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Natalia Goncharova

#palazzo pitti #natalia goncharova #art #portrait #florence #italy #russia #paris

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Suit and Tie Chapter 1

Warnings: Knifeplay, NSFW

John sighed as his phone vibrated in his pocket, morse code of ‘I L Y’. He smiled faintly, amused and exasperated by his girlfriend’s fucking with his phone. She had changed his ringtone about four times in the past two weeks, and his background was changed pretty much every time he saw her. He liked that about Natalia, though. She was always leaving him reminders of her love, even if she didn’t say it. Post-it notes with reminders to take care of himself, food prepared for him left in his fridge so he wouldn’t forget to eat, books left in his office that he might be able to restore and sell for a good amount of money. Like him, Natalia was very good at showing her love in non-verbal ways.

Everything is terrible and the world is ending. And by that, I mean my brother is getting married and instead of being a normal person and having a wedding months from now spending tens of thousands of dollars, he’s having a family & friends week long vacation at my parent’s cottage. Wedding is the last day, just a ceremony. The rest of the week is ‘bonding’ so I will apologize in advance. I’ll email you the invitation. He has demanded I bring you along, and I hope you’ll agree to come. If you come with me, I promise to blow you every night we’re stuck there as a thank you for not ditching me.

John snorted when he finished reading Natalia’s text, sending her a quick ‘Of course I will come’ text with a heart. He read the invitation that that she had sent, marking the dates off in his calendar and putting down his phone so that he could finish working on the book he was currently trying to fix. Natalia was coming over that night after she closed the bookstore, so he wanted to be done this project by then.

Four hours later, just after six pm, there was a firm knock on the door before it opened tentatively.

“John, sweetheart?” Natalia called, toeing off her shoes and padding into the kitchen.

“In the office, kitten. I’m packaging up a book for a client.” John replied.

“I brought dinner and a present for you.” Natalia placed the tray she was carrying on the kitchen counter, then got a couple of plates and cutlery out.

“I’ll be out in just a second. Can you let Dog in? He’s in the backyard laying in the sun.”

Natalia laughed, opening the back door and running over to bounce around with the blue pittie that stole her heart. They had a little dance party on the lawn together, though the dog soon knocked Natalia on her ass so that he could lick her face. John came out of his office to see his girlfriend squirming beneath his dog, laughing so loudly that she had to be going hoarse. He laughed, strolling over and grabbing the pitbull around the chest, pulling him into his lap for cuddles.

“Hey boy, are you making out with my girlfriend?” John asked, pressing a kiss to Dog’s muzzle.

“Hey, dog thief.” Natalia crawled over, petting the dog while leaning in to steal a hungry kiss from her boyfriend. He returned it just as eagerly, moaning softly into it when Nat slid her hands up under his Henley to rake her nails over his chest.

“I made fried chicken, homemade fries, salad, and mac and cheese. I made extra so you could have leftovers tomorrow if you want.” Natalia hummed, “It is definitely not healthy, and the salad is not going to help with the huge amount of fat in the rest of the food, but it is going to taste amazing.”

John groaned audibly, leaning in to steal another firm kiss.

“You are the best.” John hummed, pulling her into his lap when the dog got out of his lap to have some zoomies. Natalia giggled, tugging the neck of her sweater down to show off the strappy black ‘bra’ she was wearing. John groaned, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her into the house.

She was able to force John to eat dinner before any extracurricular activities, but only because she threatened to give her food to someone else if he wanted sex more than her cooking. Once their dinner was done, John carried her up to his office, dropping her on his desk.

“You know what we talked about? Trying new things?” he murmured, nibbling her ear and trailing bites down her neck.

“Mmm, yeah, that’s why I’m wearing this. I figured you might wanna try.” Natalia arched against him, digging her nails into his back.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“You like it when I hurt you, right? You want more of that?” John asked, tentative and very unlike him. Natalia smiled, pressing kisses to his jaw and pulling him closer to her.

“Yes, John. I want you to hurt me. If you ever did anything I didn’t want you to do, I would tell you.” Nat promised, moving to unbutton his shirt and gasping when he grasped her hair and yanked her head back.

“Let me finish, kitten. I want to take a knife to your pretty skin, show who you belong to. Other girls get a ring, but you get something more permanent.” John hissed in her ear, holding her hair so tightly that she couldn’t move her head at all. The blissed-out look in her eyes said it all.

“Yes, sir.” Natalia replied, body going loose, all of the tension melting out of her like it always did when he took control. The chair at his desk is discarded quickly, giving him room to spread her out on his workspace like another book to restore. Nat’s eyes follow his movements, heavy-lidded and love-drunk. John chooses a more intricate blade from the locked safe in his office closet, one that is sharp enough to make the kind of cuts he wants while inflicting only the amount of pain he was looking to inflict. No more, no less.

The buttons on Natalia’s shirt don’t put up a fight, popping with only the slightest bit of pressure of the blade. Normally she would complain when he ripped her clothes off, but the idea of being marked up by him had clearly thrown her for a loop. She was already edging into subspace and he hadn’t hurt her beyond pulling her hair.

“You’re perfect.” John praised her, slicing her skirt from the bottom up, dragging the tip of the blade from the waistband of her skirt up to the strappy lingerie she wore. A thin red line followed his trail, and Nat’s eyelashes fluttered, a low moan escaping her kiss-swollen lips. He flicked his tongue over the tip of the blade carefully, then tapped her chin.

“Open your pretty mouth, kitten.” John commanded, sliding the blade flat side down between her lips when she did. Ever obedient, she stuck her tongue out a little bit, like she knew what he wanted, and she lapped at the blade like it was his cock. John watched, transfixed, as his girlfriend gave the blade little kitten licks, then moved forwards to slide it deeper into her mouth. She looked up at him, her eyes so blue they looked unnatural, as she moved until the tip of the blade was a hair away from touching skin, holding there for him.

John sighed, pulling the blade from her mouth and replacing it with his fingers, pressing past her limits just to hear her gag and to watch the tears form in her eyes. He dragged the blade down, slicing open the clasp of her bra, moving it aside to hang off her arms, then circling her nipple with the blade. She gagged again, and her chest moved, causing the blade to nearly slice her skin. He growled a warning, moving the edge of the blade below her pebbled nipple.

“If you move again, you’re going to cut yourself.” He murmured, so low she could barely hear it, and she let out a quiet, apologetic whine. He waited patiently, fucking her mouth with his fingers until he was sure she had total control and wasn’t going to move again, before finally pulling free. The blade slid down her skin, slicing open one strap of her panties, and then the other. The blade slipped between her legs, flat side down between her cunt and her panties, slicing them open. He smirked, showing her the blade, covered in drops of her wetness.

“You’re being very good for me, kitten. You always are, aren’t you? Look at you. Your eyes are so blue when you’re like this.” John praised, gently rubbing the hilt of the blade against her cunt, making firmer circles around her clit. Nat moaned in response, lashes fluttering again, mouth dropping open.

“Yes, sir. Always good for you.” She panted, letting out a shaky whine when he slid two fingers into her slick wetness. John flipped the blade in his hand, not even looking, and Nat moaned again at the sight. This is why she trusted him. She knew he knew that blade like the back of his hand, and that he would never hurt her beyond what she could handle. John licked her wetness from the handle, then made a small cut along her hip.

“Baby, time for a second, okay?”

“Mmm, kay, wassit?” Natalia asked, blinking to clear her mind.

“I want to do something, but I need consent first. I want to carve my initials into you. Will you let me do that? You can say no, and I won’t be hurt or offended.” John promised, holding her gaze and making sure she was fully present and paying attention.

“Fuck, I love that you want things like that. I love that you ask like that.” Natalia groaned softly, stealing a kiss in this brief moment, “Yes, I want you to do it. Please.”

John nodded, kissing her back slowly, lulling her back into things with a forceful hand and the bite of the blade on her throat while he fucked his fingers into her. He had her whining in minutes, trying as best as she could to stay still to avoid cutting her neck.

“Are you close, kitten? You’re doing so good for me.” John purred, watching Nat shiver, smiling when she squeaked ‘Please let me cum’. She was perfect. How did he get lucky enough to find her?

“You can cum, princess. You’re so pretty when you beg.”

Natalia shattered around his fingers after a precise press of his thumb to her clit while making a ‘come here’ motion with his fingers. While she was still riding high on that bliss, he delicately ran the blade over her skin, carving JW into her mons pubis. She was crying by the time he finished, but she said green every time he checked in, so he finished them off. He was quick to put the blade aside, gathering her into his arms and pressing kisses to her face and hair.

“You did so well, kitten. You were so good. I’m so proud of you.” John murmured, making sure she was stable before examining the cuts. They were deep enough to scar, but shallow enough not to need stitches. They were really only bleeding so much because all of the blood in her body had rushed to her cunt with her arousal, so he was able to take his time in tending to them. He was able to enjoy the bright red against her white skin, the way it ran in thin rivulets.

“John…” Natalia looked up at him with wet eyes so blue he wanted to drown in them.

“Yes?”

“Can you use the fancy skin glue stuff so it’ll heal faster? And can we go to bed for a bit?”

“That’s the plan, princess.” John hummed, cleaning the cuts while kissing away the tear tracks on her cheeks. He sealed her cuts, put her in his shirt, and then bundled her up in his arms so that he could carry her to his room. Once inside, he used a wet washcloth to wipe away the sweat on her body and the wetness between her thighs, then pulled her onto his chest. If he was being honest, the wedding invitation had gotten to his head a little, and he was happy he had been able to work through it with her. Perhaps not the healthiest coping mechanism, but it worked for them.

“Love you, John.” Natalia whispered against his neck, curling up half atop him.

Maybe it was okay that they didn’t have the healthiest coping mechanisms. At least they had eachother.

“I love you too, Natalia.”

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SHE'S NO YOU - Background + Ch.1

As promised, it's here! ###PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE READING THIS FIC!!### A/N: This book is based in 2016, in New York City. Finn is CEO of his own company, and his Ex-wife Rae is a Senior Architect at her Friend Chloe's Company. Together, they have Two beautiful children, Josh who's 7, and Ruby who's 6. Both in there mid-30s, thry despise each other after an ugly divorce. They are both very family oriented, both with plenty of Siblings. I wanted a different twist to my MMFD fic, especially for Finn.  Rae (32): Linda (65) & Karim (50) (step-dad to all siblings), Robert (38) + family, Julian (35) + son, Mark (34). Rae + Siblings: dad passed away when Rae was 6 months old. He wasn't very loving, and died a lonely man. - Finn (35): Gary (69) (Finns mum non-existent) & Veronica (58), Natalia (31) + family, Daniel (25) + GF, Mika (23), AND FINALLY FINNS LAST BROTHER IS... ARCHIE! (33) Just to explain Finns family... Finns mum and Gary had a small fling before he started dating Veronica. Finns mum Julie turned up with a 3 month old baby boy claiming it was Gary's (this point he was seeing veronica). She gave Finn to Gary and took off with a wad of cash.. never to be seen again. Finn calls Veronica ma, and is the only mother he has known. Together Gary and Veronica had Archie, Natalia, Daniel and Mika. (DNA tests confirm Finn is Gary's son) - SO much information to take in, but I thought I'd give you a bit of information about everyone. Chloe, chop, archie and izzy will have aperences in this book but I wanted this to focus more on Rae and Finn!! As always ignore my grammar mistakes and spelling! Not too good at editing. --- CHAPTER ONE - DIVIDE --- "Kids hurry up, your father will be here any minute now" I yelled up the stairs whilst I finished organising their weekend bags. It was a constant battle to get them moving after 6pm. If it wasn't to go to the toilet or get food, I swear my childen wouldn't shift away from that idiotic TV. "Josh! Don't forget to pack your inhaler this time" I called over my shoulder. "There's no freaking way I'm dropping that off again" I mumbled to myself, thinking about the awful scene. He called me lousy mother for not packing it, and I called him a dick for not double checking it was there. Yep, it wasn't a Rae and Finn 'chit-chat' without a smidgen of abuse thrown around. Verbal abuse, of course. He wasn't a violent person, but a slip of his tongue could pack a punch. "Got it mum" Josh smiled. His spiderman onsie was a little big for him. It had been flying off the shelves when I walked into Target a few weeks ago. I grabbed the closest one, running away from the dog pile mother's had formed in the Isle. He looks adorable, and turns out they are his favourite pj's. Bonus! "Good. Now can you please tell your sister to hurry up and brush her teeth whilst I finish getting ready" I cooed. When he turned around, i cheakily patted his bum. I chuckled at the little scowl he gave me. It always reminded me so much of his father, it was honestly heart breaking. The little facial expressions he gives you, and them chocolate brown eyes were everything. Joshua did make me miss the man that tore my life apart, just that little bit more everyday. I went to the mirror, trying to ignore the small argument that was going on from the upstairs bathroom. Currently, (by the sounds of things) Ruby is giving her brother another ear full about using her princess toothpaste; very expensive toothpaste may I add. Even at the age of 6, I could see my little girl becoming a diva. I re-applied my nude lipstick, smacking my lips together for effect. Then straightened out the skirt of my black dress, making sure there were no wrinkles. Lastly, I tussled the soft curls in my hair, and deemed myself acceptable for the rest of the population. It was already 7:25pm, and I had a company dinner at my one of my families restaurants. It was still a 20 minute drive by taxi (if the traffic was good), and at this rate I was going to be late for the 8pm start. Between the kids messing around upstairs and Finn's tardiness, my frustrations would soon boil over. I say 7pm, he comes 30 minutes late. Of course, I couldn't expect anything better from the deceitful man. "Mooooom, do we have to go to dads? Can't I just come with you?" "Ruby we've been over this four times-" I sighed. "But-" "No! It's your dad's weekend and your going to spend time with him honey. He loves you. He wants to spend time with you" I ran my fingers through her curly brown hair that was a complete mess on top of her head. Another thing for him to complain about I guess. "I love daddy too. I just wish she wasn't there all the time". I couldn't help but awkwardly drop to my knees in front of my little girl. I lifted her chin and kissed her plump cheek, this seemed to become a annual accurance everytime she was set to spend every second weekend with Finn or even the two school pick ups he did on Tuesday and Thursday. I couldn't stand the bitch she was talking about as much as the next person, but I couldn't tell a 6 year old that. It sadden me that she felt this way but the one time I tried to express that to my ex-husband, he went off on another crazy rant about slandering his girlfriend to our children. It nearly caused us another day in court.  "You need to tell daddy that" I stroked her cheek and got to my feet just as the bell rang. "I don't want him to be angry with me..." she sniffed. I could see my daughters eyes glisten with unshed tears. As a mother, you never want to see your children cry, doing everything in your power to make them happy. This unfortunately was something that I couldn't help fix, without world War 3 breaking out in my living room. "Baby he would never get mad at you. Now go get cleaned up and hurry back. I'll go let daddy in" she nodded, headed back towards the bathroom whilst I went towards the large wooden door of my town house. "Finally" Finn grumbled as I opened the door. He stood there in his work clothes, since it was a Friday night I understood why. He looked as dashing as always in his suit and tie. I was glad he went for the light colours today, normally it was always red and black. He looked handsome. As always. "Well hello to you too" I mused sarcasticly. Leaving the door open, I didn't even wait for his grunt reply and just simply went to the kids suitcases. "Everything is packed. Josh now has two puffs of his inhaler at night as well as in the morning, just until his completely over this small cold he can't seem to shake. Doctors aren't worried but it's just for precaution". "Why wasn't I notified about this doctors appointment Rae! I'm his father I should of been there" Here we go again. "I did call your office, your mobile was busy..." I slipped on Joshua's jacket on his shoulders, not even bothering to acknowledge Finn whilst I talked to him. "I left a message with your assistant-girlfriend whatever. If she didn't give you the message then it's not my problem". "RUBY, HONEY. HURRY UP OR MOMMY WILL BE LATE" I called just before I heard the pitty patter of her feet. "Hey dad" Josh cuddled his dad once i finished buttoning up his jacket. They had always had a strong relationship, it's something I've admired. From birth he cared more about his father's soothing voice then the women that carried his little body around for nine months. Not that I cared, I was glad that their relationship was so close, I always had my little boy but Finn had his mini me. You could tell that made him proud. "Hey buddy, how was school?" A genuine smile radiated Finn face. He crouched down so he was looking up at Joshua whilst he talked about his day, and how Mrs. Thorne gave him a gold star of his creative writing story.  "Hi daddy" Ruby's timid voice sounded off when she walked towards her brother and father. They both didn't notice, so I didn't feel the need to acknowledge it either. Another kick to the stomach, as a mother. "There's my beautiful little girl! Have you been keeping mom and joshy on their toes" he grinned picking up ruby's little body and giving her a squeeze. "Well Joshua has been using my toothpaste again..." I left them to talk by the door and ordered a taxi. I looked at the time again as I slid on my coat, and grabbed my bag off the kitchen counter. 7:40pm. I was definitely going to be late for the dinner start, but I new they wouldn't be ordering food til at least 8:30pm. Thank God. "You two go to James and he will help you guys get into the car" he nodded to his driver who stood waiting. "I'll grab your suitcases and meet you there. I just have to talk to mommy, Ohkay?" They both nodded, then gave me both a kiss goodbye. Trotting off towards James yelling Hello as they got situated in the car. I waved towards James and smiled, he had once been my driver when Finn and I were married, he was a lovable old chap that use to talk my ear off. I miss our little chats. "Where are you going?" The question didn't come across one, more of a demand to tell him why I was dressed up and heading out on this rare occasion.  "Work dinner. Not that it's any of your business..." I couldn't help but flush at our proximity. This was probably the closest we had been in years, and that was only because he was standing directly in my way. "Your little boyfriend not taking you out I see, how disappointing". He smirked watching the anger build within me. He knew I was a ticking time bomb, I always have been. I can't help that I take after my mother in that aspect but he has no right talking about Greg and our Relationship. Yes, we have both 'moved somewhat on'. "Excuse me! What does Greg have to do with this Finn" I sneered. "What about your girlfriend where's she? Spending all your money on another boob job?" Shit. Why did I have to open my big, fat mouth. He fed me the bait, and I took it. "Liv is actually at her sister's house if you must know. Tonight it's just the kids and I" I relaxed when he didn't scream back at me. It was still weird to watch his demeanor go ridged, and know I was the one to cause it. "And if you must know-" I fucking knew he would have more of an input. "I quite like Liv's tits the way they are, firm and perky. Unlike someone I know, maybe you should get yours done". "You mother fu- how dare you fucking body shame me! These 'saggy' tits of mine fed both of your kids for nearly two years each, giving them the best start in life. You asshole" His face was stoic, but I could see in his brown eyes there was a hint of underlying sadness- regret even. "Rae I didnt-". "Get out!" "Wait-". "I said get out of my house Finn. Now! Before I grab our kids out of that car. How dare you treat me like that". I was too mad to cry, too angry to even care anymore. Even though Greg and I's sexual relationship wasn't as active as I hoped, I knew for a fact he liked my body. After two kids, who used my body like a factory I was proud I managed to maintain my weight for once. No more late night snacks, and unhealthy foods. I didn't want to go back to my former obesity stage, high school was not kind to me. He grabbed the suite cases with a sigh and headed for the door just as the taxi pulled up. No more words were exchanged. We both knew it would damage this non existing relationship more. -- There's chapter one... I hope you liked it. And there will be more too come. If you want to be tagged just tell me. If not, it's all cool bro :) @lily-pop-2 @eveerez @i-dream-of-emus

#MMFD #my mad fat diary #my mad fat fandom #mymadfatloveforfinn #mymadfat diary #she's No You #Rae #nyc #they are American #Finn nelson #children #fiction #my fic #chapter 1

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I'm really trying to make money

I'm not trying to have a pitty party but my sister who is a single mother and also pregnant with her 2nd child has developed a seizure disorder during her first successful pregnancy and because of it, she is a high risk pregnancy. My family went through so much financial instability last year and are finally getting back on our feet. Well, my sister doesn't want to be a burden by adding her stress to our household so I'm trying to convince her to stay with us and I'm working 2 jobs to help pay for her seizure medicine and just basic stuff like diapers. I know my sister should get a job, but she has a seizure disorder and it's very dangerous that she can't really drive anywhere or be alone. I'd rather her be here at home with us a safe eye on her and her baby. I wish to set up a pay pal and maybe if I can give people advice or listen to their problems maybe it can be like their therapy... I've been told I'm an excellent listener and mentor. Please help me out... if I do set up a pay pal, would you guys send like $2 or even $1 if we just talked about your problems. I will give you genuine advice... please. I don't like asking for much which is why I refuse to set up a gofund me. I'd rather earn the money. Please and thank you. -Natalia 💗

#seizures #therapy

[hereticpriest]

Suit and Tie Chapter 3

Warnings: Gun kink, gunplay, NSFW

They did not survive. Fifteen minutes later, Natalia groaned as she heard a knock on the front door and some cooing at John’s adorable pittie. She recognized the voices as her parents and possibly her brother, which made her try to squeeze underneath John to try to hide. His deep laughter had her whining and giving him a gentle shove.

“Nattie! We saw a car pull up, and we were going to leave you alone but we’re so very excited to meet your boyfriend and it’s been quite a while since you arrived!” Her mother shouted through the door. Natalia could hear her father gently reprimanding her mother for being nosy and slid her arms around John’s waist, using his solid form like a shield.

“Nattie! Don’t ignore us! I know you’re in there. I want to meet my sister’s boyfriend, give him the old talk!” Ethan shouted, and that certainly got Natalia up.

“Ethan, you little brat! You will do no such thing! I’m your older sister, and I am an adult, and I don’t need you giving my boyfriend a talk like you’re even slightly intimidating! All five foot nine of you!” Natalia yelled back, which had John covering his face to hide his laughing.

“Hey! I’m 5’10, you asshole!”

“Ethan! Do not call your sister an asshole. You’re embarrassing us in front of your sister’s boyfriend. Do you know how long it’s been since we got to meet one of those?!”

“Yeah, same amount of time it’s been since she’s had one.” Ethan retorted.

Natalia shrieked, throwing herself off the bed and straightening out her clothes, checking her appearance in the mirror before stomping out into the front hall.

“Ethan Samuel Jamieson! I will tie you to an anchor and throw you in the lake!” Natalia threatened, only to be scolded by her mother. Her father stood by watching it all with a small, fond smile. Used to the madness by now.

“It’s my wedd-“

“I know! You don’t get to use Amber as an excuse, you twit! Just because it’s your wedding week, whatever the fuck that is, doesn’t mean you get to be a dick!” Natalia flung open the door, chasing after Ethan as he ran away, yelping when she managed to briefly catch the back of his shirt and yank him over. They wrestled on the grass while their parents watched in dismay.

“Gentle, Nattie! You can’t give him bruises before the wedding!”

“Ethan, I swear, you better not hurt your sister!”

Clearly Deidre and West Jamieson had very different priorities. John soon joined them at the door, cleaned up like he hadn’t facefucked their daughter dizzy less than half an hour ago. It stung a bit to notice that he was only a decade younger than her parents, but he forced that down at the sight of her rolling around with her brother, shoving his face into the dirt when she got the upper hand. Ethan was a lighter ginger than his sister, and his eyes were a greener shade of blue, but his skin had a bit more of a tan and less freckles. He was also less bulky than his sister, but John assumed that had to do with the fact that Natalia worked out and had a gymnastics background. From what she had told him, Ethan was an accountant for a large tech company.

Natalia’s parents showed that it was clear genetics were in play. Her father was strawberry blond with a bit of a ginger beard, touched with white to show his age. He was darker like his son, tanned from time in the sun, and had grey eyes. He was clearly a man who had worked late into his age and had always been quite physical. Her mother, on the other hand, had auburn hair and green eyes, and a fuller frame. She had clearly once been beautiful, likely with the same shape as her daughter. She still was beautiful, honestly. Deidre had just aged and had two children. She obviously didn’t look the same.

“Natalia Serenity Jamieson, how is this going to look to your boyfriend when he sees you covered in grass stains and being such a ruffian?” Deidre called, hands firmly on her hips.

“He’d think she looks beautiful in anything, even grass stains, and that this is typical behaviour of siblings.” John replied from behind them, offering a small smile. Both of her parents looked shocked that he was able to sneak up behind them. Natalia spotted them from her place kneeling on her brother’s chest, holding his arms and making him smack himself. She lit up immediately, doing a little flip up that looked rather badass without the context of her having been in gymnastics nearly her entire life. Natalia practically bounced over to John, leaving her brother panting in the dirt, and leapt into his arms. He caught her easily, brushing her dress down and laying a quick kiss on her forehead.

“Mom, Dad, this is John. John, these are my parents, Deidre and West.” Natalia introduced them all, leaning her head against John’s shoulder.

“Oh, hello John, dear.” Deidre smiled warmly, taking his hand and shaking it, “Sorry for all the fuss. We’re a bit of a wild family.”

“That is understating it, darling.” West hummed, reaching out to shake John’s hand as well, “Lovely to meet you, John. Will you be joining us this afternoon?”

“Joining you?” John asked, raising a brow. He glanced at Natalia, but she looked just as clueless.

“Oh, Nat, did we not tell you? Uncle Thomas has gotten a time slot at the shooting range for us all.” West replied. Natalia laughed, then pointed to Ethan who was slowly pulling himself to his feet and brushing his clothes off.

“I get to kick this kid’s ass? Hell yes, I’m down!” Natalia cheered.

“You guys shoot?” John asked, surprised by the little thrill that went through him at the idea of his tiny, beautiful girlfriend holding a gun.

“Yeah, most of us. Since the kids were old enough.” West agreed, laughing at the look Deidre gave him, “Okay, perhaps before they were old enough. Safely, of course. Have you ever been to a gun range?”

“John is a marine vet, Dad.” Natalia replied, running her thumb in little circles around John’s knuckles, threading her fingers through his. West instantly looked impressed, nodding and thanking him for his service, which Deidre and Ethan echoed. Noticing that John looked a bit uncomfortable, Natalia set her sights on her brother.

“Hey, Ethan, I bet John and I can get more perfect shots than you and Hailey.” Natalia waggled her brows at him, clearly trying to goad him into a competition. Ethan rolled his eyes.

“Nattie, that isn’t going to happen. I’m not stupid.” Ethan replied, snorting, “He’s a vet. Even if you manage to suck, I doubt he will.”

Natalia pouted, giving John’s arm a quick tug, “What about you, handsome? Bet you I can beat you.”

John laughed, quite loudly for him, though that wasn’t much compared to anyone else. Natalia pouted, giving him a firm swat to the ribs that had him lifting her off her feet, kissing her nose. Her parents were both smiling warmly at the sight, though Ethan was studying John closely.

“I’m gonna kick your ass.” Natalia informed him primly, pecking his cheek, “Ma, Pa, gremlin monster creature, I’m going to change. John and I will join you guys in a few minutes to get ready to go to the range.”

Ethan rolled his eyes at the nickname, flipping her off behind her parents back, then waving at John. “Good luck with that one, bud. See you in a bit. Mom, Dad, come on.”

West and Deidre followed their son, waving goodbye to them. Once they were gone, Natalia found herself pressed against the wall just inside the door, her legs around John’s waist.

“Shooting? Seriously?” John growled.

“Yeah, it’s a family hobby. We hunt and stuff, but we’d have to all get licenses if we wanted to go.” Natalia murmured.

“Fuck, you are seriously testing my control, kitten.” John nipped her ear, carrying her into the bedroom and dropping her on the bed, “Am I going to have to deal with you wrestling with your brother every five minutes?”

“I wouldn’t say every five minutes.” Natalia replied, tugging her dress over her head, throwing it into a corner. John took a moment to pull the front of her panties down enough to see the JW carved into her skin, then kissed her softly. Natalia kissed him back delicately, running her fingertips over his short beard, enjoying the scratchiness. After earning a purry growl from him, Natalia stepped away to get changed. After humming and hawing, Natalia chose a pair of black skinny jeans and a Punisher tank top that had had super low sides. It showed the sides of her bra, and only had a 2-inch-thick strip of fabric securing the front and back on both sides.

“Come on, John, we can take the bike over to Ma’s.” Natalia hummed, ignoring the heated look that John was giving her. She knew he loved it when she wore clothes like this, and that he loved it even more when she went on motorcycles with him. Checking all the boxes today, apparently. John helped her get the bike ready, getting on behind her after a staring contest that he perhaps could have won, but didn’t want to. Not when he saw the way she looked in those skin-tight jeans, stretched out over the bike.

Thirty minutes later, after checking in at the main house and a short drive to the gun range, John helped his girlfriend off of her bike and kicked the stand down. They locked their helmets to the bike, then headed hand-in-hand into the range. Nat’s family soon joined them, while John was signing paperwork and Natalia was pretending that she wasn’t groping his ass.

“Nat, honey!” A cheery voice sounded behind them, and Natalia spun to give Hailey a hug.

“Hailey, doll, it is SO good to see you. This is John, my boyfriend. John, this is my brother’s fiancée. Please do not ask me how he hooked her, I know she is absolutely fantastic and he is a gremlin that was fed at night.” Nat hummed.

“Nattie, shut the fuck up, you’re such a dickhead.” Ethan protested, though Hailey chastised him with a look.

“John, pleasure to meet you. Natalia, where can I get one?” Hailey giggled, tossing her blonde curls over her shoulder. Nat laughed, while John rolled his eyes at the attention and signed off on the paperwork.

“Nice to meet you, Hailey.” John said quietly, letting the rest of the family scoot by him. Natalia snagged John’s hand, leading him towards the gun cage.

“Vic, honey, John and I get first choice!” Natalia called, to a chorus of complaints from the family.

“Of course. You and your beau can pick first, since you were hear first.” Vic replied. He was an older gentleman who owned the gun range and often worked the cage. He let John and Nat in, and Nat skidded past John to grab a Heckler & Koch P30L handgun. John raised his brows, smiling appreciatively as he watches his woman walk around the room picking out rifles. She chooses a Ruger M77 as well, followed by a Benelli M2 Super 90.

John chose a Glock 22, a TTI SIG-Sauer MPX Carbine, and a Glock 34. He carried his choices into the next room to get set up and stock ammo, tapping Natalia’s ass on the way. She followed him shortly, sitting at the table next to him and starting by taking her handgun apart to clean and check it. They made quite the pair, each efficiently cleaning their weapons. John obviously moved faster than Nat, but he happily watched her once he was done. It was a bit of a turn on to see her so confident. A nice surprise, too. Feeling his stare, Natalia glanced up at him briefly.

“I used to want to join the military. I was always a good hunter. Good at physical stuff. I worked hard. When gymnastics fell through, I wanted to join up even more, but my injuries kept me out of that. I still go to the range because it helps me deal with my emotions and stuff.” Natalia informed him quietly, snapping the last piece into place on the Ruger and getting up. John noted that her family hadn’t joined them yet and tugged her into his lap, stealing a hungry kiss. His hands skimmed up over her thighs and squeezed her ass, trailing his mouth down over her neck.

“Do you have any guns at home?” John asked quietly.

“Yeah. Have to clean them, actually. You can help if you want.” Natalia purred, arching into his hands like a cat being pet.

“Mm, when we get back. And your family isn’t around.” John replied, and that gave Natalia an idea for later.

Just as her family came out of the gun cage, Vic brought John and Natalia ammo and cleared them for ranges 1 and 2, spacing them out away from her family a little bit just like he did with Ethan and Hailey. They began soon after, and John was impressed by how good Natalia was. She started with the Ruger on distance targets, and he quickly realized that his woman had talent. That innate calm that she was able to cultivate within herself clearly aided her in steadying her aim.

He figured a bit of practice wouldn’t hurt him, especially off-hand shooting, so he worked with the Carbine first. He could see Natalia eying him out of the corner of her eye, but he simply winked over at her and took a shot.

“Nat, doll, do you want a course?” Vic’s voice came over the speaker between shots, and she beamed.

“Hell yes Vic! Thank you!” John sighed. This woman was going to kill him, he just knew it.

“Man, only a couple points lost there, Nat. Too bad you decided on a marine, huh? He wiped the floor with you.” Vic offered Natalia a smile, handing her a USB drive for review and nodding at John, “Good on you both.”

Natalia pouted, taking John’s hand and kissing his gunpowder covered fingers. John growled at her, and she giggled, nipping the pad of his fingers and leading him out to the motorcycle.

“Ma, John and I are tired. We’re going to have dinner in the summer house and get an early night. I’m going to show him around the property a bit too.” Nat called to her parents.

“Okay, you better show up for breakfast tomorrow! It’s served at 7 and if you don’t show, I’m putting your bed in the lake.” Deidre warned, drawing a snort from John.

“That sounds like something that has happened before.” John hummed inquisitively.

“Once or twice.” Natalia replied, getting onto the motorcycle and sighing happily as John’s arms circled her waist.

The ride home was short, but it was still long enough for John to be a bit tense, especially with Nat wiggling her butt into his hips whenever she could. The two parked and covered the bike, then fetched the gun safe from the locked shed, bringing into the house. John set food out for the dog, dumped a couple indoor and outdoor toys out for him, and gave him a massive antler to chew on that should keep him out of trouble. Probably.

The couple settled on the bed with the gun safe on the floor nearby, having retrieved a Glock 22 that Natalia informed John was her first ever gun. John held her close to him, nearly in his lap while she disassembled, cleaned, and reassembled the gun. Once it was reassembled, she checked the safety and turned a bit in John’s lap. He watched her with dark eyes, nearly black from how blown his pupils were. She knew him too well, he decided, when she flicked the tip of her tongue over the muzzle of the gun. John groaned audibly, watching her trace kitten licks up the barrel, her eyes locked with his.

“Made for me, kitten. Fucking made for me.” John muttered, taking the gun from her and checking it once again, before tipping her head back and slipping the gun into her mouth, twisted sideways so that her jaw wouldn’t be straining to hard. Natalia held still, letting out a moan around the gun, looking up at John with pleading doe eyes as he fucked her mouth.

“Natalia, baby, I’m going to fuck you with this gun. Will you let me do that? Do you want it?” John asked, forcing the gun a bit deeper into her mouth and smirking when she gagged around it. Natalia caught herself and nodded carefully, moaning around the barrel of the gun. John smirked, taking another photo of her in all of her glory. Natalia blinked up at him, waiting until the gun was slipped out of her mouth before getting up to undress herself.

“I trust you with those.” Natalia informed him quietly, watching him flip through his library of filthy photos of her. John offered her a small smile, then turned his attention back to flipping through photos. His favourite was probably one in which he had cum all over her face and was holding her head up by her hair to show her off. He moaned, dropping his phone, reaching out and yanking Natalia over to him. She hadn’t gotten her underwear off yet, but he hastily ripped them down her legs, throwing her onto her back on the bed. The muzzle made slow circles around her cunt, swiping through her wetness. John spread her open carefully, slowly guiding the barrel of the gun into her.

“You’re taking it so well, kitten. So well. I know it must feel weird. God, look at you.” John murmured, an endless stream of filth and sugary sweetness as he pushed the barrel of the gun as deep as he could, then gently began to thrust it in and out of her. He could see she was shaking a little bit, desperately trying to keep her legs spread for him despite the desire to curl away from the gun. He dipped down to place a kiss next to his initials, then pressed another upon her clit, swirling his tongue around it while he thrust the gun in and out of her.

Natalia’s muscles clenched, her back arching and toes curling on the sheets. John smiled. He was hoping for something specific from her, and he had a feeling that it was going to happen this time. She was wiggling on the bed, whimpering and gasping his name, her whole body tense as he sucked at her swollen clit. A loud whine escaped her lips, followed by stuttered pleading, and then she arched dramatically and screamed. He slid the gun free and lapped at her as she came in a gush, the sheets soon soaked along with his beard.

“Well fuck.” Natalia panted after a minute of ragged breathing. John grinned, wiping his mouth against his sleeve and crawling up her body, leaving kisses in his wake.

“Well fuck.” John agreed, yanking her out of the wet spot and onto his body. The gun lay forgotten at the foot of the bed, in dire need of another cleaning.

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