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koffing-time · 23 hours

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You like poison types so you must know somethin’ about bulbasaur, right?? I’m gonna raise mine to be really strong so what can I know about poison Pokémon?? @pokemoncollector98

Hey there kid! Yeah, i know a thing or two about bulbasaur, but i actually haven't met many in real life.

First, i have to say, and i bet Prof. Oak told you as well, and probably your mom too, but it's true: A pokémon doesn't need to be strong and good at battling! The most important thing is that they're happy and that you're good friends!

Now that this is out of the way, let me try and get you some useful info (and i also got Olivia to write a little bit about battling. He's better at this than me):

\\there is a good chunk of headcanon in there, and it got a bit long so i'm making a cut lol

So, first: Bulbasaur is a grass and poison type, but you know that already, right? These Pokémon tend to be poisonous, not venomous. That means they use their toxins (and poison type attacks) more to protect themself than to attack others. (I'm not sure how much you know about this already: a toxin is the stuff that makes a poison poisonous. But "poison" is not always the right word, but toxin is, so i use that word. Yes, that also means "poison type" is techncially wrong but that's not my fault)

And Bulbasaur is no different! The Venusaur line keeps most of their toxins in special areas within their back. For your Bulbasaur, that is the bulb. When it evolves, it will be the stem of the flower and in the area of the back around that. So be careful when you interact with it in that area. I'm saying that because they can secrete some poison through the skin on their back, and even if they don't want to hurt you, it could happen by accident. I recommend you wear rubber gloves when cleaning your partner, or when you have to touch them in that area for another reason. It should be safe to touch and pet them on the head though.

Also, i have to say something very very important: For safety reasons, you should always have some antidote for your poison type pokémon with you. I mean, not if they get poisoned, but for the poison they make themself. There are so-called "universal antidotes", but they are not good. They help in a pinch, because they work on the most common poisons, but i'm getting ahead of myself. As the owner of a poison type, it's your responsibility to be prepared if accidents happen. Go ask at the Pokémart, they should have bulbasaur-specific antidote. It is a common starter-pokémon after all. (If it says "Venusaur" on the bottle, that is fine. Each brand does it differently, it's about the evolution-line for almost every poison type).

So, the problem with the "universal antidotes" is the following: they often only delay symptoms and work on the human (or pokémon) body, rather than the toxins themself (they slow down the heart and stuff like that). They do weaken the toxin as well, but only a little bit. If you take some of that, you should definitely visit the hospital (or pokémon center if it was your pokémon) afterwards to make sure everything is fine. Some toxins can have effects long after the initial accident if you take such a universal antidote. Pecha berries are the same, eating them often provides an easy relief for most toxins, but they are not a proper antidote.

This all is very important. I don't want to scare you, trust me, but poison types can be dangerous. Accidents with poison types can be deadly, just like accidents with fire types could burn down your house. Your Bulbasaur is not as dangerous, of course. If you got poisoned by them, you would probably feel very ill for a day or two, but you would not die. I'm saying this more for Ivysaur and especially Venusaur, bad accidents could be VERY bad.

Now, to the more fun stuff!

Something that Prof. Oak probably already told you, but Bulbasaur, as grass types, can do photosynthesis. That means they can eat sunlight! If they can do that, you don't need to feed them as much regular food. You should keep track of the amount of sun your partner gets to adjust their dinner. If it was really sunny, you can give them a little bit less, and if you were indoors all day or if it was raining, they should get a little bit more food. Also, a little tip, if you feed them certain berries, that could make their poison type attacks a little bit stronger. For example Aguav, Ganlon or Durin Berries would do that. It's not neccesary at all though, and depending on where you live, it could be difficult to find them. In addition, if you're just starting out, your Bulbasaur is probably quite young, so they don't know many poison type attacks anyways. You'll have to keep training for that.

Another thing about Bulbasaur is that they are very good at is anything that requires nimble hands. It's pretty astounding, isn't it? They can use their vines very very well. I know a chef who has an ivysaur helping her with cooking, and the ivysaur is very good at chopping vegetables and stuff with her vines. They are also surprisingly strong! With that I mean, they can probably lift you with their vines! They couldn't do that for long, but i met trainers who had their Bulbasaur help them climb in the mountains. If they had a wall they couldn't climb, the Bulbasaur could lift them up if it wasn't too high. You should try and find something that your Bulbasaur likes doing! Maybe they have a lot of fun making funny shadow theater, i saw that during a Pokémon contest once.

Alright, i also wanted to tell you a little bit about other Poison Types.

I already mentioned general safety with rubber gloves and antidotes. But i still want to add, if you know where you're going on your journey, it might be good idea to research what kind of Pokémon live there. For example, in veridian forest, there are a lot of weedle, but at mt. Moon, there lives a species called Nidoran. Both are poison types, but they are very different and their toxins are very different as a result! Again, you should be fine asking at the pokemart about antidotes if you want to be prepared.

And maybe you saw my URL, Koffing is a poison type and i love them very much. You can find them in the wild in Kanto as well! One of my favourite facts about them is: they can eat almost EVERYTHING as long as it is a so-called aerosol. That means, whatever it is needs to be floating in air, like spraypaint or smoke. In the wild they usually eat things like smog from factories or gases from volcanoes, but they can eat candle smoke, the steam from a hot cup of coffee or, I'm serious, farts! But the last one is a bit gross...

Anyways, if you decide to catch a koffing, i recommend you get a bandana or a scarf that you can put in front of your face because they also puff out toxic smoke, so it's good to have something for that when you're indoors.

The next bit is written by my friend Olivia who's really good at battling!

Hello young trainer! My name is Olivia, I'm a professional gym trainer at the Striation City gym in Unova. Your name is Red, right? One of the strongest trainers i ever heard of went by the name of Red! I think he even came from Kanto, did you know that?

But you are not here for that, you want some battle tips for your bulbasaur, correct?

Lets start with the basics. Bulbasaur is a grass and poison type, that means there are quite a few advantages and disadvantages to keep in mind when battling. Overall the poison type helps Bulbasaur when defending against oncoming attacks in my opinion, but it depends a lot on your opponent.

Let us not get ahead of ourselves. As you probably know, Bulbasaur is weak against fire type attacks, since it is a grass type Pokémon. You should also be careful when fighting Ice and Flying type pokémon for the same reason. In addition, the poison type gives bulbasaur a weakness to psychic type attacks, and moreover, it is doubly weak against bug types. If you have to battle bug types, it is probably best to find another team member that can fill this role.

On the other hand, bulbasaur is a great choice against water-type pokémon as well as fighting and electric type pokémon. It's ideal opponent would be other grass types, surprisingly, as it has a double resistance against their grass type attacks. All the other typings are not extra strong or weak against it.

Now, this is an easy thing to say, but keep in mind that your opponents might also have double typings, so you see there is a lot of strategy involved at the highest levels of pokémon battles.

Now that we have the basics of Bulbasaur as a species covered, let's look at it's statistics. Bulbasaur and it's species is generally well rounded, that means they are quite good at both attacking and defending. They have a lot of HP, which means they can easily take a few hits before fainting. They are also pretty good at defending against both special and physical attacks, but are better at taking special hits.

In case you're not aware, Pokémon have two different methods at attacking, one is called special and one is called physical. It is dependent on the type of the attack, so you can look out for that when planning your gym battles!

In the same sense, Bulbasaur is also better at attacking with special attacks than with physical ones, but there is not a huge difference between them in both attacking and defending.

The last statistic to keep in mind is speed: Bulbasaur and its evolutions are not the fastest Pokémon, there are plenty that are faster than it. But that is okay, because you should be able to take a hit and then retaliate just fine. However, it is very important to keep this in mind.

Let us now talk a little about attacking:

There is something that we in competitive battling like to call "Same Type Attack Bonus", or STAB for short. This is a thing that makes pokémon attacks stronger, if the move is of the same type as the pokémon. For Bulbasaur, these are Grass and Poison type. Sadly, Bulbasaur doesn't learn any poison type attacks that do direct damage, but that is okay. You see, Poison is a type that is "physical", while grass is "special", and you remember, Bulbasaur is stronger with its special attacks.

In general, Bulbasaur and its evolutions is, in my opinion, great at fighting longer battles. Again, it can take a few hits (as long as they are not bug typed), and it has great moves to keep the opponent struggling. You could try and find a combination between the moves

Leech Seed

Mega Drain

Razor Leaf

Hyper Beam/Bodyslam (later, and you'd need a so-called TM and those can be a little expensive)

Sleep Powder

Poison Poweder or Toxic

Rest (also needs a TM)

Growth (You will need to train a lot for this one, your Partner will probably have evolved by then)

Reflect (another TM)

With moves like Leech Seed, Mega Drain, Poison Powder/Toxic and Sleep Powder, you have many options to keep the opponent on their toes because they but a sort of timelimit on them. Leech Seed/Mega drain hurt them while they give Bulbasaur energy back while Poison Powder/Toxic make them take a lot of damage over time. Sleep Powder is obvious i think, if the opponent is asleep, they can't do anything so they have to act to get back in the game. But, except for Mega Drain, these moves tend to be quite inaccurate, so you can't perfeclty rely on them.

Moves like Razor Leaf, Body Slam and Hyper Beam are just very strong attacks that can deal a lot of damage. While Body Slam and Hyper Beam is generally stronger, keep in mind that they are normal typed, which means they are physical and they do not get the STAB.

Rest, Growth and Reflect make it so your Bulbasaur get's stronger in battle. Rest let's it recover HP at the cost of falling asleep. Growth makes it so the pokémon gets stronger at attacking AND defending with/against special attacks while Reflect lets you weaken incoming physical attacks (even after switching to another Pokémon).

Wow, that was a lot, was it not? Let's do a summary as well!

Bulbasaur and its evolutions are generally good at both attacking and defending but they are not very fast. They have a lot of weaknesses and resistances. Most importantly, they are extremely weak to bug type moves, but they are great at taking hits from other grass types. They can work well to support the rest of your team by weakening opponents with moves like Leech Seed, poison powder or sleep powder, but they can also do a lot of damage on their own with Hyper Beam or Razor Leaf!

I hope you learned something! And i wish you the best of luck on your journey, young trainer. And most importantly: have fun! (it's totally okay to lose a battle) - Olivia

#tix.txt #olivia online #pokeblogging #headcanon #a little red and green #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #long post #//holy shit that got LONG #//sorry for taking so long to respond #//but i think you can see why XD #//I'm talking from a gen1 pov btw #//i thought it would be interesting to look at it from this angle #//also... i have absolutely negative knowledge of gen1 meta so don't come after me lmao

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thethingything · 19 days

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looking at the clock like "ah it's 11:05pm. time to spend the next 2 hours carefully trying to make sure our brain doesn't flip its shit" because for some ungodly reason 11pm to 1am is still the time of night where we inexplicably feel like shit

#personal #thoughts #🍬 post #vent post #it's been... a weird day to say the least #I've had multiple panic attacks and ended up sobbing in the kitchen because our brain will not stop bringing up the dental stuff #and then there was the 2 hour long call with our nanan which we told our mum about when she got home #and she was like ''oh my god I'm so sorry that happened what the fuck. you should not have had to deal with that holy shit''#admittedly while telling our mum about what happened during the conversation we ended up laughing so hard we couldn't stop coughing #but it was that thing where you've just gotten out of something that was stressful but also so bizarre you can't help but laugh #we're also still pretty dissociated and out of it and we feel so incredibly weird and keep getting upset randomly #so it's just been a very weird day #I think we're gonna spend the rest of the night just doodling stuff and listening to whatever podcasts 🦋 decides to put on #maybe we'll play video games but that depends on both our energy levels and how close our brain is to flipping its shit over random stuff

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sea-of-dandelions · 7 months

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Hiiii hello I saw your tags I'm climbing in here to ask about daisuke and okame ^^

i hold you. my most reliable mewtual. oblig spoilers for the entire series

Daisuke and Okame are two of the five main characters of the book trilogy Shadow of the Fox (written by Julie Kagawa, published 2019-2020)

Okay a little backstory on the plot itself. It's set in a fantasy version of Japan, Iwagoto, and heavily influenced by Japanese mythology. It follows a half-kitsune, Yumeko, and a demonslayer, Kage Tatsumi (and their group of friends that they pick up along the way. Mentioning Reika here. She's the head miko at this one really important shrine I can't remember the name of).

Essentially, there's this scroll that can summon a dragon and make a wish to alter reality every 1000 years or so. And after last time, it's been split up into three(?) pieces, to avoid. like. the possibility of someone being able to make said wish in 1000 years. Tatsumi has been sent by clan (the Kage/Shadow Clan, samurai iirc) to retrieve the pieces, and allies himself with Yumeko, who also wants to protect the pieces.

this is literally the best photo I can find of the map online. i cannot find a good photo of the english map. have fun.

Now. Taiyo Daisuke is a noble of the Sun Clan. Related to the Emperor of Iwagoto. An excellent swordsman. Refined, courteous, cultivated, etc etc etc, but disagrees with nobility's prejudices and way of life. And like. Tartaglia levels of bloodthirst here. iirc he went around Iwagoto as Oni no Mikoto and challenging people to duels for shits and giggles. One of the reasons he joins the group is specifically to fight Tatsumi. Has kinda a "neither of us can die until I get to duel you" relationship w him.

Hino Okame is a ronin. Snarky, sarcastic, annoying, loyal to a fault. Archer, gambler, alcoholic. I think some of his backstory was revealed in book 3 but that was the first book i read and it's been about two years since i've read it. I remember he has an older brother he feels very guilty towards. VERY important though, mentioning he refers to himself as an 'honourless ronin dog' several times throughout the series.

Initially, there's a lot of tension going on between the two. I mean. Nobility and ronin. See the above two paragraphs, their personalities conflict in several ways. It's mentioned several times that Wow nobles are dicks to everyone else. so like. what do you expect. Initially, Okame calls Daisuke by his last name (Taiyo). Eventually we see that Daisuke is Not Like Other Girls Nobles, and treats commoners as equals, even Okame.

HOWEVER there's a scene (in book 2, iirc) where the group is travelling to the Steel Feather temple (somewhere in the mountain range). The Confession Scene. Middle of the night. Daisuke and Okame are talking underneath a tree.

It's pretty blatantly stated that they're star-crossed. With like. The whole social status difference and everything. Okame (and likely several other people) would get killed if someone were to find out the Taiyo nobleman was kissing a ronin. being considered less than human and all. yk how it goes.

But they still kiss. Under the moonlight. Tada.

Unfortunately, since this is third person limited with a POV swap between Yumeko and Tatsumi (and Suki in the third book, who is, for all intents and purposes of this post, irrelevant) and you're just Aware that this private scene is being watched by Yumeko (foxed, thank god, but still).

BUT from this point on, Okame calls Daisuke by his first name. And idk when exactly this starts, but Okame starts referring to Daisuke as a peacock, and to himself as a dog. I think it might've came up in the confession scene

As I mentioned earlier, Daisuke is, well, Daisuke. In addition to wanting to fight Tatsumi, his preferred manner of death is to "die a glorious death in battle". Noting here that while Okame being as brash as he is, gets scared shitless and is very vocal about it.

etc etc their relationship progresses over the course of the series, beta couple to Yumeko and Tatsumi.

Nearing towards the climax of the story, they're going up a mountain (pointing to the map. territorio clan de la luna. moon clan territory.) and they're trying to stop the bbeg from summoning the dragon. They get ambushed halfway, Okame is incapacitated, Daisuke stays behind to fight the oni while Yumeko and Tatsumi continue forward.

Briefly. before i recount this entire chapter. Okame gets fatally wounded, Daisuke ends up having to stab himself to defeat the oni. They bleed out in each other's arms. Fully 1000% cuddling soaked in (mostly) their own blood. And depart to Meido together. And later say their goodbyes to Yumeko together. Daisuke gets his wish to die a glorious death and Okame keeps his promise to stay loyal to Daisuke.

And most importantly, by the end of book 3, Okame's petname for Daisuke was 'peacock'.

#i'm so sorry i'm terrible at describing things #but them. they. you understand.#they are literally. holy fucking shit some of the things they say to each other.#the series does read like a published fanfic in the sense that it felt less. professional? which Was a bit off-putting #but it was a good series and I got over it like halfway into the first book #oh. and their implied to have slept together.#either literal sleeping together or fucking it's up to you idk #being abruptly woken by Events (youkai). disheveled and coming out of the same room together #also they're so fucking pretty #like #canonically #Daisuke is one if not The Prettiest character.#unfortunately NONE OF THEM HAVE OFFICIAL ART !!!!!1!!!!1!11!!!#but we do get descriptions :thumbs_up:#Daisuke is mentioned to have feminine features and long white hair that he often keeps down.#Okame's hair is (i believe) brown‚ and he keeps it tied up. sometimes to pass himself off as a samurai.#hang on

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babsaros · 2 months

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this is a secret none of you fuckers are allowed to repeat but. stardew valley is boring as shit

#and the only character i'm interested enough in to romance. literally doesn't care to talk to you at all for the first like.#fuck how long does shane not give a shit about you #we got to day 10 and im just. theres nothing else to do here holy shit #yes i can go to the farm and just spend all my energy clearing rocks but like #holy shit i would literally be kicking rocks for smth to do #hhhhhh #sorry have to get this out of my system #like. im sorry im not playing the fucking fishing minigame shoot me about it.#the dungeon crawl is. tedious. being as generous as i can here #and half the time its fucking raining so i dont even have to water crops #i really really tried i swear to god i tried to have fun #i lasted 10 days #:////////////

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empressofthelibrary · 10 months

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💭😊 - for bailey?

what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)?

...One sec, lemme google somethin real quick...

Okay, so Bailey turned up as INFP-T, though I hesitate to call her a 'mediator' of any sort.

She is introverted, and she's not great at understanding people. Most of the time, she feels like she has to fit a role to meet expectations and... Get a good score in the social interaction. But there are a few people she just clicks with -- Wally and Linda, Kyle, Dick... Ironically, she wears fewer masks once she becomes a superhero.

She's also very curious and loves learning. She has insomnia and nightmares, and spent countless nights surfing Wikipedia until sunrise. She does that less these days, but her brain is still stuffed full of useless trivia that nobody but her cares about.

She was also doing a double-major in college, until she dropped out after losing her older brother. This started out as Exocultural Studies and Art History, turned into Art History and Fine Arts, then Literature and Museum Studies... She has six half-finished degrees.

Bailey struggles with understanding how people feel at a glance. She has to stop and think about things from someone else's perspective. But once she realizes someone else is in pain, her big bleeding heart takes over. She's very emotionally driven, and her feelings run deep and strong. She just doesn't get why someone would do something that would hurt someone else, and she will yell at the guy she's arrested before she hands him over to the cops

She absolutely despises being told what to do, especially when she can't see the reason for it. She has zero automatic respect for authority and even less of a problem with saying so. As far as she's concerned, if you can't tell her why she ought to do something -- and phrase it politely -- she's just not gonna do it. There are exceptions, naturally, for people she trusts. But if someone hasn't earned her respect, faith, and loyalty, she will absolutely question their authority. This goes from everything to standard social rules (eg: discomfort with high society dress codes) to superheroic matters (eg: when Batman starts to give her an order, she looks to Nightwing or one of the other Titans for confirmation).

(No she and Bruce do not get along)

She is also a walking ball of anxiety, ultimately. She's constantly afraid she isn't pulling her weight among the other heroes, afraid she isn't doing enough. She wants to know she's earned her status as a Titan, as part of this big weird, complicated family she stumbled into. Wants to know she's good enough to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the people who save the world on a biweekly basis. Who, again and again, prove that there's a way forward. Who gave her courage, inspiration, and hope, when she didn't have any.

(She's got a little bit of imposter syndrome, yeah)

what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life?

Bailey: "...I dunno, survive?"

Bales... Doesn't know what she wants, really. When she was in school, it seemed so clear.

Doule-major in Exocultural Studies and Art History

Join NASA

Become a Space Archeologist

Live out her "Star Trek meets Indiana Jones" fantasies

Kiss cute aliens

Then Bison City State canceled the ExoStudies program. She switched majors once, twice, three times... And then her brother passed, followed by her mom.

Bailey was pretty lost and directionless after that. And while she genuinely loves being Golden Eagle... She knows this isn't a profession people usually get old in. Jay and Ted and the senior JSA are exceptions, not the rule. And while she never really thought about it before, well...

Sometimes she sees Jay and Joan look at one another, and she starts to realize that growing old? It might not be so bad.

...Especially if she's not doing it alone.

But that means wanting something for herself, and letting herself want things for herself. It's selfish. It's greedy. It's not what she's supposed to do.

So she'll shove that hunger down until it dies. She'll keep her family and her world safe. Live in the present. That's all she has, and all she needs.

#HOLY SHIT THIS GOT SO LONG #i'm so sorry i'm gonna infodump apparently #Bailey Adler (oc)#my sad little spacebird needs so much therapy it's unreal

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intertexts-moving · 1 year

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favorite tumblr trend lately is like people posting satire or bait or jokes that are extremely obvious if u stare at them for like more than five seconds & then every single reply is taking them dead seriously.

#😭#txt #i see a lot of 'umm i'm autistic this isn't funny because i'm bad at telling tone' i am so sorry i am autism too but holy shit. holy shit u #guys slash nbh have got to learn to supress the automatic wow i'm obviously better than this person saying something COMICALLY STUPID!!!!#reflex and also the automatic wow i bet this person is being 100% GENUINE ON THE INTERNET reflex... not even just in satire context like.#that will fuck u over in the long run 🧍🧍🧍

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spacephrasing · 9 months

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alright bitches i have another update

#so we just got dinner #first off #they were wearing my fave shirt of theirs #and holy shit #they are #THE cutest person i've ever seen in my whole life #they are so fucking easy to talk to???????? and they are sooooooo fucking sweet to me??????#they were driving me home #and storm clouds were rolling in #and they asked if I was gonna be okay by myself bc they know I get bad storm anxiety #unfortunately #my sister is home so we didn't have an excuse to hang out more </3 #but wowowow #i just-#they're quite literally everything I want in a partner #that was long as fuck sorry #can u tell i'm a queer person in love #it me #the crush

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solradguy · 2 years

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I came to terms with the Sol kinnie thing months ago now because honestly who gives a shit, but every now and then I'll find myself in a situation where I wonder if whatever it was I was about to do was/is a pre- or post-Guilty Gear interest lol

#textpost #Most of them have been pre-Guilty Gear interests which is honestly hilarious #Like of course I don't have proof for most of it but my fursona is the funniest one #He's basically bootleg furry Sol Badguy BUT he was like that MONTHS before I got into GG #I've been thinking about this over the last few days though #Because I was doing some Queen stuff and had a thought like 'am I only doing this because my brain's weird or do I actually care'#And went through like a checklist of things. I do actually care #Sol is like frighteningly relatable though and sometimes I wish he wasn't lol #I typed this at 2am last night but saved it to my drafts instead of publishing it haha Still kinda feeling it this morning though tbh #I wish I could better articulate or find a term that describes how I relate to Sol better because 'kin/fictionkin' feels too...#Hmm.... Psycho-religious? A lot of essays I read while initially figuring this out related the kin tag to something more like a-#-Philosophy or something similar to a religion #But for me it's more like my brain filling in empty spaces within itself because No One was like me growing up and #now that I'm also trans there are even LESS people who are like me #So my brain sees a character that's similar to me and is like 'oh holy shit it's us. Let's be like that' hahah #This got really long I should've put it up in the post sorry lmfao #Anyway this is something I've done my whole life and 'kinning' is really the only term that fits what it is even if it's not a 1:1 fit #It usually doesn't bother me but knowing that some of the things I enjoy now I probably won't later once my interests shift again does #I still keep waiting for it to happen with Guilty Gear but GG is so different from anything else I've been into I'm not sure it will #Since most of the things I like about GG were things I liked before getting into it. Like heavy metal & weird scifi/fantasy #I'm not going to elaborate on how exactly I relate to Sol also. My blog is too public for that #and this post is already a little too personal #kin tag

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moe-broey · 2 months

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I am...... getting A Little nostalgic for Stardew Valley........ but I know it is SUCH a commitment like if I get back into that shit I'm blacking out for a month. I Cannot Allow It

#GSJAGSKAHSKSJ #i miss .... my goth stay at home malewife and my goth chickens and being the wizard's pet guy #furious and devastated you get nothing for maxing out the wizard's hearts. bullshit.#i wish you could romance the wizard......... i know there's mods but i play console LMFAO #i also miss emily... peak weird woman. she is SO AWESOEM #emily and sebastian were the ones i was split between marrying and i went seb bc i felt deeply #slotted into being a 'cisguy' and. while playing as male absolutely was integral to my transition actually #like the very start of the game i was fucking ruined. grampa nooo don't die AND you respect my identity as your grandson........ WAH #but like. i just needed something queerer. like who you're with doesn't determine who you are #but. i mean. it's MY self-indulgent male fantasy and i need MORE QUEERNESS. EXPLICITLY.#also was sobbing like.... husband AND husband..... holy shit........ gay marriage IS real and so am i .....#got slightly off topic but the fact that i was split between romancing seb or emily and also was EXTREMELY #EXTREMELY EXTREMELY WANTING TO BE THE WIZARD'S PET APPRENTICE SO SO SOOOO BAF #BAD #AND I DESPERATELY WANTED TO HAVE THE OPTION TO ROMANCE HIM #says. something about me. i think.#also my whole ass shane saga. he's not my type but i do absolutely feel for him. we can be buddies. i wish the best for you.#i am primarily motivated by chickens though i am so sorry. i am A Farmer.#IN. THE LOOSEST DEFINITION OF THE FUCKING WORD BC ALL I WAS INTERESTED IN WAS CHICKENS #I HAD SOME CROPS SEASONSALLY BUT. ALL I EVER WANTED. ALL MY HEART DESIRED. CHICKENS #also men long for the mines. and the skull cavern. i was barely a fucking farmer i was dungeon crawling 80% of it.#ALSO. LINUS. I LOVED LINUS I MADE IT MY MISSION IN LIFE TO BEFRIEND LINUS #and ALSO be his pet guy. more platonic this time but like. local young man looking for older men to imprint on #MY GRAMPA JUST FUCKING DIED. AND I'M TRANGENDER. A BRAND NEW MAN. GIVE ME A BREAK!!!!!!!

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mariinaworld · 29 days

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PORNSTAR

Pornstar! Natasha Romanoff x F! Reader

Summary: After a drunken night at a nightclub, you discover that you have signed a contract that will change your life.

WC: 6,2k (sorry)

Warnings: SMUT, masturbation, riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex. Nat has a penis.

MINORS DNI MASTERLIST N.R

English is not my first language, so I apologize for any spelling mistakes

A/n: I'm really thinking about writing a part.2. idk

Your head felt like it was going to explode, as you tried to take another breath without having the urge to stick your entire stomach out.

Why did you drink so much like that?

Nice question, Y/n, No good answers

You open your eyes again, feeling the fluorescent light in the bathroom slowly burn your corneas. But it was necessary. You had already thrown out everything you had drunk the night before, an your stomach felt raw, your throat was burning and you were afraid that if you tried to vomit again, blood would start coming out of my mouth.

You slowly stand up and flush the toilet, looking in the mirror for the first time that day. Holy shit, you looked terrible! Your eyeliner and mascara had created a black bag under your eyes, your red lipstick was smeared around your mouth, making you hate this twenty-four hour crap.

Well, your appearance was shit both on the outside and inside, his whole life was shit.

“End of story for you, Y/n!” You mutter to yourself, looking in the mirror.

You decide to stand there, seeing the image of your own destruction, it wouldn't do any good. Then you remove all your makeup and brush your teeth. Soon after, she takes off the short dress she was still wearing and goes under the shower, feeling the cold water hurt every pore of her hot skin. But it was necessary, you had to get rid of that nasty hangover

After showering, you leave the bathroom, finding Wanda lying on the sofa in your room. She was as bad as you were, but that made you smile a little. You really had the best friend in the world

After getting dressed, you take two headache pills and head back to your room, refusing any thoughts of eating since your stomach was still wanting you to look like you were sick. You lay down on the bed and close your eyes, feeling the slow and steady throbbing in your head, as unconsciousness took over you again.

“Let’s wake up, Princess .” Oh no... Wanda was jumping on top of her bed, making her sleepy body bounce lightly on the mattress.Hurry up, Y/n, we have to talk about last night, you naughty girl.”

You open your eyes and look at her, you sit up and let out a long sigh, feeling your head throbbing much less than before.

“Naughty? Why?" You ask leaning against the headboard. She sat on the bed and looked at you, giggling. Okay, that was an inside joke and you were lost there. “Speak quickly, I don’t have my whole life!” You say feeling a little nervous. “Such a bad mood, dear... Is that because of the hangover?” Wanda asked, laughing. You just roll your eyes and wait. “Ah, be serious, Y/n... Are you going to say you don’t remember last night?”

“I remember, of course. I remember stuffing my face with everything alcoholic. In fact, never let me do that again, please!” You say, making a face as you have slight memories. “Okay, what about the rest?” “What’s left?” You ask again

She looked at me with her smile slowly fading.

“The contract and everything Y/n…”

“What contract?” Okay now you think things got confusing

Just as Wanda was about to open her mouth to respond, her cell phone rang loudly, making you both jump in bed. You picked up your cell phone from the bedside table, seeing the unknown number on the screen. With a frown, you answer

Call on...

“Miss Y/n?” you hear a female voice. "Yes, who is it?" You ask with a frown.

“Hello darling, this is Carol Danvers from PornHub. Do you remember me?"

PornHub... What the fuck was that? Upon hearing her silence, Carol spoke again. “We met yesterday at the Dance Hot Club nightclub... You were accompanied by your friend and we talked for a few hours. Do you remember me now?”

“Um...I remember, of course.” You let your voice sound as polite as possible. But it was obvious that you didn't remember. "What do you want?" You ask feeling a strange feeling. “I wanted to know when we can meet to schedule your first scene.”

"My first... What?”

“Your first scene, baby. With our biggest star of the moment, Natasha Romanoff.”

“I don't... Who is Natasha Romanoff? Scene... I don't understand anything, Mrs. Danvers.” You say, just wanting to know what that crazy woman was getting out of that conversation.

“Just Carol, darling. Anyway, we signed a contract last night. You were so excited to record with Natasha. I don’t think you remember everything.”

You caught a glimpse of Wanda getting up and picking up the small wallet I had brought the night before. She took out a white paper from inside her, which was folded and crumpled, picked it up and opened it, pasting it in front of you.

“Um... One second, Carol!” you ask, taking the paper.

Okay, it really was a contract, you think to yourself. A contract with a porn film production company. It was written that the new hire would be paid for each scene, she would act with the actor/actress that the producer chose. Before each scheduled scene, a blood test would be done by both actors, and it was essential that the contractor had birth control and proved this to the producer. The contract had the duty to compensate both parties, if something went wrong, all labor rights would be fulfilled, as soon as the contract was signed by both parties (contractor and employee).

Everything became even more absurd when at the end of the sheet you saw Carol's signature as contractor and your signature as contractor. Wanda's signature was there as a witness to the deal.

“What the hell is that?" You think out loud. Hearing Carol's laugh on the other end of the line. She was having a lot of fun at her expense, it seemed.

“Honey, I see you’re a little confused. Dance Hot Club is my nightclub. She is linked to PornHub, which is my production company. Few people are aware of this connection, I believe you are one of the many people who didn't even imagine it. It turns out that I'm quite observant, I love seeing all my regulars and whoever I think has potential for a film, I call to talk to me. You have potential and I know it. I talked to you and you accepted. You signed the contract and now we have to schedule not only the scene, but also the blood tests to see if you have any STDs and the birth control test, which you said you have.”

Your mind stopped at the part where she said you had the potential to be a porn actress. Was that woman crazy?

“No fucking way!” You say it out loud, regretting it later. “I mean… I’m not going to make a scene!”

“Y/n, you signed the contract. I don’t know if you have it in your hands, but there is a point where it shows the value stipulated for breaking it.” she said in a serious tone.

You take the contract and search it from top to bottom, finding a paragraph that she had said. One hundred thousand dollars.

That was all you would have to pay if you broke the damn contract.

"You are crazy? One hundred thousand dollars in breach of contract?”

“It’s my rights, darling.”

"You can not do that! You... You took advantage of a moment when I was fragile and completely drunk! I can sue you, you know that?”

"Of course. Y/n, you might be a little high, but I have nothing to do with that, honey. The contract was signed and that's what matters. When can we…”

You hung up

You wanted to kill yourself!

“Is there any way you can stop pacing from one side to the other? It’s making me dizzy.” Wanda says

“How did you let me sign such rubbish? You are crazy?" You say almost shouting. “How did you let me do that?!”

“Now, Y/n, it’s not the end of the world... It’s just a scene with the hottest star in the porn world!” You look at Wanda confused, you didn't imagine she would meet this Natasha and you have no idea who she is.

In the end, you and Wanda spend the rest of the day watching interviews, reading about life and the main thing, seeing how Natasha acts in front of the cameras and holy God, you freeze. She was nothing like you imagined, the redhead's beauty certainly exceeded any expectations you could create, one of them was, Natasha has a penis, It should really shock you but somehow you're more turned on by it. In the video you are watching now, Natasha punches another actress firmly, making her scream with pleasure while at the height of her orgasm, Since Natasha has already made her cum three times in the same video, is this possible? When the video ends, you release the breath you were holding during the entire video. Wanda looks at you with a “you lucky girl” look but also with a “I feel sorry for you this is over” look.

The only thing that goes through your head is that you won't make it. But you also think that a hundred thousand dollars is way beyond what you can afford, so there's only one option left. Picking up the phone again you dial the number that called you an hour ago.

“Hey Carol… Let’s get this over with.”

Time Skip

PornHub was located in a luxurious building in downtown Los Angeles and, from the outside, it looked like just another one of those steel and glass buildings. The atmosphere in the hall does not represent in any way what was happening inside those high floors and you admit that you were curious not to come across a screen with pornographic images, or with various sexual objects displayed on the walls.

A smiling blonde woman welcomed you and instructed you two catching the elevator and go straight to the twentieth floor, where Carol 's office was. Wanda was completely anxious and you were increasingly irritated as you pushed your sunglasses closer and closer to your eyes. You just wanted to get rid of the whole situation.

On the twentieth floor, another smiling blonde accompanied you to Carol's office, which was decorated entirely in shades of white and beige. Well, in her office reality hit her in the face, while several paintings with covers of films produced by the producer adorned the walls and some awards shone in shiny gold on the shelves.

“Y/n, it’s good to see you. I love punctual people.” she smiled and pointed to the chair in front of his desk. “Sit down, darlings. Would you like to drink something?”

You looked at Wanda and she shook her head, as did you. With a wave, Carol allowed the smiling blonde to leave her room.

“So... Did you bring everything I asked for?”

You, trying hard not to roll your eyes, opened your bag and took out the white envelopes you had brought with you. She took them and took their exams, calmly evaluating them.

“Perfect, Y/n, just like you knew it would be!” she smiled even more. “Honey, you used to be more talkative.”

“I’m mentally training myself to be able to moan enough in your film.” You say smiling ironically.

A loud laugh invaded the entire office, while a door on his right side opened. Natasha Romanoff.

She was beautiful…

“What an incredible sense of humor, Carol. I love girls like that!” Natasha said, without wiping the smile off her face. “I’m sorry, ladies, I was in the bathroom and I couldn’t help but overhear.” approaching, she stopped next to you and held out her hand. “Natasha Romanoff. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Y/n. I was curious to know who the girl was that was giving my dear friend headaches.”

“Y/n.” You say shaking the redhead's hand quickly. But she surprised you by kissing your hand lightly. “It was not my intention to give anyone headaches. If your friend had followed my suggestion, none of this would have happened.”

She looked you up and down, a crooked smile taking over her lips. Her mouth suddenly went dry and, holy shit, you felt her intimacy throb.

“Good thing she didn’t follow your suggestion.” She smiled completely and turned around, stopping next to a completely open-mouthed Wanda. “And who would you be?”

“Wanda Maximoff, um... Just Wanda.” She said, giving a huge smile.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Wanda.” Natasha said and walked away, pulling out the chair and sitting next to you.

“Well, now that my two actresses are together, we can discuss everything more clearly.” She said, smiling slightly. “I know about Natasha’s objections, now I want to know your objections Y/n.”

“My... What?.” You ask confused.

“Objections, Detka... What do you accept or not do…” Natasha says looking firmly at you.

“Ahh…” you mumble.

What did you agree to do? What did you not agree to do? Damn, you didn't know how to do that!

"I will help you." Natasha said, catching his attention. “Anal sex?”

"Never did it. And I certainly don’t want to face a bunch of people!” You say, frowning. Just the idea made you feel sick.

“Okay, Carol is writing everything down.” She said, looking back at you. “Giving and receiving oral sex?”

Holy shit, what an uncomfortable situation you think.

You're not shy, but talking to a woman I've never met in your life about whether you give or receive oral sex is too much for you. But everything is fine… A single scene, and all of this would be buried deep in your memory!

"Yes." You mutter, wanting to look away, but simply not being able to, Natasha had you completely trapped.

"Excellent." she smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Any problems with touching your body or touching my body somewhere…?” You just shake your head no.

“Well, I guess that's all. Are you free tomorrow, Y/n?”

“To... record the scene?” Carol stated, shaking her head. "I am…"

"Perfect! Ten o’clock in the morning here, right?” You agree, letting out a sigh as you stand up.

You shake hands formally and before you can do the same to Natasha, she takes your hand and kisses it again. Come on, was she charming with all the women she worked with? You wonder.

Not that it was any of your business, of course.

“I'm looking forward to tomorrow, Detka." she smiled and shook his hand. "See you tomorrow"

"See you tomorrow " looking at her one last time, before turning your back and leaving her presence, which, in a way, tormented you and made your panties damp.

Natasha could define you in a single word: hot.

Beautiful, full mouth, a delicious ass and breasts that were certainly natural. Not to mention your charisma and incredible sense of humor.

Natasha was sure that you would make a great duo and I couldn't wait to be on the scene with you below her, or on top, any position

Natasha parks her motorcycle in the company's garage.

“Fifteen minutes early? You’re always punctual Nat, but fifteen minutes early surprises me.” said Carol when she saw Natasha getting out of the elevator.

She had a smile on the corner of her lips and her eyebrow was arched. That woman knew Natasha very well and that was terrible.

“Don’t worry, darling, I’ll pretend I don’t know why you arrived early. Y/n is in dressing room number 8, just so you know.”

Carol winked at Natasha and walked away without giving the redhead a chance to respond. Natasha knew that you were a little anxious about the scene you were going to do in a little while, but what woman on earth wouldn't be? With a smile playing at the corner of her lips, the redhead heads to the dressing room and knocks on the door, receiving a "come in" in response.

You were wearing a white robe and your brown hair was loose, looking more casual. Natasha suppresses the urge to look her up and down and enters, closing the door behind you.

“I came to see how you’re feeling, Detka.” Natasha says, walking over to you and sitting next to her on the couch.

“How kind of you.” You rolled your eyes, making the redhead laugh. “I don’t understand the joke, Miss. Romanoff.”

“Just, Natasha, Y/n. And the grace is in you. Relax, okay? I don’t bite… Unless you want to, of course.” Natasha says, looking straight into her eyes.

You bit your lip, something Natasha is sure you at least knew you were doing. She affected you, and that made the redhead very happy.

"You are nervous. I want you to know that you don't have to stay. I know this is very new for you, I know you wouldn't want to be here, but now that you are, try to enjoy the moment.”

Natasha approaches you and takes your hands, kissing them one at a time. “I won’t leave room for you to think about where you are, or your surroundings, Y/n. When I'm inside you, or touching you, kissing you, there will be just you and me. You’re going to have to trust me.”

"Trust in you? I at least know you, Natasha.” You muttered, looking away from the redhead's.

“But this is the opportunity to get to know each other. Look at me, Y/n.” you turned and looked at her suspiciously and Natasha fought not to laugh. “You are a beautiful woman, sexy as hell and you will do great. Trust me and you will come out of here floating. I’m going to make you cum, babe… Countless times.”

You looked at the redhead intensely and soon after, a loud, sarcastic laugh escaped your lips, as you took your hands away from hers and placed one in front of your mouth.

“Are you going to make me cum? Seriously, Natasha! Do you really think that all women in the world are stupid enough to believe that a girl cums in a porn movie? Or to the point of believing what you said in that interview, that you always make a woman orgasm?” You shake your head, still laughing. “I'm not like your... Fans, or whatever you call women who almost lick the ground you walk on. I don’t believe this ridiculous story, okay?”

“Um... So you've been researching me?” Natasha asks, leaning back on the couch. “That's great, I really love acting alongside or meeting, girls who know who they're dealing with. This means, Y/n, that what you read is completely true. I have a lot of baby baggage and that baggage has brought me a lot, a lot of experience.” Natasha gets up, but before turning to leave, she stops in front of you and leans in, making you feel her breath on your face. “I'm willing to show you all my experience when you're beneath me, while I fuck you and make you moan my name loud and clear.”

The redhead felt you catch your breath and she knew at that moment that you weren't such an easy woman to look at. And all of this was only making the redhead's lust for you grow in a way that she couldn't control.

Natasha's words still echoed in your mind, as you looked at yourself in the mirror and felt a flash pop next to you. Photo after photo was taken of you, while wearing lacy shorts and a blue blouse, clothes that showed enough, and still left gaps and gaps for women's imagination who roamed the internet in search of explicit naughty.

There were only a few minutes left before entering the scene and you felt your skin crawling every second because of your nervousness that was exceeding all your expectations of remaining calm.

“Y/n, are you ready?” you hear Carol's voice.

You look at her and nod quickly, following her to the film set. The scene would be "romantic". At least that's what Carol implied when she explained what would happen. Natasha and you would pretend to be a couple. They would be sleeping and then she would "wake up" and start touching and kissing you, until you woke up and the whole act would happen.

You were seriously considering the possibility of sleeping forever.

Before you got on set, Carol gave you a long-sleeved shirt to wear. The blouse covered your waist, but in the bust it was so wide that it almost left your breasts exposed. These typical pieces of cloth that actresses wear in pornographic films, not to say that they were completely naked.

When we finally walked onto the set, you looked around and saw that you were in an all-white room, decorated with little touches of brown and gold. There was a large queen size bed in the middle of the room, with a white comforter and pillows.

It looked like a normal room and you were relieved that you didn't have to record those scenes where you're a naughty secretary who has sex with your married boss.

You saw Natasha talking to a blond man on the other side of the set and Carol called her over. She was wearing white pants, a blouse that left her belly exposed and... That's it.

That was it and she was deliciously sexy.

She is very beautiful and for a moment, in all the anger and frustration of being there, you had forgotten about it.

“Are you ready, darling?”

“I'm always ready, you know.” Natasha smiled and came close to you, putting her arm around her shoulder. Her body was warm and she smelled incredibly. “And you, Detka... Ready?”

"No. But I have to do this, so…” You shrugged, trying to convey an indifference that you were far from feeling.

Natasha laughed and stood in front of you, while Carol spoke to her again about something that her mind simply didn't want to decipher. Your entire brain was commanding your eyes, and respecting her wishes, you took a good look at Natasha, looking for an erection that wasn't there.

I mean, don't porn actors come into the scene with hard penises? You think.

"Excellent!" Carol said louder, catching her attention. She turned to everyone and clapped twice, making the entire set go silent. “Guys, is everyone ready?” after a unison yes, she smiled. “Perfect, let’s get started!”

ACTION!!!

An instrumental song with a sensual rhythm began to play softly throughout the set, while you kept your eyes closed and felt Natasha's rhythmic breathing on your neck. Her fingers were intertwined with yours, while her hands rested on your stomach.

The two of you really looked like a couple and, with a lot of effort, you managed to stop the rapid beating of your heart. Everything was silent except for the music and a few minutes later, you feel Natasha move next to you. You feel the mattress sink a little and you think she sat up, while you struggled not to move your eyelids.

The redhead lifted your hand, intertwined with yours, and kissed it, before releasing it and began kissing your lap, moving up to your neck, where she gave it a lick that made you shiver.

“Open your eyes, Detka…” Natasha murmured so softly, you thought you were hearing things, before she bit your earlobe.

You wince all over because of the unexpected bite and open your eyes slowly, trying your best to convey that you were actually sleeping, when everyone else knew it was a lie.

Natasha's face hovered over you, and she rubbed her nose against yours before touching my lips gently, her hand caressing your entire face. It felt like a touch of pity on his lips, until she deepened the kiss, slowly slipping her tongue into his mouth. You feel every nerve ending inside you go on alert as you kiss back and thread your hands through her soft red hair.

You couldn't tell what was really happening, or answer why your body was responding to hers so quickly, because your brain made a direct connection with the lower part, while you felt Natasha's hands groping your breast through the thin blouse you were wearing. Your body was hot and her tongue circled your mouth in a hurry, giving you no chance to think about what was happening around you.

Or if there was someone around you.

With dexterity, she sat on top of you, at waist height and placed her hands open on top of your belly. Her gaze only left yours to follow the path your hands took, lifting your shirt until she quickly took it off you. You had to fight hard to suppress a sigh when she bit her lip with an explicit and naughty desire written in her expression.

“Beautiful…” moaned the redhead, as her fingers closed around your nipple and squeezed it making it hard for her.

With a smile on the corner of her lips, she passed the palm of her hand over her engorged peak and an eager moan escaped your lips, when the sensation made a direct connection with her clitoris. You weren't a virgin, by God, of course not! So why the hell was his body responding to a porn star's thrusts?

Why were your panties so damp, that the wet feeling between your legs was becoming agonizing? And she still hadn't done anything! Nothing compared to what your son-of-a-bitch ex-boyfriend had to do to get you aroused in the slightest.

You wanted answers, you really did, but at that moment it was impossible to find them. Especially when the redhead bent down and ran the tip of her tongue over your nipple, looking straight into her eyes.

“Look at me, Y/n... I want your eyes on me, I want you to watch me while I suck your divinely delicious breasts!” muttered the redhead softly again, and you squirmed as you mentally asked yourself why she spoke so quietly.

She smiled sweetly at you and bit your nipple hard enough to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Holy shit, since when do the hairs on the back of your neck stand up? How damn hot was that?

A loud moan left her lips and she took the opportunity to suck your nipple hard and open your legs to place herself between them. Something hard, big and warm settled right over your clit, and Natasha moved, making you realize that all of it was her cock on top of you, covered only by the thin fabric of the cloth pants she wore. You feel your intimacy pulsate, as she cups your breasts in her hands and sucks them quickly, jumping from one nipple to the other, and moving on top of you, rubbing her member against your clit

Unconsciously, you began to move your waist, needing, needing just a little more friction. She smiled at you and nibbled on your breasts once again, before moving her mouth down your body, running her warm tongue over your belly, but you can't make a sound when you realize where it would go with all that descent down your belly, hips and waist.

With her lips moist and open, she walked along the inside of your thigh, while her ring finger touched you in circles on top of my mound of Venus. You close your eyes and feel two licks on your crotch, forcing you to take a deep breath. It was just going to be oral sex, you knew that, so why the hell were you so nervous?! And so damn excited?!

You didn't know how to answer.

I don't think you would even know how to respond to your name, when Natasha pulled your clitoris into her own lips with a single, precise suck.

An electric shock spread through your veins, while a rush of adrenaline made you jump onto the bed and look at her. Natasha had her green eyes glazed over your face, telling you with just one look to keep looking at her.

As if you were capable of doing anything other than watching her as she sucked your clit into her own mouth without any mercy towards you, spreading a hitherto unknown pleasure throughout your body. A loud roar escaped your throat as she released your pulsing nerve and circled your entrance with the tip of her tongue.

Your hips immediately began to match her rhythm, as loud moans escaped your lips. Everything was summed up in that moment. There was nothing around you, nothing capable of making you stop, nothing capable of making Natasha stop.

“Delicious... Completely delicious.” The redhead smiled, kneeling on the bed and reached out to you. “Give me your hand, hmm?”

You look at her and without even thinking twice, you extend your hand, placing it over hers.She leaned in just a little and licked the tip of her index finger, then lowered her hand and placed it on your mound of Venus.

“Touch yourself. I want to see your finger playing with that beautiful pussy, babe…” whispered the redhead

Sure, it was obvious that you masturbated, but you did it in the comfort of your home, in the privacy of your room, on your bed. Not among a bunch of people, because touching your own body is something... Too intimate to be shared like that.

But you were so excited by her gaze, by the volume her erection was causing, that you only realized you had obeyed her when a moan escaped your lips, your index and middle fingers circled your clitoris with impressive speed, while Natasha looked at you fascinated.

“That…” the redhead said softly again, now pulling up her blouse and revealing her large, wonderfully juicy breasts and pulling the string that held her pants at her waist.

In less than a second, her giant erection was in front of you. Her penis was even bigger in person, it was really... It was really big.

The redhead's member passed her own navel, the veins were fully dilated, the glans was red and shining with pre-cum liquid.

But Natasha had such great self-control, that at least it seemed like she was that excited.

“No, babe... Don't stop...” she murmured in a more audible tone, placing her left hand over her fingers, while her right hand began to touch her cock from top to bottom, slowly..

She made a face of pleasure and encouraged you to continue touching yourself. You were absorbed into your bubble again, forgetting the world around you. Your moans mixed and you felt your insides tighten, your orgasm close, your body screaming for release. You were almost there, when Natasha suddenly removed her finger from where it was and fell into your mouth, surrounding her clitoris and putting three fingers inside you opening, finding your G-spot in less than a second.

Holy shit, no one has ever stimulated you so much. You tried to hold on, to endure the pleasure, to make it last, but it wasn't possible. Your hips moved automatically, your cum being released one after the other to that strangely hot woman, who had given you the strongest orgasm of your entire life.

“I want more… Give me more.” Natasha roared with her mouth on your intimacy, going back to sucking you vigorously.

Could you even breathe, and did she want you to cum more? The worst part is that her body no longer responded to you, yes to her. Only to the redhead's stimuli. She spoke, sucked and you came again, your intimacy pulsing so much that it hurt, your clitoris sent electric shocks through your body, your leg squeezed it, because you wanted to close it and it just wouldn't let you!

“Natasha, please, please!” You whimper, squirming.

But she didn't stop. You feel and see her mischievous smile, her tongue out, just the tip, surrounding your clitoris with irritating slowness. Your body jumped off the bed and you came again, your liquid ending up directly on the older woman's tongue. Tears escaped your eyes and you were ready to beg her to stop, when she just placed a light kiss on your clit and hovered over you, touching your face with your fingertips.

“Oh, Y/n…” she murmurs softly, wiping away your tears. “Don’t cry, Detka… I still have more orgasms for you.”

You open your mouth to try to say something, but breathing was the only thing you knew how to do at the moment. Natasha smiled once again and brushed her lips over hers.

“Look at me and feel, just look at me.”

Even if you wanted to, you would never be able to take your eyes off hers. Natasha trapped you in a black captivity, and she kept you there, without showing anything, until you felt it. The tip of her member passed from your clitoris to its opening, the sex becoming luscious with the two liquids, then the glans began to make room. She was big, and she was gentle, coming in slowly, little by little.

You sigh with pleasure as she continued in her absurd self-control, totally focused on your gaze, thrusting and thrusting into you, stretching you so much that there was a point when you thought there was nowhere else for it to go. But she surprised you, rolling around and making you move with her, sliding further inside you until her pelvis touched your clitoris.

“Tight, hot, delicious... This pussy was made to be eaten by me, Y/n. Fate just gave us a little push.” murmured the redhead, starting to thrust into you.

Her member moved in and out at a pace that gradually increased. Her cock hit every tiny nerve inside you, never in your entire life had you felt so complete having sex with someone. No one had ever hit all those points she was hitting. Your pussy contracts around Natasha's cock, massaging her and receiving all the pleasure in return.

This woman was made to fuck you...

“Faster…” You ask in a moan, letting your hands run down the older woman’s back.

She smiled, and suddenly, turned around on the bed, leaving you on top. With my hands on your waist, Natasha started to push you up and down and soon found a rhythm that gave both of you pleasure. Your orgasm was close again, as you saw her bite her lips and let out soft moans. In this case, you were the scandalous one and your screams became louder when you came again, bouncing on the thick and oversized member, which occupied you completely.

Without letting you stop, Natasha pulled you by the back of your head and kissed your mouth, holding you with one hand. Supporting herself with her feet, she started to thrust inside you again, making you moan into her lips.

By God, you were too sensitive, and you were about to cum again.

“N-Natasha...I'll go again, I'll go...” you murmured against the redhead's lips, but your voice came out louder than a simple murmur.

“Come on then, Detka... Come for me.” Natasha practically growled, thrusting faster, tirelessly.

You let yourself go again, losing your ability to reason, while your body shook and your cum wet the redhead's dick inside you. You went too limp, as you only realized that Natasha had laid you down on the bed, when you saw her body hover over you again. With her lower lip between her teeth, Natasha rolled inside you, pulling you to an orgasm you could never achieve. Being a good connoisseur of the female body, she just continued to thrust, faster and faster, making you understand that she was in search of her own pleasure. You smile at her and touch her breasts, squeezing her tender nipples, making her throw her head back and moan loudly.

You missed touching a woman's body, it's much better than a man's. Smooth, soft, the most pleasant flesh to squeeze, the smell, the touch... Oh, especially the touch.

Romanoff moaned louder for the second time and thrust into you so hard that your lower belly wobbled.

“Fuck, Y/n...fuck me...like this!” she moaned loudly, still looking you in the eyes.

You tighten around her, putting pressure on her member and then, she came. Her hot, thick jets hit you with full force, wetting you all inside and she didn't stop. She continued to moan and scream and call your name like a clamor. After a few minutes, she calmed down and leaned closer to you, placing kisses on your breasts, your neck and finally, your mouth, as it comes out inside you and you feel your liquids spilling onto the mattress. You allow yourself to feel her tongue caress you tenderly, your hands roam her body and, for a moment, you imagine that you were a couple who had just made love…

CUT!!!

"Damn, perfect! Cut!”

And then, Carol's voice entered her ears. Natasha jumps away and everything around her gains image and sound, while reality takes over you again.

Yes, you had just filmed a porn film with the most famous star of all time.

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welcome to miami

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: lando wins miami, and you're there to see it happen (2.1k)

a/n: had to crank this one out for lando's first win 🧡 i'm still buzzing with excitement and pride omg

You’d decided to fly out to Miami on a whim, really.

The last race you’d gone to had been a whole ordeal for you. The airline had nearly lost your luggage, Lando’s request for your paddock pass hadn’t gone through in time so you had to sit outside for hours until things got sorted out, just a few of the many things that definitely weren’t great.

But all things aside, Lando had done great in the race and you were there to witness him in his element—something you’d always love to see.

With all the chaos that seemed to come with the Miami Grand Prix, Lando assured you he’d understand if you wanted to sit this one out. You really were planning to stay behind, honest to god. But when you’d wished him luck and kissed him goodbye before he left for Miami, something in you shifted.

Something was telling you to go, to be there for him in the flesh, even though it could get crazy and it was definitely a little bit out of your comfort zone. But your love for your boyfriend spanned far and beyond, so you did it.

The unfortunate thing about the last minute planning was that your flight landed at the same time the race began. Between the mad scramble to make your redeye and confirm things like your pass and credentials when you got to the track, you’d forgotten to actually tell Lando you were coming.

By the time you’d touched down in Miami, it was far too late. You’d have to settle for surprising him afterwards.

You arrived at the paddock a little over halfway through the race, collapsing into an armchair at McLaren hospitality with the biggest sigh known to man. Your neck ached, your feet were killing you, you were starving and it was too damn hot here in Miami.

Maybe you could go grab some food in a second, but right now you were so exhausted you wouldn’t have been surprised if you’d fallen asleep right there and then.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice drew you out of your stupor a while later, and you looked up to see Oscar’s girlfriend Lily staring back, a mix of confused and glad to see you. “Oh my god, you’re here! Lando said you weren't coming, he’s going to be so happy to see you!”

“Yeah, it was a last minute thing, honestly. Lando doesn't even know I’m here.”

“You must be on the edge of your seat right now.”

“Sorry?”

Lily nodded over your shoulder. “He’s winning. Lando’s leading the race, look.”

Suddenly you were wide awake, previous fatigue gone and forgotten as you spun around to look at one of the big screens showing the race. Lo and behold, there Lando was, holding steady at the front of the pack a good few seconds ahead of Max’s RedBull.

“Holy shit.” You blinked a few times in disbelief, because maybe you were seeing things, but nothing changed. Lando was still P1 with only a handful of laps to go. “Holy shit!”

“He’s gonna do it, Y/N. Lando’s gonna win.” Lily promised, squeezing your hand tightly.

And she was right.

The entire McLaren portion of the paddock erupted into deafening cheers the moment Lando sped past the waving checkered flag, you included. You were cheering so loud you felt your ears start to ring.

People were jumping around with each other left and right, folks you didn’t know hugging you and congratulating you on Lando’s win. It was odd, because you weren’t the one who’d won, it was your boyfriend, but you accepted the praise nonetheless.

He’d done it. For the first time in his career, Lando had won. All the hard work, all the long days and sleepless nights, all the time and energy and training the entire team had put in to make a dream a reality had finally paid off.

It felt like a sort of out-of-body experience for you, watching Lando throw himself across the barrier into his team, seeing him up on the top step of the podium with his first P1 trophy. Part of it didn’t feel real, but it was.

You could hardly sit still while you waited for Lando and the rest of the team to return to the paddock. Of course he had to do a couple post-race interviews, the podium press conference, all that stuff, but you could stick it out. All would be worth it to see the look on his face when he saw that you were here instead of back home.

It was only fitting that you heard them all coming before you saw them. Cheering, chanting, you even heard some singing going on, and then there he was. He was nothing but smiles all around as you watched him break away from the others and pull out his phone.

It took everything you had in you not to yell out his name. Instead, you video called him with shaky hands, waiting eagerly for him to pick up. He answered immediately, his gleefully smiling face filling your screen.

“Hi, I won!” He exclaimed, beaming so big and bright his eyes crinkled at the corners. “I won Miami!”

“I know! I’m so proud of you, Lan!”

“I really wish you were here to see it, but it’s alright. Everything is so crazy here, I—” He stopped in his tracks as soon as he glanced back down at his screen, bringing the phone so close to his face you could only see one of his eyes and the fading cut across his nose.

“What’re you doing, bub?” You laughed, feigning cluelessness.

“Where are you? It’s…” His nose scrunched adorably as he tried to calculate the time difference in his head. “Eleven at night back home, why is it bright out on your end?”

“Maybe I’m not at home.” You shrugged, angling your own phone towards the McLaren logo behind you casually. “Maybe I’m…”

“No. What the fuck? Are you—” He cut himself off a second time, squinting at his phone. It was funny, watching his head whip up both on your screen and from where you were standing, even funnier when he clocked you instantly and all but threw his phone off to the side as he broke out in a full on sprint towards you. “Holy fuck, you’re here! How—what—” Lando was so shocked he couldn’t even finish his sentence, but he didn’t need to.

You let him all but tackle you around the waist, clinging onto his shoulders for dear life as he spun you around a few times. He was hot and sticky with champagne and smelled like sweat and gasoline, but you didn’t care. You were so beyond proud of him you couldn’t even put it into words. Not bursting into tears of pride was all you could do.

It turned out you couldn’t even do that, because as soon as your feet touched the ground again and he pulled back to look at you with stars in his eyes, the tears started to gather in yours.

“Oh my god, are you crying?” He laughed, big hands coming up to cup your face tenderly. His thumb swiped over your cheek, catching a lone tear that had managed to escape. “Don’t cry, woman, or else I’ll start crying again.”

“Of course I’m crying, you dick!” You exclaimed, sniffling a few times in hopes of keeping the waterworks at bay. “I’m happy, I’m proud, I’m really fucking jet lagged right now, I don’t know what I’m doing!”

“So this is why you weren’t answering my texts!” He exclaimed, holding you at arms length. Even that only lasted a fleeting moment before he was bringing you right back in for another bone-crushing hug. “I knew you weren’t ignoring me! Oscar was being a dickhead, he said I was being clingy.”

“I’m sorry, I was twenty thousand feet in the air at the time.” You gave a watery chuckle, tightening your arms around his neck. “I’m so, so fucking proud of you, baby. Never had a doubt in my mind that you’d be a Grand Prix winner one day. Kinda wish that day was one where I could’ve put on a cuter outfit, ‘cause I can already picture all the god awful photos of this moment right now, but whatever.”

“Thank you. Thank you for standing by me, thank you for loving me—thank you for everything. I love you. I love you so much.” Lando said, lips pressed to the crown of your head. “I’m beyond fucking lucky to have you, darling. And you always look cute, what’re you even talking about?”

“You may be a winner now but you’re still a god awful liar, Lando Norris.”

“Shut up and c’mere,” He murmured, tugging you flush against him with a hand splayed across your back. Before you could say a word, he tilted your chin up with his thumb and pointer finger and he kissed you, finally.

It wasn’t a graceful kiss by any means, but it didn’t matter. He tasted sweet like champagne and victory as he kissed you with his whole soul, nearly knocking you backwards had he not been keeping you firmly in place.

He pulled away far too early, but pressed one more, much shorter kiss to your lips before he gave you a not-so-subtle once over. Concern bloomed across his face, and instantly you readied yourself for the barrage of questions coming your way in three, two, one.

“How was your flight? Are you tired? I still can’t believe you forgot to tell me you were coming. Do you want to head to the hotel? I think I've got some more media stuff to do, but I can send for a car to take you back now and I’ll meet you later?”

“I’m fine, you muppet! Stop fussing over me.” You griped playfully, nudging him with your elbow. “Do what you have to do, I’ll wait here for you.”

Lando tutted, pressing close to murmur into your ear, breath hot. “What I want to do and what I have to do are two very different things. One involves you, and I can’t do it with all these people around, but—”

“Lando.”

“What?” He pouted. You reached up to tug at his earlobe, to which he huffed out a sigh. “Fine. We’ll discuss it later then. I was actually supposed to fly home tonight to get back to you, if you wanted to know.”

“Really?” Warmth bloomed in your chest at his words. He could’ve done anything he wanted the night following the race, but he’d booked a flight to go home to you.

“Of course. No matter what the outcome could’ve been, I wanted to see you.” He replied, smiling warmly at you. You turned your head towards him, puckering your lips for a kiss that he happily planted on you. “But since you’re here and not thousands of miles away…how ‘bout we celebrate? Dinner out, maybe go clubbing? Miami’s got a killer party scene, I’ve heard. Unless you’re tired from your flight, we could always just stay in.”

“My winner wants to go clubbing, then we go clubbing.” You said firmly. Good thing you’d thrown that dress Lando loved on you into your bag, just in case. (Though you suspected he wouldn't have minded buying you a brand new one if you asked.)

“Your winner, huh?” Lando beamed. “I like the sound of that.”

“Formula 1 winner Lando Norris takes on Miami! To the clubs we go!”

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“We shouldn't have gone clubbing.”

You glanced up from where your face had been buried in Lando’s shoulder since the plane had taken off, squinting at your boyfriend through bleary eyes. Even the dim light of the cabin was almost too much for the throbbing in your head, making you wince. “Huh?”

“Last night. We should’ve just ordered takeaway. Watched a movie or something.”

“You wanted to go out though?”

He let out a pained groan, shifting in his seat gingerly. “Yeah, and look where that got me.”

“What’re you even—oh.” You blinked a few times, and when your vision cleared, you saw it. A ugly looking bruise right above his eyebrow, darkening the surrounding skin. “Did you get that last night?” Lando nodded, prodding at the area gently before you had the sense to swat his hand away. “Stop touching it. I don’t even remember how you did that. I don’t really remember a lot of last night, really.”

“Me neither.” He snuggled deeper into you, letting his cheek fall against the top of your head comfortably. “Next time I suggest something, tell me I’m being stupid.”

“I love you even when you suggest stupid things.”

Lando scowled, but not for long until it morphed into a wince. “I’m too hungover to even argue with that right now. I love you too.”

“Lando Norris, Grand Prix winner, parties so hard he doesn’t know how he injured himself. Nice.”

“Are you ever going to stop calling me that?”

You dotted a kiss to his cheek, smiling bright as you could manage. “No. Do you want me to stop calling you that?”

“...No.”

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Simon Riley x Dog Sitter! Reader pt. 3

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Warnings: mild cursing, boredom, thas really it

A/N: Holy shit I cannot believe how much love this is getting, and it's so much fun to write!! I've decided to makes this a fully fledged fic instead of just a drabble, and I'll be posting it on ao3 too! Let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist! Also sorry if formatting changes, I'm trying to have some sort of order among my writing.

Simon had never told you how long he'd be gone - which was fine, your flat was only a twenty-minute drive from his home, should you need to do laundry or get more soap. You had some freelancing logo-design work you could focus on in your downtime, and Simon had been gracious enough to leave a note on the coffee table with the wifi password. Truth be told, you imagined this would feel like a holiday: no more shitty bosses. You were your own boss, here. You could make your own schedule, as long as you made time for Riley.

You soon discovered, after moving into Ghost's house, that it was very much not a vacation. The interior of his home was so barren that it made you feel like you had been sent to an asylum. On your first day there, you managed to get a bit of freelance work done; after that, you tried watching the telly, but you couldn't drown the heavy restlessness in the back of your mind.

You decided to phone a friend.

"What's Riley like?" Leslie said through the phone, which was tucked under your ear.

"Military dog." You replied. You were lying on the floor next to Riley, stroking her fur as her head rested on your stomach. "So proper, I've never seen anything like it. You know- when I made breakfast today, I dropped some food on the linoleum- she didn't bat an eye. Girl just watched."

"That's amazing... you know Donald would have run to it like it was the first meal he'd been fed in years."

You laughed, making Riley's head bounce on your abdomen. "Mum has got to stop feeding them real food..."

"What about the client?" Leslie said, changing the subject. "Simon, was it? What's he like?"

"Honestly?" You began, scratching between Riley's ears. "A decent guy, don't get me wrong - but bland. Gruff. His apartment is, too."

"Just like ya mum always said." She snickered. "Can I see?"

You sighed. "Nah, I never checked if it was ok to bring people over. Not sure if he'd appreciate me giving you a tour. But I'll ask next time if you can visit."

"That's fair..." You heard her shuffling around on the other end of the line. "Well listen babes, I should get back to work. Got five left on my lunch break."

You groaned at the prospect of having to be alone in Simon's barren home again. "Alright... still on for this Thursday?"

"You know it! Nina's coming too."

You grimaced. "Whoop-tee-doo..."

"Oh, c'mon, I'll make sure she's civil. Love ya."

"She'd better be. Love you!"

The call ended with a click, and you let the phone slide from your shoulder with a sigh. You stared at the ceiling, running through what you could possibly do. You'd already had a shower at your flat before coming here, you'd done plenty of work...

Riley tilted her head up to look at you, sensing your frustration. You looked back down at her.

"What d'you and Simon do all day?" You asked.

She sighed and looked away.

Maybe it was time for a walk.

"Alright, Riley!" You said, pocketing your phone and sitting up. She scrambled up at the sudden movement; her eyes followed your every move as you stood, her stare expectant and excited.

"Fancy a walk?" You asked.

She whined and yapped, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

You chuckled. "C'mon, then - before you and I both start going insane."

On your way to the closet to fetch her leash, she had nearly knocked you down to beat you there. You huffed, leaning down to grab your shoes and tug them on. She sat (im)patiently and watched, her tail slapping against the wooden floor.

"Alright, alright..." You laughed, grabbing her leash and latching it onto her harness. She obediently trotted to the front door and sat, waiting for you. You opened the door and stepped outside, confused when the leash tugged in your hand. You looked back inside and saw that Riley hadn't moved from her seat on the floor. She looked at you, ears forward and eyes eager as she waited for... something.

You looked at her, puzzled. "What's wrong, girl?"

She whined, pointing one foot up and thumping her tail against the floor.

Oh, right. Military dog.

"Okay, Riley." You said clearly, and she happily trotted out the door. You chuckled, locking the deadbolt behind you and beginning the much needed walk. She stuck right by your side, never passing you nor falling behind.

For the kind of gruff, admittedly shady man that Simon was, you noticed that he lived in a pretty nice area. If you told your mum where he lived, she'd blow a cap out of jealousy - the houses were neatly lined down the street, each one with a driveway and a small garden bed underneath the living room windows. Simon's was noticeably bare - Christ, even his grass was thinner than the other neighbors', how does one manage that?

You eyed his empty garden bed as you passed it. You wondered if he would let you plant a few things... just to liven up the drabness. A couple of Hostas, maybe some African Violets... you knew he wouldn't want too much colour, but he definitely needed something to brighten his home. Currently, it stuck out like a sore thumb against the other houses. Not to mention, it would give you something to slice through the boredom of staying here.

Eventually, the sidewalk led to the edge of a small patch of woods. A bridge stretched over the creek, which then led to a longer, winding path through the trees. You came to a halt, reading the sign next to the trail.

"Po-wee-hee-co park..." You mumbled and Riley stared at you with her tongue hanging from the side of her mouth. "Poeheko Park? You ever been here?"

She looked between you and the trail, sniffing the air. She licked her lips and whined.

"Suppose not, Simon's only ever dragged you around the block a few times, huh?"

She eyed the trail warily, but you could see her eyes brimming with eagerness and interest. You chuckled, reigning in her leash and starting over the bridge. "Time for an adventure!"

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Simon sat stoicly on the heli, eyes fixed on the wall across from him. His palms rested on his thighs, fingers splayed. He appeared calm and collected, focused on the mission that Priced had debriefed not too long ago.

Except, the mission couldn't have been further from his mind. He was thinking about you and Riley. We're you giving her enough attention? That was a dumb question; clearly you knew how much attention a dog needed. You'd done this before... but had you ever worked with a dog that had certain needs and medications? You never mentioned it during the interview, and he didn't remember to ask. What if you couldn't see the signs when Riley's pain was flaring up? What if you had forgotten that she needed pain medication?

He thought about texting you - but he quickly shut the thought down. He'd reserved texting for emergencies only, and he knew you were good at your job. There wasn't a moment of your life you hadn't spent around dogs, of course you would take perfect care of Riley.

"Honin' in, LT?" Soap's voice echoed through the coms as he took the seat opposite from Simon. He was relaxed, as if this was just another Friday for him - well, Simon supposed, it was.

"Always." Simon replied gruffly, focusing back on the mission at hand. He cleared his throat and flexed his fingers, trying to keep a cool composure.

"How's Riley doin'?" Soap asked. "Know I jus' seen 'er a few days ago, but- ye finally cave n' get someone to pet sit?"

Simon grunted. "'Course. Not gonna leave 'er alone that long, it'd be torture."

"Who'd ye get?"

"What's it to you?"

"Secret service? Ye snag one of the Royal Guards fer the job?"

"Jog on, Soap." Simon warned with a serious look, and Soap raised his hands in defense.

He couldn't tell Johnny about you. A fierce, possessive feeling in his chest told him not to. He knew Johnny had a thing for young, pretty things like you, and he refused to let you fall victim to his desires. In fact, he hated the thought of it.

But- who was he? Why was he being so protective over someone he barely knew? You were an adult, perfectly capable of making your own decisions. Why should Simon cockblock you and Johnny? So what if he wanted to shag you?

Mentally, he shook his head. No. Never. He'd lock you in his house if it meant keeping Jonny away from you. Even if Simon wasn't anything more than your client, he wasn't going to allow Johnny to get close to you. It would be too weird. You're his, after all.

...

Fuck.

He sighed and adjusted his position in his seat. You and Johnny didn't even know each other, for Christ's sake. He was overthinking all of this. You'd probably never even meet his team, why would you need to? You only ever have reason to spend time in his house, not on base. You just watch Riley, make breakfast in his kitchen, sleep on his couch, maybe his bed, if you're with the dog... using his bathroom, his shower...

He scowled at himself. Maybe hiring you was a huge mistake. You were too distracting.

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