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something i wrote out of boredom 2/24/22

Her name was Maria. She had been working with the Richards for over 2 years. She first started working with them to get a little money as a 24-year-old, broke, college dropout.

"Yes, my love. We're all set to drive to the airport." James said to her, reassuringly.

"Alex! Jess! Let's go! Get in the car. We're about to leave." Rene shouted with excitement, as she got into the passenger's seat and James got into the driver's seat.

Alex and Jess sprinted to the car out of joy and excitement. They were excited to go on vacation.

James started the car, pulled out of the driveway, and started their way to the airport. Maria waved 'bye' at them as they departed. They planned to go to a private island out of the way from the Bahamas.

Maria is watering the plants in the entry way by the front door when she hears an unfamiliar voice go "Hey!".

She's frightened so she runs and hides behind a big, tall, red plant. She hears the voice again but closer. 'Hey! Psst!". Thinking she's going crazy, she sits on the floor with her knees in her chest and grabs her head. She's scared and right as she's wailing, the mysterious voice goes "Psst!" again. Startled, she stops wailing and starts listening. "Over here, behind the red plant!"

"Who are you?" Maria questions, with a shake in her voice, afraid.

"I know this may sound crazy but I'm a plant," Maria's jaw drops to the floor, "Uhm, a swallowtail, to be specific. We're exotic, uncommon houseplants," the voice says in a proud-sounding tone.

Too frightened to speak, she walks to the exotic houseplant in the house's entry way and stares at it.

"I know you probably have a thousand questions," still confused, she continues to listen to its words, "save them for later," she nods, agreeing.

"Save yourself!" he warns Maria, "this family is evil!"

"How?" Maria asks out of curiosity, "What makes them evil?" She asks with fear in her eyes, as the anxious houseplant begins explaining.

"They kill people!" the houseplant exclaims, automatically showing signs of fear upon Maria's face. "They are all murderers! Let me explain"

Attentive, Maria listens as she hears the petrifying words fall from the houseplant's...leaves...? "This is a family of taxidermists you're dealing with."

"Uhm, what's so wrong with taxidermists? They stuff dead animals and sell them for a fortune and that's the reason they're so wealthy. I don't care how they make their money, as long as it ends up in my pockets!" Money-hungry Maria explains, before storming off, disinterested by the houseplant's stupid claims.

She said farewell to the swallowtail houseplant and sauntered to the house's cellar. She decided that, out of curiosity, she'd go seeking for taxidermy animals to prove her belief. She hoped she wouldn't find any of what the houseplant claimed it knows is in there--dead animals.

She plodded her way into the cellar door, leaving it open out of pure fear. She crept down the creaky stairs and walked around the dimly lit cellar with a flashlight. She found a part on the other side of the cellar where there was a mysterious looking rug with smudges and splotches of blood soaked into it. She lifted it and underneath was a hidden latch door on the floor. She realized there was a padlock attached to the handle. She fiddled with it, hoping for it to suddenly snap from the amount of rust lapped onto it. When she gave up, she put in effort to search for the key. She came to a holt when she peered onto a nearby table and there it was! A little brown key hidden poorly with some old papers, documents and receipts. Walking back to the latch door, something felt off. The feeling that she might've been making a mistake paused her dead in her tracks. She dismissed the idea and continued out of curiosity.

She unlocked the latch door, pulled the useless padlock off, desperately and tossed it on the nearby table. Desperate to find the truth, she lifted the latch door and instantly gagged on the smell of death. She hesitated for a brief moment, plugged her nose with her thumb and index finger, preparing the flashlight in her other hand, and continued. Slowly guiding her way down a dark path using the beaming flashlight, she looked around, not seeing much, until she bumped into something, startling her and making her drop her flashlight. She bent down to pick it back up but soon realized...the direction the flashlight fell in. It was shining light on something she hadn't seen before. A huge man-sized casket-shaped box in the corner of the dim room. She continued to pick up her flashlight and slowly crept over to the area it radiated. She opened the box and what she saw was enough to permanently scar someone for life. It looked lifeless, despite its eyes being broad, creeping her out. Its face was poorly sewn. The skin was discolored and desiccated, making it look like a horror show. The skin felt leathery and dry. It looked like a mummy without its wraps. If you prodded it, it would feel plump and squishy, but also firm, almost like all of its muscle, fat and bones was replaced with material like plastic clay.

Maris felt so disgusted and sickened. She gained her consciousness, got up on her feet and sprinted back up into the first level of the cellar, then ran up to the cellar door and out of it, slamming it shut behind her.

Out of breath and leaning up against the cellar door as if she was being chased, she thought to herself, "What the fuck did I just witness?"

In a panic, she runs to the talking plant in the entry way. "Why are there bodies in the cellar?!" she asks, impatiently.

"The Richards are a family of illegal taxidermists. They kill people, embalm them, fix the body's imperfections, and sell them to funeral homes." the houseplant answers, worn out, considering the fact that Maria didn't let it explain that previously, instantly assuming the Richards were normal taxidermists.

Maria gasps and exclaims, "But, I thought the funeral homes did all the body preparation..."

"Yes, they do, but," the houseplant says, putting emphasis on the "but", "the Richards get a fortune when they give the bodies to the funeral homes already prepared. Saves them time and time is money!"

"But..." Maria says, with a confused face and a wrinkled forehead. She thinks that's the perfect explanation for everything--the excessive money, the mangled bodies in the cellar.

But Maria wanted to do something about the information she had just gained. She thought about getting the authorities involved but quickly dismissed the notion when she thought about how much trouble they'd get in. In addition to that, she didn't feel good about setting them up when the family had accepted her into their home for over 2 years AND paid her a lot.

She decided to just leave. She packed her items and left. Before leaving, she left a note on the refrigerator, reading, "I'm sorry for quitting on such short notice." She lied and added, "I've decided to follow my dreams and partake in a job in social skills, with a hobby in photography on the side." She continued, "housekeeping just isn't for me anymore."

"- M," she signed at the bottom. She locked the door behind her, took her luggage and she was gone for good.

"Goodbye, Richards," she finished, before her departure.

it sucks i know

#random #writing prompt #anyway enjoy

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part 2 of A "regular" afternoon in the park

"fuck," margaret said loudly, "i'm cumming!"

she continued out of a shaky breath. margaret's hips moved up against your thrusts as she was brought to release, her walls tight around the object.

"satisfied?" you smirked. "let's see," margaret said seductively, gesturing for you to slide the strap-on out of her.

on exit, a white layer of cum was visible, coating it. "taste yourself." you commanded her. she got on her stomach, you still on your knees as she took it into her mouth.

she sucked and licked the black penis-shaped object as she looked up at you and into your eyes. she took it all off and swallowed it all.

"there," she smirked as she got up, "but now, it's your turn." margaret reached behind your body. starting to take the strap-on off you and tossing it onto the floor.

she then grasped your firm ass with her hands, pulling you onto your back and spreading your legs out.

"you're so wet for me," she noted, moving her index finger up your folds and getting it all wet.

"mm," she said, sucking on her finger before moving her mouth to your pussy and sucking on your clit. you let out moans as she pleasured you with her tongue.

her tongue licked your clit and your hole while she reached an arm up to grab one of your perfect tits and stimulate it.

"fuck, mm," you moaned out, feeling her fingers in your hole with her spare hand. "don't stop." she felt herself getting moist again as she pleasured you, sucking on your pussy.

reluctantly taking her fingers out so she could get some more of you on her tongue, she licked your hole. margaret then moved her mouth to yours, "taste yourself."

you kissed her back roughly, feeling your cum on her tongue as she went back to fingering you, but this time, sliding another one inside of you.

"yes, yes," you moaned, her other hand on your clit, rubbing circles while fingering you. "you're gonna make me orgasm!" "

that's the point," she breathed on your neck while moving her lips to your nipple before moving down the rest of your body to your pussy once more.

"god!" you moaned, feeling her tongue flicking your clit as she slid another finger in and curled them so she hit your g-spot rapidly.

"fuck, fuck, i'm gonna cum!" you let out loudly, holding onto the bed sheets. "cum," margaret said into your pussy as she nibbled on your clit softly before sucking it.

she grabbed onto your other tit and pinched it, bringing you to release because of how sensitive your nipples are. you came rapidly all over her fingers in a large amount.

"now it's your turn to taste," margaret smirked, after taking a taste herself before putting them in your mouth.

"taste how good you are," margaret said, pleased with her work. you obligated, tasting yourself off her fingers.

"now let's get ready." she winked, "i plan to do this again though."

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a "regular" afternoon in the park

regular show, margaret x fem!reader

consists of: fingering, cunnilingus, strap-on, dirty talk, literally no romance at all 😃, lesbian stuff

you roped your hair into a high, messy ponytail, the loose hairs tracing your face perfectly, while looking in the mirror at your beautiful face with your honey-golden complexion. you were preparing for the very special occasion that had been occurring, your best friend, margaret's birthday party.

so you undressed to prep for your shower. unaware that margaret was behind the door, watching discreetly, as her fingertips traced down her silk, black dress and led to her sweet spot slowly. you pulled off your white tank top, slowly, revealing your perky tits, and as margaret viewed, she craved them in her mouth desperately. margaret still watching unknowingly, you slipped off your oversized sweatpants, showing your perfectly toned ass.

at this point, margaret roamed her body, pressing her fingers against her wet, erect clit with one hand as her other hand teased and pulled her own nipples as she desperately attempted to please herself to the sight of your petite and toned body, which you had spent months and months working on, with squats, lunges, and various other exercises in the local gym.

as you walked out of your bathroom and toward your bedroom closet to fetch a towel for showering, you saw margaret, head thrown back, hand on her sweet spot, rubbing her clit, with her eyes shut, satisfying herself to the sight and thought of your nude body.

"margaret! what are you doing?!" startling her, staring down at your best friend's dripping pussy.

you tried to pretend to feel shock, but your own lower regions were beginning to feel a certain way, too. "uhm...", margaret said, staring up at your naked body, her hand still touching her clit.

without thinking, you pulled her chin up, engaging in deep eye contact with her. out of pure horniness, and somewhat potential romantic feelings for your best friend, you pressed your lips against hers, making out with her and tongue-kissing her passionately.

during this scene, she reached down and started playing with and massaging your exposed, perky tits. "are you sure?" margaret said into the kiss, making her words sound muffled. you didn't respond, you just continued making out with her as you reached down, replacing her hand with yours and rubbing her to make her feel pleasure.

"fuck, don't stop," margaret moaned, her back arched and her head thrown back. you moved your mouth down from her lips, down her perfect body to the tops of her flawless tits and kissed and sucked them, leaving little love marks. "take this off," you ordered, and she pulled the dress from over her head to reveal her tits and the rest of her perfect body.

your mouth was back on her warm skin, but this time, your lips were on her hard nipples, licking and sucking them as her moans and whimpers grew louder and louder. "wait, take me to the bed." she gasped out, and you nodded, pulling her into your arms and tossing her onto the bed roughly.

you reached over to a drawer at the side of the bed and pulled out a silicone strap-on. you put it on as she watched in awe. margaret got wetter and wetter while looking at it, imagining it sliding in and out of her guts.

you leaned over her, sucking on her hard nipples again as you slowly slid the fake dick into her wet walls.

"god, y/n," she moaned out, her back arching back once more and her head thrown back, "i feel so good already." the way you were making margaret feel was creating more of an achey feel in your below parts, your pussy dripping now.

"make me cum," margaret moaned out, moving her hand to her clit where she rubbed fast circles, desperate for an orgasm. you started moving your hips against her at a faster pace, equally excited, if not more, to make her cum for you.

you got off thinking about the cum all over the plastic strap-on, imagining how loud her moans would get and how good you'd make her feel.

"please," margaret moaned again, desperately, "i'm so close". you brought a hand up to her tit, pinching and rubbing it along with sucking on the other one. "cum for me," you said roughly, licking her erect nipple.

"fuck," margaret said loudly, "i'm cumming,"...

TO BE CONTINUED...

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