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the-bad-batch-baroness · 10 months

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I'm still unwell about your mood board. And I wanna kiss Brett really badly. Thank you for this. 💀💗

*Brett looks at you with intrigue*

Brett: So, you want to kiss me, huh?

*You bite your bottom lip*

*Brett rubs the back of his neck*

Brett: I don't know...

*You ask again nicely*

Brett: I don't know what's more annoying, you being a brat or you being nice.

*You giggle, and, this time, tell him that you want to kiss him*

*Brett thinks about it a little more*

Brett: Are you sure that's what you want?

*You nod*

Brett: I need to hear you say yes.

*You verbally give him your consent*

Brett: Okay, but on one condition. We do it my way.

*You smile and nod your head eagerly*

*Brett sits down on the couch and beckons you to him*

Brett: Sit.

*You walk over to sit next to him on the couch*

Brett: No. On my lap.

*Brett pats his thighs*

*You sit on his lap straddling him*

Brett: Good girl.

*Brett rubs his hands across your shoulders and down your arms*

Brett: So soft.

*You lean in to try and kiss him, but he stops you*

*Brett shakes his head*

Brett: I told you we're doing this my way. You don't listen very well, do you?

*You pout*

Brett: You're the one who asked for this.

*You roll your eyes*

*Brett grabs your chin*

Brett: Careful, Mesh'la, or I won't give you what you want.

*You shudder at his gruff tone*

*Brett tilts your chin back and nestles his lips against your neck*

*You let out a small whine, and he bites you in response*

Brett: Behave.

*You remind him that you wanted to kiss him*

Brett: You will, after I make you beg for it.

*You take a sharp inhale*

*Brett continues peppering your neck with a trail of kisses, adding in a few nibbles here and there to mark his territory*

*You enjoy his kisses, but once again, voice your want to kiss him as you place your hands on the back of his neck*

*Brett removes your hands and sighs against your neck*

Brett: Don't make me tie you up.

*You add a sarcastic comment about wanting to know what it's like to be tied up*

*Brett chuckles*

Brett: That's not what we're here for. Maybe another time.

*You hum in response as he continues his painstakingly slow journey across your neck, up to your ear, down your cheek, and finally stopping before your lips*

*You groan your unsatisfaction*

*Brett smirks as he pulls back to look you in the eyes*

Brett: Beg.

*You protest at first, but you give in to your longing and beg him to kiss you*

*Brett hums*

Brett: You can do better than that.

*You plead, begging and asking him in as many ways as you can think of*

*Brett lets out a low growl*

Brett: That's my good girl.

*Brett finally gives you what you want and locks his lips with yours in a rough, passionate kiss full of desire and purpose*

*You return his fire with your own heated kiss, leaving no question of your intention*

*You both pull away, breathless, and look into excited each other's eyes*

*Brett gently leans his forehead against yours and whispers*

Brett: I don't give these out to just anyone.

#tbbb converses #oc: brett #phoenix squad #clone thirsting #im labeling this one as thirsty because its freaken brett #should this also be nsfw?#its just kissing so...#no???#added a page break because idk #spicy #maybe #idk

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midoribai · 7 months

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;-;

MIDORI: "Huh?"

MIDORI: "Bark.. you're back. Ghh. What's wrong..?"

#midori answers..! ☆#i dunno. maybe the fact u just freaken kissed rose. or something else i dunno shawty!!

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its-time-to-write · 11 months

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This may be a bit of a strange idea (Feel free to ignore this request)

But since your about Jaime Tartt baby fic. I had the thought of Jaime trying to give reader a break takes the baby in a stroller to training with Roy and Roy is just kind of like WTF and other hijinks ensue like maybe someone flirts with Jamie with the baby or roy gets left with the baby at somepoint or Reader is freaken out cause the baby is gone. IDK just an idea that has been stuck in my head since I read your baby fic

Dude this request was not strange AT ALL. It was actually nice because it was similar to something I wanted to write, and I haven’t been able to do that because I’ve been doing requests. THANK YOU.

i’ll still be right next to you my dear

Your daughter Bea is five months old. You’re still sleep-deprived, but less than you were a month ago. Jamie does his absolute best as her dad and your husband, but the weight of it still falls to you. Things have gotten considerably less tense, too, since you moved out of the flat and back into your house. It was weird at first, both you and Jamie walking on little eggshells around each other.

The tension was broken with an all-hands-on-deck moment at 1am, when Bea had a stomach bug or something, and you two had no choice but to just laugh in resignation at the sheer enormity of the mess she made. There go the beginnings of sleep training.

Bea had her own schedule, one that involved being an early bird like her dad. She would wake up five to ten minutes before his 3:30 alarm went off, and it got to the point where he barely even set it anymore.

Jamie would get out of bed, throw on some pants, change her, and then zip through his morning routine. He’d put her back to bed, give you a half-awake kiss, then be out the door before Roy could knock.

(Roy made that mistake early on, waking Bea. You thoroughly chewed him out in an exhausted rage. Jamie says it’s the closest thing he’s ever seen to Roy crying).

Anyway, at 3:55 this Saturday morning, Jamie kisses you, says, “I’ve got Bea, so sleep in,” and is gone before you even know what’s happening.

You flop back on the pillow and are out in seconds.

—

“The fuck is this?” Roy says the moment Jamie steps out the door, pushing a happy Bea in her jogging stroller.

“The fuck does it look like?” Jamie replies. “Her mum needed sleep, so Bea’s joining us for training.” He leans over the stroller to look at his daughter and coos, “Isn’t that right, angel?”

Bea makes a delighted gurgle and Roy grunts.

“Oh come on, don’t tell me the great Uncle Roy is daunted by a silly wee baby?” Jamie says, grinning. “You are Bea’s favorite.”

Roy glares at Jamie. “Don’t fucking lie to me, everyone knows Sam’s her fucking favorite. She even likes fucking Isaac better than me.”

Jamie pouts. “Don’t listen to him, Bea. We know you love Uncle Roy, even though he’s being a twat.”

Roy just grunts and looks at Bea. “You know how I feel about you, kid,” he says. She babbles. She knows.

“Alright, come on. Suppose the stroller gives your dad some extra weight while he runs.”

Jamie grins, and starts jogging down the street.

—

You wake up to the sound of silence. No Bea, no Jamie. Just birds chirping and the sun shining. You squint at the clock. 8:37am. You reach for your phone and see a selfie from Jamie of him, Bea, and Roy marked 7:02am with the caption, headed to breakfast!

You now have a hazy recollection of Jamie saying something about taking Bea when he left, but it felt like a dream at the time. The silence makes more sense now.

You smile and send heart emojis. I love you! you type.

love u 2, Jamie replies. Then: I hope that was for me not Roy?

You shake your head. That boy. He thinks he’s a comedian.

You roll out of bed and stretch. Time for a nice, long shower, then a good coffee from Jamie’s complementary espresso machine. You’re not gonna lie, there are certain perks to being married to a footballer.

—

Meanwhile, Jamie and Roy have stopped for breakfast at a café that Roy says fits in with Jamie’s diet. He says no coffee and Jamie makes a disgusted face and replies you’re not the boss of me, which is why they’re letting Bea decide if Jamie gets coffee or not by seeing who will get her to smile first.

Jamie wins, of course. It’s part of being a dad.

They’re sitting at a table outside till 9am, Bea out of her stroller and in Jamie’s arms. They’re on their third cups of coffee and Bea’s draining her bottle of formula like there’s no tomorrow. Jamie is in the middle of stroking Bea’s nose (a miniature version of yours) and watching her eyes blink slow, when two girls walk up to their table.

“Ohmygod, no way, is that your baby?” one girl asks.

Jamie looks up and gives a polite, perfunctory, “yeah,” and turns back to Bea. Roy’s sitting back in his seat, ready to watch this unfold.

“It is like, so totally adorable. There’s something so sweet about a baby, don’t you think?” the other girl says, putting her hand on Jamie’s shoulder. He shifts away as politely as he can.

“I just think that like, men with babies are so much hotter than men without babies,” girl 1 continues, oblivious to Jamie, who has shifted Bea onto his chest and is displaying his left hand as conspicuously as possible. He taps Bea’s back with his ring finger in what he hopes is an absentminded manner.

Roy holds back a snort.

“Especially single dads,” says girl 2. “Soo hot. I’ll give you my number if you ever need a babysitter.”

She’s barely done speaking when Jamie blurts out, “I’m married.” He looks so harried that this time Roy can’t hold back a laugh. The girls turn to him with a glare, then back to Jamie.

“She doesn’t have to know,” says one of them.

“Pretty sure she does,” Jamie replies. “And anyway, I ain’t interested. Have a good morning.”

Bea, the angel that she is chooses that exact moment to start burping.

The girls give her a disgusted look and turn away.

Roy looks at Jamie, eyebrows raised and a ghost of a smile on his face. “Nice fucking move with the ring finger,” he says. “If it were me, I’d’ve fucking given them a different fucking finger.”

“That’s where you and me differ, granddad,” Jamie replies, wiping spit up off his vest (waterproof, thank god), “I’m a gentleman.”

Roy rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

—

The windows are open, the laundry is spinning, and you’re dancing around the house. You love Bea, but god you also love good rest. And a clean house. And Jamie Tartt. Man, you love him. You can’t believe he took Bea out for the whole morning and knowing him and Roy, they’ll be out until at least 11am. You smile. That gives you time to head to the shops and pick up some flowers, which will make you feel like a civilized human being, one who has her life together and can take care of her child and her husband and maybe, just maybe, one who is in the mood to get laid tonight.

—

Jamie and Roy are strolling through Richmond, passing by shops and enjoying what feels like the first lovely day in ages. Jamie hasn’t heard from you since you asked is this shirt clean or dirty? with a picture near the washing machine. He knows Saturday cleaning is like a ritual to you, one you picked up in high school and carried on through college. You have a system and you take your time, windows open and music playing. He can picture you spinning around the house putting things away, and that mental image is enough to make his face split into a smile. He remembers the Saturdays you spent before Bea, you cleaning and dancing, and him, well, not helping but certainly dancing with you and promising that he’ll give you more dirty sheets to wash if you’d just take a tiny little break? In the bedroom? With no clothes on because they need to be washed, wink wink?

It usually worked.

You’d lay in bed for precisely ten minutes afterward, take a no-nonsense shower, then kick him out of the house. He’d be gone for an hour, buying you that chocolate you liked and whatever flowers he thought suited the day. There’s a good thought. He should get you flowers, a reminder of their early days of romance. And maybe, just maybe, Bea can sleep soundly enough that they can revive other traditions, too.

“Roy,” Jamie begins.

“No.”

“Oi, you didn’t even let me finish!” he says indignantly.

“Fine. What do you fucking want.”

“It ain’t for me,” Jamie says, “it’s for Bea. And my wife. I want to get her flowers, but it ain’t easy to push the stroller and look. Can you take Bea around the green? I’ll come find ya when I’m done.”

Roy stares at Jamie, and Jamie is sure he’s going to say no. But then Roy walks around to the front of the stroller and crouches down in front of Bea.

“If your dad fucking goes and gets flowers for your mum, do you promise to be alright for twenty minutes? I know I’m not fucking Sam or Isaac, but Phoebe thinks I’m a good uncle. She’s a proper fucking dweeb, but a good judge of character.”

Bea just stares at him. Roy slaps his thighs and stands up. “Alright,” he says. “Let’s go.”

Jamie grins and says, “Bye, Beatrice. Be good for Uncle Roy.” He gives her a kiss on her forehead, a boop on the nose, and is gone, weaving through Richmond, man on a mission.

“Your mum’s a fucking saint for putting up with him,” Roy says to Bea. Bea says nothing. She’s fallen asleep. Roy shrugs and starts pushing her in the direction of the green. Better asleep than crying.

—

You’re showered, dressed, with just a touch of makeup, and you’re on your way to the flower shop. There’s this little one you and Jamie used to go to. You know the owner a little, but you suppose Jamie knows her better because he’s been in more. She’s about the age of his mum, and has a soft spot for him. He overpays and always leaves one flower for her. He hasn’t had the time to be over since Bea, so you say hello and show her some baby pictures, and then some of Bea and Jamie. You both laugh over your favorite, Jamie passed out on the couch, mouth open, wearing gray sweatpants and a single sock, with Bea on his stomach in a gray onesie and a single sock. She’s drooling on him and his hair’s a mess, but you think it’s adorably hilarious. Like father, like daughter.

Now, you’re perusing the flowers. It smells wonderful, the warm weather diffusing the fragrances through the shop. You turn a corner and bonk straight into a man with his back turned to you. You open your mouth to apologize and he turns, and out comes, “Jamie?”

He smiles and you peer behind him. “Where’s Bea? Oh my god Jamie, did you lose our daughter? She had better be close by, I swear to god, Jamie Tartt, how do you lose an entire baby, especially one as noisy as Bea?!”

You’re oblivious to Jamie’s attempts to interrupt your rant, so when you pause for a breath he says, “love.”

You turn to face him, from where you were trying to stand on your tiptoes hoping for a glimpse of Bea’s stroller.

“I didn’t lose her. She’s with Roy. D’you really think I’m that irresponsible?”

He looks so hurt that you realize what you’ve been saying. Your hands fly up to your mouth. Of course Jamie wouldn’t lose Bea. He loves her. He looks at her as though she makes the stars shine.

“Babe. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking. I just wasn’t expecting to see you, and then I wasn’t expecting to see you without Bea, and I thought I’d surprise you by getting flowers before you both got back, and-” you stop. Jamie is gently holding your face and smiling, no longer hurt.

“Babe,” he says, “love of me life and best mum around, it’s ok. I know whatcha mean.” He tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Bit funny we had the same idea, innit?”

You smile. You’d been so caught up in your split-second worry about Bea, you didn’t even realize what was happening.

“Guess some things don’t change,” you reply. “You pick out any good ones?”

Jamie places his hand over his heart. “Love. I only pick out good ones. I picked you, didn’t I?” You laugh at his sparkling eyes, and put your hands on his waist, pulling him close.

“Pretty sure I picked you,” you reply.

Jamie hums. “That’s a fuckin lie, and you know it.”

Your feeble retort is cut off by his lips on yours.

—

You and Jamie walk toward the green, hand in hand. He’s holding bright yellow daffodils in the other.

Jamie spots Roy first. “Oi!” he yells, “look who I found!”

You wave, jog over to Bea, and crouch down. “Hi baby! I missed you! Did you have fun with Uncle Roy?” Bea babbles at the sound of your voice.

“Oh good,” you reply, “he is your third-favorite uncle, after all.”

Roy nods. “You fucking get it. Jamie tried to feed me this fucking bullshit that I was fucking number one.”

“Jamie!” you say. “Everyone knows it goes Sam, then Isaac, then Roy.”

Jamie puts his hands up defensively.

“Honesty,” Roy says, “Such an admirable quality. Remind me again why you’re with this fucking prick?”

You pretend to think for a moment then say, “For his money.”

Jamie says “Oi!” so you quickly amend, “And his smokin’ hot body.”

Jamie nods, satisfied. “That’s better.”

Roy is looking at Jamie in disgust. “You two are so fucking adorable, it’s fucking disgusting. C’mon Bea. I see Sam over by that bench. Let’s give these fucking idiots some time alone.”

You and Jamie turn to each other.

“He said we’re adorable,” you say, grinning.

“He said we get alone time,” Jamie says, grinning back.

“Roy!” you call, “how much time do we have?”

“Three hours!” Sam yells back. “I want to walk Bea to my restaurant!”

You and Jamie turn back to each other, giddy.

“You know what that means,” you say.

“Sex,” he replies immediately.

You laugh and grab his hand. “C’mon, babe. Let’s enjoy our alone time.”

As you walk away, Jamie says, “Oi, need to tell you about these girls who were trying to flirt with me. But don’t worry, I gave them the finger.” He holds up his ring finger and you slap his arm.

“This is why I love you.”

“Really? And here I only thought you were with me for my money,” he replies.

“And your hot body. Don’t forget that one,” you say.

“How could I forget?” he says. “When we get home, let’s put it to some good use.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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weirdmarioenemies · 8 months

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Name: Mystery Crate

Debut: Yoshi's Story

Wow. A box with a question mark on it, huh? How original and exciting. There had better be some weird freaken thing in here. Grr. I'm mad at this crate! I'm so mad... I could throw an egg at it! Even with the higher egg prices these days! That's how much I hope there is a weird thing in this box!

💥

Name: Air Bag

Debut: Yoshi's Story

Hooray! A weird freaken thing! Usually, a Mystery Crate will contain a cantaloupe. Yoshis love cantaloupes! It's their favorite! But I never liked it much. It's fine, but I feel nothing about it. If you show me a fruit salad containing cantaloupe, I would rather it contained some weird guys. And here they are! My prayers answered!

Yoshi games love to have their bulbous, wobbly creatures that take up a large portion of the screen, and Yoshi's Story is arguably the most bulbous game in the series. Air Bag is basically just a balloon with a face, but I love its face. It's just looking at you. At me. At us!

Looking with its beady eyes. And I mean beady, because they look like plastic beads! Its lips look like they came right from any variety of other Yoshi's Story enemy, because they gave these pouty fishy lips to so many enemies in this game. Would you make them less pouty? Would you kiss them? Would you kiss Air Bag?

Air Bag also has a classic X-shaped bandage on its belly, which is, of course, its weak point. Isn't that so messed up? The poor thing is hurt! And Yoshi is going to kill it by throwing an egg directly at the site of its injury! Let's instead focus on the nice implications. After Air Bag got hurt, someone was nice enough to mend its wounds! Maybe its mother, maybe its lover, maybe a traveling balloon doctor, maybe even its lover who is a traveling balloon doctor as well as the mother of its children. SOMEONE cares about Air Bag very much!

Yoshi does not care about Air Bag. Yoshi kills Air Bag by taking advantage of its vulnerability, ripping a hole in it, and causing it to rapidly deflate. I hope the spoils were worth it, Yoshi. What do you loot from Air Bag's remains?

Of course. Of course it's a cantaloupe. Can you believe children play these games? They're going to think it's morally acceptable to pop balloons and eat fruit! This is the one and only problem with the youth of today.

#air bag #yoshis story #mario #mario enemies #mod chikako

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eddiesgorlie · 1 year

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hi how are you? I've long time adored Austin Butler and I guess all the red carpet appearances I'm back into my hyperfixation. Complete with a binge watch of the Carrie Diaries.

Ive read all your fics this afternoon ( I have to reblog) and I wanted to say I love your writing. Your first time Austin one was AMAZING! He's so freaken lovely. Argh no words.

Am I able to request a Sebastian Kydd fic? I was thinking similar to the show where readers dad does not like Sebastian and she defies him and secretly dates him, he's her first and maybe they get caught by her over protective dad?

Thankyou

Hi! I’m doing well, you? You are so sweet! You most definitely can request a Sebastian Kydd fic, I’m too in love with him! I love this idea, I hope you love how it turns out!

Sneaky

Sebastian Kydd x Reader

Summary: Reader and Sebastian defy her fathers wishes and have to keep their relationship a sneaky secret.

Warnings: Smut, Oral (F receiving), verbal abuse from a parent, slight mentions of blood. Let me know if I missed any!

Word count: 2,049

*Not proofread*

My dad absolutely hates my boyfriend, my first boyfriend, Sebastian Kydd, and I don’t mean like the normal hatred dads have against their daughters boyfriend. After arguments upon arguments, I decided I’m not going to dump my boyfriend of a year just because my dad doesn’t like him, its my life after all and I didn’t mind the sneaking around too much!

“How’s my girl doing today?” Sebastian asked, coming up behind me as I stood at my locker. “Better now that you’re here, I have a math test today.” I said, closing my locker and grabbing his hand as he walked me to my next class. “You’ll ace it, you spend too much time studying to fail.” He says. “You’re too nice, wish me luck. I love you.” I said as we stopped in front of my classroom. “Good luck, I love you.” He said, quickly kissing me before I walked into my class.

After one long, boring, mind numbing, depression inducing test, the bell finally rang and I was released into normal civilization. “Doesn’t it feel like we were there for years?” I sigh as we make it outside. “That I can agree on.” He laughs. We took slow steps to his car as I leaned against him. “May I formally invite you to my house to help me with this assignment and for some nice conversation?” He asks, raising his eyebrow. “I formally accept your invitation.” I said. “Well your carriage awaits, m’lady.” He said, opening the passenger door to his car and making sure I got inside comfortably before getting in himself. He turned the radio on and drove to his house with the sounds of The Cars playing.

His house was huge compared to mine, it wasn’t very inviting, always cold, like his parents. How does someone so kind come from such cold parents. “This won’t be too hard, just look at your pre calculus book and it should be pages 45-56 I think and of course I’ll help you along the way.” I said, laying next to him on his bed. “How do I get a great girlfriend and a free math tutor in one? Luckiest guy alive!” He said. “Shut up and let me cuddle you.” I said. “As you wish.” He said. He set the assignment down and held me close to his chest. “I’m just going to rest my eyes, make sure I’m awake in 5 minutes.” I said, inhaling his comforting scent. “Of course.” He said, kissing my head and stroking my back.

I opened my eyes, forcing the tiredness away and looked at my watch, 6:00. 6:00! “Sebastian! Let me up! It’s 6:00, I thought you were going to wake me up!” I said, scrambling to get out of his arms. “6:00? Its only like 4:00.” He looked at his alarm clock. “Oh shit, its 6:00.” He jumped out of bed as I got my shoes on and we both ran to his car. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I was just so comfortable and I didn’t want the moment to end. I can’t wait until we don’t have to sneak around anymore. “Its not your fault, and you can’t believe how much I want the sneaking around to stop.” I sighed. He dropped me off on the sidewalk a couple houses down from mine like I requested and I kissed him before getting out of the car. “I love you.” I said. “I love you more.” He said. I blew a kissing to him and started walking to my house.

“Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n!” My dad yelled as I walked into the front door. “Yes, dad?” I asked. “Where the hell have you been?” He asked, turning the corner to stand in front of me. “Study group ran late.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Hm, that’s funny, there was no study group tonight. You were out with that Kydd boy, weren’t you?” He asked, raising his voice. “There was study group.” I said. “I called your so called study group buddies houses and there wasn’t one tonight and funny to find out, you aren’t even part of it.” He spat. I went pale. “Your grounded and I’m putting my foot down, no seeing that boy. Now go to your room!” He yelled. I glared at him and walked up the stairs to my room.

The Next Day

I woke up and got some studying done, it was a Saturday and Sebastian and I normal met at a coffee shop, I had no way of reaching him to tell him I’m grounded since I wasn’t allowed to use the phone. I snuck down the stairs and grabbed some snack foods while dad was at work before retreating to my room again to study and nap.

My nap was cruelly interrupted when a bird kept tapping on the window, after trying to cover my head with a pillow and the sound getting louder I decided my only option was to scare it away. I got out of the warm sheets of my bed and drug my feet to the window. I pulled the curtains away to find not a bird, not even an animal, it was Sebastian, he climbed the trellis next to my window. “What are you doing here?” I shrieked as I worked to open the window. “Well, my coffee date stood me up.” He laughed once I got the window open. “I’m grounded.” I sighed once he crawled in. “Thats what I figured.” He said. I closed the window, curtains and shut the door. “Dad is at work.” I said. “Good, now I get to be with my pretty girl til he gets back.” He said, kissing me. “He should be home in two hours.” I said, sighing as he kiss my neck.

We laid down on my bed and talked about our days. “A skateboarder company, what do you t-” “I-I want to have sex with you.” I said, cutting him off. He quickly sat up and met my eyes. “Did I hear you correctly?” He asked, smiling. “Yeah, I’m ready.” I said, smiling. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel rushed.” He said. “I’m sure.” I said as I pulled his face to mine, kissing him. He crawled over top of me and deepened the kiss, his hand coming up to my breasts. “That feels so good.” I moan as he rolls my nipple between his fingers. I reached down to the hem of my oversized t-shirt and pulled it over my head, exposing my bare chest. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against my lips. “I love you.” I said, pulling his lips into a passionate kiss. His fingertips slowly cascaded down my chest, stomach and down to my dripping core, his rough fingers quickly found my clit and stroked it through my shorts. I through my head back onto the pillow and moaned as my legs twitched. “Seb.” I moaned. “Good girl.” He said, his lips meeting my neck. “Can I take these off?” He asked, his fingers running across the waistband of my shorts. “Mhm..” I said. His fingers hooked in the waistband and pulled my shorts and panties off. He spread my legs and looked at my pussy. “You’re so wet.” He groaned. I quickly closed my legs. “Hey, you’re okay. Are you still comfortable?” He asks, his hands stroking my thighs. “Yes, I just think its unfair that you’re fully clothed.” I smirked. He laughed before pulled his shirt over his head and leaning down to meet my lips again.

My hands reached up to trace the muscles. “Cold.” He laughed, grabbing my hands. “Sorry.” I smiled. He held my hands in his, warming them up. “I love you.” He said. “I love you more.” I said, my now warm hands on his chest. He pecked me on the lips and pulled my ass to the end of my bed before spreading my legs. “Oh my God!” I yelled as his tongue licked a stripe up my pussy. He knew what he was doing. He sucked on my clit and thrusted his fingers into me. “Don’t you dare stop.” I said, my orgasm creeping up on me. “Come on, baby, cum for me.” He said, against my clit. The vibration from him talking through me over the edge. He continued as I rode my orgasm out. “Stop!” I shrieked, pushing his head away. “Is everything ok? Did I hurt you?” He asked, searching over my face. “Sensitive, just sensitive.” I laughed. “You scared me.” He said, kissing me. “Can we continue?” I asked. “Are you sure?” He asked. “Seb, I’m sure.” I said. He nodded and started undoing his belt before pulling his jeans and boxers down. He was big. I watched as he grabbed his wallet from his jeans and took a condom out of it, rolling it onto his cock. “I’ll go slow.” He said, lining up with my hole. “Thank you.” I said, grabbing his free hand.

He held my hip with the other hand and slowly pushed into me until his hips were flush with mine, I whimpered at the pain of him stretching me out, but it quickly subsided as he continued to thrust. “Are you doing ok, baby?” He asked. “Perfect.” I said, smiling. “Good, good girl.” He said, resting his forehead against mine. He reached down and started stroking my clit, my legs wrapped around his back and I pushed my legs into him, pushing him farther into me. “You feel so good.” I moaned as he rubbed against my G-spot. I clenched around him as he made faster circles over my clit. “I’m close.” He moaned. “Me too.” I said. I felt him twitch inside me as he came, throwing me over the edge. “Good girl.” He said, thrusting through our orgasms. He slowly pulled out and walked to the connecting bathroom to my room, I heard the faucet turn on and he quickly returned with a damp washcloth. I watched as he cleaned up between my legs, a small amount of blood on the cloth. “Am I bleeding?” I asked, frantically. “Its ok, its ok. Thats normal.” He said, stroking my hand. “Oh, ok.” I said taking a deep breath. He lifted the blanket and laid in bed next to me, pulling me into his chest. “I love you so much.” He said, stroking me hair. “I love you more.” I said.

“Do I have to leave soon?” He asked, obviously hesitant to ask. “He won’t be home for at least another hour.” I said sleepily. “Ok.” He whispered and kissed the top of my head.

I woke up to the sound of my bedroom door being thrown open, Sebastian frantically pulled the blanket over me to make sure I was completely covered. “What the fuck is this!” My dad yelled. “I leave to go to work and I come home to find my whore of a daughter in bed with the boy I forbid you from seeing!” He yelled. “Don’t talk to her like that.” Sebastian said. “Both of you, get decent and come downstairs.” Dad said as he slammed the door. I curled into him and cried into his chest. “Don’t cry, I’m getting you out of here.” Sebastian said. My eyes met his, confused. He pulled me out of bed and he quickly got dressed, handing me my clothes. I pulled them on quickly. “Grab a bag, do you have a duffle?” He asked. “Yeah I do.” I said, going to my closet to grab it. “Just fill it with necessity’s.” He said. We put on our shoes after I filled the bag and we made our way down the steps.

Dad was in the living room, his eyes full of anger. “Goodbye.” I said. “Goodbye? No, come sit here, we are discussing this.” He said. “No we are not, I’m turning 18 in a month, I’m leaving.” I said. Sebastian pulled the door open and we walked to his car. “He’ll leave you! Don’t think you can run back to me when he does!” He yelled and I slammed the car door.

“You ok?” He asked, grabbing my hand as he drove. “I’m excited for our future.” I said, kissing his hand. “Me too.” He said.

Sorry, this was kind of an odd way to end this but I wasn’t sure where to go next!

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testedcatdraws · 3 months

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Poppy Playtime Chapter 3 spoilers

(this is quick thoughts on Poppy Playtime Chapter 3 before I watch any theory videos, including ones on collecting all the tapes, I watched SuperHorrorBro's gameplay on the game and I don't know if they collected all the tapes or not, or if they found all the secrets.)

Just finished SuperHorrorBro's gameplay on Poppy Playtime Chapter 3!

My thoughts:

RIP Dogday, and wished there were more CatNap.

Also, I think HuggyWuggy's 100% dead now that Poppy said the player killed him. I kinda hoped he was dead since I thought it would be weird to bring him back after he died. I enjoy that he has different versions of him in every chapter so fare though, hallucination Huggy is awesome. The mini Smiling Critters are so cute, I know they can kill me but I want to hug them!

Also, did Stella know about the orphans? She sounded so worried at the testing thing.

I kinda feel bad for the dead employees Poppy even said that the toys didn't care about the innocent so that meant the toys killed the employees that didn't know about the experimentation, imagine working at a toy factory and all of the sudden the toys come to life and start murdering you. Freaken gnarly.

Then there's the protag, the hallucination asked if they came due to guilt, maybe we are playing as an ex-scientist? Or maybe it's survival guilt? I don't know, I probably have to think about some more to figure out.

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #spoilers #poppy playtime spoilers #poppy playtime chapter 3 spoilers

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geckatgames · 2 months

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i freaken forgot

youtube

its another Art of Survival Sfriday!!!! this episodes title was almost 'alan and nobody's absolute dogshit day' so if you wanna know what i meant by that maybe check it out

#art of survival smp #aos smp #youtube #if i survive the next few sessions the episodes will have fun titles #Youtube

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minthe-lover · 2 years

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Chapter 213 analysis

So another chapter I have very mixed feelings about, on one hand I like the dynamic between minthe and the child decently well. Though I also don't like how Persephone treats minthe in this chapter, like laughing that minthe doesn't know of the punishment is just mean. On another note.... like... these kids are just the same and the colours are changed right?

So I do think the child is a good foil to minthe and is sort of a good area to cover in terms of minthe interactions with others. Minthe helping the child and then being able to run a classroom is a great step in development and if it isn't ignored in the future. That along with the classroom scene which really does cement minthe as a good leader. While still being a managing to keep her air and vibe that I freaken love.

Honestly the only grip I have with this is that like it is just a general reminder that fat characters will only be side characters... cause come on the teacher is beautiful and interesting character, and the small scene with her and the other nymph was fair more interesting then alot of the characters interactions.

Now the whole interaction annoys me, one cause of like.. minthe brings up a good point. Persephone does have a problem with needing approval but lacks any sense to what people actually need. Like she wants Minthe to instantly forgive her and not be angry.. but also doesn't actually try to get to the root of the problem or like actually apologize. Like again Persephone just keeps trying to defend herself over making it better for them.

Again so Minthe makes it clear her problems with Persephone, and then when minthe makes it clear what she really needs... and Persephone laughs at her for not knowing about the punishment. Also.. maybe I'm just miss reading it but is the last bit of the chapter being played for a joke? cause holy shit it's not funny.

We just learned that Persephone trapped minthe as a plant for three fucking years.. and it's played for a joke? Like that's terrible.. and objectively terrible for Persephone response to that to basically be "hey don't be angry I'm sorry!"

Persephone is being a huge asshole! like there is no trying to actually help Minthe with her emotions or problem, like when persephone learns this news we gets this long drawn out chapter with her crying and feeling bad and talking about how crying hurts plus how terrible it is to be separated from loved ones but when minthe learn of that we get a cut away gag.

Like you gotta keep an internal logic... if minthe is suppose to be "redeemed" the huge shitty thing that happened to her is as bad as it was with perspehone. Redeemed is in quotes cause she didn't need to be redeemed in the first place.. she was almost always sympathetic.

That and like.. I really hate that we are most likely never gonna see the actually interesting parts of the character ark like we did with persephone... were getting bits and pieces but never any of the important and interesting bits.

#anti lo #lo critical #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical

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lennysfridge · 9 months

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idk how good this is.

(warning: i have no fucking clue what macro economics is)

god did you hate macro economics. it wasn’t entirely boring, but it wasn’t soemthing you actually wanted to learn about. however did you still listen and pay attention, because, ideally, you didn’t want to take this class again? yeah, you did.

so that’s why you always managed to catch the comments coming from behind you. “god what does he even see in her?”

“they don’t make sense as a couple” “she’s probably such a slut, trying to lock him down to secure cash in the future.”

and the comments like this continued for weeks. however uninvolved you were in the situation, you almost wanted them to name drop someone, so you could tell them what was being said about them. no one deserved to be shit on, regardless of their intentions in this mysterious relationship.

until they name dropped ryan. “i don’t know how lenoard puts up with her, she has to be good in bed for him to keep her around.”

now that one hurt. and then the realization set in.

the comments they’ve been making for weeks…. we’re about you and ryan?

“i’d be willing to bet he’s just with her for a bet. he has to know she’s just around for a pro contract. maybe even a kid or two to tie them for life.”

and there went the nail in the coffin.

the minute the professor ceased in his passion-filled rant about the principles of macro economics, and their “metaphorical relationship to lessons in life”, you bolted out of there.

away from the hateful comments of your classmates. away from the doubts they were planting in your relationship. away, away, away- you just needed to flee.

until you crashed right in to someone’s chest.

“whoa sweet girl, you being chased or something?”

ryan. your ryan. you were safe. you were away from the comments. all that echoed in your head was “safesafesafesafe”

and you just broke down into sobs.

“ry-they-they’re just being so fucking mean. and i’m so stupid. how did i not realize they were talking about me? about us? i’mnotwithyouforthemoneyipromise! iloveyouiloveyouipro-“

your words got caught in your throat as your insecurities flooded out into the world, to fast for you to let in a breath.

“honey, hey, look at me. i need you to breathe baby, you’re gonna make yourself sick sweetheart. in, and out. do it with me now. it’s okay. it’s okay i gotcha.”

and as his fingers tilted your chin up, and he gazed down at you with upmost care, you breathed with him.

“in” and as your insecurities piled up in your lungs.

“out” you then let them out through your mouth.

eventually your thoughts slowed down to the speed of your breath. and your only thought was ryan. ryanryanryan- you were with ryan, and you’d be okay. maybe not right this minute, but eventually. because ryan makes everything better.

you sunk into his arms, as the sudden rush of emotions left your body feeling weak- akin to as if someone had weighed you down with bricks, and plummeted you straight into a body of water. but you welcomed that feeling- as long as you’re were with ryan.

“good job baby. now i dont want you to explain right now if you’re gonna get worked up again, so we’ll talk later, okay? you can tell me everything they said sweet girl, but let me tell you one thing right now- they don’t know anything. whatever they said, it doesn’t matter. our relationship is you and me baby, not them. no matter how jealous they are, no matter what they say, you and i are the only ones that know us. and i’ll add this- i trust you with my life sweetheart, and i certainly wouldn’t if i had any sort of doubts about your intentions. i’m yours, and you’re mine, and that’s all that matters.”

ryan was yours. no matter what harsh words they threw at you- he was yours. and that’s all that really matters.

-🫂

holy shit this is good

i am so freaken soft now omg

i got butterflies

#🫂anon

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