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exhaslo · 5 months

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Would you ever consider doing anything for Miguel/Fem!Deadpool reader?

One who's honestly just kind of tease which makes it impossible for Miguel to figure out *why* he hates her flirting with other spidermen so much until the penny hits.

Bonus points for recklessness and brat energy from DP we all know they aint got no self control. Needs Miguel to definitely put her in her place.

Ohhhh, I have seen so much fan art of just regular Deadpool being a menace to Miguel, Dr. Strange and the TVA. It gets me excited to see the new movie coming out!

But yea, let's give into the chaos!

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, bondage, angry sex?, p in v, language

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"For fuck's sake, why is there so many anomaly's popping up in different universes?" Miguel barked, tapping against his screens as he sent numerous Spiderman and women out to the field.

"Actually, based on the energy signatures, it seems to be the same anomaly."

"Impossible, one person jumping around all of these?" Miguel cussed lowly, trying to identify the new anomaly.

This new frustration was giving Miguel a reason to want to drink tonight. The speed he was working to try and understand this problem was honestly amazing. This was probably the fastest he has ever worked.

"Wow! No wonder why all of the Spiders I met say great things about you!" You gasped.

"Que?! (What)" Miguel hissed, seeing both a new intruder alert and anomaly alert appear at the same time, "Who-"

"Haiiiiiii! Pleasure to meet you, sexy ass, my name is (Y/N), I'm like the hottest version of me there is-"

"I. Don't. Care." Miguel hissed, jumping down from his platform and approaching you, "This attire...fuck-"

"Yeeeeep! I'mma Deadpool!" You chirped.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose before taking long, deep breathes. Once he regained a portion of his composure, he proceeded to grab you by the collar and drag you to the 'Go Home' Machine.

At least one of his problems were solved today. Hopefully you will stay in your dimension. Trying to ignore your chatter, Miguel couldn't help but notice some of the other Spiders avoiding eye contact. This annoyed Miguel. How many of them ran into you before saying anything?

"Hm? Oh like half of them." You replied. Miguel groaned loudly,

"Wasn't even a thought bubble," He muttered under his breathe before arriving in the room, "I don't want to see you here again. Stay in your world."

"Awe, but isn't fun! Not when I found such a squeezable ass-"

"Send. Her. Home!" Miguel spat.

It only took a second, but you were sent home immediately. Miguel took another deep breathe before returning to his office to hopefully relax.

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"Hehe, he gets so mad when he finds me wandering around this place. It totally isn't my fault that all of you guys think of taking a break here and I just-hop into those thoughts and end up here!" You huffed, talking to Peter B. Parker and Jessica.

"Yeah, yeah, we still don't understand the whole hopping into thought bubbles thing you say you do. It's so confusing." Peter huffed.

"Oh, it's pretty easy. I'd like to describe it as a comic book, but you guys won't understaaaaand, the readers will though!"

"Readers?" Jessica groaned softly. You just laughed,

"Oh yeah! The readers reading this now! So like, normally it's a comic I hop around or thought bubbles or I just rip through the screen, but this time...It's the readers who bring me here!"

"I think I'm more confused than when I started," Peter whined and turned to Jessica who tossed you into the 'Go Home' machine, "Look, just...don't come back before Miguel gets bad again."

"Hpmh! I just said it isn't my fault I keep coming back!" You whined loudly, "The readers and writer keeps bringing me here! I am meant to share my wisdom to Miguel!"

"Why do I hear that Deadpool's voice?" Miguel grumbled, holding a cup of coffee as he walked by, "Again?"

"See! He neeeeeeds me! That has to be why the writer keeps putting me here!"

"What the hell is she babbling about now?"

"Please, don't ask. I don't think my brain can handle anymore." Peter whimpered. Jessica waved him aside,

"She's going home now, Miguel."

Just as the machine turned on, you immediately got sent home. Miguel let out a sigh of relief and right when he was going to drink his coffee, you appeared behind him.

"Fuck!" Miguel yelled as he noticed you. You just casually waved,

"Believe in the spirits beyond."

"I want her gone!"

"Miguel, we've tried so many times. I think...we just need to accept her appearing here." Jessica whispered. You grabbed Miguel's cup, taking a sip,

"Oof, so bitter. So now that I can stay here under the writer decides to let me go home, wanna show me around, big boy?"

Miguel felt his eye twitch as he followed you, mainly just wanting his coffee back.

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It has been a few weeks since you've stayed at the-

"Whoa, whoa. Really writer? You gonna make here stay here for weeks without going home?" You huffed.

Okay, sorry, um, it has been a few weeks since you started to willingly appear at the Spider Society.

"Thank you!"

....

Uh, anyway, Miguel has finally started to tolerate you to a certain degree. You still couldn't understand why you kept appearing there, but you were making the most of it. Miguel on the other hand, was starting to find something new to irritate him.

"It's just so fascinating how different each of you are~ Can I touch those wonderful large boobs of yours?" You whispered in awe towards a Spiderman. Yes a Spiderman.

"They're not boobs."

"It's okay to not want to admit your flaws. I buried mine with my neighbor." You whispered, slowly reaching out to the boob.

"Enough." Miguel hissed, grabbing the back of your collar and dragging you to his office.

"Hey! I was about to grab something that could have been the most magically experience of my life!"

Miguel chose to ignore you, growing annoyed at your bratty and quite ignorant behavior. Honestly, he was more annoyed by the amount of flirting you've been doing with the other Spiders. You just didn't know when to stop.

"I can't help it. A natural icon I am," You chuckled and grabbed Miguel's ass, "But this...is a multiverse icon."

Miguel's eyes lit up as he locked his door and tossed you on his platform. In an instant, he webbed you in place, making sure that you couldn't move to try to free yourself.

"Ohhhh~ This is kinky~" You cooed, rolling around like a worm. Miguel pinned you to the floor, his blood red eyes piercing into yours,

"Do you know how frustrated you make me?"

"So...you aren't happy to see me?" You grinned, your knee poking at his growing erection, "I made you horny!"

"Silence," Miguel covered your mouth, "Shit, you're so annoying. No one has been able to put you in your place. Do I need to be the one to do that?" He said with a huff.

You licked his hand in response, "Awe, not sure if a fucking will stop me, but you are so willing to try~" You hummed.

Miguel felt his eye twitch as he captured your lips in a kiss, wanting to shut you up. You couldn't help yourself and smirked, enjoying this moment. Parting your lips, you hummed as Miguel forced his tongue into your mouth, his hands roaming your body.

"Mhm~ Gim....sq..." You tried to say. Miguel broke the kiss, glaring towards your,

"What?" He grumbled, biting and sucking against your neck. You chuckled as his hands reached your breasts,

"Give em a squeeze~ You know you wanna~"

"Do I have to shut your mouth again?" Miguel grumbled, kissing you again.

You tried your best to behave, you truly did. You couldn't help but try to grind against his hips, press your chest to his, or even kiss his neck. Miguel was ready to web your mouth, at least until he started to rub your-

"Whoa, whoa, writer, now I don't mind a good sex scene, but lemme have some privacy here!" You huffed.

Uh, I kind of wrote smut in the warning...so I'm giving the readers what they want, a sex scene.

"Well, I want this man to myself right now! You write other smuts! Let them read those!"

But they wanted this...I can't just-

"Consent!" You huffed, literally spreading your legs towards a feral Miguel who had you pinned, "This is different! I'm totally into this freaky shit!"

"Who are you talking too?" Miguel grumbled, ripping your suit. You shushed towards him,

"The writer! Wait juuuuust a second before shoving that monster of a cock inside me!"

I need to give them a sex scene here. You're already helping me write it.

"No, no! You are trying to write it. I'm trying to enjoy the moment. So be a good writer and juuuuuuuust-"

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"Thank you~"

What just happened?

"Oh, I totally skipped the part where Miguel fucked me so good that I actually did shut up. Hell, I think I still feel weak in the knees. Who would have known the stamina and strength that man had. Fucking hot, can't wait to-"

You skipped my story?! I'm the writer here!

"Yeaaaaaah, but like, you can always write more smut. Let me just enjoy that moment to me~. I'm sure you understand~" You cooed.

...

"Hehe, go on. End the story. I'm sure you have other smut to write."

I just- Whatever.

Let's just say, you made yourself a permanent member of the Spider Society. You made sure to annoy Miguel just enough so that he could keep teaching you a lesson. Hopefully, we'll get to see one of those lessons one of these days.

"Maybe~ If I decide to show the goods."

Freaking Deadpools.

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Hahaha, hope you enjoyed! I always loved it when Deadpool would just talk to the narrator or hop comic pages sometimes. It was great.

@tojishugetiddies

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara smut #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse

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monicahar · 2 years

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boo!

halloween scenarios with genshin characters!

characters; cyno, tighnari, scaramouche, hu tao, nilou, shenhe

; gn!reader, fluff, mentions of ghosts and scaramouche's real name (spoiler?)

CYNO

"what is that?" he bluntly asks, confusing settling within his features as he sits himself beside you. "that doesn't look like a face."

"shut up...!" a cry of embarrassment escapes you, "you know i'm bad at carving pumpkins!" feeling a bit too festive, you had decided to do something for the upcoming day of halloween. though it seems like your choice of activity wasn't exactly best suited for you.

a comical tear slides down your face as you turn to your deformed and questionable-looking pumpkin once more. i'm sorry, little guy.

he gently takes your kitchen knife into his own, letting a small snort leave his lips when your tearful expression quickly morphs into one of hopefulness. "you can carve, cyno?" you lean towards him, watching as he stabs into a new pumpkin nearby.

"no, i just want to try it out. don't expect too much."

a small smile falls on his face as he side eyes your curious expression, earning a raised brow from you. "what? something wrong?"

"if my pumpkin turns out ugly, let's name it alhaitham."

you gasp.

TIGHNARI

it's obvious from his stare that he's not amused a single bit. his eyebrow twitches when he hears you snicker beneath the blanket covering your form, arms outstretched to mimic a ghost.

"your reaction's priceless!" your laugh resounds throughout your shared home as you turn on the lights, not bothering to remove the blanket over your form as you double over. pissing tighnari off is a favourite pastime of yours.

"that jumpscare, if you could even call it that, was utterly lame." he sighs, your laughter ceasing to little giggles.

"what's so funny, hm?" oh, he's starting to get irked.

your laughter abruptly pauses when you feel his hands through the blanket over your body, gliding from your shoulders down to your hips, him seemingly trying to feel up your body to avoid accidentally hurting you.

"you're getting warm, dear." he mischievously whispers from behind you, "where'd all that laughter go?"

his head buries into the crook of your neck, your breath hitching when he suddenly starts tickling you. you shriek at the contact.

"TIGHNARI!!"

SCARAMOUCHE

"kuni, look! it's you!" he glances at you up from his paperwork, your hands holding a gingerbread man with a rather familiar dark-colored bowl cut, along with its grumpy face.

"do you want me to kill you?" he scoffs in annoyance, attempting to take it before you pulled it away from his reach.

you hold up a finger, "no thanks, my love." you smile innocently as he scowls at you, "aren't you just proving my gingerbread version of you is accurate when you act like that?"

"it won't be accurate anymore after i destroy it."

"aw." you feign a false expression of sadness. "but i love this little guy." pressing a chaste kiss atop the cookie you're holding, you giggle at how his scowl deepens.

he stands up from his seat, eyes darkened in silent rage as you fumble for words.

you panic when he starts approaching you, flailing your hands as you try to calm him down, "w-wait! it's just a joke—hpmh!"

it takes you a second to register that he's kissing you, lips molding against yours as he grips your hips close to him.

he parts away from you for a moment, glaring at you with a slight offended pout on his lips as you try catch the breath that was abruptly taken from you.

"why kiss that stupid cookie when the real deal is right here in front of you?"

HU TAO

"trick or treat!" she yells from atop her lungs, continuously pressing on the doorbell out of pure excitement.

you sigh tiredly. "we might get kicked out if you continue screaming like that—" your words are cut off when an old woman emerges and opens the door.

"hello, dearies." her wrinkly eyes scan both of you, a small gasp escaping her lips as she exclaims, "oh! matching costumes, i see. how adorable!"

hu tao is smiling as the old lady places candies onto her pumpkin bucket, "mhm! they're my lover, and i totally didn't force them to wear that for tonight. :D"

the lady laughs as you bow in respect, "sorry, she's a bit hyper because she loves halloween."

"oh no, no. it's quite alright. just make sure your little girlfriend doesn't run off, hm?" you snicker at the lady's words.

"i heard that!" hu tao pouts next to you.

pressing a kiss to her cheek, you abruptly pinch it afterwards, causing her to whine out in pain.

"you're supposed to hear it, dear."

NILOU

"eek! why did she just leave her boyfriend in there alone!" you hug her arm, worry and panic on her face as she immerses herself into the movie.

"why are they both in their underwear?" she curiously asks, not quite getting the fact that they were secretly doing the frickle frackle up until the serial killer broke inside their home.

"AAH!" you scream in fear, hiding behind nilou as she stiffens when blood is splattered all over the screen.

"they got killed...! oh no!" she covers her mouth in shock as you turn away in fear and disgust, hiding away at the nook of her neck.

"s-scary...!" you tremble behind nilou, her hand subconsciously reaching up to pat your head soothingly as she pulls your body to her chest.

"this movie is quite interesting...though i don't understand the plot..."

she's utterly confused at why 10 rifles from the police all managed to miss one man holding a mere sickle whilst you're crying like a baby in her hold.

normal day for you guys, i guess?

SHENHE

you thought you were a genius for inviting shenhe to a haunted walkthrough, finally seeing an opportunity to see your girlfriend scared for once.

"what is this?" she stares at the spooky entrance.

"a haunted house, well, a fake one. but it's gonna be fun, i swear!"

"if you say so." she lets herself get dragged by you, noticing you're more cheerful than usual.

"why are there so much cobwebs yet no real spiders?" she asks curiously, seeming fascinated by the amount of 'spooky' stuff there is inside the house. isn't it supposed to be habitable?

"you see, that's part of the attraction—AH!"

"BOO—!"

the poor employee behind the ghost costume is knocked out as your girlfriend punches him, the man falling to the floor as stars fly over his head.

"s-shenhe! why did you—?!"

"the evil man tried to attack you, [name]." she coldly glares at the ghost cosplayer beneath her feet. "i will bring you justice." she grabs his head harshly.

"shenhe, no!"

#cyno x reader #scaramouche x reader #tighnari x reader #nilou x reader #hu tao x reader #shenhe x reader #genshin x reader #har❗fiction #genshin impact headcanons #genshin drabbles #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fanfic

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poetryandfluffycats · 2 months

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Hiii how are you? :D can I request Natsume teasing a soft dom reader who is usually very innocent and dense until they snap and punish him? Like they're all "I don't wanna hurt you are you okay with this are you sure? :(" so Natsume's just like "just rail me ffs" and purposely getting on their nerves so they act up afhgahfgaf I hope I made myself clear ^^"

A/N: I cant tell whether I hate this fic or love it

Pairing: Natsume Sakasaki x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, choking, teasing, degrading(natsume to reader), prasie(reader to natsume), marking/biting, hair pulling, oral over clothes, natsume is a head pusher, finger sucking, handjobs, fingering(reader to herself), rough sex, riding, soft dom reader turned mean, kitten used as petname, reader is mentioned to be taller than natsume

Content: Its been a long day, all you want to do is fall into your bed and rest. That's until your boyfriend shows up offering a... different way to relax.

Words: 2.8k

NSFW oneshot under cut!

"(name)? ArE yoU home?"

Punish me~

Collapsing onto your bed, you let out a heavy sigh, the events of the day weighing on your mind. Its not like it had been a horrible day, per say, just one of those days where everything seemed so dull and exhausting. With idol work, school, and your after school job, you were so stressed and completely burnt out. There was nothing more you wanted to do than curl up in your plush sheets and drift off into a nice slumber-

Ah. Right. Natsume was coming to the dorm tonight, wasn't he? How could you have forgotten? It was a plan you yourself had made! And he had been so excited about it too, talking about how he couldn't wait to have fun with you...

Yet here you were, already half asleep in your nightgown, having completely forgotten about your dear boyfriend. How selfish were you? You had cancelled your previous plans due to idol work so many times, and when you finally had time you couldn't be assed to remember you invited him!

"Y-yeah! In here!" You called out, forcing yourself to get out of bed. The least you could do for him was keep him company for the night, considering you forgot about him and all. Quickly, you made yourself presentable, straightening out your gown and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

You opened the door, allowing the red headed man to walk in and make himself at home. Compared to you, he looked immaculate. Hair brushed to perfection, not a single wrinkle on his school uniform, even the pendant around his neck looked shinier than usual. He scanned your figure, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"AlreaDY in your nightwEAR? How scandalOUS" He teased, standing up on his tippy-toes to press a chaste kiss to your lips. You smiled, leaning down to make it a bit easier for him.

"Sorry Natsume... I'm really tired from training today" You admitted, giving him an apologetic smile and ruffling his hair.

He swatted your hand away with a small "Hpmh!" and smoothed out the mess you had created, returning his hair to its original form. The childish action earned a sheepish smile from you. He had always hated it when you did that, saying it only reminded him of how much shorter than you he was. It was adorable.

"Hmm, is thaT so?" He intertwined your fingers together as he led you over to the bed, settling the two of you down on the edge. "I suppoSE I don't minD a slEEpy girlfriEND"

Another small smile tugged at you lips as you scooted closer, resting your head on his shoulder. He was so warm, so comfy. his scent was a mix of salty sweat-most likely from his own idol training-and the tea leaves he commonly used in his spells. It was a smell solely unique to him, one you found comforting.

"YoU know, I might have a waY for yoU to reLAX, (name)" His voice was low, huskier than usual.

The hint of sultriness in his voice was undeniable, causing a warm blush to take over your cheeks. Was he really suggesting that? Right now? You couldn't help but feel impressed by his level of boldness, since you were usually the one to take initiative. It also warranted a bit of concern however. The last thing you wanted was to be taken advantage of because you were stressed out-

"YoU look scarED, kittEN. WhaT'S so scary aboUT a massAGE?"

Oh. That made more sense. Of course he wasn't trying to be suggestive, he was being sweat! You cursed your stupid mind for immediately going there, the embarrassment still lingering on your face.

"R-right, sorry, I guess I'm just a bit on edge today" You gave a nervous chuckle, moving your head back from his shoulder and shifting onto your stomach. "A massage would be lovely, Natsume"

The weight of the bed dipped beside you and you soon felt a pair of slender fingers tracing the bumps of your spine. He slowly moved up to your shoulders and neck, kneading the tensed flesh of your back between his digits like so. His movements were slow, calculated. Clearly he had some sort of experience with this. A pleasant hum left your lips as he worked on the muscles in your shoulders, easing the tension you didn't even know you had been feeling.

"Feels gooD, righT?" He cooed, leaning down to press a delicate kiss to the nape of your neck. You possibly would have noticed the hint of seduction in his tone if you hadn't been so blissed out by his touch.

You could only muster a hum in response, closing your eyes and feeling sleep creep up on you. Natsumes hands trailed down your back once again, removing all the knots and kinks he came into contact with. It made you feel like heaven, like you were the luckiest person in the world to have such a wonderful man with you. You could feel yourself drifting into unconsciousness...

"Natsume!"

The feeling of him lifting up your gown and giving a firm squeeze to your butt cheeks pulled you out of your massage induced trance. You crawled to your knees and whipped your head around, staring at him with wide eyes. Here you had been thinking he was simply trying to be kind, when he was just as pervy as you had originally thought!

"You're not being very good right now, you know..." Your futile attempt at scolding him fell on deaf ears as he crawled onto your lap.

"Am I noT? Hm, maybe you neeD to puniSH me"

He picked up your hands-which had previously been resting by your sides-and brought them to his neck, intimating being choked. Almost as quickly as he had brought them there you pulled them back, trying your hardest not to give into his advances.

"My love, that's dangerous. I could really hurt you doing that, and I'm too tired to take care of you if I do" You sent him a smile, hoping he'd back down from the idea.

Instead, he crawled further into your lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and settling himself right on your crotch. The thin layer of his pants did nothing to hide the throbbing tent poking against you, and the way he pressed himself down against you was not helping the matter.

"StuPID, I can handle iT. Or are you scarED?" A smug grin played at his lips as he continued to grind on you, the look in his eyes growing intenser by the second.

Shit. He knew you all too well. Knew your weaknesses, your turn-ons, and most importantly, how to press your buttons. There was no way you'd back down from a challenge-and you were fully aware he'd never let you forget it if you chickened out-even if this could have some negative consequences later...

It wouldn't hurt to try, right?

"You want it so bad, don't you?" Your voice dropped an octave as you grabbed his hips, swiftly flipping the two of you over so you could be on top. He looked up at you with half-lidded eyes, that painfully annoying smirk still plastered on his face.

"What a silly quesTION, kittEN. Why else would I asK for iT?" He mused, eyes glistening with mischief.

You brought a hand to his neck, testing the waters with a gentle squeeze to the sides. A small moan was torn from his throat, followed by a giggle as he placed his arms behind his head and closed his eyes.

"That all yoU goT? HurrY up alreaDY"

His voice was laced with annoyance and boredom, but the growing budge pressing into your thigh told another story. Clearly, he was enjoying himself, you didn't need to be a genius to figure that out. How much he was enjoying this... it almost made you want to stop out of spite. Make it a real punishment for him, one he'd never forget and have trouble walking because of...

"This is taking too loNG" Natsumes whiny voice broke your train of thought. "Just fuck me (name)-aH!"

Before he could finish you wrapped both hands around his pretty little neck, pressing down hard on his pulse points. The gasp that left him, the way his eyes widened, the way his hands flew up to meekly pull at your own, it made your head spin. His face turned a pale shade of red as you grinded your hips against his clothed erection, his chokes and moans only fuelling you on further.

"You wanted this, take it" You hissed, leaning down to nibble softly at his mouth, scraping and grazing the sensitive skin. "Take it like a good boy"

You released your hands from him, only to pull him up and crash your lips against his. It was a sloppy and harsh kiss, more teeth than anything else. You bit down on his bottom lip, creating a sea of drool and blood to drip down his chin. Tangling your fingers in his hair you yanked him forward, deepening the kiss and giving yourself more area to explore.

He eagerly returned the kiss, grabbing onto your hips and fiddling with the hem of your panties, pulling them down to your ankles with ease. You shimmed out of them without breaking the kiss, throwing them somewhere on the floor. You could deal with that later, being too indulged with him to care now.

"Take this off" Tugging on his tie, you pulled away from the kiss, earning a whimper from Natsume and a whine of protest. "Now"

He didn't waste much time. His tie and shirt hit the ground before you could blink, and his pants came quickly afterwards, leaving him in just his boxers. Whilst keeping your eyes glued to his body you mimicked his actions, striping yourself of your nightgown and exposing yourself fully to him. His eyes trailed up and down your figure, taking in each curve and crevice. He simply adored your body, and clearly so did his cock. It stood up proud in his boxers, a wet patch of pre-cum already seeping through the fabric.

"So cute, so desperate" You cooed, tracing a finger over the wet spot and palming his throbbing member. "Aren't you a cute little boy? Getting so worked up for me"

You lowered your head, resting your chin on his thighs and blowing your hot breath on the cloth of his boxers, drawing out a straggled moan from the trembling man. Licking your lips, you inched closer to his covered length, giving it a few small kitten licks before mouthing at it and sucking out the moisture of his pre-cum. His hips bucked upwards, suffocating your nostrils with his musk.

"Stop teasING!" He spat, grabbing a handful of your hair and pulling downwards, forcing you to take his clothed cock further in your mouth. "Use that mouTH for something usefuL!"

Was he really trying to take control? You didn't like that.

With one swift movement you slapped his hand away, climbing on top of him to wrap your fingers around his throat. Using your free hand you hooked a finger under his boxers and pulled them off, finally freeing his swollen erection. The tip was a glowing pink colour, shiny with pre-cum and tiny droplets of your saliva.

"Don't fucking talk to me that way" You used all your strength to push him down hard against the pillows, tighten and loosening your grip on his neck. "Brat"

He opened his mouth to respond but his words were quickly replaced with a raspy moan was you gave his shaft a firm tug. You released his throat, opting to silence him by shoving two fingers down it instead.

"Suck"

The command was met with an eye roll from Natsume, which you put a stop to by shoving your fingers even further down his throat, causing him to gag and spit up on the tips. You gave his length a few lazy pumps as he hesitatingly compiled, a cocky grin appearing on your face.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" You cooed.

The redhead whined in protest, swirling his tongue around the digits, successfully coating them in slick. Satisfied with his performance, you continued pumping his cock, starting out with a fast and harsh pace. He gasped at the sensation, moaning and whining around your fingers like a whore.

Once they were properly lubed up, you retracted your fingers from his mouth with a nice "pop!" sound. You brought the hand down in between your legs, pressing them up against your entrance. You eased them in slowly, making a sure to make a show of groaning in pleasure to work him up. The way his dick twitched in your hand at the sight was almost comical.

"Stupid bitCH. S-stoP playing with yourseLF! Hurry uP!" There was a primal lust in Natsumes gaze, one that showed just how much he wanted-no, needed-to-be fucked silly. You simply chuckled, pushing your fingers in deeper and increasing the pace of your hand on his cock.

"Oh? I can always stop, if you don't like it..." You taunted, teasingly releasing your grip. "It would be such a shame though, I feel so good right now. I could cum just by fucking myself. Agh~ Fuck!~ Yesss!~"

You threw your head back in mock ecstasy and arching your back, putting on the most erotic display you could muster. The sound that left Natsumes mouth was near animalistic, so desperate and needy. He almost sounded in pain. It was a beautiful view, and it only edged you on further.

"Just let mE stick it iN alreaDY! You'RE wasting your timE!" He wailed. His tone was on the verge of being borderline aggressive, as if he was trying to swap the roles by throwing a temper tantrum. It was adorable.

"Huh? Wasting my time? Darling, aren't you the one who wanted this?" You dragged your fingers out of your dripping hole, using them to jerk him off with both hands. "Didn't you want to be punished?"

Without giving him time to reply you climbed back on top of him, positioning yourself right above his needy tip. You rubbed it in between your folds, mixing his pre-cum with your juices. Natsume bucked his hips and grabbed onto yours, digging his nails in deep and pulling you down ever so slightly. His patience was wearing thin, too desperate to care about your little show.

You took one hand off his cock, using it to brush a strand of hair behind his ear. "I'll give it too you now, okay?"

"Fucking finaLLY"

You dropped down, taking him in inch by inch with ease, hissing as he stretched you out. He fit inside so smugly, like your cunt was moulded for his cock. A low growl left his lips when you took all of him in, your hips falling flush against his. That full feeling, it was one of your favourites.

You didn't spend much time getting adjusted to his length before you lifting your hips up and slamming them back down, creating a fast pace to ride him at. He clawed at your hips as you bounced up and down on him, using his dick as a toy to get off on. You gently wrapped both hands around his neck once again, using it as leverage as you rode him.

His head flew back onto the pillows as a loud, broken moan torn from his throat, hips snapping to meet your movements. His face was twisted with pleasure and pain, mouth wide open with a string of drool hanging out the side and tears forming in his eyes. It was pathetic, you loved it.

"Ngh~ so fucking good" You grunted, feeling your climax coming closer and closer each time his tip grazed over your cervix. "So prefect for me"

He couldn't even response, only letting out another lewd moan, this one even louder than the last. His whole body was trembling like crazy and the small gasps and grunts that left him were straight up sinful. It was clear he was getting close too.

It wasn't long until your walls were clamping down around him hard, the pleasure you were feeling coming to an explosive peak and your juices spraying all over his cock. You were so caught up in your own high that you didn't even notice when he came too, his hot seed filling you to the brim. It all felt so good, like you were in heaven.

Only when you had come down from your brain-numbing high and your brain had regain proper function you noticed just how tight you were squeezing Natsumes neck. The poor boy looked like he was about to pass out. You released your hold in an instant, adrenaline kicking in as you quickly hopped off him and began checking his neck for any damage.

"Shitshitshitshit! Natsume? Natsume! Are you okay?" You cursed yourself for being so careless with him. How could you let this happen?

Your concerns were met with a cough and a small giggle from the man, a small but genuine smile forming on his face. "I'm finE. Told yoU I could handLE iT"

#ensemble stars #ensemble stars oneshot #ensemble stars x reader #enstars #enstars x reader #oneshot #ensemble stars smut #enstars smut #natsume sakaski smut #natsume sakasaki x reader #sakasaki natsume x reader #natsume x reader

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moo-blogging · 1 year

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Late night thoughts #85:

Modern day Levi with a teenage daughter (+ slightly suggestive at the end)

"Absolutely not." Levi crossed his arms.

"It's just 1 day, it won't kill me!" Livia crossed her arms too.

Both father and daughter having the same black hair, the same eye colour crossed their arms while glaring at each other across the dinner table.

Levi signed. "Instant noodles are bad for your health. It's just salt and chemicals. You are not having it during your sleepover."

"Everybody has instant noodles at their sleepovers! It's just one day!" Livia puffed.

It was your daughter, Livia's 16th birthday next week and Levi finally agreed to host a sleepover in the house, inviting a couple of her friends over. Levi had been doing detailed planning to ensure no boys would be coming and insisted on having every friend's parents' phone number. He even wrote an itinerary 1 month before the actual event. But now Livia wanted make those Korean instant noodles she saw on her social medias at home with her friends.

"You are not having that unhealthy chemicals on your birthday, and that's final! Now eat your dinner, lady!" Levi pointed at Livia's untouched food.

"Hpmh!" Livia swallowed her food so fast she left the table within minutes.

You lean on the side of the sink as you wiped the wet plates passed by Levi. You could feel Levi's anger as he scrubbed the plates.

"Love?" You started.

"No, I'm not going to let her eat that nasty plastic noodles. We made sure she had healthy, organic food for years and now she wants to eat some noodles in a packet that comes with flavoured powder just because some brats made videos about it? No, I will not allow that." Levi passed you another clean plate.

"Levi, my love," you signed, "Livia has been a good girl. She has been eating all her vegies since young. And she does her exercises with you. But now she wants to explore more. She's at that age now."

"No, she can explore the good things." Levi scrubbed on the already shiny plate, "these are not good for her."

"Levi, love, you know very well Livia is very much like you." You thought about how they both crossed their arms at the table, and the way they glared at each other with fire in their eyes, "and you know she could have done it behind your back if you keep stopping her. Would you have listened when you were 16?"

Signing, Levi twisted the tap off and turned to look at you. "You knew I was not in a good situation back then. But I really don't want Livia to have those unhealthy things. I want Livia to have what I didn't."

Setting the plate down on the island, you took a step forth toward your husband. "Well, sometimes what is best for them is to let them grow. I know you love Livia, I lover her too." You lean into your husband's chest and snake your amrs around him, "What don't we make a noodle bar for them? With our own ingredients but taste like instant noodles. It's a win-win. Livia can make the orders. And the girls can have fun too." You looked at your husband expectedly.

Levi wrapped his arms around your waist and planted a kiss on your nose "what would I do without you? You're always so smart when it comes to things like this. A noodle bar sounds nice."

Levi signed. "Guess I have to re-plan the menu."

Your palm on his jaw, you pulled Levi's face in and kissed the side of his lips, "you're so amazing, my love."

Levi turned his head and planted a kiss on your lips, "who is going to tell Livia?"

"You." You giggled as you tapped his butt cheek. "You gotta continue being her favourite parent."

Levi exhaled a laugh. "Why don't we have another kid whose favourite parent is you?" He squeezed your butt.

#midnight thoughts #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi x y/n #levi fluff #levi x you #aot x y/n #levi heichou #levi ackerman x you #levi fanfics #levi imagine #daddy levi #snk levi

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lovelynim · 1 year

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Hii, congrats for the 300 followers!

So, about the event, I'm not sure about requesting this, but you didn't say anything about spicy stuff so

may i request lee!childe with ler!zhongli? and can you add a little bondage to it, pretty please?

It can be sfw if you are not ok with h0rny stuff tho, i just love them and i really like your writing

anyway, wish you all the success!

Hi Anon ~

Indeed, I didn’t mention anything about n$fw and I really like this prompt so... why not? ~

Anyway, I hope you like it!

⚠️ Warning: n$fw, bondage and tickling below the cut.

“H-Hngh..”

“Is something wrong, Ajax?” Zhongli whispered, pressing his lips into the man’s ear, teasingly sinking his teeth into his earlobe once he was done talking.

Tartaglia’s hands clenched behind his back, pressing his short nails into his palms as hard as he could as he felt that thrilling sensation running up his body, making his muscles tremble.

“Don’t forget that… this was all your idea, yes? So no more complaints,” Zhongli continued, with a firm and almost severe voice tone. His voice made a delicious shiver run down Tartaglia’s back.

The ginger let out another whimper, muffled by the gag, as the other resumed to play with his nipple, fiddling and pinching it. His arms battled the rope restraining them together, but the only thing he got was Zhongli resuming the tickling on thigh, making a giggly sigh force its way out of his throat.

“Ah, you like this, don’t you? Just look at how hard you got… Do you want me to keep going, hm?” Zhongli continued to talk on the harbinger’s ear as he quitted playing with his nipple and slid his hand down, letting Tartaglia feel his touch as he started to scribble over his stomach.

“Mh-mhmph!” The ginger leaned his head back into Zhongli’s shoulder, pressing his eyes close behind the blindfold as if it would help him bear the tickling. He twisted and turned his body, laughing as much as he could through the gag, but the archon didn’t break contact with his skin a single time. No matter where or how hard, Zhongli’s hands kept roaming freely over his body.

The harbinger would be filling the room with his loud laughter when the archon kneaded his sides over and over if it wasn’t for the cloth covering his mouth. Zhongli was driving him mad - in a good way - and no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t even fight it. Yet, it was this exact idea that made his dick harder and even throb in need.

“Do you want me to touch you there? Hm? Of course you do,” the archon muttered while taking advantage of Tartaglia’s position to tickle his sole with one hand while the other kept his body close to him in a hug, but continued to poke his sides without a break.

“Hng-hpmh! Nngh..” He giggled tiredly, trying to catch his breath under all the overwhelming tickling.

Fulfilling his partner’s desires, Zhongli moved both his hands to between Tartaglia’s legs, using one hand to wrap his finger tightly around his shaft and the other to draw small circles and scribble over his inner thigh. “Move your hips, Ajax… I want to see how much you want it.”

Tartaglia took some time to process the order, having his brain molten a round of tickling ago. Feeling his limbs weighing 10x more, he humped Zhongli’s hand while quiet giggles left his gagged lips.

He would be lying if he said he could form a single thought inside his head. Everything was flooded with Zhongli’s voice, the pleasure and the tinglish feeling, it was like his mind went blank and he was only being guided by instinct or, as Zhongli made sure to remind him, by his lustful desire.

“HMPH-MHMM!! MHMH-”

Zhongli chuckled hearing how his muffled pleas got louder when he started to pinch Tartaglias’s thigh. “You were so quiet, Ajax, that I had to do something about it,” he teased, starting to move his hand to help the other, noticing how much he was struggling to keep moving properly once he intensified the tickling. “Are you close? You are leaking quite a lot now…”

Tartaglia could only moan and laugh through the cloth, feeling himself starting to get a little dizzy, maybe because of how fast he was breathing or because of the overwhelming feelings. Maybe both.

And, after what felt like eternity itself inside the ginger’s head, a strong wave of pleasure took control over his nerves, making his whole body shiver and tense as he reached his climax, with shots of his seed falling and dirting the floor in front of the couch they were sitting on and some remains of cum sliding down his shaft, slowly sliding over Zhongli’s fingers.

“You were really enjoying yourself, hm? You even came a second time, Ajax, I’m impressed,” the archon said, half mocking and half teasing him, while waiting for his lover to recover and entertaining himself with how much he was trembling by a single finger tickling his shaft.

“Hng-mph…”

“Hm? ‘Wait’?” Zhongli said, as if he was understanding what Tartaglia was speaking among his whines, “Correct if I’m wrong, Ajax, but you requested me to break you in one night… And you don’t seem broken. At least, not yet. Then, please, keep me some more company, yes? I’ll make sure to take care of you when the sun rises.”

#300 followers #milestone event #drabble event #genshin impact #genshin impact tickling #lee!tartaglia #ticklish!tartaglia #ler!zhongli #n$fw #spicy #chilli

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daddy-diary · 19 days

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The Delayed Punishment

"Hpmh!" You let out as your Dom spanks you for saying something bratty. "It's not fair, you punishing me right away! I should get to act bratty for a little while before you correct me!" He let's out a little laugh and says "Is that right? Well maybe tomorrow I'll let you get away with it for a little while and we'll see how you like it." You smile mischievously, excited for the next day.

The next day comes and all day long, you've been acting up, but your Dom hasn't seemed to notice. He hasn't punished you once all day, not even a little spanking. You begin to get all grumpy thinking he's letting you get away with too much, until you get home and he closes the door behind you, locks it, and pulls off his belt.

"Now you're in for it you lil brat." He says in such a growly tone. "I've been keeping track all day, and for every little bratty episode of yours, I'm adding 15 minutes to your punishment."

Before you can even utter a word, he loops the belt around your hands and pulls it closed. Then uses it to drag you to the bedroom where he tosses you upon the bed. All your begging falls on deft ears as he strips you naked and grabs a vibe from the cabinet. You know what's coming. He's going to edge you for hours until you're begging for release. But in the end, when he finally does let you cum, he's going to overstimulate you by making you cum, once for every time you acted up that day.

Hours later when you're dripping wet, laying in bed with no thoughts at all, he grabs your chin and says "Now see, wouldn't you rather be punished right away?". You nod in agreement as you drift off to sleep.

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they-deserved-it · 10 days

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Pomni opens the briefcase, giving the knives a quick once-over. There were five, each more wicked than the last: Some were serrated, some had jagged tips, a ballistic knife, a curved switchblade. Each were specifically designed for one purpose only: to inflict crippling pain.

"You like knives Ragatha. Take a look at these and check to make sure their the good stuff." Pomni says, briskly strolling over to her bed, picking up her phone which she had tossed there.

"Gangle says she'll meet us in the usual spot in 30." She says, shoving the phone into the pocket of her jeans.

"...Hpmh." Ragatha mutters, tracing the edge of one of the knives. The former jester looks up.

"What? Something wrong with the knives? God, don't tell me I got scammed." She muttered, making her way to her girlfriends side.

"No, everything fine. It's just..." Ragatha gives a dramatic sigh. "You've never gotten me any fancy knives..." Pomni rolls her eyes.

"Well...maybe I can ask my contact if they have any cheap one, and I'll get you the past one I can afford, ok?" She says patiently, closing the briefcase. "Now, we should get going." She grabs the case and goes to head out.

"Wait! It's chilly out, you'll need a jacket." The older women says quickly, grabbing a nice leather jacket and helping the other girl put it on.

"Thanks." Pomni says, heading out of the house. It wasn't until she was opening the car door that she realized something was off.

"Is this new?" She asked, looking down at the jacket.

"Mhm!" The former ragdoll says proudly. Pomni stays silent for a moment, before giving her partner a rare, genuine smile.

"Its...nice." She says quietly, before hopping into the car, putting the case in the backseat. "Ok, now we really need to hurry."

#tadc ragatha #amazing digital circus #ragapom #jesterdoll #ragatha #They Deserved It AU

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harmfulgod · 1 month

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Hpmh. Well ur a loser

try to hurt me all you want, kitten.

you won't accomplish anything with your little skills at it.

#ask #radqueer

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thatfailedpokemontrainer · 5 months

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Heya lil bird, do you want to sleep over at the lab? You can take any of my mons with you and I have a giant stash of blankets if you want any?

mmgh, maybe. Where is the lab?

Indigo said 't was very cold there hpmh

#sprite :>#pkmn irl #pokeblogging #rotumblr #rotomblr #pokemon #pokemon irl #pkmn

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dontforgetoctober3rd · 5 months

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Spillways (Chapter 3) A Gilded Age fanfic

Faceclaims for George and Randolph Stewart

Contents: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Word count: approximately 2300

Story Summary: All of New York society is in a tizzy over the news: The Earl of Galloway is in town with his son, the 30 year old (bachelor) Randolph. Marriage-minded mamas are on the prowl but the Earl and his son eschew most of the lavish parties and teas they’re invited to...except to a certain tea with Agnes Van Rhijn and her niece, Marian.

Rating: Teen (mentions of drunkenness, slut-shaming) Ratings will be *by chapter*, so subsequent installments might differ in their rating.

Author's Notes: This is a canon-divergence story beginning a few months from episode 5 of Season 2.

DISCLAIMER: I am not affiliated with The Gilded Age in any way beyond being a fan, I do not own the Gilded Age characters nor am I using them for any commercial purposes or making money from this, this is just basically word fanart of the show

Beautiful divider by @muchomago

It came as a shock to everyone (except Bannister and Peggy) that Agnes Van Rhijn objected to Marian potentially being courted by an Earl’s son.

Everything Agnes did, especially since Ada’s leaving to be with her new husband, was in hopes of finding Marian a husband. Failed courtships did nothing to deter her.

“It seems like she would pair Miss Marian with anything that breathed and wore a top hat if it came down to it.” Jack said one morning at breakfast. The rest of the servants and Peggy agreed: if it was male and available, Agnes Van Rhijn would attempt a match.

Until it came to Randolph Stewart, that is.

Both ladies were in the sitting room when the argument broke out, Marian reading the newspaper and Agnes tending to her letters near the window. Marian seemed more willing to be open with her Aunt about her goings on these days. Agnes sometimes took the information with ill will. Like today.

“He is not courting me, Aunt Agnes, he merely wishes to talk of how to better support St. Mary’s and also the Red Cross! Charity work is important to him. Even if he was courting me...would that be so horrible?”

“He is the son of a member of the peerage, my dear. The most important thing to him is finding a gullible lady who will turn a blind eye to his whoring and give him a legitimate heir so that he can prance around as if he has accomplished something worthwhile in this world.” Agnes said acidly.

“How can you say that when you don’t even know him?!” Marian argued. She folded the newspaper in her lap.

“You certainly had no issue when Charles and Aurora pushed me to meet a drunkard! I heard no complaints from you when Dashiell proposed to me, when it turned out he was only doing it to spite his now wife because she had rejected him!”

“I was right about that Raikes scoundrel, wasn’t I?”

“You weren’t at first and you know it.” Marian shot back. “People change and Tom Raikes unfortunately decided not to include me in his life when he did.”

“I suppose you’ll continue to ignore my advice, as you always do.” Agnes said, returning to her correspondence with a huff. Peggy had the day off, and so Marian and Agnes were alone together in the house with the remaining help.

“I don’t ignore your advice, Aunt Agnes. You only say that because I make choices different to those you would make yourself.”

“Cavorting with a likely rakehell is definitely a choice I would never in a million years make.” Agnes said curtly, continuing to write.

“Giving people a chance to show me who they are is not a poor choice.” Marian said, returning to her reading of the paper. “I will go to see Randolph in the park tomorrow, whether you approve of it or not.”

“Hpmh!” Agnes answered. “I knew nothing good would come of you lowering yourself to doing work at that school.”

The day after their argument, Agnes Van Rhijn strangely accepted Marian’s suggestion that she include Randolph Stewart’s father on an invitation without fuss. The whole incident had gone well. Eerily so. Bannister and the rest of the servants were truly surprised. Comparing it to their previous quarrel, it was like comparing night and day.

It worried Marian now more than when she had anticipated another tantrum before asking. She had expected a battle and gotten mildly annoyed acceptance instead.

Beforehand, Bannister and Peggy had warned Marian that her Aunt felt…strongly about the Earl, even if she had no legitimate quarrel with his son besides lingering prejudices stemming from history with his father. Whatever that history was, the rest of the inhabitants of the house still did not know, but it was obviously something Agnes Van Rhijn refused to let go of for decades.

“If the Earl decides to accept your invitation, I suspect his visit will not go smoothly.” Bannister warned. “Mrs. Van Rhijn may be plotting something.”

“The way she rejected Mrs. Astor’s invitation that day…she was more cordial when refusing Mrs. Russell’s invites when she was first establishing herself in society, let’s just leave it at that.” Peggy had informed her.

“Aunt Agnes is nothing if not proper. She will not dare to behave so impulsively in person with an Earl in her home.” Marian said. She wished she believed it. Perhaps Randolph would tell her what was going on.

There was already gossip in the papers about Marian having talked to Randolph Stewart. When so many pleas for the presence of Lord Stewart and his son had been rejected, seeing Miss Marian Brook going for a carriage ride with one of them felt like another rejection. A statement as well. One that said: Marian Brook is better than you, people whose invitations we have denied. When it came out that both the Earl and his son were invited to tea at 61st Street by Miss Brook, not Agnes herself, and had accepted? Well, the uproar was quite a thing.

They wouldn’t dare utter a word in Agnes Van Rhijn’s presence (or within her hearing range) about it, but many mumbled how unfair it was that someone like Marian Brook managed to snag time with the Stewarts of Galloway.

What was so great about her? Sure, she participated in society, as was proper. However, in the eyes of many, Marian Brook did nothing noteworthy. She did not wear the most extravagant gowns and sure, she was beautiful, but hardly enough to take one’s breath away.

Bertha Russell took no issue with it, despite having received a rejection. Miss Brook had been kind to her from the beginning and if anything, she was impressed by her feat and intended to wheedle all the details out of her when she could. An invitation to luncheon next week was accepted by Marian, and if all went well, Bertha was sure she would be bringing along a very important guest.

Mrs. Astor was not displeased by the news either, even with her friend’s refusal to attend her own tea with the Earl and his son. Marian was Agnes’s niece, after all, and part of Old New York. She saw such a development as Marian’s due. Her worry remained with how Agnes would deal with facing George Stewart again, after all these years.

Aurora and Charles were delighted at the possibility of no longer being pushed to play matchmaker by their Aunt Agnes. They prayed Randolph’s interest in Marian went beyond charity work.

Those that were less than enthused by all this kept their complaints to whispers in a corner at a party or private chats at a luncheon. They did not want anything they said in complaint of being rejected to be misconstrued as a comment against Miss Brook, even if that was what was meant. The specter of Agnes Van Rhijn’s rage loomed over them, the potential of being publicly given a dressing down by her was enough to cow them into being discreet about the matter. Not so with Susan Blane.

The widow had become bitter for a while now, ever since rumors of her and young Mr. Russell had made it into the papers last year, it seemed. She did not grace the ballrooms and sitting rooms of New York with her presence, but all over Newport her complaints were heard. Even the young Mrs. Winterton, with her own position in society more precarious than ever, did not dare publicly disparage a member of Agnes Van Rhijn’s family.

For Susan Blane, Marian Brook seemingly always getting men flocking around her had always been a thorn in her side. To get the attentions of an Earl’s son when Susan herself had been rejected by them, it was like an insult.

“Miss Brook has another suitor? I wonder what this one will find wrong with her.” Mrs. Blane was heard saying at one of Mamie Fish’s parties.

It shocked even Mamie, who was like a moth to a flame where gossip was concerned. “Who is to say it is Miss Brook the one that something was wrong with?” Mamie had put in, attempting to nip in the bud speculation of Marian’s reputation. “Many of her suitors were rather distasteful, if you ask me. Especially that drunk banker friend of the Fanes.”

“I agree,” Carrie Astor said. “Miss Brook showed good sense in rejecting many of them.”

“Rejecting all of them, you mean?” Mrs. Blane continued. “All of them had something wrong? Most of them are married themselves now. What could they possibly have that wasn’t good enough for Marian Brook but was sufficient for their present wives?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Carrie said, eyes narrowing and disdain in her voice.

“Surely you aren’t implying Miss Brook is too high in her instep for rejecting suitors?” Gladys Russell asked in disbelief. “I’ve rejected plenty myself. Are you suggesting a lady should just settle for the first man who will have her, no matter his flaws?”

“I’m suggesting nothing of the sort.” Mrs. Blane said silkily. “Miss Brook is suggesting something else entirely with her actions.”

“And what would that be, Mrs. Blane? Are you sure you’re not imagining things?” Carrie said.

“My, my, I didn’t realize Miss Brook had such a legion of defenders!” Mrs. Blane said. A mean look colored her eyes as she laughed lightly.

“I don’t care for your tone.” Carrie responded coldly. “I don’t see anything that Miss Brook should be defended for, either. She isn’t doing anything improper.” The mood was rapidly shifting to a negative atmosphere and even nearby guests were growing uncomfortable. When Carrie Astor was displeased, it meant something serious was afoot.

“Miss Brook is as respectable as any of us here.” Mamie said, desperate to alleviate things. “There’s no need to try to throw mud on her good name simply because the Earl denied an invitation from you but accepted one from her! He has denied an invitation from nearly all of us.”

Mrs. Blane smiled as if accepting what Mamie said, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

“You know, I think this courtship between Randolph Stewart and Miss Brook will go well.” Carrie began, turning to Gladys. “They already seem to have so much in common. Their good breeding, their dedication to charity…their shared good sense when it comes to rejecting certain people..they seem like a good match, don’t you think so, Gladys?”

“Absolutely.” Gladys said, smiling as she sipped her wine.

Mrs. Blane’s fake smile immediately fell off as she left the scene, not even bothering to excuse herself. The people around them buzzed with whispers.

“I will try to stop the gossip rags from learning of this, but I know that is a fool’s errand, with the servants I have.” Mamie said sheepishly. Gladys and Carrie giggled.

“No doubt we are not the only ones Mrs. Blane has subjected to her grumbling.” Gladys said.

“Still, I will at least try to prevent a scandal.” Mamie replied. “The last thing I need is Agnes Van Rhijn’s wrath raining down upon me for seemingly allowing someone to smear a member of her family in my own home.”

Mamie left the girls to their socializing, both giggling nervously at the thought of Mamie Fish being yelled at by Mrs. Van Rhijn. They were not at all nervous at the prospect of Mrs. Blane getting that treatment, however, and actually hoped Mamie failed in her mission so that they might see the widow get her just desserts.

“WHAT IS THIS?!” Agnes Van Rhijn thundered.

“The morning paper, ma’am?”

Bannister stood before her, holding a tea tray, his mistress shaking a newspaper in his face. He was glad Miss Brook was gone to St. Mary’s for the day.

“Do not talk as if I have lost my senses, Bannister, I mean what is this?!” she pointed to the headline, eyes flashing angrily.

“It seems as if…distasteful comments have been made, ma’am. About Miss Marian. I understand your upset-”

“DISTASTEFUL COMMENTS?! Distasteful? Bannister, she might as well have called Marian a dockside tart!” Agnes screamed. In the back behind Agnes, Bannister saw Bridget immediately turn around with the smelling salts and leave after he gave her a quick shake of his head.

“How DARE she?! A washed up harlot of a widow talking about my niece courting in such a way!” Agnes continued. “If she thinks she can drag a member of MY family through the mud with no repercussions, well, she is about to learn differently! Fetch me my hat!” Agnes threw the paper at the table.

“Ma’am, you have the tea with Lord Stewart and his son today after Miss Marian gets home! I don’t think it wise to go off to Newport right now.” Bannister said, following his mistress stomping to her rooms.

“Who said anything about going to those hovels in Newport?! I intend to call on Mrs. Astor and have that trollop Susan Blane removed from the Academy waiting list! Then, god save me, I intend to call on Bertha Russell and have her do the same with her waiting list for her garish opera house!” Agnes rattled off. “THEN I shall instruct them to refrain from ever inviting that horrid woman to anything EVER AGAIN if they want to continue considering themselves my friend! I intend to go to Aurora about this and Mamie Fish, too, though what I should be doing first is asking Mamie Fish why she stood by and did nothing to stop Susan Blane from opening her muckraking mouth abou-”

“You consider Mrs. Russell your friend?” Bannister asked in surprise.

“Bannister, I do not have time for your jokes! NOW FETCH ME MY HAT AND GET ARMSTRONG UP HERE TO HELP ME CHANGE!”

Bannister bowed quickly before ringing for Armstrong.

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NEXT: Chapter 4

#the gilded age #hbo the gilded age #spillways fanfic #the gilded age fanfic #the gilded age fanfiction #agnes van rhijn #marian brook #fanfiction #fanfic #writeblr

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