tim making, meaning that when tim becomes robin dick is 18….which doesn’t really make sense. so let’s loop back to this later.

jason dies when hes 15, around 6 months later, tim introduces himself and has his first technical debut as robin at 13, making their age difference around 2 years. tim is born in july, and jason is born in august, it’s safe to say that their age gap is 2 years and a few months. jason is introduced at age 12 right after dick leaves/gets fired as robin at around age 18/19, making him around 6 years older than jason.

so at this point we have

tim-13 (stated age at first introduction.)

jason- 15/16 (depending on when he dies)

dick- 21/22 (relative to jason, not tim)

back to tim being at the circus at the night of the flying graysons death, if tim is 3, then with dicks age relative to jason, dick would have had to been around 12 at the age of their death, NOT the 8 that was previously stated. this would make dick and tim’s age gap around 9 years. personally, while this messes up the ages stated in the canon i’m referring to, this is probably the best age that i can come up with and still have tim be at the circus and be around toddler age (old enough to remember what happened because of the trauma of it)

bruce is stated to be somewhere between 12-15 years older than dick, meaning that he’s somewhere between 21-24 years older than tim. this means he was around 24-27 when he fosters dick. (personally i meld this to whatever fits what im trying to talk about)

cassandra is assumed to be jason’s age, so we’ll call her also 2 years and some months/3 years older than tim.

when damian is introduced at 9/10 and at the time tim is 16 making their age difference 6-7 years. this is constantly changing due to dcs lack of letting tim age but still aging damian up (damian is 14 right now and as far as i know tim is still 17.)

unfortunately i don’t know very much about duke (which is an absolute tragedy that i will be remedying asap) but im pretty sure he’s 4 years older than damian, making him 2-3 years younger than tim.

alfred is ageless and i don’t care what you say dc, that man is alive.

so for my age differences relative to tim in what im gathering as my current canon (very very loose) we have:

alfred: ageless. (probably around early-mid 70s?)

bruce: 38-42

dick: 26

cass: 19/20

jason: 19/20

tim: 17

duke: 14/15

damian: 10/11

that’s all we have for bruce’s canonically adopted/fostered children (THAT I KNOW OF PLEASE DONT KILL ME)

a couple others that i didn’t include but know, stephanie is a year older than tim, making her 18 to tim’s 17, and like wise, babs is a year older than dick, making her 27 to dicks 26.

i think my math maths but please let me know if it doesn’t, i did it in my head and have not slept.

[lucyandalexiafan]

Blow off steam | Alexia Putellas x reader | part 2

summary: after a short conversation where you reassure Alexia that you really want her to take control, she starts punishing you.

warnings: dom!Alexia, sub!reader, punishment (belt, pussy spanking), using of collar and leash, degradation, praise, use of pet names / slut, dirty talk, face fuck, light bondage, orgasm denial.

words: 4,1k

Do not copy, translate or claim my works and fics as your own; if I find out I will report them and block you. Instead, write to me, my directs are always open, and ask me if you can publish your work/fic inspired by one of mine. However, you can reblog them!

Nb: I used the word boy, "said by Alexia", to refer to a young player of Barca of age (something like 21/22 year old).

I can hear the sound of her feet hitting the floor as she walks inside the room.  

I'm on the bed, on my hands and knees. 

My back arched, head resting on the mattress, ass up, arms stretched out at my head.

All my body is in tension. 

Alexia pauses behind me.  

In my ears I can only hear the sound of my heartbeat. 

I hold the sheets in my hands, my eyes closed in anticipation. 

“So pretty, babygirl”  

I jump to the spot when I hear her voice, her low, warm, sensual voice. 

I squeeze my thighs. 

My soaked pussy is evident to her because of the position. 

Letting her be completely in control is so liberating, so exciting. After two weeks of responsibility, studying, exams, games, being able to hand over all the power to someone else, someone I trust, is a feeling that invades my body, that leaves me speechless. 

"T-thank you Reina" I whisper hesitantly, the pain between my thighs getting stronger and stronger. 

I can feel her sitting at the edge of the bed.  

"Amor, why don't you turn to me? Sit next to me"  

I open my eyes wide in surprise. 

What?  

I do as she says, slowly. 

I hoist on my knees, then crawl towards her until I sit next to her. 

I'm naked, she wears a plain T-shirt and blue trousers.   

She is sitting cross-legged on the bed, with bare feet.   

I blush at the memory of what happened a little while ago. 

"Amor, look at me"  

I bite my lip. 

Her hand, her index finger, brushes against my chin.  

"Babygirl" the calm and loving voice, the sweet voice that made me felt in love for her. 

I lock my eyes into hers. 

Cheeks burning with embarrassment. 

The hand brushes against my cheek, the same one that she hit earlier. 

"How do you feel?"  

I open and close my lips a few times. 

Why is she asking it?  

Did I do something wrong?  

"I... D-Did I do something wrong?"  

She smiles, a shy, kind smile. 

"No amor, I just want to make sure you're okay"  

I bite my lip. 

I get lost in her eyes. 

She inclines her face to the right. 

I nod slowly. 

"I... yes, I'm fine, Reina," I whisper. 

Her fingers brush against the skin. 

She hasn't been so sweet since the injury. 

"Did I overdo it before?" The hesitant voice. 

I shake my head while I try to figure out what's in her head. 

"I liked it - I reply cautiously, "I-I would have used the safeword if... if it was too much Ale" I whisper embarrassed, leaning my cheek against her fingers. 

Her other hand, which was on the bed before, rests on my thigh. I close my eyes to the contact. 

She giggles at the reaction. 

"You're so sensitive"   

"Please... please Reina - I gasp, I put my hand on hers - C-can I come? I... I need it."  

I push her hand towards my inner thigh, her fingernails rubbing against my thigh. 

"So needy"  

Her fingers brush against my upper thigh. 

I look at her pleading, the most puppy look possible. 

"Already begging"  

The tip of the index and middle fingers touching my clit. 

I moan loudly. 

My hand tightens around her wrist. 

"I beg you, Reina"  

She looks at me almost disinterestedly as her index finger moves from my clit to my hole steadily. 

A grin on her face. 

She licks her lip. 

She kisses me, her lips are fluffy and at the beginning, the contact is light, pure. Innocent. 

Then it becomes more passionate, her tongue playing with mine, the other hand ends up on my neck, squeezing it. 

I whine. 

She smiles against my lips. 

She bites my lower lip.

Then, at some point, the tip of the middle finger enters in my pussy.

I break the kiss, moaning.

I rest my forehead against her shoulder.

Her lips against my neck leave little kisses, little bites.

The finger goes in and out with a lazy pace as if there is no hurry.

Like I haven't had an orgasm in three weeks.

"So needy" Ale says another time.

"Yes, yes... I need you Reina" I gasp, my hands clasped against her legs.

She smiles on my skin.

"We can stop, have some sweet sex and then cuddle - she says a few inches from my face as she forces me to look her in the eye - Or we can continue, with me punishing you and all"  

The index finger moves a tuft behind my ear.

"I won't get mad amor"  

"I... I want you to take control... I need it - I gasp trying to explain myself - Please"  

She grins.

She looks me carefully in the eye trying to figure out if I'm lying.

I nod slightly.

She stands up.

She makes her way to her bedside table, opening the third drawer and I know what she's about to get. What she's looking for.

Ale turns to me with the collar in her hands. 

That black collar with the leash of the same color.

That collar has an "A" engraved on the front.

That collar she gave me after months of relationship.

She moves closer to me and stops a few inches from my body; then, she unfastens it.

"Can I put it on for you?"   

"Please, yes" I answer quickly with a husky voice, the eyes focused on the object.

Ale smiles sadistically before wrapping it around my neck, moving away the hair stuck between the fabric and my neck.

She closes it.

"R-Reina," I whispered, afraid of disappointing her.

But it's too tight and I know that closed like this it will hurt as soon as she pulls the leash.

"What, lbabygirl?" she asks, her fingers steady on the collar without putting pressure on it.

"I-I... the collar is too tight" I break eye contact, shifting my gaze to the floor.

I don't want to see her disappointed or resentful.

I could handle it like this, we had already used it as tight as now and I liked it; but when it is closed in this way I struggle even swallow and it suffocates me slightly and I don't think can handle it in this situation.

But at the same time, I don't want her to think that this is a way to avoid punishment.

Her thumb caresses my cheek.

"My good girl telling me how she feels and what's wrong – her fingers gently undoing the collar and spreading it a hole – Is it okay now, babygirl?"  

I swallow and I don't feel any pressure.

I twitch my thighs in praise.

I nod. "T-thank you Reina," I whisper hesitantly, "I-I'm sorry"  

Her fingers force my chin upper, obligating me to look into her gaze.

"You don't have to apologize because you tell me what you need amor. Thank you for telling me," she smiles, biting her lip, "Would you rather I don't use it?"  

I shake my head.   

"Why do you want me to use it?"  

I bite my lip.

I clasp my hands on my thighs.

"I... I like it when you pull it."  

She licks her bottom lip.

I look at her enchanted as if I had a divinity in front of me. 

How can she be so charming, so perfect? 

"Ah, yes? And why?"  

Does she really want me to say that?  

She knows why.

She tilts her face slightly.

She pulls the leash just a little.  

I moan loudly.

“Reina” I moan.   

She smiles sadisticly. 

"So?"  

"I... It's like giving you complete control," I whisper looking at her.

She pulls the collar up at her, pushing me on all fours, my head tilted towards hers.

"Oh yes? Do you like me collaring you like a slut?"   

I groan at humiliation.

I look at her lips.

I alternate my gaze from them to her eyes.

"C-can you kiss me, Ale?" I ask without realizing that I have not used the award.

Her lips rest on mine.

After the moment her lips touch mine I can breathe again.

I detach myself after a few moments, my mind finally free from any fear and anxiety.

"R-Reina... Please- I need-"  

She grins.

"Are you sure that's what you want?"  

I nod quickly, afraid that I doubt she doesn't want it as much as she does, maybe even more.

"Yes Ale, I do. Please," I beg.

"Then get back in position" is the suddenly more authoritarian tone.

I close my eyes.

I nod and do as she says.

"I want you at the edge of the bed"  

I move my feet in contact with the edge of the bed.

She positions herself behind me.

I hold back my sigh in anticipation. 

Her hand touches my ass.

I whine against the mattress, my hands clutching the sheets.

"Hands behind your back"    

I squeeze my fingers against each other, nails against the skin.

I arch my back in an attempt to find a more comfortable position.

I remain balanced precariously on my shoulders, chest and knees, my feet pointed against the mattress.

She walks away, steps away from the bed, probably toward the closet.

I hear her grab something, probably the box of sex toys, and then place the object on the bed.

"Now I'm going to tie your wrists behind your back with a tie and then I'm going to start punishing you, what safeword are you?"  

"Green, Reina... green"  

She grins, I can hear her grin.

She gently grabs my wrists and knots them with the fabric.   

"Do you know what tie is this? – I shake my head against the mattress – The one from the last 'end of the season' Barcelona club's dinner, do you remember it?"  

I bury my face against the sheet in an attempt to disappear.  

"Remember how I wrapped it around your wrists in the bathroom at the sports center and then fucked you against the sink, mh? When you were trying to hold back the moans so you wouldn't be heard, but I just wanted them to hear you, to the stupid boy to hear you... Do you remember?"  

I gasp at the memory of that evening.  

That magical evening.  

"Yes... I remember Reina"  

She pulls the leash of the collar, my body writhing in on itself until it is tense in the air.  

Ale kisses a patch of skin under my ear, gasping against it.  

"Now you know what's going on? – I shake my head – It happens that I have to punish you"  

She pushes me towards the mattress, making me rest my head on one cheek.  

I close my eyes.  

Punishments have always excited me but intimidated me at the same time. I'm not a brat, I don't like to tease her or the idea of disappointing her, clearly preferring to please her and do whatever she wants. 

Ale has always liked this attitude of mine, this need of mine.  

But, whenever she can, she does not disdain to punish me and I know she likes that power that I give to her, the power to punish me.  

"The first punishment will be ten spanks with the belt, what color are you little girl?"  

I bite my lip.  

The belt.  

No punishment hurts and excites me more; however... however I know it's going to hurt, that it's going to leave marks.   

What if-  

"Babygirl?" is the tone that betrays concern.  

"G-Green," I answer hesitantly.   

The hand caresses my ass for the last time before walking away.   

"You'll have to count them and thank me for each one of them - she starts to explain to me - If it gets too much, tell me, nothing happens and I don't get mad. I'll get mad if you don't tell me, understood? I'll get mad if you don't communicate with me, not if you do." 

I nod "Yes Reina".

Her hand brushes against my skin.

Then, the belt hit my skin the first time.

I arch my back even more in reaction, my ass in the air and my chest that lies almost completely against the bed.

I whine for the pain. 

"O-one, thank you, Reina" 

On the fifth slap the first sob escapes.

At the seventh slap the voice trembles irreparably.

As soon as she reaches the tenth, she leaves the belt hits the floor and she caresses my reddened skin. I sob at the contact of her cold hand with my ass.

"Beautiful - she pauses - My good girl" 

I smile exhausted at the compliment.

She stops behind me.

A finger of hers touches my cunt.

"You're so wet, baby. I could fuck you with four fingers without lubing them and they'd go in without any problem." 

The other hand is on the end of my back, the fingers moving slightly as if caressing my skin, calming me down.

I close my eyes.

"I beg you" 

Another spanking.

"I didn't understand".

"Reina!" I try to correct myself, "Reina, I beg you" 

A second finger is added to the first finger; she touches my cunt from my clit to my hole. 

I stretch my body towards her. I try to move my arms but the tie prevents me from doing so.

"Are you already begging, little girl?" 

I moan loudly, without shame. "Please... please Reina" 

She continues with light movements, the other hand still against my back.

"Mhmhmh, you gotta tell me what you want, little girl" 

I close my eyes.

"C-come... I want to come, Reina" 

Her hands move away from my pussy, focusing instead on the tie, unfastening it.

I don't have time to put my hands on the mattress that turns me on my stomach.

Her lips are on mine.

It's as overwhelming as a kiss.

Her hands are in my hair.

It's all so sensual, she's so sensual.

A hand squeezes my breast.

I sigh when she starts playing with a nipple.

I sigh her name through the kisses.

Then she stands up, her tie in her hands, and I instinctively bring my hands, one on top of the other, towards the headboard of the bed.

She raises an eyebrow curiously.

"What would you like me to do?" she asks with a sardonic smile.

"I... I thought that - I stop to look at her - Sorry, I didn't mean to-" 

She kisses me.

A kiss that transmits calm, love.

"Baby, don't apologize," she smiles, kissing me again "Are you sure?" she asks pointing to my hands with her head.

I nod and she raises an eyebrow. 

"Si Reina" I quickly correct myself.

She asks me to lie down more towards the headboard of the bed, to put my hands on top of each other. "Remember that if it gets too much, you have to use the safeword" 

I whisper a yes Reina of assent.

She kneels on the bed at the side of my body.

I'm naked.

She's dressed.

So dominant.

So controlling. 

I moan while she ties my wrists to the iron, leaving me a little freedom.

Then, she leans over my neck, sucking it, biting it. 

I try to pull my hands and she grins against my skin.

"You're so sensitive, little girl" She whispers and then she blows on saliva left on my neck.

I squeeze my thighs.

"So sensitive," she whispers, brushing her lips against my body to my breasts.

She kisses a nipple.

She licks it.

She bites it. 

She passes it through her teeth.

I groan arching my body up.

The shoulder blades pressed against the bed.

Ale, between my legs, enjoys the effect it has on me. She smiles on my skin and then she bites my nipple harder, making me moan in pain.

My hands try to free themselves from the strings tied to the headboard.

"You're so sensitive," she whispers again as she brushes her lips against the skin from breast to breast.

And then torture the other as well.

Nibbling on my breasts leaving marks here and there, sucking on flaps of skin.

Making me moan louder and louder.

I open my legs as I seek relief on her thigh, thigh covered by the pants's fabric.

I whine for the situation, for the inability to move, for the control that she has, for the power that she has on me.

She feels me humping against her because she moves closer to my neck as she takes her thigh against me.

"If you don't stay still, I have to punish you, little girl, and you don't want that, do you? - she whispers in my ear, then licks my neck - I still have to punish you for the second time and you already want a third punishment?" 

I moan embarrassed, my arms moving in an attempt to free themselves.

She smiles before kissing me.

She tortures me for a little while longer.

I moan when she bites my neck for the umpteenth time.

"Please" 

I rush to beg, to beg of I don't know what.

She smiles slyly.

"Please," she whispers, imitating me in a high-pitched voice, "please... What?" 

I gasp when she puts a hand on my neck. 

She smiles excitedly to find out how far my masochism goes.

Squeezes harder when I'm slow to respond.

"I beg you" 

"Mh Mh Mh - she shakes her head, her lips brushing mine - that's not what I want to hear you say. Something is missing, baby" 

I close my eyes.  

She grabs my hair and kisses me.

Bites my lip almost until it hurts.

I moan for the pain.

I try to resist the pace imposed by her tongue. 

She laughs slyly when I give up after a while.

I moan ecstatic.

We're just getting started, but I'm out of control, aroused to imaginable mental levels.

She hits my breast.

"What's missing?" she asks authoritatively, the voice dangerously low. 

Almost angry.

Almost upset by it.

"Reina! - I moan when she gives me another slap - Reina is missing. I'm sorry Reina" 

"I hope so," she whispers as she moves her lips further and further down, overcoming the sternum, going past the navel, her hands grabbing my thighs squeezing them, widening them and holding them in place. 

Her nose brushes against my upper things.

I groan as I arch upwards.

“Reina”

With her tongue she leaves a trail along the entire inside of my inner thigh, coloring it with saliva. She kisses it calmly, as she's trying to explore it.

"Please" I beg.

She does so for a few more moments, then her hand collides with my pussy.

I gasp.

"How?" 

"Reina," I groan, "I beg you, Reina."  

She grins.

"You're more unruly than I thought baby - she kisses my inner thigh again - maybe you really need to be punished" she says before biting me.

My hands that, again, are bound by the strings to the headboard.

I squeeze my legs, forced open by her grip.

She licks the mark she left on me.

"How do you feel?" she questions as she kisses my upper thigh.

I whine as I grab the headboard with my hands. 

I scream in surprise when her hand hits my pussy again and bites my upper thigh, making me moan for the pain.

My hands uselessly trying to snap towards her hair.

Pleasure that skyrockets.

"Reina... I beg you" 

she sneers.

"Mhmhmh, little girl, it's not okay like this" 

She grabs my side and turns me around. The belly and breasts humping against the mattress and I gasp in surprise.

She grabs my thighs pulling them towards her, forcing me to bend over.

"Arch your back," I execute, hoping to do well, "so good... You arch your back really well, slut, huh?" 

I gasp when she runs her fingers over my ass, over the marks left by the belt.

And then, in an instant, a pain envelops my pussy.

I gasp as I tense my back.

"You'll have to count these too, one by one, and thank me for each one. If you lose count, you'll have to start over." 

"Yes, Reina" 

The first one hits my pussy's lips.

The second shot ends up against my clit.

I scream for the pleasure of violent contact.

The third one hits my hole.

The fourth and fifth are more violent, more painful.

"You're so wet baby - I gasp - So soaked" 

I stretch my thighs upwards while arching my back down.

"So needy" 

She rubs two fingers against my cunt.

I squeeze my thighs.

I beg her.

Her fingers impact against my sensitive spot again.

"Reina!" I scream through the moans. 

She stimulates me to orgasm, then stops before my orgasm can invade me.

I stretch my legs, I move them whining.

She pushes one of my sides towards the mattress making me go back to my stomach.

"So needy," she whispers, standing up.

She unfastens her pants and then drops them to the floor. 

I contemplate her thighs, thin and pale.

She takes off her shirt.

The uncontrollable painful contractions in the lower abdomen. 

Her midnight blue lace underwear stands out against her fair skin.

Her belly, flat, is covered with a few moles.

The fabric is practically transparent, thus allowing me to catch a glimpse of the firm nipples.

I bite my lip drunk with pleasure.

I try to catch some air.

"What's going on, baby?" 

“I-I… you-you are pe-rfect Re-na” 

"So Innocent" 

She unfasten her bra slowly.

I look at her enchanted.

Lost in the pleasure.

She's getting naked just for me.

She's getting naked and that's enough to turn me on.

She takes off her panties.

"Baby, I want to ride your face," she tells me.

It's an order, she's not asking for permission.

Her hands grab my ankles stretching my body to lie down to the bed, outstretching my arms.

She crawls to the sides of my body to the point of having knees on the sides of my temples.

She asks me to look at her.

I meet her eyes looming over me from above. They're coved by pleasure.

I contract my legs.

"You're going to have to lick me like the good girl that you are, and I'll guide you, okay? - I nod - And if it's too much you tap the headboard three times and I'll stop" 

My cheeks are painfully red.

Will I be able to? 

Will I be good?  

Her hands grab my curls before settling on top of my parted lips.

She moans with relief.

My tongue meets her clit.

I lick it gently with small taps. 

She moans on top of me. 

I pass my tongue through all of her cunt, and then I arrive at her hole, soaking her arousal. 

I breathe through my nose her smell, intoxicating me.  

"Good girl," she gasps through the moans.

I lick her hole tasting her taste.

"So - she gasps - so good little girl" 

I look at her.

Her body stands out above my face.

The flat stomach gave me a heavenly view of her face.

The mouth is open.

the eyes are closed.

She starts to move on my face rubbing herself against my tongue.

I moan for the pleasure of serving her, for the submission. 

Her hands hold my hair.

I bend my legs.

I rub them looking for pleasure.

She brushes her nipples with her fingers, playing with them looking for that pleasure that my hands can't give her.

I whine ecstatic for the view. 

Her thighs tighten around my face.

I groan about the intoxicating prison I'm in.

"Baby, the clit - moan - the clit" 

I start to lick it more vigorously, with less kindness, until she tells me she's going to cum.

I look at her.

She's heavenly.

She's perfect.

She's lost in the pleasure.

She rarely permits me to make her cum, to give her pleasure, during this type of sex. She prefers touching me, edging me. 

Then, as she tries to tell me for the umpteenth time that she's cumming, she cums. 

Her orgasm is prolonged.

She screams "amor" several times between the gasps.

Her arousal invades my mouth, dripping from my chin and onto my cheeks.

I'm out of breath. 

Excitement at its best. 

Pleasuring her is so satisfying, so intoxicating.

Her chest rises and falls rhythmically.

I lick her pussy a few more times, trying to clean it. 

I am committed to fully satisfying it.

My cheeks became even redder when I realise what had happened.

She cum on my face. 

She cum because of me.

Exhausted, she leans against my breasts, her legs still on the sides of my head.

"You're even more beautiful like this, little girl - her index finger brushing my cheek - So dirty with my arousal" she gasps, sweat dripping from her forehead.

She is so beautiful.

She's so hot in this way, with messy hair, red cheeks, and parted lips.

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Hi! Just to say that: part 3 will be about rought sex/punishment, part 4 about aftercare and more lovely and sweet sex.

[eyesxxyou]

that's what they all say

↳ ❝ [dbf!miguel o'hara x black!reader] ¡! ❞

rating. mature

word count. 4k

synopsis. you and miguel have had tension from the very first moment you met. the only problem is that miguel is your dad's best friend. what happens when you two finally find yourselves alone?

or

you and miguel take your chance to fuck while your dad is sleeping

warnings. big age gap (20 years. reader is 22 and Miguel is 42), exhibitionalism kinda, oral (m receiving), piv sex, unprotected sex, size kink, size difference, google translate pet names (IM SORRY), kinda awkward and uncomfortable towards the end, angst, kinda bad ending. let me know if I missed anything.

It started with a glance. Just a glance was all it took. Miguel O’Hara has not been in your life for very long. You were 21 at the time and visiting your father for the afternoon. You had dropped in unexpectedly, not expecting your father to have a friend over. He was lounging on the couch with your father, sharing some beers together. “Oh– Y/N, I didn’t expect you. This is a friend from work, Dr. Miguel O’Hara.”

The first thing you noticed was how startlingly large he was, the fact only punctuated when he stood up to shake your hand. He towered over you, his huge frame intimidating you to no end. He offered his hand to you, a hand a big as your face, and looked down at you. “Nice to meet you. Your father talks all about you.”

The second thing you noticed was how handsome he was. Presuming he was around your father’s age—twice your own— he was sharp and handsome. Tan skin, high, prominent cheekbones, a strong jaw, and the softest looking hair you’ve ever seen. If you looked closer, you could see a few stray gray hairs but not nearly as many as your father. He was gorgeous all things considered.

From then, you’d get to see Miguel here and there, dropping something off for your father, visiting him at home. You and Miguel got along just fine, a joke here and there. There was always something unspoken there that your father never caught on to and the two of you never really infringed upon.

But that changed with a single glance.

You were out at dinner with them. Miguel and your father had just won an award for their research in genetic editing and wanted to celebrate. You offered them dinner and how could they possibly refuse? The only condition was that you would not be paying for it. ‘We’re two grown men. Would be pretty shitty if we let you pay for our food.” Miguel shook his head with disapproval at the thought of it, his large hand reaching out to open the door ahead of you. “F/N, back me up here.”

Your father shook his head and raised his hands up. “I’m not a part of this.” He wasn’t one to place himself in situations that hadn’t involved him to begin with. Miguel was stubborn but so were you, maybe even more so. “Are you trying to say I’m not grown?” His smile was patronizing. “I thought I was grown too when I was your age. Either way, it has nothing to do with your age. It’s mine.”

The two of you argued over this the entire dinner and when the bill came, Miguel snatched it up before you could, settling the matter then and there. You were pouty, crossing your arms over your chest in a way that only pronounced the shape of them. Miguel almost felt like a pervert looking at you. Not only a friend and colleague’s daughter, but a woman half his age. He had every reason to brush you off and leave everything as is.

You caught him in the act, stealing looks at your breast when your father was distracted. His jaw working as he chewed the inside of his cheek. Then he glanced up and his eyes caught yours. This one look changed everything. Everything you both thought the other was completely unaware of, the lustful little glances the two of you would toss back and forth without the other one knowing— unfolded right there.

Miguel immediately looked away, his hand coming to rub his chin stressfully, his brows furrowed as he nodded along to what your father was saying. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was flustered. You caught him and everything you both had been pushing away with all the reasons you shouldn’t want each other are now broken down. Why not go all the way with it?

Miguel felt your foot against his leg, pushing up the leg of his pants to feel his skin against yours. He glanced back at you to find you were already looking at him with eyes questioning what he would do about your indiscretion.

Nothing. The answer was nothing. There wasn’t much he could do in the moment.

Getting your father home was the hard part. He didn’t drink alcohol too often but when he did, he drank a lot. Plus tonight was a celebration, you all had a few drinks but neither of you were as drunk as him. Miguel could handle him on his own but the only way you were getting home was by way of Miguel himself. You had all carpooled to the restaurant meaning you would all have to do the same back.

“Do you need help getting him in?” Miguel asks as you get into your father’s home, ready to take him to bed. You look back at him. “Why? You think I can’t do it on my own.” He rolls his eyes at you as you walk off, supporting your father’s weight over your shoulder. It wasn’t an easy job but you managed to get him into bed to which he completely passed out upon his head hitting the pillow, snoring as he always did since you were a child.

You came back out with a heavy sigh, dragging your hand down your face. When you opened your eyes, you found Miguel looking at a few photos your father had hanging up of you. He was staring a one in particular, you at your college graduation. Your smile was shining and proud, yet exhausted.

“You majored in…”

“Cybersecurity.” You finish for him, slowly making your way closer to him. It was clear you two were trying to figure out where to go from here. You both know now. So do you act on it? Do you pretend it isn’t there until they go away? There’s a lot of reasons why you both shouldn’t, why you should just leave it alone, but in a situation like this—with the desire you two have for each other—reason doesn’t matter. “So watch what your say to me or I’ll absolutely fuck up your home security system and your AI.”

“You talk such big game for a spoiled brat.”

“So do you for a perverted old man who likes to stare at the tits of a girl half your age.” You shoot back quickly before you can bite your tongue. Miguel turns his head away, his ears turning blush pink. Who knew he got so flustered so easily? Why not push it a little further?

"How long have you been wanting to fuck me, Miguel? When we first met?" You tease, approaching even further. "Did you take one look at me and think about what you would do to me if you had that chance?"

"Y/N…" Miguel still didn't look at you but his voice dripped with warning. His tone told you to tread carefully because you might not like what comes next but you were sure that much wasn't true.

"I did." You admit to him, your hand now against the curve of his back. His muscles were firm and well-built. "I saw you and could only think about how much I wanted you to break me in half."

Miguel grabbed you suddenly by the throat and at a moment's notice had his lips against yours. His hand was so big, he could have broken your neck right then and there if he wanted to. He had to lean over to kiss you, he was so much larger than you. He kissed you with the fever and passion of someone who's desperate, who's been wanting to do this for a long, long time.

Something parallel to a growl erupted from his throat as he kissed you, licked the inside of your lips as you opened up for him and let him have his way. Your hands wrap around his wrist as his fingers squeeze softly at the sides of your throat, leaving you lightheaded and delirious but that could also be from the fact that you finally know what his lips taste like.

"Miguel." You murmur against his lips. "Miguel, please."

"Shh, mía carina. You don't want your father to hear you." His tongue traced your bottom lip languidly before sinking his teeth into your supple flesh. You placed your tongue against his, wanting nothing more than to have his saliva in your mouth, taste him for all he had to offer. "Or would you? Wouldn't that be something? I wonder who he'd be more upset at."

You wanted his cock in any way you could take it. You were hungry for it, desperate for it. Your hands grabbed at the hem of his shirt before teasing at his belt buckle. "Please." You whispered and looked up at him with innocent eyes that belied the intent of your plea. You didn't wait for an answer as you undid his belt, taking it upon yourself to answer for him.

Miguel didn't protest, though he did glance up towards the stairs knowing your father was only a few dozen feet away. He looked back down at you. "You have no shame, do you?" He placed his hand on your head and began to push you down until you were on your knees in front of him.

You were salivating at just the thought of having him in your mouth, licking your lips and you continued to undo his pants. Just the outline of him was enough to leave you shuddering with anticipation. Miguel was petting your head, letting you take your time with it all.

You’re startled by the size of him but what were you expecting. Everything about him was huge, brom his shoulders to his hands which crept this veins from his forearms. A slightly darker brown and riddled with veins that pulsed with the blood rushing to his length. You liked his happy trail that led to the neatly trimmed hair at the base of his cock. You wondered how you might fit him in your mouth, better yet how you would fit him in your pussy. The thought made you entrance squeeze, him trying to bully his cock into you without regard.

Miguel wrapped a hand around himself and stroked a few times, squeezing out pearly beads of precum. He tapped the tip against your plush lips, smearing his precum against your lips, leaving them shiny and sticky. “Open up for me, muñeca.” You wanted to deny him, make things difficult for him because you liked the way his control seemed to slip, but you’d be denying yourself this honor and you weren’t sure how long this might last.

You opened your mouth and let your tongue rest against your bottom lip. You looked up at Miguel from hooded eyes as he slapped his weeping tip on your soft muscle. He shuddered softly as he slipped his cock into your mouth and the wet cavity of your mouth engulfed him. "That's it– mhn. Just relax." He eased his way further but you could only take a fraction of his length before he hit the back of your throat.

His hand was on the back of your head, holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail. "Go ahead and take it." What you couldn't fit in your mouth, you wrapped your hand around and began to stroke, using your saliva as lube, while your free hand slid between your legs to touch yourself. Your panties were soaked with arousal and you circled your fingers over your clit, using the fabric as friction.

It was sloppy. Your spit coated the length of his shaft and dripped from the corners of your mouth. You kept your jaw slack and let Miguel use your mouth as he pleased. His hands held your head in place, one in your hair and the other under your jaw against your neck to feel the way his dick created its own space in your throat.

You looked so pretty with your mouth stuffed with him, tears making your mascara run down your cheeks as you choked on his cock. You were taking it so well, your tongue tracing the slit of his head in a way that makes Miguel nearly double over. “Fuck, mía carina. Fuck, fuck, fuck—” he presses his pelvis forward a little move. He liked the way you sounded sucking his cock, the wetness, the gurgling and choking, the way you whined on it.

Just because he wasn’t pushing himself all the way in didn’t mean he was being easy or kind on you. “Imagine how disappointed your dad would be knowing his little girl sucks dick like a champ.” He fucked your mouth like it was his own personal fleshlight, cooing about how pretty you were. “Look at you, baby. My pretty girl. You can take more, I know you can.” Miguel forced you down further and you gagged and choked, more tears streaming down your cheeks. Your hand tightens around the rest of his cock. He held you there for a moment, watching as you struggled before letting you go.

You fell back onto the feels of your feet, gasping for air. A string of saliva kept you connected until it thinned and soon broke. As soon as you caught your breath, you kissed his tip before doing the same down the underside of your length in more sloppy, wet kisses. Miguel continued to pet your head with a sly smile. “Good little cock slut, aren’t you?”

You kiss him everywhere, down his happy trail, leaving red marks against his warm brown naval, destined to blossom into roses of purple and blue, against his length, his balls. You take him into your mouth again and bob your head in fast, fluid motions. You're too good at this, Miguel thinks and the thought of you on someone else’s dick besides his own pisses him off. He knows it shouldn’t, that the two of you shouldn’t be doing this to begin with, but god, he can’t help it.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, muñeca.” Miguel groaned softly. "And you're gonna take it, aren't you?" He could feel it, his orgasm creating over the horizon. His muscles contracted and his grip on your hair tightened. You stroked his sensitive tip with your tongue, tracing the underside of the head and up to the tip. You wanted it so bad and Miguel could tell, more than happy to give it to you.

You watch in delight as his eyes closed and he bit his lip to stop himself from being too loud, sniffling his groan. He shivered one last time before his seed coated the inside of your mouth in thick spurts of white. You swallowed quickly in fear of choking and left yourself no time to savor his taste.

You lick him clean, suckling on his head a little because you liked the way he had to place his hand on the wall to keep himself stable. When you were done, Miguel grabbed you by the chin and forced you to look up at him. You knew you looked like a sloppy whore with your streaking mascara, drool making your lips and chin, and his cum gathered at the corners of your lips.

He used the rough pad of his thumb to wipe up the cum and push it back into your mouth, weighing the digit against your tongue. He was still hard, angrily so, and the only way to satiate his hunger was to have you, right here, right now. Damn if you father hears you, damn if he comes down, damn if he kills Miguel.

“Get up.” Miguel makes you stand on your feet. His hands grasp at every inch of you clad in your little dress. You don’t have much time to process before you’re in front of a vanity littered in old family pictures. You should feel some sort of shame, but Miguel tugging at the hem of your dress is rather distracting.

He shoved it up to your waist and pulled your panties to the side to expose your soaking pussy as you brace your hands against the edge of the table. You whimper at the way he dragged the tip of his cock between the puffy lips of your pussy, from front to back to front again, his head taking turns stroking your clit and your gushing entrance.

“You think it’ll fit?” Miguel glanced between you and your pretty pussy as he guided his tip into you. You inhaled sharply, biting your lip to contain the whine that threatened to wake your father upstairs. He gave you no moment of rest as he pushed inch after excruciating inch into you and you could do absolutely nothing about it except take it. He stretched you to size, forced himself a space in your body that no one else would be able to fill. Every vein was felt dragging against your walls.

You let out a strangled moan that might have been a little too loud. Miguel placed his hand over your mouth and paused for a moment, listening. Your father’s obnoxious snoring could still be heard from upstairs.

“Keep quiet now. You’re gonna get us in trouble.” Miguel thrusted his hips towards you, pushing the rest of his length into you until his pelvis was pressed flush against you as some sort of sick punishment. You cry out against his hand, back arching.

Miguel drew his hips back at a slow, torturous pace. “Look at me, muñeca.” He panted into your ear. He waited for you to raise your gaze to meet his before shoving his cock right back into you without a single ounce of mercy in his eyes. He wanted to make it as hard as possible to keep quiet. Maybe the risk of being caught was what made this all the better, the illicitness of your actions. Everyone wants so desperately for what they cannot have.

“Don’t take your eyes off of me, pretty girl. Keep looking at me, just-” he grunted as he fucked into you harder. “Just… let me fuck this little pussy. Just once.” If once was all he would get, then so be it. But he knew himself, he should have never started in the first place because now, all he would think about was the next time he could get you alone.

He pounded your pussy like no other, like you had done him wrong, like you owed him this, like it belonged to him. The cloth of his jeans kept the sounds of your lewd actions muffled, the wet creamy sound that expelled from you every time he claimed you as his own.

He muttered obscenities into your ear. “So— mmh…fuck—so fucking good. God, this pussy is mine now, you got that?” His fingers grasped your hips so hard you had no doubt in your mind they would leave bruises in the morning. You can see in the mirror the way his eyes flutter but you, you were seeing stars.

Your family pictures clattered around you, making you flinch at each and every last one, but Miguel didn’t seem to care. “Look at that.” He nods down between your bodies. You follow suit, watch the way you hole stretches to accommodate his eyes with each stroke of his cock. He pauses for a moment you adjust your position, slipping his arms beneath your knees before lifting you up completely as an impressive show of strength. You wrap your arms around his neck to keep yourself up and somehow, the close proximity made this all the more intimate.

Miguel fucked you like he meant it, like this wasn’t just a one time thing, like this was anything more than lust and sexual infatuation. You buried your face in the crook of his neck to muffle your cries of divine pleasure. “Miguel, Miguel, Miguel.” His name was a sacred prayer on your lips as you pleaded for his mercy. “I’m so close.” You whispered before leaning back to look him in the eyes.

It was then that Miguel realized just how young you were. You’re eyes held that youthful glow of someone who had everything going for them. What the fuck was he doing? He had already lived his life. Why was he trying to take the rest of yours away from you?

You held on to him so tightly as you came, your fingers in his hair, a slight sob from your lips as the feeling was so overwhelming that you simply had to cry. Miguel held on to you too, pet your head softly and told you that everything was okay. He held you through it because that’s what you needed right now despite all his regrets.

You two had no time to just sit in this, the mess you’ve made. You two pere quick to make yourselves decent again just in case your father woke up at some point. You were busy putting the picture frames back in their rightful place when Migeul finally broke the long stretch of silence between you two.

“We shouldn’t have-”

“I know.” You speak quickly.

“It has nothing to do with you.”

You roll your eyes and finally turn to look at him. “Yeah, that’s what they all say.”

Miguel rubbed his temple stressfully. There are reasons boundaries are in place so that lines like this don’t get blurred. “I’m 20 years older than you, Y/N. I have a daughter of my own.” You shake your head. “Bold move to bring up your daughter after you just got done banging your friend’s daugh-”

“My point—” He’s quick to interrupt you before you can go any further down that road. No father wants to think of things like that. “My point is that you have your whole life ahead of you and you’re too young for me. I’m too old for you. This can’t happen again.” His voice tells you that the decision is finally, the period to end the sentencing. You don’t like that.

“I’m a grown woman who can make my own decisions. I get to decide who’s too old for me and it’s not you. So what if you have a kid? Majority of the population does.”

“And your dad?” How would that possibly go over with him? He finds out his best friend if fucking his daughter and he’ll flip like any good father would. “This can only end in disaster, Y/N. You know it, I know it. Why are we even humoring this idea? This is it. No more of this. We got it out of our system so we can move on.” He didn’t want to raise his voice. He definitely didn’t want to use that voice. The dad voice, the same one he uses when he tells Gabriella to go finish her homework. Makes him feel like more of a creep than he already does.

You’d be a dead liar if you said you weren’t hurt. You knew he was right, that nothing about this was right or okay and the only outcome to any of this was absolute disaster, but that didn’t soothe any of the pain in the slightest. You cross your arms over your chest and cast your eyes down at your feet to hide the tears swelling at your lash line. “If you just wanted to get your dick wet, you could have just said that.”

“This is what I mean. You’re immature. That’s not what I said.”

“Could you just fucking leave already?” You snap at him with a biting venom that stings. Your eyes are already growing puffy and red. “Just go for fucks sake. You got what you wanted so leave.”

Miguel opened his mouth to say something, anything to come in his own defense or to even comfort you. He didn’t want any of this to happen. What was there to say? Anything he let leave his lips would find away to sound bad to your ears. It was better to just do as you asked.

“I’m sorry. I really am.”

“Fuck you.”

Miguel sighed and grabbed his eyes out of his pocket to leave.

What the fuck did you two do?

[catherinnn]

Exes with benefits

summary: Exes to fuck-buddies to lovers. After a year of trying to get over each other, you meet again purely by coincidence and aren't able to resist temptation. But still, you weren't going to date him again, it was all for the sake of how good you were together, or at least that's what you told yourself.

warnings: SMUT +18, pnv, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, degradation & praise kink, switch! Eddie (but mostly dom! Eddie), jealously, alcohol and drinking, language.

words: 5k

Eddie and you had been broken up over a year now. And it hadn’t been your best year, it wasn’t like you spent it crying the whole time, but the expectation of being newly single was different than the reality. You didn’t go out every single weekend and made out with a different guy every night out, you hadn’t had a proper date in months and you haven’t had sex in an embarrassing amount of time. But it wasn’t like it was the worse year either, you became really good friends with Robin and Nancy, who before used to be only acquaintances, you got a raise at the café where you worked, and you really learnt to be more by yourself and actually enjoy it.

That’s why tonight you were going to have dinner out by yourself. You started doing it sometimes to out for coffee and just sat there alone reading, it was so comforting that every now and then you needed it, and tonight felt like one of those times.

“Hello there, can I help you?” the waiter at the entrance said to you.

“Hi, yes, I’d like a table for one please?”

“We will have one available in about 20 minutes, would you like to wait at the bar?” he offered.

“Yes, that’d be great”

You sat at the bar and ordered yourself a drink, it surprised you sometimes how the barmen wouldn’t ask for your ID any longer, did you really look like 21? It wasn’t that you weren’t, because you did turned 22 a few months ago, but you didn’t know if it was a good thing to look your age, your mom had always told you that it was better to look younger than to look your age. You decided to stop thinking about it that much because it could turn into a new insecurity really quickly.

When you got out of your own thoughts for a second and started to look around, you were welcomed by a very familiar face. Eddie was sat at the bar too, a few seats next to yours, you saw him looking at you too and a surprised expression on his face showed up later to be changed by a smile and a hand-wave. You waved back but then saw how he stood up with his beer on his hand and walked over to you.

“Hey!” he greeted you.

“Hi, Eds” It slipped out of you, the nickname, it was what you always called him, but that was while you were dating, you didn’t know if it was too affectionate to use it now, you actually didn’t know anything about how to treat him now, after everything, where you supposed to forget about anything that happened between you two and just act like he’s a friend who you say hello to every time you see him? It wasn’t that you wanted to ignore him but that did sound less awkward than this fake niceties. I guess this is the price you pay after such a long relationship, where the confidence between both of you used to be the biggest you’ve ever had with anyone. After three years and a half of heaven. No one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you, and you know you’ve hurt him too.

“What were you doing here?” he asks while sitting down on the bench seat next to yours. This took you out a little, was he really going to stay here and talk as if nothing? Have a drink together? You didn’t know how to feel about that, you liked to see him but you had a feeling you shouldn’t like it.

“I just felt like going out for dinner tonight, nothing special, and you?”

“Well, I did make plans with Gareth to come have dinner together but I’m starting to think he stood me up”

“Oh, wait, really?” you laughed.

“Yeah,” he laughed too. “I was about to call him actually and ask what happened, but then I saw you… and got a little distracted” was the comment a little flirty or was it your imagination trying to trick you?

“Oh, well, sorry for the distraction, you can still call him if you need”

“Yeah, will you wait a second? I’ll be right back”

“Yeah, sure” and he went to ask the waiter for the phone, after a few minutes you saw him hung up and walk back to you.

“Well, turns up he’s not gonna make tonight, do you mind if I… stay here with you or is it too much?” he asked and you could detect the hope on his face and his voice. Also his attempt to evade the puppy eyes he gave you every time he wanted something. You thought twice about your answer, you should say no and avoid a potential awkward evening, but at same time you were a little curious.

“Sure, why not? I’d be good to catch up, right?” you gave him a smile and he smiled back, sitting down and ordering more drinks for you two.

The night went on with a lot of more drinks for you two, and fortunately for you, this helped to get out of the awkward phase, but maybe a little too out of the phase.

“Wait wait, but I wanna know, Steve, did anything happened with him after us?” he asked in between you laughter after you confessed you always felt a little jealous over his deals with Chrissy. “Cause I swear, he had crush on you”

“He sooooo did not!” you said trying to stop laughing. “But you know who did had a crush on me back then? Dustin”

“Oh my god, he so did!” he laughed harder. “I remember he used to get all nervous when you came to our meetings, and blushed every time we kissed or when I talked about you”

“Anyway, that was before that bitch Suzie stole his attention” you joked faking annoyance but then when Eddie started laughing your lips went upwards again and a giggle escaped.

And after even more drinks were ordered by the two of you, Eddie had the idea to dance to the great songs the bar was playing, since there was a space to dance and some couples were swinging to the music.

He took your hand and walked over there. Then his other hand went to your waist and yours went to his neck while the both of you laughed at the way you were dancing. Then, he pulled you closer and didn’t break the eye-contact, faces inches away from each other and you think you never felt hotter.

The next morning presented itself with you waking up with an important headache, not really able to open your eyes from all the light in the room. You sat down and slowly started to see more. Like the window on the wall next to you and the Corroded Coffin poster next to it.

Wait, Corroded Coffin?

This was Eddie’s room, you realized.

Looking down next to you on the bed, you saw him asleep on his stomach but his face turned to your side, his hair a mess. You looked down to your body and were met with that the only thing you were wearing was the tangled sheets on his bed, under that…nothing.

Flashes of last night came back to you, the kiss at the dancefloor, the kiss on his car on the way here, all the kisses that were shared from the front door to his bedroom door, and all the kisses that happened after that on his bed, and the memory of those kisses that weren’t only on the lips but on the rest of your bodies who were all too familiar with each other.

Eddie moved next to you, he opened his eyes slowly and was met by the sight of you tangled in his sheets with him, your hair was messy and your neck and chest were covered in hickeys. He smirked proudly.

“Morning” he said with his raspy morning voice.

“Yeah, hi” you responded and started looking for your clothes.

“Come back here, stay a little longer” he pouted and released his best puppy eyes that he had tried so hard to hold back last night when he asked you if he could stay.

“Stay? Eddie, how are you not freaking out about this?” you questioned him.

“What’s there to freak out about? The reason why we stopped doing this in the first place?” he said sarcastically

“The reason is because we broke up! We’re no longer dating so we shouldn’t be doing this anymore” you said seriously.

“Says who? Cause if they felt like we did last night, they’d change their minds”

“Well, I’m not” you stood up and put on your shirt and underwear.

“Hey, don’t go” he asked while getting up and tried to stop you from finding your pants.

“Eddie, this is not going to change because of last night” you signaled between you and him referring to your relationship.

“Why not? You felt it, you were there! You don’t just have that with anyone”

You didn’t answer and picked up you pants that were under the chair of his desk, and put them on.

“We can’t just forget about this” he fought.

“Well, we’re gonna have to try” you simply said and walked out of his house.

The rest of the day followed slowly, you didn’t like it when you were wrong, and you liked it even less when you had to admit that you were, but Eddie was right. You couldn’t stop thinking about last night. The memory of his lips on yours, on your neck, on your chest, on your breasts. His touch everywhere, like the way you could still feel his hands on your hips while you sat on top of him, probably leaving bruises on either side of your hips, you didn’t dare to see, it would just add fuel to the fire that was your body right now.

The next morning you heard a knock on the door, when you opened to check who it was, the person entered your house before you could kick him out. Eddie, of course.

“Please, do come in” you joked.

“Sorry, but I wanted to talk to you, that’s why I didn’t call before, cause I knew you’d hung up”

“You should take the hint maybe”

“Please, just think about it! Give it another chance, Princess, we’re so good together” He walked closer to you.

“I-I don’t know, Eddie”

“Could you forget about last night? Like you said we should” he asked you.

“Well, it’s only been a day-“

“But could you forget about it for even a second of your day?”

“You’re so dramatic”

 “Don’t change the subject, princess” he mocked, but he was right, again. And not only did you hate the fact that he was right, that you weren’t able to focus on anything else now, but also you hated the way you could feel your panties get wet at the sound of that nickname he just called you. And also, how pretty did he look begging before?

“You can’t stop thinking about it even now” he whispered and softly pulled you closer to him, really close. “Are you thinking about how this hickeys ended up here?” he made a path with the touch of his fingers from your neck to the valley of your breasts. “Or how my hands felt holding you again, touching you everywhere again? How they held you while you jumped on my cock again? And moaned into my mouth cause we couldn’t stop kissing? How deep I was inside of you and how fucking hot it was?”

He touched his lips with yours to give you time to pull back, but when you didn’t, he kissed you, slowly and passionate. One of his hands on the back of your neck and the other moved down to your ass while yours pulled his hair just how he likes it, he moans into your mouth. He bites you lower lip as he gives you his biggest smirk, you pull him down to you again and start making out with your guidance.

“Fuck” he moans as he pulls out of you and lays down next to you on the couch, both trying to catch your breaths.

“My god” you sigh and pass your fingers through your hair.

He looks at you and smiles. “You look so hot I could do this even one more time” he tries put you stop him.

“We’ve already came three times, give me a rest!” you laugh.

“See what I told you? We’re so good together”

“You sound so cheesy” you mock him and he laughs too. “We can keep doing it, but I don’t want anything romantic, not a relationship, just… two exes… enjoying…how good they are together” you find trouble trying to define whatever you wanted to be.

“Exes with benefits” he jokes.

“Yeah” you laugh.

Thanks to this new agreement with Eddie, you didn’t only get the mind-blowing sex, but also, this meant that you could hang out with the whole group again. In your relationship with Eddie, you became good friends with the kids and you had to admit that you missed them after the break up, but they were Eddie’s friends first and you had to respect that.

But now, when you were certain that neither you nor Eddie would be awkward hanging out, you decided to accept Steve’s invitation to join him taking the kids out for pizza. He had warned you that Eddie would be there too and you let him know that it didn’t matter.

He picked you up telling you that Eddie was in charge of picking the rest of the kids up.

“So, you sounded pretty sure over the phone when you told me that it didn’t matter to see Eddie again” he said keeping his eyes on the road.

“Yeah, don’t worry, I was gonna have to see him again eventually if I wanted to still hang out with you guys, and I felt that it was about time now” you lied.

“That’s really mature of you, I’m not used to that” he joked.

“You’re one to talk” you joked back.

“Hey!” you both laughed. “But you know, Eddie gave me a similar response when I asked him if it was ok to invite you”

“Oh, did he?”

“Yeah, he said that it was only fair since you haven’t seen the kids in a while and they miss you too”

“Ohhh, do they?” you changed the subject so he wouldn’t think about you and Eddie too much.

“Are you kidding? They’re always telling me that you were so much more fun than me” You laughed again.

When you got to there you had to wait a few minutes because obviously, this is Eddie we’re talking about and he’s always late, so after they all arrived, the boys gave you a big hug, it surprised you that Max also came along, she was secretly your favorite, and she knew that.

The night went on great for you, you never realized just how much you missed them until tonight. Obviously, you had to act a little distant towards Eddie, it had to seem believable.

But Eddie was not having his best night, not because you two had to act distant, but because the waiter you had tonight wouldn’t stop flirting with you, every single time he came over to table.

The first time he came to give you all the menu, he would only look at you while he talked, then when after he took your order he winked at you before leaving, he also asked for your name, but only yours! Not even anyone else’s at the table! But what was definitely too much for the evening was when he asked for your number.

It was when you all stoop up from the table and walked to the door.

“Oh, could I ask you just one thing before you leave?” he asked you.

“Yes, of course” you answered.

“Could I- ask for your number?” he said kind of nervous.

“Oh” you were surprised and of course all the group behind you heard, they were probably paying even more attention to the waiter’s question than you. “Sure, yeah”

Eddie could feel the stares of his friends while you wrote your number on a napkin for the other guy. It was indeed an awkward moment for him, but not for the reasons they thought. It wasn’t because his ex-girlfriend was giving her number to someone in front of him, but because his ex-girlfriend with benefits — as you had defined your relationship now — was giving someone else her number and he couldn’t do anything to stop you, not now nor later when you’re alone, he couldn’t just tell you that he was mad because of that, the agreement was: this is not a relationship, this is just fucking. So he just had to swallow all of his jealousy.

But he wasn’t the only one with this problem. It happened a few weeks after, Steve was going to a party some senior was throwing and invited you with Eddie, Robin and Nancy.

The night had started rather greatly, Eddie had come over to your house an hour before the party, said he wanted to "help you pick the outfit" but it was just his excuse to see you dressing and undressing and also modeling the outfits.

"I prefer the other dress, the black one" he gave his opinion from your bed, laid there watching you.

"Of course you like the black one better" you commented remembering that it's his favorite color.

"You look more metal" he joked. You laughed and took the dress off, you could feel his eyes staring at you, and you turned around and looked back at him.

"What?" you asked innocently.

"Come here" he whispered.

You walked to him with a smug smile and straddled him. "Hi"

"Hey, pretty girl" his hands start caressing your legs, thighs, hips, waist.

You lowered yourself on him and kissed him, his hands go to your ass and moves you. You can feel his hard-on through your underwear and through his pants.

"Eds, wait" you interrupted. "We don't have much time, I still have to get dressed and do my hair and make-up-"

"I'll be so quick, baby" He cuts you to then unbutton his pants and lowers them with his boxers, he moves your panties to the side and touches your cunt with one of his fingers. "Are you always this wet for me? Always ready for me to use you whenever I want?"

And you almost moan at his words, you nod your head and he laughs.

He passes the tip of his cock through your folds covering it with your slick. "Ready?"

"Yeah, please"

"Mmmh" he moans as he enters you slowly.

"Ohh" you moan when he is fully inside. He starts moving you up and down on his cock, guiding your movements and honestly that's exactly what you wanted right now, just him using you.

"Fuck, that's right baby, God, feels so good" he groans, you can't stop your moaning as he increases the speed, he grabs your hips and keeps you in place as he stars moving his pelvis up and down, thrusting into you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, play with your clit, princess, do that for me please" he tells you and you obey. You throw your head back and moan his name amongst some other curses and nonsense.

"Yeah? Are you about to cum, baby?"

"Yes! Eddie!"

His breath begins to uneven even more than before as he enjoys the sight of you jumping on top of him, your tits bouncing in your black laced bra and you pretty face as you're cuming on his cock. He feels your walls clenching around him and that's enough to make him cum inside you, creaming all of your walls and filling you up, moaning and grunting your name.

You laid on top of him, your head on his chest and his hands holding you so you don’t fall, both breathing heavily.

“I’ll clean you up now so you can put on that pretty little black dress, and put on some make-up, maybe that red lipstick you know it’s my favorite, and then we can get going, right?” he asks, you nod your head not being able to form words just yet.

After you got cleaned-up and ready, you got in the car and drove there, when you arrived and walked in, you quickly greeted Nancy and Robin who were later joined by Steve.

You passed the first few hours doing shots and playing games, that’s how you ended celebrating with Robin because you had won a game of beer-pong against two other guys you didn't really know. Then you two walked back into the kitchen to pour yourselves another cup and went to the living room — where most people were. You were chatting and dancing with her when you saw Eddie at a corner of the room talking to a blonde girl, he was laying his back against the wall with her in front of him, smiling, laughing, and clearly flirting.

You tried to ignore them and the uncomfortable feeling in your belly this had caused you. Since you and Eddie aren't dating — you had made that very clear — you weren't going to let yourself suffer or let this give you any kind of reaction whatsoever. You kept dancing with Robin as if nothing happened but every time you glanced over at him again, you could see that they were much more closer that before and she had started to play with his hair while they kept laughing.

Fuck, there's that uncomfortable feeling again.

You wanted to go over there and push her from him, and then ask him what the fuck does he think he's doing. But then obviously, you didn't. You just drank some more until you were properly drunk and danced some more until Steve offered you and Robin a ride home. You didn't see Eddie again that night, luckily for you. Because when you woke up the next morning and started thinking about it again, you came to the conclusion that if you had seen him again while you were that drunk, you would have probably said something that you would now be regretting.

So luckily, you just woke up with a hungover, no regrets and decided that you weren't in any place to feel jealous, he had every right to flirt with others girls, even if it was right in front of you. It's too bad that you had declined the waiter’s offer to go out last Friday, but then again, he wasn't really your type, and you would only be doing that to get even.

Because of course this was all just an attempt to convince yourself that you didn't care what Eddie did outside of your little affair, and an attempt to make you stop thinking about the blond girl so close and touchy with him. But luckily, you were able to ignore that uncomfortable feeling in your gut for a little longer.

A few weeks after that, everything went back to normal for you both, or as much as normal it could be to be having an affair with your ex-boyfriend. So this weekend, after Eddie had told you that he was going to be busy, you invited your friends to sleep over.

"Did he really ask for your number?" you asked Nancy surprised.

"Even after I told him I have a boyfriend, he kept asking and asking"

"What a dick" Robin commented. "But for what I have heard, there's another one who's also having a lot of game lately" she said signaling to you.

"What are you on about now?" you asked her.

"Steve might have told me that a certain waiter flirted with you the whole night and then he asked for your number"

"Oh, god, he’s such a snitch!”

"Not only that, but the waiter even did all of this in front of Eddie" she finally said, Nancy gasped and your face went red.

"And you gave it to him?"

"What was I supposed to do? I can't say no, it would have been so awkward"

"For him! What does that have to do with you?"

"I don't know, it just felt weird"

"And Eddie didn't do anything?" Nancy asked.

"And what would he do? He's not her boyfriend anymore" Robin responded before you could.

"I don't know, it must have been weird for him" Nancy insisted.

"I think he's gotten over it at the party with that blonde girl who couldn't keep her hands off of him" you said before thinking about it, it just escaped off of your mouth. The girls looked at you with a funny expression and you got even redder. "Sorry, umm... should I get more ice-cream? I'll go downstairs to grab it" you quickly offered to change the subject.

What you weren't expecting, neither did the girls in your room, nor the boy climbing up your window to sneak into your room: was what ending up happening.

"Surpriiiii-" Eddie started before he could put his feet on the ground and turned around from your window.

He stopped when he saw that it wasn't you that was on the bed, and the girls who actually were there stared at him with surprise.

When you went upstairs to announce that you only had strawberry left, you were indeed surprised too.

"Hi..." Eddie said nervously when he saw you. "I- didn't know you had company"

"Wwwwhat is he doing here?" Robin asked amused.

"Umm, he's..." you tried while he looked at you as if asking you what to do. Only if you knew.

"Don't try to lie to us" Nancy warned.

"Fuck" you sighed and gave up.

"I'm sorry" Eddie said to you as if ignoring the other girls would make them disappear.

"What are you doing here anyways? You said you had plans" you asked getting angry.

"Jeff canceled, so I thought I could sneak in and surprise you?"

"It would have been very clever to call before!"

"Then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore"

"I didn't want a surprise-"

"Okaaaaay" Robin interrupted. "Stop fighting and explain yourselves"

"Uh, okay, we- are- ummm" you tried.

"Back together?" Nancy tried to help.

"No!" you quickly denied.

"No need to act so disgusted about it" He added.

"I'm not! It's just- what did you call us the other day?"

"Exes with benefits" he said and the girls looked as if they couldn't decide whether to be excited or to laugh at the situation.

"You're both idiots, that's what you are" Robin finally ended it. "Is he going to join us for the sleep over?" She asked you.

"Can I?" He asked you too.

"Ugh, fine" you sighed.

Of course you ended up explaining how it happened and of course you expected them to tell the rest of the group all about the news. What you didn’t know is what happened now, do you keep doing it but without hiding? That sounded a little too serious. So when Eddie met with you at your house again a few days after that, you knew you had to talk.

"Steve and Dustin already interrogated me" he announced.

"I know, Max and Lucas did the same to me" you told him. "I don't know Eddie"

"What?" he asked confused.

"How does this continue? What does this mean for us?"

"Does anything have to change?"

"I don't know... do you want it to change?"

He took a few seconds before answering, like he was debating something in his head.

"Alright, don't freak out, but this wasn't exactly what I wanted from the beginning" he confessed and you did in fact started to freak out.

"Wait, what?!"

"No, no, no, wait! I didn't mean it like that, I just- listen, when I first saw you again in that restaurant I got so fucking excited, I wanted to spend the rest of the night with you, cause if I didn't I got this feeling that I was going to regret it”

"But... you did spent it with me" you said confused.

"Do you remember that I told you that Gareth had stood me up, and that I called him to ask him?" you nodded. "I actually had called him to ask him to not come at all, he had told me that he was running late but I told him that you were in the restaurant too and you were alone and that if I didn't get a chance to talk to you again I would regret it my whole life"

It was your turn to take a few minutes to think, to take in this new information.

“And what do you actually want?”

"I want to get back together. I don't only want the sex. I want a relationship too" he admitted.

"And why did you agree if you knew that I didn't want that?"

"I thought I should take the opportunity, even if it wasn't completely what I wanted, it was still you. That and I was kind of hoping I could make you fall for me again"

You slowly shook your head wondering how you didn’t see this coming, it sounded so… Eddie.

"Could I?" he whispered.

"My God, Munson" you sighed. "You are unbelievable"

He softly smiled and suddenly you ran to him, jumping so he could catch you and take you in his arms. You stared at each other only to make yourself surer that this was the right decision. So then you softly grabbed his cheeks and kissed him.

And after the first news your friends got that you two were having an affair, came the second news that you were finally back together, and with that, a second interrogation from every one of your friends. But this time, they were sure you were doing the right thing.

[mirrow-hamato]

In the brozone fell au is any of branches brothers worried that something is going to happen to branch in the future?(because in my understanding I’m this au branch is only 6 but I could be wrong)

Oh! It's so nice that you asked, mate!

Actually in first au idea Branch supposed to be 6 years old. But then i changed my mind and now their ages are different.

Like for example:

John Dory - 41

Bruce - 40

Clay - 33

Floyd - 27

And Branch is now 21/22.

About the question. Yes, his brothers really care about him (i would rather say, sometimes he's the only thing that sticks them together. He's their little sunshine.)

First time when Branch get out of the bunker he was 12. But he was accompanied by Floyd and they didn't get too much far away. Branch was "allowed" to walk around in village without being watched only at his 18. But he wasn't too much minding that.

Each of brother really cares about him and sometimes teaching him some stuff.

Like John - climbing/hunting.

Bruce - cooking and etc home work stuff. (After Branch first time told about Poppy he was the one who give him some advices )

Clay - taught him simple methods of self-defense, and he also taught him to read when he was a kid. They both are big fan of detectives and fantasy. (But Clay more enjoys suffering and bad endings meanwhile Branch trying to avoid the sad books)

And Floyd learn him being patient, careful and at same time not being scared of who he really is. Floyd is always the first brother who ready to listen all of his worries and problems. (Also the most overprotective one).

Hope it was interesting! (Have a lil spoiler for the drawing I'm making now.)

[youbutstupid]

The BAU ruined Reid’s life and he has every right to separate himself from them

He was a teenager when he met Gideon and he had hopes and dreams that had nothing to do with law enforcement. He had PHDs in engineering, maths and chemistry showing that he clearly wanted to go into something more scientific. He said that he wanted to cure schizophrenia by the time he was 25 so he clearly wanted to go into research and lab work

He went to Gideon’s lectures because he was interested and it was at that point that Gideon himself chose Reid to join the BAU when he was around 21/22 years old. I love Gideon, but this was one of the worst things he has ever done. This decision ruined Reid’s life and no one on the team seemed to question it

It’s important to establish that Reid went to Gideon’s lectures because he had an interest in profiling; that doesn’t mean being a profiler was his goal. He gained a BA in philosophy because he found it interesting but that doesn’t mean he wanted to be a philosopher, he’s intelligent, of course he will study things he is interested in because he can

So Reid joins the BAU, and it takes up all of his time. It takes over his entire life. He can’t meet people, and anyone he does meet is instantly in danger just by being associated with him. His only connections are with his older coworkers who all have lives and relationships away from him. He’s in his early 20s and he can’t have any life experiences, his childhood and teenage years were taken from him but now his early adulthood is being taken away too

@mindfullycriminal brought up a really good point on one of my posts which was a moment in season 2, where Reid says to Gideon ‘it’s all I was groomed for. I don’t know how to do anything else.’ He is 25 years old at this point, his life has been endangered multiple times, he’s been kidnapped and drugged and killed and brought back to life. He needs to escape but he can’t, because he’s trapped in this job. He’s done it from such a young age that he has forgotten how to do anything else

Do you know how tragic that is? This is a man who could learn anything he wanted in just a day, who could collect degrees like stamps yet this job has made it so that he has lost the ability to function unless he’s a profiler.

The word ‘groomed’ is really interesting because it gives insight into the fact that the FBI took advantage of him and his interest from a young age; they took him for his intelligence and didn’t once consider the effects this would have on someone so young. They put him into a job that would take over his entire life to the point where he couldn’t leave the job even if he wanted to, because he has become reliant on it

Later, when he’s 30, we see him talking to Emily and he has so many regrets. He talks about how he wanted to do more with his life, about how he wanted to cure schizophrenia by 25 but he’s not even been able to touch that research because he’s given his life to the BAU. He of course doesn’t leave after this, because he doesn’t know how. He has no identity anymore. His entire life since he was barely into adulthood has been this job to the point where he’s SSA Dr Spencer Reid and nothing else. He’s no one’s boyfriend or husband, no one’s father, he can only be his mother’s son when his cases take him to Vegas. The only thing he knows how to be is an agent and without it he’s nothing

Then by season 15, he has been poisoned, shot twice, kidnapped twice, held hostage multiple times, his girlfriend, his one chance of being normal, was killed in front of him and he’s been imprisoned. His character becomes a shell of itself. He’s done, when he gets kidnapped by the cult he doesn’t even try to fight them anymore, he doesn’t even seem scared. He’s spent almost half of his life in a job which has slowly killed him when he could have been following his dreams and having normal life experiences. Everyone saw this happening to him and no one questioned it, they just expected more and more from him and then got standoffish when he would act out because of it

The BAU were a family and they did their best to protect him, but he was a child who should have been finding his own family, he spent 40 years of his life having his life planned out for him and he deserved to get away and make his own path for once

[thalialunacy]

[for the @calaisreno May Prompts-a-Lot. cw: pensioner injury]

(1) (2) (3) 4: fall (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28) (29) (30) (31)

'I'm fine, I'm fine,' Mrs Hudson is insisting when John finally makes it downstairs. After setting a land-speed record in nappy changing, which had not woken Rosie up enough to object to being put into her cot (thank Christ), he had got to their landlady's side as soon as humanly possible.

'Causing trouble, Mrs H?' he asks lightly as he crouches down beside her. She's supine but Sherlock has fetched a decorative pillow, antique-looking lace peeking out from under her ear as she turns toward him.

'Oh, John dear, will you tell your young man to stop fussing?'

John glances at Sherlock. 'Nah,' he replies as he takes her carotid pulse and scans her frame for obvious injury. 'You know he only listens to me when it suits him, and right now it suits him to fuss. I cannot work miracles.' He gestures to the smaller pillow under her left wrist. 'May I?'

She nods, but he sees the worry in her eyes before she deploys her stiff upper lip. He examines the wrist as gently as possible, then gives Sherlock a small nod. The detective pulls out his phone as John continues. 'I'm afraid that'll need x-raying, Mrs Hudson. Is there anything else? Or did the wrist take most of it?'

He doesn't have to ask what happened; the fall risk increases far too quickly in one's later years, and there's a shattered vase slinging out a puddle of watery daffodils a few feet away.

'I'm afraid so,' she frets as John helps her sit up. 'I won't be able to bake you boys your--'

'Hush,' Sherlock says firmly, pocketing his phone again, call completed. 'That's why we have John. You and I will be twins now, you see?' He holds up his cast. 'And he won't be able to resist taking care of us, it's in his nature.'

'Yeah, all right, settle down,' John says dryly.

But Mrs Hudson clasps Sherlock's hand with her good one, nodding happily. 'Oh yes, it'll be good practice for when you're my age, after you've grown old together.'

John coughs, and can't stop his gaze from meeting Sherlock's, if only for a moment. Tension unspools across the space of things unsaid, and John has never been more relieved-- or cowardly-- to hear a horn sound at the kerb. 'I believe that's your ride?'

Her palm is on his cheek, cold and tissue-soft, and for a moment her eyes are so full of sympathy it makes his stomach churn. 'Thank you.' She turns to Sherlock. 'Both of you. My dear boys.'

John ducks his head, smiling. 'Would you like us to ring your sister, have her come down?'

She shakes her head. 'I'd like you to march right back upstairs and work out whatever it is that's got you tiptoeing around each other. Before I'm home from hospital.'

'Er. Right.' John feels his neck redden, and immediately escapes to open the front door. And in the usual controlled chaos of paramedics, he manages to avoid her gaze until the very last moment.

'Promise me,' she says before the ambulance doors close.

He's desperate to get her on her way, on several levels, so he opens his mouth, ready to say whatever it takes. He briefly considers crossing his fingers behind his back.

But Sherlock's voice preempts him. 'Of course we will, Mrs Hudson.' He lays his hand on the blanket, over her ankle, for a moment, and gives her one of his rare, genuine affectionate grins. 'Anything for you.'

'Good,' she says sweetly. Too sweetly. John eyes her, but all she does is smile at him. 'Now shoo.'

[❤️]

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA if I asked a coworker who works in a different department to leave my partner's family alone. I work at the same place as my partner's cousin's ex fiancee. He is the definition of creepy. To get one reason why I think he's creepy let me tell you that my partner's cousin is either 22 or 23. He's 34 or 35. There is a 12 year age difference, and they got together when she was around 18. The family thought it was okay because, "She has been in worse relationships before." And he's autistic, so a few family members say that he's mentally her age anyways. Which is ablest, I know. But, they broke up before Thanksgiving Dinner due to him telling her to not talk to him for weeks. (But he can text her, she's not allowed to text him. It was very confusing.) And he thought he could show up to dinner unannounced after telling her to not talk to him back. She tossed him out to walk home alone. Before they broke up though, he had a habit of cheating on her with mainly coworkers. He told her that she wasn't enough for him. And blamed her for his cheating whenever she went out with friends or family. That's another reason why I think he's creepy. He's also creepy for explicitly talking about the sexual activities he has done with her around family. Piss, feet, only fans, threesomes, everything. Everyone knows what they did because he doesn't keep it to himself. I also think I'm letting my emotions get the best of me, because he also doesn't keep his mouth shut over how he finds my partner attractive. And making requests for my partner to dress up as sexy characters like Rogue the Bat from Sonic. My partner, who is 21. Younger than their cousin. The person he has known when they were a minor. He also at one point dragged me into their relationship drama by accusing her of using to me and my partner to stalk him at work. (To be honest though, she had a habit of stalking him at work to catch him cheating. To the point where a cop was called to stop her, she got dropped off at a mental health place because she spat at the cop. I sort of understand why he accused me of that. But it still pisses me off that he would drag me into this while barely knowing me at the time. All of that because I asked for my partner to come get me ibuprofen on my lunch, and he happened to cross paths with us at work.) Anyways, point aside. He keeps trying to talk to the cousin, and she keeps flip flopping between rationally knowing that she shouldn't and saying that she deserves him. Even though within a month of breaking up, he asked out 5 COWORKERS to dinner. He is actively treating her like a side piece. But it's obvious she's gonna try getting back with him the moment he can't get anyone to sleep with him. I don't want him in her life again and by proxy my partner's. My partner is scared of him, and I feel protective. Would I be the asshole to tell him to please make up his mind and stay out of the cousin's life. I feel like it would be unprofessional to bring up family drama into work. He has a higher position than I do, and is friends with my bosses. I could risk my first job. But I hate how scared he makes partner.

What are these acronyms?

[matttgirlies]

Matt & Me🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

heavy warnings - SA!!, vague mention of drug use - if any of these topics make you uncomfortable the scene involving SA will be outlined and please don’t feel the need to read it, please take care of yourself🩷

y/nn = your nickname for anyone confused

Chapter 3

Time had become my enemy. Matt was due to return to the States on March 1, 1960. I had only a few months left to spend as much time with him as I could.

Every minute I wasn’t with him, I thought of him. My life was now dominated by him and yet there were times when I would be disappointed by him. One evening he told me he would call and didn’t. When I finally heard from him the next day, he said, “Hi, Baby. Do you think you can come over tonight?”

“What happened last night? You were supposed to call.”

“I was? Oh shit.” He had been concentrating on his karate lesson and had forgotten.

I had to learn not to take his words to heart. It was disappointing, but it was just his way.

Matt’s calls usually came after seven to let me know that I’d be picked up around eight. I had to dress quickly, trying to find some way to appear older than my age. His father was concerned about Matt being with a minor. My clothes were all young and unsophisticated skirts and sweaters. At times I’d borrow my mother’s clothes and hope everyone would assume that I was at least sixteen.

As I got to know Matt, I learned that when he wasn’t at the base, he stayed at home all of the time. He had little choice. The moment he stepped out of the door there was a giant mob scene around him. Even going to see a local movie required elaborate planning. Someone would drive Matt’s car in front of the house. He would then run out, hurdle the fence, and duck into the car before any of his fans could start begging him for autographs. There were always crowds after him, calling, standing outside the house, literally charging at him when he entered any public place. Many evenings when Matt had early morning calls it was either David Jones, a friend who Matt had brought over from the States, or James Sturniolo who drove me to and from 18 Hauptstrasse.

One particular evening when neither David nor James was able to drive me home, Matt had a “friend” who was called Pete take me.

THIS SCENE INCLUDES SA!!

if this topic makes you uncomfortable please skip.

Pete was driving me from Matt’s home back to Wiesbaden. I was tired and dozing off. All of a sudden, I felt the road get bumpy. I opened my eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“You’ll find out,” he said, turning his head away.

We had driven off the highway onto a dirt road. I could see the lights of one distant house, and the rest was all blackness. I began to get frightened. “What’s going on?” I inquired, confused. By then Pete had stopped the car and shut off the ignition.

I repeated my question, but Pete didn’t answer. Instead, he turned and grabbed me, trying to kiss me. I pushed him away, struggling. He threw me down on the seat.

Panicked, I begged, “Don’t! Leave me alone!” I started fighting. I kicked one door open and opened the driver’s door with my hand while simultaneously banging the horn, hitting the lights, and scratching at his face. Out of frustration and fear of being caught, he finally gave up.

The rest of the way home, he never said a word. I just sat there sobbing, disbelieving, praying that I would get home safely.

END OF SCENE

Three days passed from that night before I heard from Matt. My parents knew something was wrong; however, I couldn’t tell them Pete tried to attack me because I would never be allowed to ride with him again. If I didn’t, how would I get to and from Matt’s if David and James weren’t available? My imagination ran wild. I was afraid to tell Matt because I thought Pete was his friend. I began to think that perhaps Matt knew what Pete had attempted. Maybe I was just a plaything to Matt, someone to pass around to Pete, or anyone else who wanted me. I was tortured by my thoughts.

Finally, Pete called and said Matt wanted to see me. I had no choice but to go with him.

During the drive to Bad Nauheim, Pete made no mention of what had transpired between us, and neither did I. I said nothing. I was very apprehensive being with him. I didn’t know, when he removed his hand from the steering wheel, if he was going to try to touch me, or just what was on his mind. I had no choice but to tell Matt.

That evening, when we were alone in his room, Matt asked me if anything was wrong.

My voice was trembling. I could hardly get the words out.

When I finally did tell him, Matt went crazy. “I’m going to kill him,” he shouted. He paced the floor, cursing Pete. I was his little girl, Matt said, and he had never gone all the way with me. Now this other guy, this so-called friend of his, had tried to rape me. I listened as he shouted, secretly relieved at his response. How could I ever have doubted Matt?

Matt was so angry, it took me the whole evening to calm him down. I finally convinced him that we had to keep Pete’s attack secret from my parents, or I’d never be allowed to come back. Matt held me tightly, as if trying to take the painful memory away. He felt guilty for having put me in such a dangerous position.

From that time on, Pete was fully excluded from Matt’s life. I don’t think Matt ever told him why, but Pete must have known. He rarely came around after that.

I began to realize that Matt expected total loyalty from his friends. If he was betrayed, he would just cut that person out of his life.

James was now sporting a neatly trimmed mustache that, according to Matt, Angela Stanley had encouraged him to grow. Mine and James’s conversations in the car were somewhat boring, and I always sensed he’d just as soon be doing something else, like spending the time with Angela, who sometimes accompanied him.

These days when I arrived at 18 Hauptstrasse I’d often find Matt upstairs studying the ancient art of karate with his instructor or downstairs in the living room proudly demonstrating new moves to his entourage, who stood about interested at his mastery of this newly popularized art form.

Matt also spent hours with a half-mad German masseur who had him convinced he could rejuvenate facial skin with his secret treatments, Matt having always been self conscious about some large pores on his face started to see him. Nate Doe ribbed Matt, saying, “What the hell’s he doing that’s so special? You look the same to me.” Defensively, Matt shot back, “Well damn! He says it’ll take some time before you see the results.” James interjected: “Time? Yeah, probably enough time to bankrupt us all by what he’s charging. I wouldn’t trust him farther than I could throw him.”

Always a center of activity at the house was Matt’s grandmother, who he nicknamed Dodger. Matt had come up with the name when he was a small boy of five and, during a temper tantrum, had thrown a baseball, missing her head by inches. Matt jokingly said, “She dodged out of the way so fast.” He started calling her Dodger from that moment.

Grandma took care of the household, did the cooking, kept everyone and everything under control. She had the air of a person with a firm purpose in life, which, in Matt’s case, was to make sure he was very well cared for. When I sought quiet while Matt practiced karate, Dodger’s room was a place to escape to. We’d sit for hours and she would tell me about the old days, about Mary Lou and her boundless love for Matt, about the grim struggle the Sturniolos had waged for survival. She had been with James and Mary Lou from the time of Matt’s birth, helping out when Mary Lou took jobs to contribute to the family’s support. A strong woman, Grandma had prevailed when her husband had walked out on her, leaving her with five children. She wanted you to believe she held a grudge against J. D. Sturniolo, but Dodger was a forgiving heart and I believe she still cared for him.

She helped raise Matt as if he were her own son, somewhat spoiling him as grandmothers do. She always rushed to his defence when she felt Mary Lou was too stern. Dodger said to me, “Mary Lou always called me Mrs. Sturniolo from the time I first met her until she breathed her last breath. One day Matt came running in and said, ‘Hi, Minnie!’ I felt so sorry for that young’un. Mary Lou rose up, took her hand to that boy, and said, ‘Don’t you ever call her by her first name. That’s disrespectful. She’s your grandma.’ He cried for an hour. I went in and said, ‘Son, it’ll be all right. She was just doing what she thought was right. Now you go in and apologize to her.’ Poor little boy looked at me with those blue eyes. So pitiful. Oh, she could be hard on him. He was a good boy, though. Never really got into any trouble, always came right home from school and did his chores. Yes, and Mary Lou would watch over him like a hawk, so scared he’d be hurt. He wanted so bad to play football at school.”

Grandma rocked back and forth in her chair, seeing something in the past that made her start picking at the bobby pins in her hair. She reached for her little box of snuff, took a dip, situated it just right, and then continued to reminisce. “Yes, he loved sports.”

“Then why didn’t he go out for any, Grandma?”

“Oh no. Mary Lou wouldn’t have that. She’d tell me, ‘Oh, Mrs. Sturniolo, I couldn’t stand it if Matt got hurt. It would kill me. I’ve watched how they play out there in those fields. They get real rough. I think they enjoy hurtin’ each other. Matt isn’t like that. He’d get out there and he’d be like a wounded bird in a pack of wild dogs. Not my young’un.’” Mary Lou’s constant effort to protect Matt, I learned, was the result of her anguish over the death of Matt’s twin brother Joseph Aaron Sturniolo.

I came to love Dodger and what she represented, compassion and total devotion to her family.

My biggest problem in those days was that Matt and I never seemed to have enough time alone. People were always dropping by, standing around the living room talking and laughing, until Matt came down from his room. As soon as he appeared, the room would become silent until he revealed his mood. No one, including myself, dared joke around unless he laughed and then we all laughed.

Because I had to share the little time I had with Matt with so many others, I began to feel jealous and possessive. It was only late in the evening, when we were in his bedroom, that I was truly happy.

We had a nightly ritual. At about ten or eleven, Matt would glance at me and look toward the stairs. Then, naively assuming that nobody knew where I was headed, I’d casually proceed to his bedroom, where I’d lie on his bed, impatiently waiting for him to appear. When he joined me, he’d lie as close to me as he could. “I love you,” I whispered. “Shhh,” he said as he put his fingers to my lips. “I don’t really understand what it is I’m feeling. I’ve grown to love you, y/nn. Dad keeps reminding me of your age and that it can’t be possible . . . When I go home . . . Only time will tell.”

Each night that I was with him he entrusted a little more of himself—his doubts, his secrets, and his frustrations. It was a lot to expect an impressionable fourteen year old to understand, but I tried. I felt his pain over his mother’s death. I ached over his desire to become a great actor like his idols Marlon Brando, James Dean, Karl Malden, and Rod Steiger. I was concerned about his fears that he might not regain the popularity he felt he’d lost by serving in the Army. And I reveled in his laughter when he asked, “What if one day I end up back driving a Crown Electric truck? Wouldn’t that be something?”

I was there for him, to listen, to hold his hand, or to make a funny face that would turn his frown into a smile.

Sometimes Matt would enter his bedroom in high spirits. I longed for those nights when he’d shut off the lights and lie close beside me.

“Sweetness,” he would say, putting his arms around me. “You’re so pretty, Honey.” And then we’d kiss long, deep, passionate kisses, and his caresses would leave me weak with desire.

Nights when his mood was calm and peaceful, he would describe his ideal woman and tell me how perfectly I fit this image.

He liked soft-spoken y/hc with y/ec eyes. He wanted to mold me to his opinions and preferences. Despite his reputation for being a rebel, he held the traditional view of relationships. A woman had her place, and it was the man who took the initiative.

Loyalty was very important to him, especially on the woman’s part. He constantly reminded me that his girl had to be completely constant. He admitted that he was concerned about Nicole. She was a Boston beauty queen and television personality. Matt said that lately her letters had become very impersonal, and he suspected she had been with another man.

Despite his moralizing, I feared Matt wasn’t always faithful to me. His bantering with some of the other girls at his house made me think that he might be intimately familiar with them.

One evening he was playing the piano for the regular group, plus a couple of English girls. When he picked up his guitar, he looked around, but couldn’t seem to find his pick.

“Anybody seen my guitar pick?” he asked.

One of the English girls looked up and smiled. “It’s upstairs on the night table next to your bed. I’ll get it.”

All eyes, including mine, zeroed in on her as she made her way up the stairs, aware that she was now the center of attention.

Furious at his obvious betrayal, I turned to him, but he was avoiding my gaze by looking down at his guitar, plucking it as if it needed tuning. Then he burst into “Lawdy, Miss Clawdy.”

Without a pick, his fingers must have hurt badly, but no matter what, he wasn’t about to put that guitar down. He knew he was in trouble.

After he’d finished a medley of songs, Matt excused himself and retreated into the kitchen, with me right behind him.

“Have you been with her?” I demanded.

“No,” Matt insisted.

“Then how did she know where your guitar pick and room were?”

“She was over one night, and I mentioned how dirty the place was,” he answered, a boyish grin on his face. “She offered to clean it, simple as that.”

Despite his declaration of innocence, I was not reassured. He was the sexual idol of millions and could choose whomever he wanted, whenever he wanted. I quickly learned, for my own survival, not to ask too many questions.

As the weeks passed, school became an unbearable chore. After getting to bed so late, I found it difficult to rise at seven and almost impossible to concentrate. But I knew that if I ever complained about being too tired, or was late for school, my parents would use the fact to put a stop to my seeing Matt.

My study habits became worse. I was failing algebra and German, and barely passing history and English. At the end of the fall semester, I altered the D-minus grade on my report card to a B-plus, praying my father would never consult the teacher. I kept telling myself that I would do better, that I’d catch up, but my concentration was totally on Matt.

One night when I went to see him, I fell asleep while waiting for him to finish his karate class. When he came downstairs and saw how exhausted I was, he asked, “y/n, how many hours of sleep are you getting?”

After a second, I said, “About four or five hours a night. But I’ll be fine,” I added quickly. “I’m just a little extra tired tonight because we had some tests at school today.”

Matt looked thoughtful, and then said, “Come upstairs a minute. I have something for you.” He led me up to his room, where he placed a handful of small white pills in the palm of my hand. “I want you to take these; they’ll help you stay awake during the day. Just take one when you feel a little drowsy, no more than one, though, or you’ll be doing handstands down the hallway.”

“What are they?” I asked.

“You don’t need to know what they are; they give them to us when we go on maneuvers. If I didn’t have them, I’d never make it through the day myself. But it’s okay, they’re safe,” he told me. “Put them away and don’t tell anyone you have them, and don’t take them every day. Just when you need a little more energy.”

Matt honestly thought he was doing me a favor by giving me the pills, and I’m sure the thought never entered his mind that they could be harmful to him or me.

I didn’t take the pills. I put them in a small box with various items I had started to collect, such as cigar holders and little personal notes he had given me, and hid the box in a drawer.

Later I learned that the pills were Dexedrine, which Matt had first discovered in the Army. A sergeant had given several men pills to help them stay awake while on guard duty. Matt, who was accustomed to living the life of an entertainer and who despised rising at dawn, began taking the pills to get him through the long dreary hours of Army life. He told me he’d begun taking sleeping pills shortly before he’d been drafted. He dreaded insomnia and feared sleepwalking, which had plagued him periodically since childhood.

In fact, as a boy, he’d once sleepwalked straight out of his apartment, dressed only in his underwear. A neighbor woke him, and, embarrassed, he ran back into the house. Another time, he nearly fell out of a window. Consequently, to avoid accidents, he slept with his parents until he was grown, and he feared his sleepwalking habit for the rest of his life. It was one of the reasons he usually had someone sleeping with him.

Years later, I learned that someone had been employed in Germany to watch over him throughout the night.

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd.

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a/n - i know this was a deeper chapter so for anyone who skipped it i promise its not very important to the story however Priscilla included this in her book so i thought i should share that too. 🎀

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Here’s one for thoughts now, later or never, depending on how you feel about it…

Got any headcanons or opinions about the 3 sisters of Théoden who weren’t Théodwyn??? What they were like, where they were during the events that we’re all familiar with, what their relationship with Théoden was like, etc.? It’s bonkers to me that we know they exist and that he preferred Théodwyn to the other sisters but that’s. literally. it!

Omg what a good question! Thank you for leading my thoughts in that direction. There is SO MUCH to unpack there, and even more to imagine, because as you said Tolkien left us a lot of room there (euphemism of the month). I will allow myself to add Morwen Steelsheen to this reflection, because I think it makes sense to link her to her daughters, and similar questions arise around her character.

But I’m a scientist, so let’s think about this rationally and stay organized. I will answer in four parts (I’m not sorry about it)

1. What the canon actually says 2. What are the possibilities, what must be ruled out and why 3. Why I will NOT be going there with my current WIP pHORSEuasion 4. Freeform headcanons I still have on this matter!

Part 1: Deep dive in the canon

Most of what we know about Thengel’s family comes from a couple paragraphs in Appendix A. I have laid out this information in a timeline, with the following assumptions, which can be contested, but that’s what I chose to work from: -Only one child is born per year -There are no twins in the family -The first child of a couple is born at earliest one year after their wedding -Ages given assume a birthday on January 1st. If the actual birthday happens after the event in the calendar year, the character would technically be one year “younger”

2905: Thengel born in Rohan 2922: Morwen born in Gondor 2943: Thengel (age 38) and Morwen (age 21) marry in Gondor Between 2944 and 2947: First daughter born in Gondor 2948: Théoden born in Gondor Between 2949 and 2953: Second daughter born in Gondor 2953: Thengel (age 48) becomes king of Rohan Between 2953 and 2962: Third daughter born in Rohan 2963: Théodwyn is born in Rohan. She is described as “a child of his (Thengel's) age” (Thengel is then 58 and Morwen is 41). 2977 or before: Théoden (age 29 or less) and Elfhild (age unknown) marry in Rohan 2978: Théodred born in Rohan. Elfhild (age unknown) dies 2980: Thengel (age 75) dies. Théoden (age 32) becomes king of Rohan 2989: Théodwyn (age 26) and Éomund (age unknown) marry in Rohan 2991: Éomer born in Rohan 2995: Éowyn born in Rohan 3002: Éomund (age unknown) and Théodwyn (age 39) die. Éomer is then 11 and Éowyn is 7 3017: Éomer becomes Third Marshal (age 26) 3019: Théodred (age 41) and Théoden (age 71) die. Éomer (age 28) becomes king of Rohan. Éowyn (age 24) and Faramir (age 36) marry in Rohan 3020 or later: Elboron, son of Éowyn and Faramir, born in Gondor. 3021: Éomer (age 30) and Lothiriel (age 22) marry Early Fourth Age: Elfwine, son of Lothiriel and Éomer, born in Rohan. Fourth Age 63: Éomer (age 91) dies Fourth Age 82: Faramir (age 120) dies

Therefore, we have at the start of the War of the Ring, let’s say in January 3019: Definitely alive: -Théoden -Théodred -Éomer -Éowyn

Possibly alive (no canonical death): -Morwen (age 97, but she is of Dunedain descent, so a long life is possible) -Her three eldest daughters, with ages between 75 (if the eldest was born right after their parents' wedding, in 2944) and 57 (if the third daughter was born right before Théodwyn, in 2962)

A few extra notes on the canon

One thing that I had not fully realized before, is that Théodred is born and Elfhild dies when Théoden is not yet king. Therefore: -Thengel technically met Théodred (he was 2 years old when his grandfather died) -Elfhild, although Théoden's wife, was never queen of Rohan -When Lothiriel becomes queen, Rohan has not had a queen since Morwen, 41 years earlier, at the death of Thengel in 2980 -Théodwyn was only 15, or going on 15, at that time. (I know that I have read somewhere the headcanon that she cared for Théodred from his birth, which is valid and possible, however in my opinion her age makes it doubtful that she would have been the main carer and parental figure.) -Théoden ascends to the throne whilst bearing not only the immediate grief of his father, but also the relatively recent (2 years) loss of his wife.

Of Théodwyn, we know that she was “the fairest” and “her brother loved her dearly”. After her husband was killed, she “took sick and died to the great grief of the king”. Théoden then “took [her children] into his house, calling them son and daughter”.

And we learn a little about Morwen when Éowyn is described: “Éowyn was slender and tall, with a grace and pride that came to her out of the South from Morwen of Lossarnach, whom the Rohirrim had called Steelsheen.” (I must say that I am questioning this past perfect “had called”. It sounds like Morwen is not there anymore, otherwise past simple “called” would have been used. But then, it is hard to pinpoint when in time the narrator is placing themselves in this passage. If referring to Éowyn’s early adult life, it would be a clue in the direction that Morwen is not alive anymore by the War of the Ring, or at least that she is not in Rohan anymore. If referring to an undefined point at the moment of writing in the Fourth Age, it means nothing at all. But we’re now at the level of microscopic details from the text!)

Part 2/4 coming eventually in a reblog!