()?:maybe Maddy x black! masc reader who spoils her to the max without her asking? - anonymous.
: 750 +
: Maddie learned to not expect a lot from the people she’d dated so she didn’t ask for anythign more than your attention. But you wanted to show her you could give her love, and the world is she ever asked for it.
/: I liked writing this one! Feel free to spam me with requests, I like being busy!!
Maddy was convinced something was wrong with you. Mentally.
()?:maybe Maddy x black! masc reader who spoils her to the max without her asking? - anonymous.
: 750 +
: Maddie learned to not expect a lot from the people she’d dated so she didn’t ask for anythign more than your attention. But you wanted to show her you could give her love, and the world is she ever asked for it.
/: I liked writing this one! Feel free to spam me with requests, I like being busy!!
Maddy was convinced something was wrong with you. Mentally.
It was known since you first strolled through the halls in an Hermes sweater, loose dress pants, and shiny loafers like shit was casual that you had more money than necessary, and it only became more prominent as time passed on.
People first speculated that you were a drug dealer, you dressed similarly to the man they all bought from so you couldn’t be too far removed from that lifestyle.
But when you opened your mouth and were actually able to exercise your personality, the rumors were instantaneously crushed.
You were then titled the town’s good samaritan, along with your parents. Without going into heavy detail, your family, extended or immediate, all ran businesses within a larger gang in Southern Cali.
It wasn’t your typical drug cartel that sold children to older predatory people, but one that distributed products while also putting anything they had back into their communities, and when the opportunity to spread their grounds and expand arose, your parents were the first to agree.
You were the type to help old ladies cross the street while holding their heavy brick-filled purses, and the kind of person to spot another when they were short a few on cash, and yet you demanded nothing back.
Maddy thought you were exactly what she needed. Initially, you were a rebound. You were new, so you wouldn’t know the intricacies of her and Nate’s relationship or the risk of being with her, so you were perfect.
But then you began showing her an extreme opposite of the relationship dynamic she was used to. Your family loved her and genuinely enjoyed her presence. If she wasn’t spending the day with you, her friend group, or babysitting, she could be found in any location around town with your mother. Drinks in hand from a random juice store, and freshly done nails that your mom insisted she paid for because she “needed to familiarize herself with her future daughter-in-law”.
The relationship you two had wasn’t the type that grew uncomfortable because you were moving too fast, ever. Maddy wasn’t used to reciprocated affection and acted as if she needed to pretend she was happy, so you moved at a pace set by her and never failed to tell her how much she meant to you, and eventually (on your 6 month anniversary) how much you loved her.
You thoroughly enjoyed giving her everything she’d needed and missed out on with Nate, like spoiling the shit out of her without her having to directly ask.
Emotionally you sat by her, listening to any and everything she wanted to say, occasionally providing your own input when need be.
And physically or financially??? Maddy never even had to open those gorgeously glossed lips of hers to ask.
You were observant. You saw the way she screenshotted ads for clothing on Instagram, and the endless Pinterest boards she had for whatever she envisioned. So whenever you noticed something catch her eye, it would immediately be in your cart, whether virtually or while in-store.
For your first Christmas together, you took her out on a simple venture to your nearest mall. A party for New Year was around the corner, and she’d mentioned needing an outfit so why not kill two birds with one stone?
Instead of the typical mall entrance, you took her through Sephora’s storefront. Anything her eyes cut back to, you snapped a picture of and followed right back behind her.
It was funny for other patrons and workers to watch. They saw her gracefully walk by and let her finger drag on a newly released palette, and here came your hulking figure that was definitely too big to be comfortable in the aisle, getting all close to snap a picture and read the label with your tongue poking slightly out in focus, before speed walking back to her and grabbing her hand.
Maddy was nearly in tears when looking at your room on Christmas evening. She wanted to stay with her family for the morning, so you took the liberty of bringing in a mini-tree, decorating it like the one in your living room, and stacking all of her presents beside it (there were too many for them to sit right under it). Each new gift she opened added another tear dropping down her cheek, she didn’t know what angel sent you for her, but she is so grateful she has you.
You were a selfless, stupidly rich simp for Maddy, and she loved everything about it.
☼ : vulgar descriptions of sex–this shit is not flowery, multiple uses of word ‘puthy’ (not like that but you get it), use of the word c*nt
☼ : fluff,smut
()?:Hi!!! I would like to request a one-shot of jack harlow x plus-size, mixed, female!reader (that was long lolll) but basically, they have been friends for a while and she’s in college while he’s doing his thing. he comes by her dorm, to hang out and catch up… maybe he finds out she has been talking to this guy and jack doesn’t like it… so they end up fucking & confessing feelings? - anonymous.
:3.7k+, I’m ashamed that this is my current longest fic.
:You had plans to go out with another man while Jack was present in your home. Extreme emphasis on 'had’.
/:I changed some aspects for the sake of providing background and plot before.. yk
Because of the way this fic was written, this is 18+ ONLY! MDNI!
No matter how much an old rom-com glorifies traveling by bus, train, or trolly, you hated public transportation. On your left was a loud ass baby bawling their eyes out, one father frantically rolling the stroller back and forth to soothe them, while the other tried to shove a baby bottle or pacifier into their mouth to shut them up and remove the amount of train passenger eyes on his back. On your right is a loud woman on the phone with another in her hands, furiously typing an email to whomst giveth a fuck. You were proud because she sounded like she was girlbossin’ it up with her distinguished suit, briefcase, and assertive tone to who you presumed to be her assistant, but in addition to the loud voices ringing through the packed car, you were two seconds away from smacking her and breaking both phones. And to make matters worse, from the smell that just racked through the air, you’re pretty sure either the baby or the man in the black hoodie near the corner took a shit.
You just wanted to get home as soon as possible. You’d already missed the bus around the corner from your current nursing school, so you had to wait an additional hour and walk a multitude of blocks to get to the nearest train station.
You lived in New York, so even owning a car would be pointless, the only thing that’d change is the location of your frustration, but considering the overstimulation of where you’d sat, you’d much prefer being stuck in never-changing traffic than in this hell-sent transport.
From what Apple Maps could tell you, you were still thirty minutes from your apartment because after leaving the car, you’d still have to walk from the station down four blocks and up the scarily steep steps of your building.
You pulled out your airpod pros—gifted to you from a friend that had been in a promotion campaign shoot, and quickly turned on noise cancellation. It did well closing out what it could but left the agitating feel of unpopped ears behind. You sat back and spread your legs to the fullest extent of your ability to give a gentle reminder to those next to you to move over a little and fantasized about what you were gonna do once home.
Immediately you’d need to take a shower, college wasn’t the cleanliest place, and you were sweating buckets under your brown trenchcoat and were scared that if you removed it, you would only add another stench to this godforsaken place. You had a test in your chemistry class. Of course, your overly studious ass studied. Still, it seemed like you were never prepared enough no matter how many times you rewatched videos explaining things on youtube or the notes you were provided by your professor.
You envisioned eucalyptus essential oils permeating your space while you peacefully watered your plants hanging or sitting in various spots of your apartment. You had already prepped a Mediterranean salad’s ingredients the night before, not in an effort to change your size, but because your stomach was sensitive and one can only eat so many chipotle bowls before their stomach, and bank account suffered the consequences.
But dinner was quickly excused from your mind when you remembered that you’d already made plans for tonight.
You looked up and saw the familiar green sign of the station you’d become accustomed to stepping in every so often when you wanted to travel to the bougie farmer’s market in between colleges and quickly stood up to join the wave of those leaving the car, walking fast out the station and up the stairs onto the large sidewalk.
The streets were far from empty since everyone typically got off work within this hour, so you maneuvered your way through the slow crowd down the blocks to your apartment.
You were lucky you now lived in a relatively safe area. When you first moved here from Kentucky, your first place was run down and dingy, but once getting a visit from your friend since birth that gets to enjoy his twenties out of school and on stages in front of sold-out crowds, he immediately moved you into a somehow entirely paid-off apartment in a more expensive side of town.
Speaking of, he was supposed to be showing up to stay with you some time this week for his tour.
He wouldn’t stop blowing up your phone during your class and embarrassed you with the number of times he retried facetiming you in the completely silent rooms of your classes, and if you checked right now, you’d see the obnoxious updates to his location and current situation he found endearing, like you’d actually need them.
'just landed at the airport (3:33 pm)
got off my flight and am trying airport taco bell (3:50 pm)
update: not a good idea to eat airport taco bell (4:14 pm)
really regret trying those taco bell wings y/n/n, my ass hurt (4:19 pm)
omw to ur crib (5:20)
here
let me up stink stink (5:50)
since you not answering, I’m letting myself in and farting on your couch cushions (5:51)’
But since you wouldn’t like to add having your new 13 pro snatched on the streets of New York to your already stressful day, your phone remained in your deep pocket, and you stayed oblivious.
You unlocked your door, stripped yourself of your heavy jacket, leather gloves, and platform boots, and made your way to your plant collection. It was an assignment in one of your biology courses where you read that having plants in your home made you feel a little less dead inside—so you immediately purchased 20.
Two string of bananas plants by your windows, large money trees on either side of the floor-to-windows for a symmetrical look, and ones you bought at nurseries and depots throughout the living room and kitchen.
You damn near ran to the bathroom in your bedroom once you watered and misted all of your plants, stripping as you clambered. Once you got to your weirdly already open door, you were left in your underwear and bra. One of your girlfriends bought you a lingerie set, a black lacy bra that left enough gaps to make everything above visible, with matching underwear, sheer enough to show everything but your actual parts, to get over an ex while simultaneously setting up multiple dating site accounts for you.
It’s why you currently had another date with a supposedly decent guy tonight, but not the reason you wore the set—laundry day hadn’t come. You still hadn’t washed anything in the heaping baskets in your closet and were only left with the undergarments you never wore.
You walked through the door and turned your back to grab your brown towel, hearing a loud whistle behind you.
“Wow, Y/N. You wore all that for me?” you heard a deep voice reverberate behind you, each word of his making your heart sink to your asscheeks.
He laid back on your bed with an arm tucked behind his head, the other holding his phone up on his pelvis with a toothpick peaking out of his lips, his shirt slightly riding up and leaving his happy trail visible. In any other circumstance, you would’ve jumped onto him to express how glad you were to see him, but at the moment, that didn’t seem too appropriate, nor were you happy to see him.
And it honestly didn’t help that this man had gotten finer since the last time you saw him. You were best friends that admitted the other was attractive, but you never acted on your feelings. And you thought they would disappear with time.
That was nearly ten years ago. You’ve had a crush on the man with a slight southern drawl to his deep voice since you were fifteen and due to the fact that he was around you with every chance he got, this never changed–not even escaping to New York was enough, because look at him now, enticingly laid up on your bed, eyeing you down like he did to the video vixens he worked with.
All he had to do was say the word, and you’d text whomever the fuck you were seeing tonight and hop on this man like a pogo stick.
On the flip side, Jack felt like the luckiest motherfucker alive. He’s loved your ass since he could walk, his mother and yours constantly making fun of him as a toddler for never wanting to leave your side.
You had attachment issues with your mother, and he had attachment issues with you.
He initially thought it was because he saw you as an extremely close friend, but he realized he loved you during one of the times you both ran off-campus in high school for lunch. You always fought him on who’d be paying for the food y'all bought, but every time you raced to pull out your card, he was always faster, already having it swiped and the food paid for.
He realized he loved you in more ways than on the night of prom. You’d been saving up for the last couple of months from your secretary job at a hospital to purchase a Valdir Sahiti gown and convinced his ma to tailor it to your god-given curves. It was a gorgeous blue satin dress that trailed up your brown legs that Jack couldn’t keep his eyes off. He chased off multiple guys that planned to make their prom date made sure he was the first to ask you to prom with an elaborate proposal that took him a few weeks to set straight.
You both spent your youth obsessing over The Princess and the Frog, so he adhered to it’s theme–he took you on a similar ferry to the one in the proposal scene and held up a cheesy poster he clearly had his mother’s help with. It read, 'Will you be the Evangeline to my Raymond and go with me to prom?’ It definitely was the cheesiest shit you’ve ever read, but appreciated his effort and said yes with a kiss to his cheek.
Throughout the night, his mind would trail back to how regal you looked, and he wondered how long it would take you to get out of it with his help and how those shiny legs that he saw you rub cocoa butter into while getting ready would look over his shoulders.
He’d decided that night that you were it for him, sure he’d actually have to ask first, but he’d do everything to make you his one day, even if it may be far away since he was too much of a pussy to ask. But if the moment ever presented itself, let’s just say he already had multiple ways he thought of different ways wine, dine and fuck you in numerous ways over the furniture in your house.
“No. it’s not I ain’t wash my panties yet-”
“I could help-”
“Jack, please just go plug up my phone and shut the fuck up,” you said, flicking your hand in his direction and walking into the bathroom. Jack stood up to look for it but first stopped to watch you walk.
“Hate to see you go, but love watch you leave.” he muttered before turning to search. He knew you left your shit in your pockets often, so the trench coat on your rack was the first place he checked.
Turning on your phone to its lock screen, the battery sat at 49%, and a couple notifications popped up on your screen. Jack wanted to be nosy, so he scrolled through the line-up of little pop-ups.
The first thing that showed were 23 messages from him alone. Below was a Tinder message notification for another person named William, asking for confirmation on the time you’d set up for tonight, 8 pm.
He had no clue who the fuck William was, what you were planning to do at 8, or that you even had Tinder, to begin with, but that shit wouldn’t fly. He’d managed to stave guys away from you in high school, but he’d be damned if he lost you to a man that shared a name with the ugliest prince in the royal family in college.
He didn’t know how long he’d been standing there plotting to snipe this happy-go-lucky ass, rice krispie treat, snap, crackle, pop ass man, but when he looked up, you were wrapped in a towel with your long light ginger wig poking up slightly from the way you had it in a claw clip. You had two black dresses in your hand, presumably for him to choose, but in all honesty, neither of them were something hoy-me-hoy-minyoy ass Phil deserved to see.
And that didn’t sit right with Jack.
“You wearing allat for him, mama?” his voice dropped an octave, and he looked at you genuinely confused with a slight smirk on his face.
Your hands holding up the dresses slowly dropped to your sides, letting the ends lightly drag on the floor. He did this often, confusing you on whether he liked you or was jokingly flirting with you again, but you got the hint of him being serious.
“Yeah I am, did you go through my phone-“ he cut you off before you could finish.
“You’re not going out with him, and you sure as hell wont be wearing something like those dresses for some mediocre man.” he straightened up while stepping closer to you.
When he was close enough, he tilted down bringing his face close to yours, slightly tilting his head again while looking directly in your eyes.
“Just how bad was the dick you’ve been getting that you feel the need to dress like this for some boy that couldn’t make you cum more than once?” his voice rasped lowly and condescendingly. He could see the astonishment from his statements shift to desire from the proximity of his face. Maybe if he kept going, he could get you to kiss him first.
You began to shuffle backwards, you had no destination in mind, you just needed to get away from him so he couldn’t see your nipples pebbling against the soft fabric of your towel and before your wetness could make it down your inner thighs. The hold this man had on you was surprising, and you weren’t sure you could curb the feeling or attraction you had towards him anymore with the ever-building sexual tension in the large space that seems so compact now.
The dresses had long dropped from your slightly shaking hands, and you’d hit a counter behind you. You’d backed yourself all the way into the kitchen, and Jack didn’t stop you. One of the positions he imagined earlier was on the very counter your sexy ass was leaning on.
He trapped you with his hands on either side of yours and his body towered over yours. Now you definitely weren’t a track and field type of person, but you speculated if you could manage your way between his legs to sprint your way back to your bedroom. Your thoughts were halted when his hand raised to your neck to slowly tap around the places he’d grip while fucking you in doggy. If he leaned down, he could kiss you, but first he needed your consent.
“You still want to go out with live-action Spongebob, mama?”
“Fuck no.” It would’ve been a funny joke if you didn’t want to get your pussy pounded 80 ways into next year, so you brought your arm up and pulled him down into a steamy kiss, setting him off.
Jack had you on your stomach with your ass pushed up and in his face, creating a deep arch in your spine, so he could eat you from the back. You remembered him saying he wanted to try it out when vocalizing song lyrics with Druski and Urban. You just never thought it’d be with you.
His lips alone drew two orgasms out of you, and he still didn’t seem like he wanted to let up. You weren’t sure if he was down there for your pleasure or his anymore. One hand groping your ass and holding you up, momentarily spreading if he wanted to reach farther with his tongue, and the other thrusting in and out of you at an unforgiving pace, causing uncharacteristic moans to erupt from the depths of your throat.
“Jack… please..”
He pulled back and kneeled behind you, his fingers rubbing around your clit while he smiled with a beard drenched in your cum.
“All of this is for me? Shit, you sure you ever wanted to go out with Paul?” he said mockingly.
“It was Philip,” you responded exasperatedly. You wanted to continue and call him a dick but were stopped when his large hand slammed down on your ass.
“Aww, you can still talk? Oh, now baby, that just won’t work.” you could hear his southern accent pop a little into his words while he moved to remove himself from the rest of his clothes. His eyes never left your ass, but you were still struggling to catch your breath from the first orgasm.
“Just won’t work.” you looked back between your legs to see what stopped Jack from finishing out your orgasm and caught a long glimpse of his hard dick.
He’d pried his pants from his legs his boxers following suit, and when he stood it bounced back up hitting his stomach as it stood tall.
It was scarily big from what you expected.
Long and thick, with a tip that matched the color of his flared cheeks, bulging veins running up and down with his tip dripping pre.
You assumed he didn’t carry condoms with him since he wouldn’t expect to fuck you while staying, so you let him in raw, a problem you’d deal with later if it ever arose.
(please do not have sex unprotected regardless of your gender expression, signed, a concerned author)
He pulled you back so his hands could find a spot on the rolls created by the position he had you in, you expected him to back out once he saw you without clothes, but if anything he only appeared eager to find his place between your legs.
(pushed in part)
Your brown skin glistened with sweat as he began with slow deep strokes, he may have wanted to fuck you for years, but he wanted to make you feel comfortable. This was for both of y’all, not just him.
You were still mildly disoriented but peeved at Jack’s pace.
“Shit.. Jack.. move faster, please” you begged, bouncing your ass back to meet his thrusts and pull him deeper into you.
His bright blue eyes couldn’t leave the way his dick dragged in and out of you, splitting your glistening folds around him and leaving a growing ring of cum by his pelvis.
“Fuck, Y/N.” he moaned through clenched teeth, speeding up his pace and making the sound of your ass clapping back onto him louder.
“Like this, mama?” he groaned sultrily, grabbing the hair by your scalp and raising you up so he could shift his hand to your neck while the other held you around your stomach.
He kissed your cheek while jackhammering into you. You nodded like it was the last thing you’d do. You prayed that walls weren’t thin because these loud sinful moans falling from your lips would definitely be audible to your neighbors. You were unsure how you’d face sweet old Ms. Mabel if she could hear you now.
“God, Jack… please..” you cried as he pulled out of you to flip your position. He’d moved you onto your back, displaying an extremely attractive amount of strength, and moved your knees up as far as they could get to your chest before pushing right back in.
His pace was merciless this time. One foot up on the bed, letting one leg draped over the raised leg, while he held the other.
His head was thrown back in pleasure, unashamed to let out moans and groans of his own while continued deeply stroking you. He had curls stuck to his forehead at the moment, but that was the least of his worries the pussy of his soulmate felt this damn good.
“Cum for Y/N, give it to me mama,” he said, dropping his leg, planting his feet back on the ground, and moving his hands back to your waist to pull you onto him harder.
You were seeing stars and were damn sure you’d pass out, but you were so close, and your toys stashed under your bed could never make you feel this level of ecstasy.
Your moans raised an octave and Jack leaned over your chest, moving your legs to wrap around his waist while holding your hands above your head. He kissed you feverishly as he felt your cunt spasm around him, he tried to stave off cumming before you, but if you kept gripping his dick and sucking him back in like this, he may just pop one in the next second.
“Shh baby, I hear you,” he whispered into your ear.
“Fuuuuuck..” you let out a guttural moan as Jack nailed in the coffin that was your vagina. The intensity of the orgasm had your cum leaving down the globes of your ass and already feeling the next-day soreness, while Jack pulled out of you and used his hand to finish himself off.
Your glad he pulled because you definitely wouldn’t have made him.
Jack collapsed onto his back next to you while you haphazardly lowered your legs while trying to come back from your visit to God.
“This may be shit timing but, I really, really like you Y/N.” Jack whispered.
“I think I gathered that when I kissed you in the kitchen, Jack,” you replied while trying to catch your bearings.
“Sooo… round two in the shower?” you mumbled as jack used a rag to clean you off.
:marc spector x reader, brief steven grant x reader but platonic.
:cursing, paper cuts, bootyhole marc, reconciliation homie steven
:angst (not very good but tis angst)
()?:nope
:796.
:trouble in paradise.
/:this isn’t very good but I needed to post something to appease my brain.
“GodI fucking hate you. Marc.”
Paper lightly sliced through the tip of your dampened finger as you cursed the man’s existence while skimming through the packet’s pages. Fresh tears decorated your heated cheeks as your eyes interpreted the last line at the bottom of the page, the final signature before your half of the divorce paperwork was complete.
New ones brimmed in your eyes making your vision grow blurry, while your hand, excluding the pointer finger you’d cut, gripped the corners of the packet.
You didn’t want it to come to this. It seems like just days ago, the two of you were sitting on rocks, overlooking the ocean and sandy shores while discussing your forever together. Hands tightly clasped together like your palms were made to hold the other’s, and soft smiles gracing your lips. Seemed like just yesterday he’d dropped to one knee in Cairo, blazing heat against his back with a green and white scarf tied over his mouth and nose to protect him from the blowing sand. You’d stepped off your four-wheeler, breathless at the clear sight of the descending sun before turning to see him.
A toothy smile on Marc’s face as a simple gold ring with moon-shaped Lapis Lazuli at its center stayed pinched between his fingers. Expensive and way too gorgeous to be laying next to divorce papers on your granite countertops.
Thoughts interrupted by the closing of the fire escape’s window, you watched as your husband trudged from the threshold to standing in the bathroom with the door left open. You could see his eyes trained on your face and the tears that marked it while wrapping gauze onto his raw and reddened knuckles, yet his cold expression remained unwavering. You could see his eyes occasionally flick back to the mirror in front of him, him exhaling harshly through his nose at every expletive Steven screamed at him through the mirror.
You wished Steven would front. Wished he’d come in to pick up the pieces of glass staining the pathway between you and the man you’d married. Wished that he’d appear with a hug and a sympathetic expression, ready to rework his words and get you to forgive him. But there’s only so many, ‘he didn’t mean it’s a person could listen to before distrusting completely.
Marc moved to stand behind the seat beside you, deep brown eyes rimmed with red from exhaustion, dropping to read the bolded words at the top of the papers.
Over the last few months, every conversation of yours surrounding the nature of your relationship dissolved into a dramatic argument or sex. Doors being slammed, cold shoulders and passive-aggressive responses had become hourly occurrences when the two of you were home.
You thought he stayed out too late. Woken up more times than you can count on your fingers and toes to the sound of him climbing or falling through a window, the room smelling strongly like disinfectant, disinfectant, and hydrogen peroxide as he tended to his injuries under the moon’s light. He’d roll into bed, pulling your back to his chest ignorant to the cold food you’d spent hours cooking in the microwave or the abandoned candlelight set-up on the island.
You thought he didn’t care anymore. Completely oblivious to the times you’d gotten a new style, black to white braids, decorated with crystals and small moons to symbolize the title he cares so much about. Oblivious to the times you’d restocked his first aid kit, decorating the outside with a ‘God’s of Egypt’ sticker pack, ensuring all the Gods and Goddesses of the Ennead were present to appease Steven. And impassive to the time you’d spend trying to get a singular word out of him about his day.
Instead, he’d brushed you off. Those times your conversations became and stayed arguments he’d yell at you for being overbearing, for asking too much of him, for not giving him space.
You thought he’d fallen out of love with you, so you’d given him the easiest option, you thought he’d wanted.
You wanted to believe he still cared, that this was a simple fluke in your marriage, a small notch on a belt of small and soon resolved arguments but with each fleeting moment and the sound of his heavy footsteps moving towards the door you realized he already was too far gone.
You looked back down at the bead of blood on your sliced finger and stood to grab a bandaid from the first-aid kit Marc had left open, it was as soon as the little Spider-man bandaid stuck to the piece of the opposite side that you heard the door roughly shut behind you, and whatever small strings that held the mess of you together finally snapped.
(note: I am a white american girl with C cups, blue eyes, and a lifetime of privilege, especially when it comes to seeing myself represented. An apology in advance if I’m overstepping in any way, shape, or form!)
isn’t it sketchy how white characters get to be described as having sharp jaws, piercing eyes, straight noses, full cheeks, having an innocent glow, etc, and the black characters are described as being black. the asian characters are described as being asian. like ???
“X was a tall girl with long blonde hair that fell perfectly down her shoulders, only a few shades lighter than the sun. A permanent blush adorned her cheeks, but her cheekbones stood out against her otherwise childlike features with such womanly grace.”
But you never really see east asian characters being described as having deep-set, piercing eyes that hold your gaze and never let go. You always see narrow/almond eyes, which doesn’t cover all of asia, which is humongous and literally covers so many different ethnicities, and therefore many different eye shapes. Not to mention, the description usually stops at the eyes. I want to read about their warm-toned skin and perfectly sculpted lips. I want to read about umber skin and long, handsome face and their aquiline nose, altogether making them look more like a statue than a person of flesh and blood. I want to read about black characters as more than just a “dark woman” and maybe a passive hair descriptor. What about her large doe eyes and inviting smile? Why do they always have to be the sassy black friend (edit: I do understand all the cultural and historical ties to that stereotype but ??) AND WHY IS THEIR SKIN ALWAYS COMPARED TO FOOD? Maybe this isn’t a problem and I’m reaching here, but it rubs me the wrong way bro.
So yeah I’d like to romanticise (BUT NOT FETISHISE, THERE’S A DIFFERENCE) non-european shit for once, including in the dark academia world because we all know the europeans were late to the party and got all their knowledge from the arabs, the indians–pretty much everyone else.
Synopsis:Akaashi has more patients than you do when it comes to combing your hair.
W.C:269
Warnings:None! POC!Reader with curly hair. I wrote this assuming reader is male but it’s gender neutral.
Akaashi watches from the doorway of the living room as a fight occurs between your hair, the comb in your hand and you. Akaashi snickers as you let out a low sound of frustration.
“You know if you’re gonna stand there and laugh at me you could at least offer to help me.”
“Fine, I’ll help you. I don’t know why you didn’t just ask from the beginning.”
“You were sleeping. You spent all night trying to edit that manuscript.”
You felt the couch dip slightly next to you as Akaashi took a seat. He takes the comb and lets you sit on the floor between his legs.
This is not the first time that Akaashi has helped you with your hair. It’s evident by how his hands move through your hair with practiced patience. Careful to work his way to your roots and not snag one of the combs teeth on a curl. Slowly working his fingers through the more knotted parts of your curls. Taking the time to massage your scalp before moving on to detangle with the comb.
There is something magical about being taken care of like this. Something to be said about the gentle way he works with your hair. How he takes his time to rub circles into your scalp. The tension drops from your shoulders and you melt into his touch. When he finishes combing your hair he gently runs a hand through it in an attempt to catch any stray knots. Not finding any he places a kiss on your forehead before leaning back on the couch with a soft yawn.
Hotch let out a sigh. Just looking at the case remarks by the higher ups at the Bureau irritated him. Why on earth should people who have never stepped foot in the field get a say? Regardless of the fact that he got to work less than an hour ago, he was feeling sluggish, but when did mass piles of paperwork not exhaust him? Just then a knock on his door gladly interrupted the monotony of his paperwork filled morning.
Hotch looked up and paused for a minute to take in the woman in burgundy before him. He had never seen her before and while she was younger than him, she was definitely not fresh out of the academy.
She definitely cared about her appearance. Not a hair out of place on her very recently dyed head, not a highlight grown out. Her long sleeved blouse was perfectly tucked into her skirt, not a crease in sight. Her gait and stance making clear she had a thigh holster, which stirred something within. She extended a hand, showing off her expertly manicured fingernails as Hotch took note of the lack of a ring.
As he introduced himself, he took note of the softness of her skin as well as some faint marker, making it obvious she either had children or was close to someone who had kids.
Her unique sense of humor shone through during her introduction to the team. She was clearly a friendly and extroverted person. When they sat down for the briefing, she chose the seat next to him, the light scent of rose and vanilla permeating his nose. Preventing him from focusing on much else, let alone the case. He unknowingly angled his seat closer towards her, his senses on overdrive.
Throughout the case she made it clear and very obvious as to why she had made it onto the BAU, her intelligence and wit shining through.
But the moment he truly knew was done for was when she was sitting across from him on the plane, after the case. Just the simple act of bringing him coffee and making him laugh after a difficult day had his heart racing. And it never really seemed to stop, at least not while he was with her.
A/N:I have some blurbs about Hotch and Maya’s first impressions of the other. They’re going to be posted soon! Also yay for me bc I don’t have COVID! But I did catch a bug from one of the kids at work so that’s why this chapter is up later than normal.
“Knock Knock”, said Maya before entering Hotch’s office.
“Good morning Bose, what can I do for you?”, asked Hotch.
“You can accept these cookies and come over for dinner this weekend as an apology for my daughter’s behavior”, said Maya.
“You don’t need to do that. Kids will be kids”, replied Hotch.
“I know, but Mira is a whole different breed this most”, said Maya.
“She’ll turn out great. Just look at who she has to look up to”, responded Aaron.
“Who? A deadbeat dad, a single mom who’s barely keeping it together, and grandparents who outwardly hate her mom. She won family of the year”, huffed out Maya.
Aaron’s eyes softened, looking at Maya with a warmheartedly.
“Enough about me. We insist! And bring Jack. They’ll have loads of fun”, said Maya placing a fresh cup of coffee and the chocolate chip cookies that had been baked the night before.
“We’ll come but only if we can bring dessert”, replied Aaron.
“Sounds like a plan. Saturday at 7:30 work for you?”, asked Maya.
“Sounds good. And thank you for the cookies”, said Hotch.
“No problem Hotch! And before I leave, any allergies or deep dislikes I need to know about?”, asked Maya.
“Nope, Any requests for dessert?”, questioned Aaron.
“How about ice cream? You can’t go wrong there”, said Maya.
Hotch smiled and said “got it” before Maya left the room.
***
Maya rushed around the townhouse, getting ready for the Hotchners who should be arriving any second now. The smell of freshly baked bread permeated throughout. The autumnal candles burning, and Mira watching Dragon Tales filled the small home the two had made for themselves.
The doorbell rang, Maya took off her apron and quickly inspected her white sweater for any food stains before heading downstairs to get the door. “Come on in you two. It’s pretty chilly outside for early November”, said Maya, ushering the two in.
Aaron and Jack walked into the foyer, the nervous smile on Jack’s face melted her heart.
“And you must be the famous Jack Hotcher I’ve heard so much about”, said Maya crouching down to the small child tightly gripping his father’s hand.
Jack nodded and said, “yes Ma’am”.
Smiling at the adorable kid Maya said, “you don’t need to call me Ma’am, just Maya will do. How about I show you to the living room where Mira is playing with Legos and watching tv?”.
Jack nodded his head eagerly before pausing to look up at his father.
“Go! You don’t need to ask me for permission here”, said Hotch with a nod of his head.
Jack ran up the stairs, heading for the television.
“You sure do make cute kids Hotch”, said Maya before blushing as she realized what she said.
“I mean…uhm. I didn’t mean that”, stuttered out Maya.
A blushing Hotch said, “don’t worry about it”.
After a very hearty meal of seafood bisque (with a tomato and basil option for the kids), freshly baked bread, and salad, the group made their way to the sofa.
“Ma, can we play Candyland?”, asked Mira.
“What do you say Jack, you wanna play Candyland?”, asked Maya looking towards the younger of the Hotchner men.
“Yes please!”, piped out the young boy.
“Okay, you all set it up while I go get dessert”, said Maya.
“Do you need any help?”, asked Aaron.
“Sure, let the kids set up the game. You can help me with the coffee.”, replied Maya.
The two walked into the kitchen where Maya took out the coffee mugs.
“Here you go. I’ll go get the ice cream for the kids” said Maya, handing Hotch the mugs.
“Thanks, and what water do you normally use?”, questioned Hotch.
“Filtered please!”, responded Maya, pointing to the Brita by the sink.
Hotch set to making the coffee as Maya waited for the ice cream to thaw and become more scoopable.
“So how have you been liking being on the team”, asked Hotch.
“In all honesty, It’s been an adjustment. Working with people who have created their own family while being an outsider is difficult. And not only that but you all are the most perceptive group of people I have ever worked with”, sighed out Maya.
Hotch’s face held a look of understanding.
“I remember what it was like when I first got here. I know it can be tough, especially for people who like keeping some semblance of privacy”, said Aaron.
“Exactly. I love being a part of the team. It’s been what I’ve wanted for years. But you all tell eachother everything. And while I am open with certain parts of my life, there are other parts of me that nobody outside of like 4 people know”, replied Maya fiddling with the ice cream scoop.
“They’re nosy. I’ll give you that. But they’re just trying to help. All the team wants is for everyone to feel like they can be open and talk about their life and any problems they may have”, said Aaron.
“I guess it’s just a personal thing. I never really had anyone these past 10 years or so that I felt I could truly confide in so I don’t feel comfortable opening up to people anymore. But I mean that’s how abusers want you to feel, right? That you’re all alone so that you don’t ever leave”.
A sorrow look appeared on Aaron’s face as he reached his hand out to hold Maya’s.
“Maya, if you ever need anything you know you can come to us, right?”
Maya’s heart fluttered as she said, “I know Hotch, but honestly he’s the reason Mira is in my life. So he did something good, right??”.
“Absolutely, Mira might be a handful just like her mother but we wouldn’t trade you for the world, just like you wouldn’t trade her”, said Aaron truthfully.
Maya smiled, a twinkle in her eye, as the oven beeped.
She opened the oven, the warmth of both the oven and smell of cinnamon permeated.
“Maya, we were in charge of dessert. What did you do?”, asked Hotch as he poured the prepared coffee into the 2 mugs.
“Calm down Hotch. Nothing goes better with ice cream than freshly baked apple pie”, said Maya with a smile.
“You keep feeding us like this and Jack will never want to leave”, replied Hotch.
“And what about you?”, asked Maya.
“What about me?”, questioned Hotch.
“Don’t play dumb with me Agent, it’s not very becoming. Would you want to leave?”, reiterated Maya.
Looking at Maya intently with his smoldering eyes, Hotch said, “No, I wouldn’t want to leave either”, before taking the cups of coffee to the living room.
As he walked away, Maya couldn’t help but notice his back muscles rippling underneath his sweater as he took each step.
“Get yourself under control. His wife died mere months ago”, muttered Maya before she brought the dessert out to everyone.
As the two Hotchner’s left for the evening after a riveting game of Candyland, Maya couldn’t help but wonder whether her and Hotch’s flirty banter was just that or whether they meant he held actual feelings for her.
***
Maya was filling up yet another cup of coffee before she went back to her desk to finish up her last report from the case when Hotch walked in.
“Jack has been talking about how cool Maya is recently”, said Hotch.
“Well, I am cool. So you’ve got a smart kid there”, said Maya smiling as she took a sip.
“We want to have you over and return the favor. And the kids get along great. So come on over this Saturday”, replied Hotch.
“Will do, want me to bring anything?”, asked Maya.
“Just yourself and Mira. After last time, I don’t trust you”, said Hotch.
“You do realize that I’ll bring something anyways”, said Maya with a grin.
Hotch smiled as he shook his head and headed back to his office.
***
“So what’s this Saturday?”, asked Emily.
“I don’t know, your neighbor’s dog’s baptism?”, asked Maya.
JJ snorted and Penelope was so very glad she had waited before taking a sip of her hot tea.
“No it’s your second date with Hotch!”, exclaimed Emily.
“No it’s not! We’re not dating!”, replied Maya loudly.
“But you want to be”, said Em.
Scoffing, Maya rolled her eyes.
“Wait, so what’s happening here?”, asked a confused Penny.
“Notching. I invited Jack and Hotch over as an apology dinner for the diarrheahead fiasco. And Jack and Mira seem to get along well so we’re having dinner at their place on Saturday”, replied Maya.
“And you’re not attracted to the man at all?”, questioned JJ.
“No! Absolutely not! And Hayley just died, what kind of monster do you take me for?”, asked Maya.
“It’s almost been a year Maya”, said JJ at the same time as Emily said, “a monster with eyes”.
“Okay, he might be nice to look at, but I am not into him at all”, stated Maya firmly.
“I don’t know about you guys but, methinks the lady doth protest too much”, said Penelope.
A/N: Mira is pronounced Mee-rah, Mama is pronounce mum-ah. Also please note that the “racist comment” against Hispanics is something that all Desi moms do so I included it solely for that purpose. I do not condone racism, but I wanted to make it accurate to what life is like for a lot of desi women, including myself.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” yelled out Hrishaan.
“I’m sorry, but this is what I want”, said Maya.
“What the hell are you sorry for? We aren’t splitting up. We’re going to live our lives and grow old just like our parents”, spit out Hrishaan.
“But we don’t love each other!”, exclaimed Maya.
To which Hrishaan replied, “Who the hell fucking cares?”.
“I care Hrishaan! I can take the abuse. But I will not be raising a child in this environment. So yes, we will be getting a divorce”, replied Maya, raising her voice.
“You got pregnant? How could you be so fucking careless?”.
“Me? What about you? Did I ask to be raped all those nights? Did you hear me say, ‘yes Hrishaan, please continue to penetrate me as I cry and tell you to stop’”, cried out Maya.
“Don’t talk back to me with all your feminist bullshit. You are not leaving this marriage”, responded Hrishaan.
“Well sadly, I am not living in whatever fantasy medieval world you live in where a woman has no autonomy. So I am leaving” said Maya before she continues to say, “I am tired of this”, her voice breaking as she goes back to packing her suitcase.
Hrishaan reached out and grabbed her wrist in an attempt to stop her, squeezing hard enough to cut off blood flow.
“Let go of me!”, cried out Maya.
“No! If you’re going to act like a petulant child, I’ll treat you like one”, said Hrishaan, his veins bulging out of anger.
“Hrishaan, let go. I can’t feel my wrist, you’re hurting me!” said Maya, her eyes welling up with pain.
“If you even think of telling our parents about this nonsensical idea, I will kill you. Don’t think I won’t”, screamed Hrishaan, furious at his wife’s actions.
“Tell them what? That you’re a narcissistic, abusive asshole?” spit out Maya, tugging her arm away.
“You bitch”, yelled Hrishaan letting go of Maya, the sudden act causing Maya to launch forwards and hit her head against the dresser.
Letting out a yelp, Maya slowly got up.
“Kill me all you want. At least I won’t have to live here with you”, yelled out Maya.
She walked towards the front door, her bags forgotten and blood dripping down her face, as she walked to her car to head to the solace of her cousins home.
She jerked awake to see the whole team staring at her in concern, startled she sat up straight in her seat.
“What’s up guys?” asked Maya.
“Are you okay?”, questioned David.
“Shouldn’t y'all be asking Spencer that? He’s the injured one!”, exclaimed Maya.
“Well from what it sounded like you were being injured as well”, said Derek.
“What do you mean?” asked Maya, cautiously.
“You kept on saying, ‘let go you’re hurting me’ and muttering words while fidgeting. Sounded like you were reliving some pretty nasty stuff”, said Emily.
“Guy, I’m fine. And we’ve all lived through some nasty stuff. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go to the bathroom”, replied Maya, before walking into the tiny airplane bathroom.
She stared into the mirror, willing her heart rate to slow back down.
You are not married to him anymore.
You are safe.
You have Mira.
She is your world.
With her breathing and heart rate slowing down, Maya blotted off the sweat from her face, washed her hands, and left the small airplane bathroom. She headed back towards her seat and saw a cup of coffee prepared just to her liking. She mouthed the words “thank you” to Emily who was sitting across the aisle with her own fresh cup of coffee.
It was then that Penelope’s face appeared on the screen.
“Maya, when were you gonna tell us about your hot doctor cousin?”, asked Penny.
“What? How do you know what my cousin looks like?”, questioned Maya.
“He just dropped off your absolutely precious daughter and told me to tell you to and I quote pick up that damn cell phone of yours”, replied Pen.
Rolling her eyes she said, “and he just left his niece with someone he doesn’t know? What an idiot".
“Hey, but you know me! I can take care of her for a couple of hours!”, exclaimed Pen.
“I know you can Pen! Just remember no sweets and she’s allergic to strawberries and cashews?”, said Maya.
“Got it. Don’t worry about us my love. I will take great care of your daughter. Catch ya on the flip”, said Pen before she hung up.
Maya groaned at the thought of a total stranger, to Mira that is, taking care of her daughter.
“So tell us about this handsome doctor cousin of yours?” says Emily wiggling her eyebrows.
“Handsome my ass. Penelope just got confused because he’s like the one Indian man who is both tall and does not have a unibrow”, said Maya rolling her eyes.
The rest of the team smiles.
“Wait, so you’re Indian? How did we not know that about you?, asked Derek.
“Dude, my last name is Bose. How did you not know that about me?, asked Maya.
Derek just looked confused.
“Bose is the last name of a famous Indian engineer who invented the technology that made the Bose speaker and headphone brand possible. He was on Forbes 400 a couple years ago”, said Spencer.
“See, thank you Spence. Besides, where did you think I was from?”, asked Maya.
“Uh, well you spoke fluent Spanish. So somewhere that spoke Spanish”, replied Derek.
“Huh, my mom always told me I was mistaken for being Hispanic because I was fat. That’ll tell her”, said Maya.
The rest of the team rolled their eyes at what they assumed was yet another self-deprecating joke.
***
“Ma! I missed you”, screeched Mira, running towards her mom.
“Mira baby, I missed you too”, said Maya, squatting down to give her daughter a hug.
“I helped Ms. Penelope do a background check on Jordan!” said Mira with a look of glee on her face.
“You did what?! Penelope you helped my daughter do a background check on the little boy from pre-k she has a crush on!”, exclaimed Maya.
“Mama, he’s my boyfriend! We’re getting married tomorrow at recess!” cried out Mira.
“See, who was I to let her marry a complete stranger?”, asked Penelope, justifying her actions.
“I told y’all she was a handful”, said Maya as the rest of the team smiled.
“Mama, I’m hungry. I want some chocolate chip cookies”, whines Mira.
“We can make some tonight Mir, but I’m not sure I have any food with me”, said Maya.
“But mummy, I’m starving. I need food”, responded Mira.
“I know baby”, said Maya as she began looking through her desk before Mira threw yet another famous temper tantrum.
“Here, I have a granola bar I never ate”, said Hotch, handing Mira the bar.
“I don’t accept food from strangers Mr. Diarrheahead”, yelled Mira, throwing the bar on the ground.
“Mira, apologize now”, yelled Maya.
“I’m sorry Mr. Diarrheahead”, muttered Mira.
“His name is Mr. Hotchner not Diarrheahead, Mira Ananya Bose. And you better remember that”, said Maya sternly.
“I’m sorry Mr. Hotchner. I shouldn’t have called you that. But you could have been trying to poison me, I don’t know you!”, claimed Mira.
The others were just laughing, while Hotch had a smile on his face and Maya’s face carried an expression of both fury and embarrassment.
“Let’s go before you get Mommy fired”, said Maya.
The two said their goodbyes and left but not before Mira had the chance to say, “goodbye Mr. Diarrheahead”, as she waved with a cheeky smile on her face.
Requested: Modern time (if that’s okay) and African American! Shy!Reader… Morris is noticing kids in your grade is bullying you because of the color of your skin and how quiet you were…that All I got,let you mind go from there
Warnings: bullying
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You never really spoke to anyone at school
But that didn’t mean that people never noticed you
You knew it was true for the girls that had always picked on you
They made sure to torment you everyday
You had been the only African American student at your school
You never stood up for yourself
You didn’t know how
Morris saw it everyday
He’d almost been waiting for you to say something back
It hadn’t been until he saw you sitting by yourself and crying one day after school that he’d realized you never really had stuck up for yourself
He’d sat down next to you and started to talk
You hadn’t responded at first
Wiping your eyes of your tears until he’d said it was okay to cry
Morris hadn’t expected the meek little voice that had come out of you once you’d finally started talking
You both started hanging out everyday after that
Both of you getting closer and closer by the day
You hadn’t asked him to, but he stood up to those girls for you
It wasn’t long until you started dating
You didn’t want anyone knowing at first
You’d been worried about things people would say
Especially if people started to say things to Morris
You wouldn’t have been able to live with yourself if you’d been the reason he was being treated poorly too
It hadn’t been as bad as you expected
There were a few comments from people
But over all everyone had left you both alone when they’d finally gotten to know you
And that’s all you had wanted ever since you’d started going to school there
You screamed in frustration, struggling to pull your wet brush through the curls at the crown of your head. The water from the shower head rushed over your shoulders almost in consolation. You thought your hair could wait a few extra days - the past week at work was hellish, leaving no time for a good hair wash.
Apparently you thought wrong as you approached two hours of detangling in the shower. You wanted to cry and thoughts of shaving your head entered your mind when you heard a knock at the door.
“You alright baby? I heard you scream.” Steve’s voice reached your ears. You sighed, “I’m alright. Just frustrated.” A silence fell.
“Mind if I come in?”
Steve was the sweetest and he’d do anything for you, you knew this. But was he prepared for the mess that was your hair? You tried once more to get the detangler through your roots. The brush was stuck. Your answer was clear.
“Please come help me,” your words of defeat welcomed Steve into your tiny bathroom. He tentatively opened the door, peeking at you from behind it before fully emerging. He blinked at you in confusion.
“What’s the matter honey?” His voice was soft. You simply pointed at the brush stuck in your hair, dropping your chin so he could fully see the tangles. “I can’t do it anymore. My arms are tired.”
He chuckled. “May I?” You only nodded. He gently freed the brush and ever-so carefully began to detangle your matted ends, running his fingers through and following with the brush.
It wasn’t Steve’s first rodeo. He’d helped you on many of your wash days when the hair gods simply would not shine light upon you. He hummed, happily helping you detangle and define.
You spent the rest of your day in the bathroom, handing Steve conditioners and combs and feeling his delicate hands in your curls.
“All done?” He asked after the last leave-in was used and the last section was combed through. “Mhm all done.” You stood, stepping out of the tub to look in the mirror. Your hair was bouncy, soft, and beautiful thanks to your sweet boyfriend. You felt a weight leave your shoulders and you turned, draping your arms around Steve so you could kiss him. He laughed, squeezing your body close.
Warnings: reader uses no pronouns but they do have female genitalia, voyeurs, smut, dumbification, degrading
When he comes home from work all tired and sweaty you’re there making ramen bowls inspired by naruto for this lil nerd and hugs you from behind whispering about how pretty his baby is and makes you giggle with his flirty jokes and soft touches around your body.
When he’s in his gaming chair you bring him his favorite cookies and sit on his lap watching him play his games with your big ol puppy eyes and you look at him asking questions about the game and what it’s about and he happily explains it to you while caressing your little face and dragging his thumb across your lower lip.
He loves fucking you stupid. Putting his headset on you so the rest of the boys can hear your cute little mewls and whimpers and the guys (Aka the bakusquad) are teasing you and degrading you and you swear you hear some of them let out small groans and moans into the mic but you don’t care you’re too stupid to think about any of the mean things they say. All you can focus on is on kami bouncing you up and down on his cock.
His voice playful and shaky when he speaks as he reaches down to rub your sweet little cunny.
“Go on baby. Show them how stupid you get when your bouncing on my cock~”
He lets out a deep laugh when he hears you spilling out unfinished sentences like “fill me” “more” “s’ so good”
“Look at how dumb my sweet baby is already~ I can’t wait to see you when I’m done with you. I’ll make sure that the only thing on that sweet little brain of yours is how good I make your little cunny feel.”
Some Mina headcanons because she can roller derby on my face and I’d thank her
Warnings: mild nsfw (18+ ONLY), mentions of kinks but it’s mostly just fluff, mention of drugs (aka ) oh and we all collectively agree that Mina is infact a blaCK WOMAN!!! So if that bothers you the door is here
Reader is kept gender neutral and a POC!
She absolutely loves doing your hair
You want braids? Boom she does it for you.
You want cornrows? Dreads? Twists? Anything?? Consider yourself taken care of.
MinaLOVESgoing roller skating so for your first date guess where Mina takes you???
Yep
You guessed it
ROLLER DERBYYYYYY.
If you don’t know how to skate that’s fine. Once you’re date is done she’ll make sure you skate like a pro.
Self care nights with her are simply the best.
She believes in the idea that taking care of yourself keeps negative energies away from you so self care night is a very intimate moment for the two of you.
She loves communicating with you.
You’ve been feeling low? Do you wanna talk about it?
You made her upset? Lets talk about it so it doesn’t happen again.
She made you upset??? Tell her what she did so she can avoid doing that again!
Warning ⚠️(mild nsfw and up ahead)
Smoking with her is great.
She absolutely LOVES shotgunning with you.
She gets clingy when she’s high so she NEEDS to feel your touch.
Sits on your lap 24/7.
She’s a switch
She’s into bondage
She can’t cum more than once in a row she needs at least 5 minutes so she can cum again
Shes a sucker for pda she loves being shown around
She absolutely loves giving you head and watching you squirm around and your breathing get quicker.
Summary: Chaos ensues at the Stark Tower and some difficult decisions are made by the Stark family.
Hi guys! thanks for reading again. Sorry if it seems a little rushed but I’ve been super busy lol. But tomorrow’s my birthday so I get some time off!! yay!! lol. Anyway, thanks for reading again and thank you all for the support, it means so much to me!
Tony really didn’t know what to expect when he went into that kitchen.
He hoped that Pepper had just messed up dinner but of course was proven wrong when he got a fist to the face.
Great.
He could hear Pepper fighting as hard as she could, managing to take out a couple of intruders. He wasn’t as worried, as he knew his family was very much capable of taking care of themselves.
He activated his suit, allowing him to see through the smoke that covered his kitchen.
He could see at least ten men through the smoke. Two of them fighting with Pepper, and three coming his way. The rest were heading into the hallways. He shot the two that Pepper was dealing with, and turned his attention to the three approaching him.
“So, here to talk to me about my extended warranty?” Tony asked in a bored voice.
“We’re here for the girl Stark.”
Tony’s blood ran cold.
“She’s a little young for you, don’t you think?”
The man he was talking to threw a punch.
“You can’t hide her forever. We will have her."The two behind him tried to smash a chair over his head but ended up getting blasted. He turned to the one that was talking, only to get a chair smashed over his head.
"That hurt.” Tony said in a bored voice, then shooting him, “Not.”
He then turns to Pepper, “Hi honey.”
“What did you do.”
“Why is it that you always think I did something”
“Cause you always do something!” Pepper shouts
They stop their banter when they hear shouting from the living room.
“Oh no” Tony says making his way to the commotion.
In the living room, you were ambushed by five men. They were chuckling as their leader cornered you.
“So, this is the little Stark. What a pretty little thing~”
You cringe at his coos as you back up more, “ You know, I don’t think you’re my type.”
And with that you punch him in the face, taking advantage of his surprise. Then you swipe your foot, knocking him over and kicking him unconscious.
There was a brief moment when the remaining four looked in surprise. They were told that this would be an easy grab once Tony was taken out, but it seems that they were mistaken.
“You can’t win this Stark. Just come with us.”
They all rushed you at once, but you just smirked. You dodge the closest one to you and punch the second one in the gut. You’re grabbed from behind, but you headbutt him, causing him to let you go. You shake off the pain that bloomed in the back of your head and swung your leg up, kicking him in the face.
“Come on boys, put up a bit of a fight would ya?” You laugh.
The three men left looked enraged as they jumped at you again. You wrap your body around the one who pointed his gun at you, using his outstretched arm to maneuver yourself, wrapping your legs around his throat and throwing him to the floor with a hard thud.
“Huh..Aunt Nat made that look so much easier.”
“You little BITCH”
You turn seeing the two men left running at you. You run at them, kicking in one mans leg hearing a sick crunch and his pained screams. You then dodged what looked like a stun bullet that was aimed at you, letting it strike the man on the floor.
But before you could get the last guy, you hear the screech of your fathers suit and see the last goon fall to the ground. You look up to see your disheveled parents.
“What took you two so long.”
“We stopped for some coffee.” Your father replies,“ Are you alright?”
Pepper runs up to you and examines you, smushing your face.
“Ma, im okay really.”
“Huh.. looks like you’re staying in those lessons with Natasha.”
You roll your eyes, letting your mother baby you.
“Oh my.” You hear a voice say.
You all turn to see the Wayne family gathered at the entrance of the living room.
“Y/n did you do this?” Bruce asks, eyes calculating.
“Uh…yeah I train sometimes.”
“Tony what just happened?” Christine asks.
“They wanted Y/n.” Tony says grimly,“ For what I don’t know…but they know where she was. What time she’d be home and what room she was in.”
“So it’s safe to assume that they have been watching your family for a while.” Bruce adds
“Yeah…”
There was a tense silence
“So what? Are we going to the Malibu house?”
“No. No that address is easy to find. It’s public information.” Tony says with a frown, “ We can’t risk it.”
“Dad, I can take care of myself. You saw that.”
“I won’t risk it.” Tony says louder, “ I won’t risk you.”
“So what?” You ask, “ All our houses are public information. They know every place I might be.”
Jason speaks up, “ Well, not everyplace..”
You turn to him, “ Excuse me?”
“I’m just saying, if you came back to the manor-”
“No way.” You cut him off, “ No way, I’ll stay right here thank you very much.”
“That’s not a bad idea Jason.” Bruce says, “ I highly doubt these people would think you would be staying at the manor. Plus it’s out of the city.”
“Yeah and out of the question. I’m not going.” You say stubbornly.
But then Pepper turns to you sadly
“You should go.”
You feel your heart drop. MInd racing as you stutter out a
“W-what?”
Pepper goes on, “ If they watched us, they saw that Christine wasn’t in the picture, it wouldn’t make sense fo ryou to go to her home.”
“Mom..” You say, feeling betrayed, “ What are you saying?”
“I’m saying you need to go to Wayne Manor. Until we figure this out.”
You look at your dad, “ Dad, this is crazy.”
But Tony only looks at you sadly.
“No.” You say,“ No. NO. I can’t leave you. Don’t send me away!”
“Y/n, it’ll be alright! We’ll have a great time.” Christine says trying to wrap an arm around you, but you recoil from her grasp.
“I don’t care. I don’t want to go to Gotham.” You state, “Who voluntarily moves to Gotham anyway! There’s some sort of disaster every week!”
“Hey the local law enforcement works very hard to keep it at a two week minimum.” Jason says with a smirk, earning a slap upside the head from Dick.
“Y/n it isn’t safe. Right now it’s just us. The team is on different missions and what happens if I get sent on one?” Tony tries to reason, “ I can’t risk anything happening to you.”
“I’ve been kidnapped before.” You state.
“ANd that was the worst moment of my life. I won’t let it happen again.” Tony says softly.
“With her?” you ask, voice breaking,“ You’ve asked me for a lot of things dad. But this…”
You wipe a tear harshly, “ I can’t be around you right now.”
And with that you push past a glaring Damian and Cassandra, making your way to your room.
Pepper sighs, “Let her go. SHe needs some time.”
Then she turns to Christine and Bruce, “ We should discussion this decision.”
Then she marches to the messy living room. Not happy, but knowing this is something she needs to do for her daughter.
You feel angry betrayed, and just a mixture of negative emotions.
You couldn’t believe what just happened. You couldn’t believe that your parents agreed to make you go with her. You’d rather get kidnapped by HYDRA than live with her.
You stop your pacing to pick up your phone. You see a few notifications. One from Peter and two from Wade.
Knife Block
“Hey Starky, look it happened again! :)”
*1 attached image*
It was a picture of his severed arm with the middle finger pointing out. You cringe but you were used to this kinda stuff.
Me
“gross man.”
You sigh and toss your phone on the bed. Maybe Wade could be your bodyguard. That way you wouldn’t have to live with Christine and her poor rendition of the Addams Family.
“Yeah like dad would ever let that happen.”
You frown. WHy can’t she just leave again. Everything was better without her here. And if she wasn’t here, your dad wouldn’t be making you leave.
*Kockknockknock*
“Hey Y/n, it’s Dick”
You stay silent, refusing to acknowledge the man at your door.
“Look, I know that I’m probably one of the last people you want to talk to.” He chuckles, “ But I mean, mom wanted to come up here but I beat her to it so I can’t be that bad.”
You roll your eyes.
“Listen, I know this must be…difficult. I can’t imagine what it feels like. But we’re family now. You can talk to me about anything. I’ll be more than-”
You had enough, so you want to open the door.
“Look. I get it, you’re like the older brother right?” You ask, not giving him time to answer, “ You probably had a billion similar talks with the Brady Bunch out there, but I’m not one of them. So cut the big brother schtick.”
Dick deflates, knowing that this wasn’t going to be easy.
“Y/n, I need you to understand something. Us finding out about you wasn’t any easier on us. But, despite the hostility from Damian and Cass, the rest of us are trying.” He frowns before tentatively placing an hand on your shoulder.
“I promise, that your stay at our house won’t be as miserable as you think.”
And with that he smiled, squeezed your shoulder and walked down the hallway. Leaving you to your thoughts and wondering what hallmark movie he thought he was in.
Summary: Back at the Tower, Y/n has a talk with Pepper.
a/n: ohhh another part finished!! some new characters will be revealed next part and i’m so great full for @social-media-imagines-by-me fir helping me create them
You were furious.
You stormed into your room and slammed the door, finding satisfaction in the loud bang it produced. You then ripped through your drawers and closet, pulling on some work out clothes and some gloves. You then marched out of the room, slamming the door again, startling Sam and Bucky who happened to be passing by.
“Geez kid, slam it a little harder I don’t think it fell off the hinges yet.” Sam jokes, but you were in no joking mood so you swirled around with fire in your eyes.
“You okay doll?” Bucky softly asks, pushing a frightened Sam to the side. You sigh, knowing it’s not fair to take out your anger on them.
“Sorry Sam, it’s just…my biological mom is here and wants me to move in with her.”
“Oh…” Bucky says, not good with things like this, “ Do you want me to like…kill her or…”
“NO” You laugh, “ It’s just I haven’t seen her in nine years and she has the audacity to come up here like it’s nothing?!”
Your anger returns, “ She thinks that just because she pushed me out of her vagina”
The two men cringe at the words
“That she can just claim me? That’s not how it works!” You shout, “ And, she brought her fucking husband. The man she left us for! Who does that?!”
Bucky looks at Sam, mentally asking him what they should do. Sam just rolls his eyes and turns back to you.
“Come on kid, it looks like you wanna punch something.”
and with that he lead you to the training room where Steve was training with Peter.
“Come on queens, you gotta stay on your feet” Steve k=jokes as he, again, trips Peter.
“Mr. Rogers, do you think we should take a break?” Peter pants.
You stride pass them, not bothering to say hi. They look at Sam and Bucky for an explanation and just get a shake of the head.
“Hey Y/n that’s my punching” Steve started to say when he saw you throw a hard punch to the bag, “Nevermind…”
You ignore the group behind you, opting to pummel the poor punching bag in front of you.
Your mind flashes back to your mother and her words.
“A girl needs her mother”
*punch*
“Oh petal I wanted to call”
*punch* *punch*
“Come to Gotham. Meet your siblings!”
*BANG*
You look down to see the punching bag flew off the hook and is spilling sand on the floor. You were confused, as you knew you weren’t strong enough to do that, not even when you were angry.
“Wow, I guess Cap didn’t secure that hook again.”
You jump, not expecting someone to be there, as you heard Sam, Bucky, Steve, and Peter leave. You turn to see Pepper there looking at the bag in surprise. You sigh, stepping away from the mess and taking off your gloves. You make your way to the bench and take a swig of water.
“Did you need something Pep?” You ask, avoiding eye contact.
“Well, i was just wondering if my kid was okay. But given the fact that you punched that bag like it would restore your honor..”
You knew you shouldn’t have showed her Avatar.
“I’m assuming your not.” She finishes.
You give her a half smile, looking down at your hands.
“Y/n” She says, “ Talk to me.”
You finally speak, “Why now?”
Pepper frowns, understanding that small phrase, ’ I don’t know.“
"She’s not my mother.” You state, “ She…she might have been once but now?”
Pepper nods,“ I love you.”
You smile, the words reassuring you, “ I love you too Pep.”
“Come on, your messing up your manicure.” She says with a smile, standing and extending a hand towards you. You feel your demnor soften and your mood lighten. Pepper always managed to make you feel better.
“Yeah okay..thanks.” You say, taking her hand and letting her pull you from the bench, “ Are you hungry? Cause I am>”
Days went by and you hadn’t heard a peep from Christine. It was like she went off to lick her wounds and just decided not to reach out again.
Which didn’t bother you one bit.
But apparently the universe wanted to fuck with you because when you came home from a day out with Peter, there was your mother, Bruce Wayne, and all six million of her fucking kids sitting on the couch.
“What the fuck?” You say causing the attention to turn to you.
“Language” Peter says, You smile softly at him before then turning to glare at Tony.
“Don’t look at me, it was your moth-uh Peppers idea.” Tony stumbled, looking rather uncomfortable sharing a drink with the man that his…wife? girlfriend?… whatever she was left him for.
“Pep what?” You asking, softening your glare because you’d be damned if you disrespected her.
“I just think it’d be best if we clear the air and get everything out on the table.” Pepper said in that tone she uses when she’s dealing with difficult people or the press. You called it her CEO tone.
“Now, go take your bags upstairs and wash up. And I’ll pretend that you aren’t an hour late”
“It was Peter’s idea…” You mumbled and walking to the stairs that lead to the bed rooms.
“It was not!” Peter shouts following you to the rooms to help with the bags.
Christine watched as her daughter walked out of the room, playfully arguing with Peter. It was as if she were a whole different person, carefree and playful. Totally different from when she was glaring and stiff when talking to her. It broke her heart hearing Tony refer to Pepper as her Mother rather than Christine. But what did she expect?
Damian scoffed catching her attention, “Mother I do not see why you’ve dragged us here, that girl didn’t even acknowledge us.”
“Damian, enough” Bruce said, not looking away from his awkward conversation with Tony.
“Gee if only I could do that with our kids.” Tony mutters into his drink.
“Does Y/n argue often?” Bruce asks trying to engage in conversation.
Tony laughs before fondly speaking, “ Sort of. She isn’t the type to back down when she thinks something is right. There was this one time I caught her arguing with one of my business partners about his "condescending tone and misogynistic attitude”.“
”“And did she apologize after?”
“Hell no. She glared at me and told me apologizing just for his ego would be demeaning her experiences as a woman. Although to be fair he was an asshole.”
Bruce chuckles, “ She sounds like a well rounded young woman. How old was she then?”
“Ah about 10, it was funny seeing this little girl argue in a Justin Bieber shirt argue about the patriarchy with a full grown man.”
Bruce and Tony shared a laugh, picturing the scene.
“You must be very proud of her.” Bruce mentions after they quieted down. Tony let a small smile escape.
“ I am. She’s had a rough life, and I…” Tony trails off, “ She means everything to me. Without her…I don’t think I’d be the same person I am today.”
And with that, Tony downed his drink and stood, “ Want another?”
Bruce smiled and accepted, watching Tony leave. He can tell that the man was close to his daughter. A bond that formed due to a loss, they both grew from it and grew closer. He understood, thinking about his own children.
Pepper and Christine were having a somewhat similar conversation, although it was a little more tense.
“So…Pepper-”
“Virginia.” Pepper said, cutting her off.
“Excuse me?”
“My name is Virginia. Pepper is a nickname my family calls me.”
“Oh. Okay, Virginia, how long have you known Y/n and Tony?”
“Oh about nine or so years. I was promoted to assistant when I saw how much of a mess Tony was.” Pepper said casually.
Dick and Jason tensed, overhearing the tense conversation between the two mothers. But before Dick could interrupt Jason sat him back down.
“I wanna see what happens.”
Christine continued, “ And when did you become a..more permanent around the house?”
“When I saw that Y/n the one taking care of Tony.” Pepper said in a serious tone, “She was the one making sure he didn’t choke on his vomit and eating cereal as his flings walked out the room. Then he got kidnapped…and y/n was alone. So I made sure she’d never be alone again.”
Christine heart sank. She knew about the whole kidnapping thing. Why she didn’t step in, she doesn’t know. It’s just another thing she regrets to this day.
Before Pepper could continue, she heard two sets of footsteps and voices
"All I’m saying is, if he looks at me funny, I’m fighting him and that’s that.”
“Yeah maybe not the best impression on…” Peter cuts off when they reach the living room. Eyes again on the two of you.
“Let’s get this over with.” You muttered, saying bye to Peter and making way over to the couch to sit next to Pepper.
“Y/n!” Christine says happily, “ I’m glad you’re here. We brought you something!”
She pulls out a box and she carefully hands it over to you.
You look at it suspiciously before getting a nudge from Pepper.
“Thank you.” You grit out. Earning a glare from Damian and Cassandra.
You open the box to see…cupcakes.
“They’re the peanut butter strawberry cupcakes you used to like. Remember? I used to bring them when I came to see you.” Christine says, trying to bring up good memories.
You frown and close the box, “ I’m allergic to strawberries.”
Lie.
Pepper casts a glance towards you, “They look lovely, let me take them into the kitchen, I’ll check on dinner.”
And with that she takes the box and leaves into the kitchen. Leaving you and Tony alone.
“So…Stark” Damian started fixing his gaze on you.
“Yes, Wayne?” You said, matching his energy.
“What exactly is it you want from my mother?” He asks, earning a groan from his older brothers.
“Well, I’d appreciate it if she left me alone.” You say with a straight face.
Christine frowns but before she says something Damian speaks up again.
“Tt, all this drama for the likes of you? It’s honestly disappointing” He drawls, trying to get under your skin.
“Damian!” Christine scolded.
“Well, I apologize for not meeting your standards. I’d try harder if I cared what a toddler thought of me.”
Jason let out a surprised chuckle while the rest of the family looked on in shock. Tony just rolled his eyes.
“I do not understand why Mother insists on rekindling her relationship with you. You obviously weren’t worth the effort the first time around.” He spits, causing the rest of the family to gasp.
You however, just laugh, “ When you figure it out, let me know. It’s probably the same reason she puts up with you.”
Damian glares, about to start in again when Jason cuts him off “ Shut up Demon. She got you man.”
“Tt”
“I’m Jason, and anyone who can out that brat in check is good in my book.” He says sending you a smirk.
You smile back, “ I’m friends with Loki and Wade Wilson, I’m hardly affected by anything anymore.” Your dad rolls his eyes again, he’s not exactly enthusiastic about your choice in friends.
You like this one. Probably the one you’re gonna be able to stand in this family.
“Don’t hog her Jason!” Dick shouts pushing him away before turning to smile at you, “ Hi! I’m-”
“Dick Grayson. I know, you spilled your champagne on my dress a few years ago at a New Years gala.” You say, still a little bitter about it.
“Oh. heh, right, sorry about that. Again.” He says sheepishly.
You turn to Cassandra, “ You’re Cassandra. You and your friend cornered me in the bathroom.”
Cassandra scowls and looks away.
Then you turned to Tim, “ And you need to learn how to secure your fire walls better.”
Tim looked at you confused, “Um excuse me?”
You smirked, “ Just a suggestion. I assume you don’t want people to know about your…bats in the attic?”
The whole family froze.
You knew? There was no way.
“Kid, are you hacking again?” Tony said exasperatedly, “ You promised you’d stop after the last time.”
“Hey it’s not my fault Shuri didn’t think about changing her password.” You say defensively, “ and it’s not like you were complaining when you had me hack into SHEILDS databases”
“What was that!?” Pepper shouts from the kitchen.
“Heheh, nothing dear.” Tony shouts back then in a hushed voice scolds you, “ I gave you fifty bucks to keep that a secret.”
“I didn’t say what you had me retrieve.” You said smugly leaning back in your chair.
Bruce didn’t know how to feel.
On one hand, this teen that objectively hates his family, knows their biggest secret. She can singlehandedly destroy their family and expose them. And she has the means to.
But on the other, she’s a perfect fit for their family. She gets along with Jason, doesn’t let Damian get under her skin, and from the looks of it can definitely take care of herself. Only thing is, again, she hates his wife and by association, his family.
“I’m sorry, hacking? You know that’s illegal right?” Tim asks, still in shock that you got past his security systems.
You turn to him and in a bored tone replied , “Yeah? and?”
Tim stuttered for a bit before going quiet with a blush. It was adorable really.
You had to hold back a laugh, it was fun getting this stuffy family all riled up. Especially when you can see the disapproval in Christines face.
“Tony, you let our daughter participate in illegal activities??” Christine asks with a raised brow.
The table goes silent at the tone of her voice. Knowing that when she uses it someone is really in trouble.
But you roll your eyes because how are you supposed to know what that tone means?
“I let my daughter express herself in a …healthy way. She knows her limits.” Tony replies cooly, taking a drink and looking back into the kitchen wondering where Pepper went.
”Obviously not. Tony she has no regard for the laws at all! You think i didn’t see the headlines last year?!”
Ah yes, last year you had a slight scandal where you may have punched a pap for trying to get a picture up your skirt but who wouldn’t?!
“ And you let her hang around criminals and terrorists?!”
You scoff, “ Oh please everyone in the Avengers was a criminal or terrorist at least once.”
“Not helping kid.” Tony says, “Christine, you and your family have no right to come into my home and judge my family. I’ve been civil. Hell maybe a little too much. Mainly because if I wasn’t, my wife—err Fiancée, would kill me.”
You snicker, earning a few glares.
“Look the point is, don’t tell me how to raise my daughter. Especially because I was doing it all alone.” Tony finishes with a sigh.
The table goes silent. You were getting tired of all the tense silences today.
“ Look.” You turn to Christine, “ I get that you probably feel guilty or something because you ditched me. And I appreciate that or whatever.”
You were not good at this.
“ But I don’t wanna live with you.”
Christine looks down sadly, “ Y/n I just…I just want to get to know you again. You’re my baby.”
Before you could answer you heard a crash come from the kitchen and smoke fill the rooms.
“ Pepper?!” You cough, “ Dad what’s happening?!”
“ I don’t know. Stay here” He says summoning his suit.
“FRIDAY?!” You shout, but not hearing the AI.
The Wayne’s all looked at each other in panic. They didn’t bring their suits, thinking it was just a dinner.
You turn to them and shout “ Come with me, and stay low!”
You start to lead them to the stair case, knowing that the rooms were relatively safe.
“Come on!” you yell when they don’t follow you.
Christine stands from her seat and makes to follow you before being stopped by Damian.
“Mother we cannot..”
“Damian, I’ve had about enough of you. Let’s go.” She says sternly and follows you. The rest of the family following behind as Bruce nudges Damian.
“ Come on son.”
“Father we don’t know where she’s leading us.” Damian says stubbornly.
“There’s nothing we can do right now.” he coughs.
The sounds of punching and the blasts come from the kitchen.
“Let’s go.”
They finally join the rest of the family. You have them crouched in the hallway.
“ This is James’ room. Dad had it modified just incase he was ever triggered into the Winter Solider again. No ones getting through this door when it’s locked.”
You usher them in.
“Come on Y/n” Christine says reaching a hand out to you.
You smirk, “ What? and miss all the action?”
You close the door and lock it before leaving. Laughing at their surprised faces.
Nate was a cocky little shit. And who could blame him? He stole almost as often as he could breathe, and got away with it more times than he could count. But not this time. No. This time he made the mistake of stealing from you. And you were coming in hot. If he knew how much trouble it’d be stealing your necklace, he would’ve thought twice about it.
“How is she so fast?” Nate pants as you chase him down a narrow street before turning a corner.
He curses under his breath as he looks over his shoulder to see that you were right behind him, staring daggers at him. The second Nate looks ahead he was suddenly on the ground after an object hits him in the back of the head.
“Ow!” Nate clutches his head as he lies on the ground. He looks up to see you hopping over to him with one shoe on. “Did you seriously just throw your shoe at me?”
“Bitch, you stole from me! You’ve got no room to judge.” You approach him and sat on his stomach to keep him pinned to the ground.
“You steal from me again and I promise you that I will step on you like the bottom you are.” You threaten, grabbing a handful of his shirt to yank him forward.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” Nate chuckles weakly, holding up your necklace.
“Ugh. Fucking masochist…” You snatch your necklace back from his hand.
You stood up to your feet to slip your other shoe back on before you turn around and walk off, putting your necklace back on.
Had you met under different circumstances, the idea of being underneath a beautiful woman like you who could also take him down didn’t sound so bad to him.
