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other mother x unloved reader(platonic pairing)
sorry this was very rushed.
(reader is 18+)
Y/N POV
I awake to the sound of birds outside my window, the soft sound echoing throughout my empty room. The smell of old wallpaper filling my nose and I take a deep breath. finding peace in this moment, it's the little moments that keep me going. The moments without yelling, the moments where I'm alone and the only voice is my own. I sit up and stretch and wince, the belt mark from last night still fresh and barely scabbing over. I layed back down before lifting up my sleeve to reveal the bruises from her. Memories flood back into my mind as I push them away, closing them off. My peace was interrupted by a loud voice coming from downstairs.
“Y/N come down here this instant!!” my mother yelled from the bottom floor
I sat on the edge of my bed, closing my eyes tightly to find the strength to go deal with her. Finally I started walking, past the moving boxes and opened my door revealing the hallway. I walked down it looking at the pictures of my family, we look so happy together. But its a lie, all the pictures and parties are a lie. My parents aren't very fond of me to say the least. I make my way to the kitchen where i find my mother cross armed. “So, you think you can live her and be lazy huh?” she said with anger lacing her words. I was confused, i did everything she asked i cleaned and cleaned till i was exhausted. “What do you mean? I did everything?” i said but before i could speak another word she slapped me, “this! I mean this!” she said holding up a plate “you forgot to do the dishes!”. But i didn't, i couldn't have, i did the dishes. My father… he had ate breakfast before going into work, all this over a single plate.
I feel the tears pool up in my eyes before she grabbed my hair and pulled me, making me follow her. “I'm sorry, i'm sorry i'm sorry,” i just kept muttering until we reached the closet. She unlocked it and threw me into it, my back hitting the wall with a loud thud as my back started bleeding from my lash. “I've already locked away your stuff so don't try complaining to your little friends about me, this is what parenting is. It's not my fault you keep screwing up” she said to me before locking the closet door and walking away. I grabbed an old shirt from the floor and placed it over mine to cover up the blood spot that's bleeding through my tank top.
I sat there and curled up hugging my knees, “why why why… we used to be so happy” I thought to myself before the shelf above me broke, a shoe box came crashing down in front of me. “Shit” I thought as I knew my mother would yell at me for the noise and probably do worse. I noticed something though, a key fell out of the box. I picked it up and it was labeled “closet hatch '' I heard my mothers footsteps approaching so I quickly looked around and saw behind me, covered by coats, was a small door. I placed the key in and turned the lock, it wouldn't budge and I heard her coming closer. I frantically fidgeted with it until it came open, I crawled inside just in time and locked the door from the inside. I heard my mother yell into the closet “where are you bitch?!?”
I pressed my body into the door, so fearful I felt my legs shake. I closed my eyes tightly, feeling the tears well up in them. After what felt like forever I opened them and looked around this place. It looked… It looked like a tunnel. The walls were glowing blue and purple, I looked down and saw an adorable mouse looking at me. I waved at it and placed my hand down for it to sniff me, it jumped right into my hand and I smiled. I went to go pet the small creature and it jumped out of my hands running away down the tunnel. I crawled after it, unsure of where I was going.
After a while we came to a small door, like the one I entered through. My breath became shaky as I turned the key opening it up, I pushed open the door and crawled out. I stood up and looked around, this…this was my house. Fuck, this just lead to my living room. I heard footsteps coming towards me and I went to scrabble back into the hatch but it was closed. And my key was gone.
“Shit shit shit no please..” i said under my breath and I ran to the corner behind my couch, I kneeled down and tucked my head into my knees as I heard the footsteps grow closer until they were right in front of me. I closed my eyes tighter waiting for a slap or a kick, but all I felt was a hand being placed on my arm gently. “Please….please don't hurt me anymore mom..” I cried out and the hand was taken off my arm.
“Hurt you… oh my, y/n no… i love you i would never hurt you..” a voice that was sweet as honey spoke out.
I slowly uncovered my face and looked up at the person in front of me. She smiled at me and crouched down to be at my level, “w-who are you?” I said with worry in my voice, this woman. She had black hair and red lips but what really stood out was that in place of her eyes, were black buttons. Fear stuck my core as this woman placed a hand on my knee
“Why silly, I'm your mother!” she said with a smile. But this woman wasn't my mother, she didn't look anything like her and didn't act like her either. “You're not my mother…” I said keeping my distance from her. “Why love, I'm your other mother,” she said, her smile growing softer. I nodded while still being totally freaked out “come on now sweetie, dinners ready!” she said before swiftly standing up motioning for me to follow her. I stood and looked around this place more thoroughly, this place looked like my house but..it seemed more home-like. There were softer colors and it didn't stink of bleach and old wallpaper.
I must be dreaming.. This cant be real. I followed her into the kitchen and she motioned for me to sit down at the table. I sat and another person walked in, a man with brown curly hair and glasses. “Hi dear! Hi y/n! How was your day?” he said before patting me on the shoulder. I winced and tears pricked my eyes. The lash started bleeding through my shirt and tried to stay calm. I heard the man gasp and saw the woman's eyes go wide. “Sweetie… what happened” he said to me with a worried tone. “My…my mother…the one through that door she-” i couldn't speak anymore before i started crying. Through tears in my eyes I swear I saw the woman's hands twitch, claws growing out of it before going back to normal. “Honey, why don't you come with me? I can help you get cleaned up then we can eat ok?” my other mother said. I nodded and followed her up the stairs
She led me into a bathroom and twisted the faucet to turn the bath on. She walked over to a cabinet and opened it, then handed me the fluffiest towel I've ever seen. “I'll let you have some privacy dear” my other mother said before walking out of the bathroom. I undressed and looked at myself in the mirror, bruises, so many bruises. I sighed and sat down in the bath, the warm water stinging my back. I started to relax until I heard the door creak open, “oh sorry dear here's your ro-” she cut herself off and her eyes went wide, staring at me. I covered myself and started to cry. “Please..you cant tell her you saw this shell just hurt me more please..” I begged her through tears. The woman's face turned dark before back light again, “darling, she will never hurt you again.” she said, placing my robe on the door. “What do you mean, I have to go back at some point…” I said, wiping my tears away.
“Honey, how would you like to stay here? For a while I mean.” she said with a smile. I nodded and she left closing the door. I got out of the bath and noticed she gave me some pajamas, they were (YFC) with black trim on them. I got dressed and walked downstairs. I slowly made my way to the kitchen and sat down at the table.
“Hello sport!” said the man sitting on the other side of the table. “I'm your other father, its nice to have you home” he said with a smile, his eyes black buttons as well. I smiled at him and my other mother placed a plate in front of me, i looked down at it and then back up. The table seemed to be magically covered in food i blinked and she nodded at me signaling that i could eat. I grabbed a turkey leg and a huge scoop of mashed potatoes, corn and a roll. I ate quickly, not used to having this much food. “Hungry dear?” she asked me and i stopped. “She.. when shes mad at me she doesn't let me eat, and shes mad a lot..” i said quietly. Her hand fidgeted again. “Well dig in! I made plenty for everyone” she said and started to eat as well followed by my other father. I didn't skip a beat and began eating again.
We finished up dinner and she took my dirty plate to the sink. She turned towards me “are you tired dear?” i nodded ‘’well me and your father will take you to your room!” she said and grabbed my hand softly leading me up the stairs, my other father behind me. She lead me to a room, it was much livelier then my other one, the walls were (YFC) and my childhood toys were placed neatly in the corner. “Oh i almost forgot!” she said and pulled out something from her pocket, it was my phone! “Here you go love! You wont be able to contact anyone from the other world but you can use the internet!” she said smiling, i hugged her tightly and she wrapped her arms around me. “Thank you” was all i could mutter out, being overwhelmed with joy.
“Well, its time to sleep dear” she said and i walked over to my bed undoing the covers. They were so soft ,i quickly got under them and laid down. “I wish I could stay here forever..” i said yawning
“Oh of course you can!” she said before a wave of fatigue went over me. she said, stroking my hair. Before I could respond I started to fall into a deep sleep. But before i was out, i remember her saying,
“you didn’t have an option of leaving anyways.”
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What is or isn't a slur can be highly contextual, y'all.
"Jonny Sims bummed a fag off my ma" doesn't contain a slur, but "What are you, some kind of fag?" does.
"Queer studies", "the queer community" and "I'm queer"? Not a slur. Some bigot calling you a "dirty queer"? Slur.
"Be gay, do crimes" and "He's gay" ≠ slur, but "Ew, that's so gay" = slur.
In conclusion, stop buying into this fucking "q slur" bullshit. Queer people talking about the queer community aren't using it as a slur any more than a gay man calling himself gay is using that term as a slur.
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I know this is not what i usually post, BUT here's some proof "god" LOVES the slaughter of actual children. <3
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Jason Voorhees HC (nsfw)
Jason gets very..frustrated and needs an outlet to release it. Every night he comes home and craves your touch, and he does a pretty good job of remaining calm and composed. But.. Some nights, he doesn't. He will grab you by your hair and slam you up against a wall, his hand hitting the wall with a thud by your face. He’ll throw you up over his shoulder and speed up the stairs.
Sometimes he’ll take his time with foreplay, slowly tracing his hands over your body until your begging him to fuck you. But some nights he’ll ram his cock into you after little to no prep at a piston pace. You're the only one he desires so he needs you. Most times before ramming into you he’ll dive his tongue in between your thighs and go to town. He loves your taste but he’ll get restless to be inside you.
He loves when you suck him off, he loves to grab your hair and ram himself down your throat. He's so big but he loves the feeling of you gagging and choking on him, but he’ll give you breaks to catch your breath before diving back down your throat. If he ate you out he usually expects a blowjob in return, though sometimes he just wants to make you feel good.
He loves finger fucking you, his strong calloused hands sliding in and out while his thumb rubs circles into your clit. He loves to combo his fingers and tongue at the same time, feeling you squirm and moan makes this man smirk from ear to ear.
He loves dragging his knife against your skin, the way you shutter from the cold blade and to hear your whimpers really riles him up. He’ll hold a knife to your throat as he railing into you, pressing down harder each time but careful enough to not draw blood. He loves biting your neck and chest, the taste of your metallic blood in his mouth releases something primal in him.
When Jason slides into you after agonizing, teasing and edging, he’s gonna go painfully slow until you start begging. He loves to hear you beg underneath him, pleading with him to go faster, and he’ll reward you with a monstrous pace. Lifting your legs over his shoulders and leaning down to sink his teeth into your skin, licking and biting leaving bruises and hickeys all over you.
He is rough with you, he loves when you're vocal. He thrives on hearing your moans and whimpers, it gives him a great deal of pride. And if you’re not a whimpering mess under him he’ll make sure to slam into you and reach down and taste your clit mercilessly. He’ll groan and moan too, but he mostly just lets out breathy sighs of pleasure.
He’ll either cum deep inside you, on your tits, or his favorite- in your mouth. He loves watching you swallow his cum, it's his favorite part. And he’ll make sure you don't spill any, covering his hand over your mouth till you’ve swallowed it all. He’ll shove any dripping back into your mouth, When he cums down your throat he’ll shove his cock as far down as he can.
His aftercare includes running you a bath, making sure you drink water, and brushing your hair. And of course cuddles, he loves when you lay in his lap so he can run his fingers through your hair. When he’s finished running the bath he’ll scoop you up in his arms and set you down gently into the tub, he’ll sit outside the tub and wash your back and hair. He’ll make sure to rinse any cum off, or out of you. And he’ll be damn sure to make sure you drink at least a full bottle of water.
The night usually ends with you falling asleep in his arms, while he kisses every bruise, bite mark, and hickey he's made. He wants you to know you’re precious to him, even if he can't vocalize it.
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Can you do the Cullen's with a short human mate 🍋❤️
Small!Human HC’s 🍋
Warnings: size kink stuff, mentions of tummy bulges
CARLISLE CULLEN:
I’m gonna start this off by saying that every single Cullen loves it. They may have different reasons, but they all love a short partner.
That being said, I think Carlisle would enjoy how short you are because he can lay kisses on the top of your little head. He also constantly has his hand on your back while you’re walking together.
His favorite position to take you in is with you on top. He likes watching your little frame ride him while he sits against the headboard so he can look you in the eye at the same time.
He thinks it’s so cute how small your hands are. He’ll hold them and admire the difference between yours and his while he bucks into you from below.
ESME CULLEN:
It makes her baby you in the best of ways. She’ll buy you anything you want because she just thinks you’re so darn cute.
Is always asking if you’re okay with what she’s doing to you. You could get a little too loud when she’s going down on you and she’ll stop and make sure you’re okay.
She’s so careful when she fingers you. She puts her hand in a bowl of warm water before she does anything so the temperature difference isn’t too much.
She just wants to have sweet lazy sex with her tiny-ass mate
EDWARD CULLEN:
When he first does stuff with you, he immediately develops a huge oral fixation. He loves how you have to sit up on your knees just to suck him off, how your warm little lips wrap so nicely around his member.
This applies to giving oral too. His cold tongue gliding along as you shiver underneath him, hands tangled in his hair. Just thinking about it gets him rock hard.
He would love for you to sit on his face but he’s too embarrassed to ask for it.
JASPER HALE:
Feeds into his possessiveness and protectiveness. You being small means you’re more likely to get hurt (at least in his eyes), so he keeps an eye out for you at all times.
You’re his tiny mate and nobody’s gonna take that away from him. Flirt with someone else and you’re in for the night of a lifetime.
He’s also fond of oral. Specifically face-fucking. He lays you on the edge of the bed with your head hanging off and admires the bulge he makes in your throat when he thrusts in.
He may lose some control sometimes, but the moment he senses you’re in pain, he stops. It also kind of plays into his edging kink, because when you tap his thigh to ask for air, it kind of ruins his orgasm in a delicious way.
EMMETT CULLEN:
He’s rather large, and is possibly the one who likes tiny partners the most. He thinks the size difference is so fucking hot.
Favorite position is probably doggy like I mentioned in another post. He sets you on your hands and knees and goes to town, holding one of his hands on your hip and the other wrapped around to feel the bulge in your tummy.
Probably into overstim, thinks it’s cute to see his mate squirm and beg like that. He’d never hurt you, but the thought of going until your little body can’t take it anymore is very pleasant.
ALICE CULLEN:
She’s also very short so she sees it as a sign that you were meant to be together
The first time you fuck, she admits that she’s already seen all the kinks you like in her visions (which is kind of creepy but hey, it feels hella good)
She’s very into lingerie, on you and on herself. It’s goes along with her fashionista nature, she loves finding what colors and styles look best on you.
She would probably want to film it at least once. Just a handmade porno as a keepsake of when you were human. She thinks it’s so cute how tiny you both are.
ROSALIE HALE:
I’m not sure how tall she is, but let’s just say it’s taller than you.
She’s kind of torn. She loves how small you are because it feeds into her dom-side, but she can’t help but worry about other people taking advantage of it.
She breaks out the strap-on for special occasions. Despite how rare that can be, she’s got fucking game and I will not accept any other headcanon.
You can fuck her or she can fuck you, but either way, she prefers to be on top. She can’t get enough of your little body underneath her.
She’ll kiss your cheek and tell you what a good sub you make. Praise kink all the way, she wants you to feel special (and wouldn’t mind it if you praise her back)
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Michel Myers HC (nsfw)
•Michel is usually the first one to make a move. he loves touching you and being close, being touched starved and all.
•he’s not big on foreplay, but he doesn't mind doing it. He’s very impatient so he’s going to warm you up very roughly, using his hands and mouth to explore every part inside you.
• he’s not very vocal but if your not moaning or whimpering hell slam into you until your screaming, your pleasure comes before his and he likes to know he’s doing a good job.
•He loves eating you out, he could do it for hours. your taste is intoxicating to him, when he comes home after a long day he wants to take his frustration out and pleasing you seems to get the job done. you better get comfy cause he will do it till you have to push him away, and even some after that.
• Like most guys he’s a fan of blowjobs, he loves watching you kneel down and suck him off. he’ll even face fuck you a little. he’s going to wrap his fingers in your hair and even praise you, but he doesn't speak much “so...good..” “fuck.. just like that” “good girl....”
•he can last for a while, but it depends on the day. he can go anywhere from 30min to several hours. though he wont cum unless you have, usually he wont until you've came Several times.
•He loves when you squirt for him, it tell him he’s doing a good job. and he wont stop until you've done it again.. And again.. and again. its like a drug to him, he feels pride when you do it for him. he thinks it taste like heaven, so he loves when you do it on his tongue. the first time you did it he stopped, and looked at it before smashing into you like a piston. that night lasted many, many hours until you couldn’t walk.
•he loves cumming inside of you, its his favorite part. he’ll shove himself deep into you and shoot load after load into you. if it drips out he’ll shove it back into you. he loves when you swallow his cum, when your giving a blowjob he’ll grab your hair and choke you down his shaft cumming down your throat. and you better swallow, or else your in for a punishment.
•after your both done he loves to hold you close to his chest, he loved your touch. he’ll kiss and lick every bruise and hickey he’s made, whispering sweet nothing into your ear. he’ll praise you big time “you were such a good girl” “you took me so good” “you made me so proud”. and after you’ve rested for a bit hell bathe you and wash away all the drool and cum.
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