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romanoffsbish · 1 year

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I Love You / I Know

Mob Boss!R / Escort! Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: Angst. Forbidden Love. Jealousy.

Smut:Daddy (R), Slut/Whore (N), Rough!!! Oral/Fingering(N), Double Sided Strap, Blood, Bondage, Choking, Degradation.

18+ | Minors DNI | Labeled/Please Don’t Report.

You asked Natasha to come to your place.

She said yes. You sent a driver.

A familiar pattern made for the dead of night.

Natasha got into the matte black SUV, with the rear windows so tinted no one would see her, and so that she couldn’t see out. With a raised partition just as dark, it was like being in a cage. Where you live was not her business.

She was safest that way.

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When she entered the car all service was lost, and her belongings given over to the driver.

Natasha knew it was safe. Your men knew better than to slight the redheaded beauty.

She leisurely walked into your mansion that you lived in alone, well besides for Rocco, your free range soft brown cat. It was unique.

Mostly modern decor, mixed with rare old timed pieces to create an unsettling vibe. Natasha knew the layout like the back of her hand, and where to find you, but she stalled.

Letting anticipation simmer in her belly for what to expect when she walks beyond the red door. Into the space with red leather couches, with the king size bed in the center of the room besides a chest full of unique toys and gadgets.

Natasha’s thighs clench at the thought of what could be in store for her the closer she gets. There’s a faint metallic scent in the air, only being overpowered by the smell of ammonia.

It must have been a rough day. She’s excited.

Natasha follows the rules, she removed her clothes, folding them and leaving them on a chair near the room. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but she lastly removed her red silky thong, she deposited it into the drawer you made for that.

As soon as she walked into the room she’s slammed back into the door and kissed with a force that made her bite her tongue. The taste of copper caressed her tastebuds before your tongue slid over them. You moaned as you tasted her blood, it was inquisitively sweet.

After your tongue left her mouth you pulled away completely with her lower lip between your teeth. You ground them sideways and she yelped, a slow stream of red dripped down her chin and you moaned, satisfied by the taste and the mess you were making of her pretty face.

You released her lip, and gripped her by the throat. Natasha’s eyes rolled slightly as you cut her breath off in beats of three seconds. On and off. Just as soon as she caught her breath you took it. Then you held her for six, her vision spotting as you drag her over to the mattress.

You tossed her onto it, her body bounced as she gasped for air. Distracted by instinct as you hurriedly went through your chest. You’d already been stripped down to your boxers. Sports bra still on as well. You exchanged the soaked grey for a double sided strap. You slid the significantly smaller end into you, then you fastened the harness and returned to the bed.

Natasha peered up at you as she leaned on her elbows, dried drool mixed with blood holding strands of her hair captive to her face.

“You look so beautiful like this,” you husked, “My perfect little slut, a fuck toy to abuse.”

Natasha bit her lip, wincing at the reminder that you’d marred her. A slight gush of blood rolls down her chin, a rather bright crimson to marvel the darker splotches of a prior stream.

You stalked closer to the mattress, the weight of your strap resting on the end of it and her eyes grew wide as the light cascaded over it. There was an unfamiliar girth to it that both frightened and aroused her. Her mouth went dry as her pussy dripped with arousal.

“You like daddy’s new toy honey?” She gulped before nodding timidly. “I-It’s kinda big.”

You chuckled darkly, “Oh, it is, daddy’s going to stretch you out baby, ruin you for anyone else.” Natasha grimaced, you knew.

The sweet date she went on with a lifelong friend, Wanda. Of course you knew. She couldn’t see you, but you always saw her.

You knew it didn’t mean anything. Just a social obligation to keep up appearances. At the end of the day her heart only beat out of sync.

Love was something she never had much of growing up. Besides with Yelena and Tony. Her family. So now when she found it she clung to it; even if it wasn’t healthy—especially then…

Natasha raised her hands obediently, you tied them together behind her back then laid her down. She frowned as the rope dug into her wrists with the added pressure of her body, but she quickly changed her tune as you nudged the tip of your strap into her clit. She cried out.

You grinned like a devil, eyes locked in on your soon to be corrupted victim. “So reactive…” Natasha fisted the sheets when you lowered to your knees and pulled her closer to the edge by her calves. “Daddy needs a sweet treat first, then I’ll fuck your desperate, whorish pussy.”

The redhead groaned huskily at your promise.

Natasha’s thighs trembled beneath your lips as you moved up them. Biting and sucking on her plush skin, varying shades of red being left behind, darkest in places where teeth imprints could be found. Once you reached her cunt she was whimpering in need. Her entire body flinched when you gave her what she needed.

Your tongue lapped at her folds, nose nudging her clit in a way that had her choking on her breath. Russian curses you’d familiarized yourself with left the redheads parted lips.

Natasha imagined the cocky smirk she could feel pressed against her cunt, her core burned with a need you felt against your lips, heart racing as her hole fluttered around nothing.

After that you gave in, lips moving up to attend to her clit as two of your fingers slid into her molten heat. Natasha shivered and sighed.

You always felt so good inside of her. No one else would ever compare to you, there was a gruffness to you, paired with rare softness.

Like now, you only gave her a second to adjust before you pulled out, just to thrust back in. Setting up a brutal, uneven pace. She went from stuttering to moaning, overwhelmed by your fast pace and slow swirls on your clit.

Then your fingers slowed, she went to cry but as you pulled out they curled, her walls fluttered with appreciation as you pressed into her innermost sensitive spot. Soft lips wrapped around her clit at the same time as you plunged your fingers back in, and as you curled them again, even slower now, you sucked on her clit.

Natasha came hard, pussy sucking your fingers even deeper as her thighs stiffened around you to keep your head locked in place. You swiftly removed your fingers, her whimpers of protest ignored by you as you used this time while stuck in place to clean her up with your tongue.

Without the use of her hands she had to use her shoulders and core to shimmy away. You chuckled against her as she failed to budge. Tongue entering her and swirling around to ensure you’d gotten it all before pulling away.

“You’re pathetic,” you sneered, it was heatless. “You must know I’m far from done with you.”

You untied her wrists, bringing them up to your lips to kiss the raw skin, you swirled your tongue all around, and she hissed in relief. Directly contrasting your previous tone.

“Play with your tits before daddy fucks you.”

Natasha put on a show for you, hands slow as they trailed her fingers across her abdomen. They swept over the swell of her breasts, swirling around her nipples before she pinched them. Mouth falling agape with a dramatic flair as she moaned lowly, your cunt twinged. She continued on, switching up her touches.

Once you were satisfied you stopped her hands forcefully, leaning in you kissed her sloppily. She did her best to keep the pace, but the pain of her hands awkwardly pushed into her chest made it near impossible. You preferred it that way, gave you more control of the pace.

Natasha moaned when the head of your strap slid passed her slicked up entrance, leaving it with a squelching pop that made you shudder.

You pulled away affectedly, holding yourself up by your arms you stared at her while catching your breath. Her smile was too much, far too tender, holding onto a love as toxic as lead.

With strong hands you manhandled her onto her stomach, pushing her knees up and out so you could slam your cock into her. Natasha’s body froze up as you made it a third of the way in, two of your fingers swirled over her clit and she slackened wholly. You continue the pace and soon you were bottomed out. Both of you were panting now, you leaned your forehead against her back for a moment of calm.

The way the redhead looked at you told you what you already knew. Natasha loved you.

You loved her too. But it would never work.

You still felt compelled to hear it. Even if if hurt. The pain reminded you you were alive.

Reluctantly.

“Tell me how much you love me!” You pleaded, tone demanding. “More than anything daddy!”

You thrusted harder. “Say it!” Natasha pushed back into you with a satisfied sigh, “I love you.”

Her voice was timid, emotions reflected clearly.

You tweaked her nipples in retaliation, she choked on a moan. “You love daddy’s money.”

You knew it was deeper, Natasha’s silence was apparent. Even her moans had nearly muted. But you needed her to agree, to take some of the pressure off of your heart. You needed her love, but you also repelled it with precision.

“Admit it slut!” You stilled your hips, she whined in disapproval so you slapped her ass. “Drop the attitude, now!” Natasha breathed out of her nose angrily, but she followed it up with a timid whisper, “I love you for your money.”

“That’s what I thought,” you growled, picking the pace back up, but a tad more brutally. “Sweet girls like you could never love a monster like me, we’re designed to corrupt.”

Natasha’s mind was screaming that wasn’t true, but with your strap hitting her in the spot that makes her brain go fuzzy she couldn’t speak, she could hardly even breathe. Dirty moans were interrupted by a shallow gasp as you swirled a digit around her neglected clit.

Her thighs began to tremble, you fucked her into the mattress with thrusts meant to bruise. Natasha’s thighs burned, her skin numbing as your thrusts never dulled. Both of you were teetering off the edge together. Your grunts having picked up indicating that to her.

Natasha felt you stutter, she faintly heard as you bit back a moan. She closed her eyes and imagined it a few decibels higher. Her entire body warmed as the coil within her burst.

Just the thought of you releasing because of her was all she needed to cum. Your ability to have picked the pace back up in mere seconds helping push her through it and it didn’t stop.

You kept going, increasing your attention on her clit as you thrusted sloppily. Her wetness gushing onto the satin sheets beneath you. Natasha came again with a screech that she’d never released before. Her body convulsed, you continued to thrust slowly, edging yourself because when she whimpered you stopped.

You didn’t want to hurt her that badly.

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” you did your best to reassure her. Your tone was permanently rough. It had to be if you were gonna survive.

Natasha found your weight atop of hers to be more grounding than your attempted comfort.

She appreciated the effort though.

Her breath began to even out, you were about to pull out but she wrapped her legs around you, loose enough for you to break free, but tight enough to hope you’d stay. You did.

She looked at you with glossy eyes, her hands cupping your cheek. You flinched, but settled into the hold anyways. Fighting your need to run for just this fleeting moment. Her lip trembled, as did her voice. “I love you Y/N.”

You smiled down at her, painfully so, your eyes flashed with a vulnerability before steeling. A heavy sigh fell from your lips as your eyes shut, you were closing off. “I know.”

Your warmth left hers swiftly. You were tender only in the way that you pulled the strap out with consideration to her wellbeing. You moved hastily, breaking her. Why couldn’t she have just one more tender moment with you?

You were dressed. Natasha stared at you from the edge of the bed, sheets haphazardly wrapped around her, but you could see the dark marks you’d left behind. Angry red lines trail down the side of her neck, and hips. They match the way she feels beneath the smile.

You see right through her cordial facade.

To the hurt, and to the doomed hope.

Loving you was pointless; a bittersweet curse.

You couldn’t quit her, so you exploit instead.

You handed her a single black rose, the only part of the routine that stays the same.

A tainted affection.

The wad of cash is similar too, but each time it becomes a harder burden to carry.

She felt used, her mind now fracturing.

You walked away put back together.

Natasha walked away knowing you knew.

You knew that she meant it. That she loves you.

She loved you with adoring eyes and soft lips.

You loved her with black and blue mementos.

Her love was warm; inviting and pure.

Your love was cold; demanding, and desolate.

She loved you —— You knew.

The Han Solo to her Princess Leia. But only ever tragic. The best stories always are.

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2,348 Words

❤️ Kaitlyn 💔

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(Not a Star Wars fan myself, but please do enjoy the reference)

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axelsagewrites · 1 year

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Hey dear! I saw that your requests are open and I would like to know if you could write an imagine/oneshot nsfw Modern Daemon x poc fem reader where they are the definition of power couple, inspired in "partition" by Beyoncé, please?

Daemon Targaryen*Partition

Pairing: modern!Daemon x f!reader

Summary: pure smut following the song and music video of Beyonces partition (Youtube video here)

Warnings: m!receiving oral, limo sex, slight exhibitionism, praise, p in v sex, horny Daemon being horny Daemon, slight daddy kink, 18+

Word count: 2103

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Three years ago, if someone had said you would be fixing yourself up in the back of a limousine on your way to be the guest of honour for the biggest company in Westeros you would’ve thought they were insane. However, two years ago you met Daemon Targaryen and within a week of knowing you he became obsessed with you. Even now two years later, a rock on your finger, and a wedding less than a few months away he worships the ground you walk on.

You originally had started as a secretary for one of the smallest branches of the Targaryen and Cooperated offices when you met Daemon who had been sent to over see the branch as some kind of punishment by his brother. The punishment turned into Daemons greatest blessing. With your insider scoop of the previous managers fuck ups and secrets he was able to whip it into one of the most profitable branches within months. When he was told, he’d be getting sent to another branch in a town over he agreed on one condition; you be promoted to his personal secretary and come with him as he travelled the country flipping the branches.

Then last week he got a call. Daemon had demanded to be able to finally settle down in one location as your wedding date approached. That’s when Viserys gave him the news. He’d be the permanent overseer of the new Gold Cloaks division in Kingslanding, his hometown and your future home. This time though Daemon insisted you no longer would just be a secretary. In both business and pleasure, you were his partner.

Viserys had insisted on some kind of grand opening of the branch for the investors. Neither you nor Daemon particularly wanted to meet these old men in outdated suits. The few business events you had attended you could practically feel the resentment dripping off the men and the judgement of their wives.

“Ignore them,” Daemon would tell you, “They’re just jealous you’re better at their jobs when they’ve been sitting on their arses their whole career doing nothing,”

“And their wives?” you would question.

Daemon would just smirk, “They’re just jealous they don’t look like you,”

You figured after tonight they’d have to show you some respect since it was you that would be hiring, firing, and promoting at the highest level. You’d watched as they all smooched their way up to Viserys and Daemon, watching how Otto Hightower practically tripped over his feet to be by Viserys’ side. Now you’d get to watch them trip over their feet to talk to you. you were going to enjoy it and be hot doing it.

Figuring you still had to look semi business related you opted to stick tight black dress that hit just above your knee and a well-fitting blouse over top to keep just enough of your cleavage covered. Covered enough so that Viserys new wife wouldn’t throw a fit but not enough to stop Daemons eyes from constantly wandering over your skin.

“Do we really have to go?” he drawled, sat on the leather sofa in the living room.

You could feel his eyes glued to your ass as you finished putting on your jewellery. “I did not get ready for the past 45 minutes to stay home doing nothing,”

“You could do me,” Daemon smirk was evident in his voice. You rolled your eyes as you finished applying your red lipstick in the mirror. In the time it had taken you to finish applying it Daemon had sneaked up behind you, grabbing you by your hips, “Stunning,” he praised, kissing your neck.

You leaned into his touch if only for a few moments to entertain him. You could feel him getting hard as he left soft kisses to your skin. God did he love the feeling of your skin. His hands had snuck around your waist to keep you firmly in place, “We’re gonna be late,” you laughed as he trailed the kisses up to your jaw.

After much insisting on your part, you finally got him into the car Viserys had sent to pick you up. You smiled politely at the driver through the rear-view mirror, but Daemon hadn’t even glanced at the man as his eyes gazed over your body.

You couldn’t stop the slight smirk when you noticed he was still hard just from looking at you. “I don’t think I can make it through this whole night,” Daemon whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine, “when all I can think of is fucking you in our new office,”

It was hard to remain calm as his hand gripped your leg just above your knee before slowly trailing up, pushing the fabric of your skirt up along with it. “What do we have here?” Daemon asked with a grin when he noticed what he thought were tights was actually a garter and stockings. “It’s almost as if you wanted to fuck me this whole time,”

“Driver,” you said, struggling to keep your eyes off of Daemon. The man glanced back at you in the rear-view as you cleared your throat, “Roll up the partition please,”

A low chuckle left Daemons throat as the man nodded and pressed the button to raise the partition. “Don’t need him seeing you on your knees,” Daemon whispered in your ear.

As soon as the screen was up Daemons hands pushed your dress the rest of the way up, his hand running over your pussy only covered by the thong you had planned to surprise him with later, “Look at you all dressed up for me,” he said, his hot breath fanning your neck. “Wonder what’s under here,” he said and without warning his hands grasped the flimsy fabric.

You gasped when the buttons of your blouse flew across the car but had no time to complain as Daemon began to paw at your chest, his hands squeezing your tits as his mouth moved neck, leaving sloppy kisses to your skin.

Daemon groaned when you pushed his hands away, but his protests hushed when you moved to your knees in front of him. “So pretty for me,” he praised as one handheld your jaw, the other working on his belt.

As soon as he had unbuckled it your hands moved to unbutton his tailored suit trousers and pull down the zip. Daemon moved his boxers and finally his dick sprung free. It was painfully hard, red at the tip and dripping precum. “You gonna suck me off in a limo?” Daemon asked as he guided your head forward, practically moaning at how your eyes looked up at him, “You gonna be good for daddy?”

His words sent tingles in your body. You nodded gently, awestruck at the man in front of you in his perfectly fitted suit. His jaw somehow looked even sharper from down here. You maintained eye contact as you leaned forward and licked up his length, swirling your tongue lightly around his tip.

He groaned, his head falling back at the feeling of you leaving kitten licks around his length, focusing on the tip which begged for attention. “You feel so good,” he praised, his hand moving to the back of your head, “Can you take all of me baby?” Daemon asked as he guided your lips to his cock which twitched as you took it into your mouth, “So good,” Daemon moaned as you took him into your mouth.

You could feel your lipstick smudging but it didn’t matter anymore as you bobbed your head up and down his length, listening to how he groaned and moaned with each movement. His hand stayed on the back of your head, gripping your hair as your tongue swirled around his cock. Daemon couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting up at first, too obsessed with the feeling of your mouth. Your eyes began to water as his thrusts sunk him deeper into your mouth, hitting your throat but the way he moaned made it worth it.

His moans were ragged as your head bobbed up and down. You sneaked your hand up to cup his balls, squeezing them lightly in your hand making him groan loudly, his cock twitching in your mouth. It didn’t take long before you feel the salty sweet taste coating your mouth as his cum spilled down your throat.

When you pulled away you noticed the red marks smudged around his cock and you wondered how your lipstick looked now. Or worse your mascara. Daemon looked down at you through hooded eyes still filled with lust, “Driver,” he called, eyes still on you and your swollen lips, “How long till we get there?”

“15 minutes Sir,” he called back, his voice strained.

Daemon smirked, “Turn up the music,” he called back. With that the limo was flooded with the sound of Beyonce and an understanding.

Within seconds you were climbing into Daemons lap, your lips crashing onto his without caring about the lipstick that stained his skin. His hands settled on your ass, pushing your skirt up so he could grip your soft flesh. You gasped into the kiss as his hand spanked your ass twice firmly. You wondered how many it would take for him to leave a handprint.

Part of you wanted to test the theory but you only had so much time. you could feel him already hard again as you grinded your hips into his. “I want you,” you said, breaking the kiss as Daemon continued to grope your ass and hips. “Take me,” you said before returning your lips to his in a messy kiss.

Daemon groaned into the kiss. One of his hands moved from your ass to between your body as he pushed your panties to the side. He took his cock into his hand, running it over your wet folds before lining his tip up with your entrance. You took your que and slowly began to sink down onto his cock, moaning at the way it perfectly stretched you out.

His hand stayed between your bodies as he moved his fingers to rub circles into your clit. Even the kiss could no longer muffle your moans as you began to ride him. Daemon broke the kiss but only to pull your dress down to expose your tits. His lips soon found your nipples, taking turns gently sucking and nibbling on your hardened buds. His spare hand returned to slap your ass and squeeze its soft flesh.

You could feel the knot tightening in your stomach as you bounced on his dick, the excitement of the new location only making your orgasm approach quicker. Your moans were mixed with the music, but you couldn’t help but wonder if the driver could still here you. surely, he knew what was happening.

It didn’t matter though as Daemon began to thrust up from bellow, meeting each of your thrusts with his own making him hit deeper spots in you. the knot tightened and tightened until you felt your orgasm rip through your body, washing over you like a tidal wave. It didn’t stop daemon though who held you in place by your hips as he continued his messy thrusts until he felt himself twitch again and let himself go finally.

You didn’t bother to move off of him as you felt his cum fill you. times like this you were grateful for your birth control. You were both gasping, sweaty, and foreheads pressed against the other. “How long now?” you finally managed to yell to the driver.

“If I take the long way five minutes,” he responded, lowering the music.

“Quick get ready,” you said as you managed to clamber off of Daemon, grabbing some napkins they had left beside the complimentary bottle of red wine. You handed some to daemon, “You’ve got lipstick on you,”

“Maybe I should leave it, make a statements. Reds definitely my colour darling,” he said as you rolled your eyes and tried to make yourself look semi presentable.

There was still a light redness around Daemons lips as you pulled up. Your eye makeup was smudged to hell but semi saveable. When you saw lights flashed you looked at Daemon wide eyed and he gave a sorry smile, “God I hate photographers,” you said as you pulled your dress up to try cover more of your cleavage.

“Looks much better without the blouse darling,” Daemon grinned as he straightened himself out, “C’mon let’s go,” he said as the car pulled to a stop, “We have a company to run,”

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libraryofgage · 11 months

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Too excited to not share after finishing, so here's the full (unedited) Cheerleader Steve chapter of the Modern Steve in 80s Hawkins fic lmao

Featuring: Cheerleader Steve, Hellfire Club, Eddie's tragic split ends almost (almost) eliminating Steve's attraction to him, and Steve’s cheer routine living rent free in Eddie's head forever after (not that he knows it)

Anyway, here we go:

The theater room is mostly empty except for three more teens. A table is set up in the middle of the stage area, a DM partition at the head of the table and a grid-map spread across the middle. Little figurines are placed across the grid, each of them seeming to be in specific positions related to monster-like figurines. Steve can see two teens sitting at the table clearly, but the third one is behind the DM partition, slouching in their chair so only one hand with rings decorating the fingers can be seen dangling from the arm.

Flannel Teen leads Steve into the room just in time to hear the tail-end of someone saying, “-ill not convinced they won’t show up.”

“Eddie,” Flannel Teen says, cutting off whatever would have been said in response, “got a visitor for you.”

The one behind the DM partition---Eddie, Steve realizes---straightens up in his chair, a pair of brown eyes peeking over the top of the partition and landing on Steve. The eyes widen slightly, something like amusement and wariness dancing in them as Eddie stands and walks around the table and…

And Steve is fucked. He didn’t even know the whole metal-grunge-80s thing would do it for him, but here is with his heart skipping a beat. He wants to trace the rings on Eddie’s fingers, wants to study all the patches and pins on his vest, wants to grab him by the belt loop and wallet chain and pull him in close and kiss until they’re breathless.

The thing is, Steve doesn’t believe in things like love at first sight. But he does believe in things like his imagination and following his gut and knowing when the two are working together. Right now, his imagination and gut are doing a fucking tango with how they’re offering him visions of a semi-awkward dates, sweet kisses, incredibly satisfying nights, and little stolen moments together that make both of them smile for years to come.

He just knows in his gut that it could be so good, they could be good, but he still isn’t entirely convinced that Eddie isn’t a murderer. He’s, like, 98% sure, but that 2% is what keeps him in check, stops him from flashing a charming grin at Eddie. He’d really prefer to not be like those true crime girlies who want to fuck Dahmer, thanks.

“So,” Eddie says, effectively pulling Steve from his thoughts as he walks up to him, “what made you bring a stranger into our lair?” Despite looking straight at Steve, he knows the question is aimed at Flannel Teen.

“Some of the swim team cornered me in the hall,” Flannel Teen says, shrugging nonchalantly when Eddie glances over at him with a concerned, questioning look. “He…talked them into leaving and said he needed to talk to you.”

Steve thinks that’s an understated way of saying he implied they were all gay and then used high school social hierarchy and expectations to make them leave, but sure. Eddie hums with appreciation, apparently thinking Steve is worth a few seconds of his time, then, and asks him, “What’s your name, big boy, and what do you need from yours truly?”

“My name is Steve. It’s nice to meet you,” Steve says, smiling politely and ignoring the urge to ask how a theater room qualifies as a lair as he sticks his hand out.

The amusement in Eddie’s eyes instantly vanishes, replaced with indignation as he ignores Steve’s hands. His lips curl up in a sneer, circling Steve like he’s sizing up an opponent. “So, you’re the Steve I’ve heard so much about. How bold to show your face after making my campaign unplayable,” he says, coming to a stop in front of Steve.

This close, Steve is almost distracted by the absolute travesty that is Eddie’s hair. He wants to reach out, cradle the poor locks with their split-ends, and ask Eddie why he’d neglect something with such potential. He looks like he uses the 80s equivalent of a fucking 3-in-1 shampoo, and Steve almost loses all his attraction to Eddie in that moment.

Almost.

Steve drops his hand, keeping his polite smile even as he raises an eyebrow. “Unplayable? You could just reschedule it, dude,” he points out.

Eddie’s nostrils flare slightly, a scoff coming from him in the next second as he leans back, waving his hand dismissively. “Of course you don’t understand the sanctity of DnD. Let me guess,” he says, spinning on his heel and raking his eyes up and down Steve. “A jock, right? Balls in laundry baskets or tidy-whitey swimming? I’m surprised you aren’t with the rest of the brainwashed conformists at the game right now.”

Oh, Steve has been handed such a golden opportunity on a silver-platter here. He could blow Eddie’s assumptions right out of the water. But what would be funnier? Blowing the expectations out of the water now, or playing into them for now and confusing the hell out of him later? Well, it’s easier for Steve if he’s just honest and himself right now. Plus, he can't wait to see Eddie's face when he truly realizes he was wrong.

“I did play basketball,” Steve admits, ignoring the absolute elation on Eddie’s face that’s probably from being right and getting to rub it in, “and I did swim. But I’ve also played DnD a few times. I’ve been told my DM was shit, though, so I probably wasn’t playing right. Oh, I was a substitute cheerleader my senior year of high school and joined the chess club, too. I’m not at the game because Dustin asked me to talk to you. And because I just didn’t want to go.”

Eddie’s elation morphs into confusion, then curiosity, and then disbelief. “Somehow, I’m doubting the cheerleader and chess club part of that, Stevie,” he says, drawing out the nickname into something that’s supposed to be mean and goad him into reinforcing Eddie’s initial assumptions.

“What, want me to prove it to you?”

“Sure, Stevie, prove you were a cheerleader.”

Steve sighs, nods, and takes a few steps back. “You know, I fail to see what any of this has to do with Dustin and his friends asking you to postpone the campaign,” he says, shrugging off his jacket. He glances around, notices Flannel Teen standing next to Eddie, and holds it up questioningly.

Flannel Teen starts to reach out for the jacket only for Eddie to snatch it up himself. “Careful, Gareth, we don’t want you getting infected,” he jokes, flashing a grin that makes Gareth snort and tells Steve this is some kind of inside joke. He looks back at Steve and adds, “This has everything to do with it, big boy. I gotta make sure you aren’t a liar leading poor little Henderson astray.”

There’s genuine concern in his tone, so Steve bites back his sarcastic response and nods. He thinks for a moment, looking at the space around him and counting the syllables in Hellfire. After cycling through the few cheers he still remembers well enough to recite, he finally chooses one that doesn’t require too much movement.

Steve shakes out his arms, rolls his shoulders, and takes a deep breath.

“Hold on!” he shouts, plastering a bright smile onto his face and holding his hand out in front of him. He then spreads his legs to be shoulder-width apart and uses his right index finger to tap his left wrist in an exaggerated manner as he says, “Wait a minute!”

He’s barely started, and the entirety of Hellfire Club is staring at him like he’s an alien. The looks only get more confused as his grin becomes a little more genuine and he shouts, “Hellfire puts some boom into it!” As he says the club’s name, he pushes his arms out to the side, and he jumps as high as he can when he gets to “boom,” touching his toes mid-air.

Steve manages to land steadily, subtly letting out a breath of relief as he places his hands on his hips. He keeps up with the momentum, bringing his fists in front of his face. “Ramp it up!” He punches above his head with his left fist. “Knock it out!” He punches the air in front of him. Gareth slides his foot back slightly when Steve punches forward, and he’d feel bad if not for the clear fascination in the guy’s eyes.

“Hellfire Club always stays on top!” Steve brings his arms up and flexes them, a little proud of his muscles when he sees the way Eddie stares at his arms. “Hellfire Club never drops!” Steve, however, does drop. He drops into a split (and holy fuck, he’s grateful he wore the looser jeans today) with jazz hands thrown up in the air.

Silence reigns supreme in the wake of his cheer, and Steve can’t help his intense satisfaction at seeing the way Eddie’s grip on his jacket tightens, his knuckles surely turning white under the rings. Steve drops his arms, carefully moves out of his split, and stands up. “So, good enough for you?” he asks.

Eddie stares at him for a few seconds before looking away and roughly throwing his jacket back. “Yeah,” he says, his tone significantly less combative than before, “I guess we can fucking reschedule the campaign.”

Steve smartly refrains from asking what his cheer routine has anything to do with rescheduling the campaign when he was originally doing it to prove he wasn’t, in fact, leading Dustin astray. If this works in his favor, then he’s not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Instead, he shrugs on his jacket and says, “Maybe everyone could tell me their names now.”

And so Steve learns their names are Gareth, Jeff, Asher, and---of course---Eddie.

#my writing #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #Modern Steve in 80s Hawkins #cheerleader steve

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A Little Menace 2

That didn't take me very long. Thank you guys for all the love for part 1, it was massively inspiring :)

Rating: Mature Warnings: ornithophobia (fear of birds), cursing, yearning, more improper thoughts, modern!din, din djarin x female reader, no use of y/n, no description of reader. Human boy Grogu. Word Count: 2518 Author’s Masterlist

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Your doorbell rings at almost exactly 5pm, and you have to stop yourself from running to the hall with excitement. Even though you’ve changed outfits five times and gone over every inch of it before settling on this one, you still check your appearance one last time in the hallway mirror, before opening the door.

“Hi, guys!” you call out a little too loudly, your excitement spilling into the two short words and quickly overflowing. But you’ve been waiting all day and now they’re finally here, Grogu’s response being a reserved but polite smile, while Din is grinning almost as wide as you, making that pleasant warmth return to your stomach.

“Hey. Good to see you again.” he responds softly, instantly making your knees weaken.

“Likewise. Please, come in.” you offer, stepping aside to let them pass before closing the door behind them.

They’re not wearing any shoes since it wasn’t exactly a long walk over, so you invite them into the living room without pause and then immediately set to work. Partly because you don’t want to give the kid enough time to start doubting whether he’ll be able to do this, and partly to distract yourself from the fact that his father smells intoxicating. Had he trimmed his patchy little scruff of beard since yesterday? And who the fuck had told him that it was okay to wear a white Henley over those arms and chest?

You wonder if it’s deliberate. If he knows exactly how that shirt accentuates his form and is being passively flirty. The way his jeans hug his ass and thighs makes you think yes, definitely deliberate. Not that you ogled him while he made his way into the living room, or anything. (Yeah, right…)

“Okay, Grogu, listen to me. I know you’re worried, but the first thing I want you to know, is that I won’t let anything bad happen to you. I promise. Do you believe me?” you ask, putting a hand on his shoulder, and he meets your eyes.

He looks nervous, but seems to want to trust you, and after a few beats, he nods. You take his hand and gently tug him along towards the balcony, stopping by the open door and kneeling next to him. The feeder sits five feet above the ground, so its fully visible above the metal lower third of the glass walls that enclose the balcony, and the smaller birds are in the middle of their evening feeding routine. Another half-hour and they’ll all be gone for the day.

However, the metal partition does hide the larger birds, hopping around on the ground, so the kid shouldn’t have to endure his worst fears on this first attempt to help him overcome his fear of them. You don’t say anything at first, you just watch him closely, gaging his reactions and trying to learn just how frightened he is, how slow you’ll need to take this and where his hard limits are.

“If you get really scared, just tell me and we’ll close the door, okay?” you say, and he nods slowly, keeping his eyes on the little finches, tits, thrushes, sparrows and robins, darting back and forth from the feeder.

“See that little yellow one? That’s a yellowhammer. It actually lives about half a mile away at the edge of a big field, but because it hasn’t been a great year for grass-harvests, it’s been struggling to find enough food to feed its family. So, it comes here about three times a week to top up on quality grains.” you explain, and he follows the little bird with his eyes.

You keep going like that for a few minutes, pointing out the different species and their characteristics until he seems perfectly at ease. Then you crawl on your hands and knees past the doorway and out onto the balcony, whispering for him to do the same, and he drops down and makes a show of being discreet and silent. You crawl right up to the sliding door that leads out there, and he bravely follows, trusting that you won’t open it, so you take him in your arms and whisper in his ear.

“They can’t see us through the glass, but just in case, move slowly and only peer over the edge.”

Your conspiring tone makes him giggle, despite his nervousness, and he mirrors your movements as you slowly raise your head above the metal edge, just enough that you can see over it. And when one of the birds turns its head towards you, you gasp theatrically.

“Do you think it sees me?”

He snickers and drops his head down below the edge again.

“No, no it’s gone back to eating. It didn’t see me. Phew.” you exhale, dropping down next to him with a smile. “Do you think that’s enough for today, tough guy?”

He nods, but still with a big grin on his face and you point towards the door, mouthing ‘go’ at him and following him when he crawls back into the apartment, where Din has taken a seat on the sofa where he could see the whole thing. He’s smiling too, breaking into a laugh as his son gets up and jumps into his lap, clearly pleased with himself for getting so close to the birds.

“Great job, kid! Was it scary?” he asks, while you get up and close the balcony door to help the boy feel safe.

Grogu nods and hugs his dad, who chuckles and looks at you with sparkling eyes, making your knees wobbly again, so you sit down on your coffee table in front of the sofa, to keep from falling over. Christ, he’s even more beautiful today somehow. How in the hell are you gonna be able to do this every day without jumping his bones at some point?

“You did really good, Grogu. I’m proud of you.” you say softly, and the boy lets go of his father’s neck and turns towards you with a proud grin, and even though he doesn’t say a word, you know what he’s anticipating. And you see no reason to keep him waiting. “So, how about we break open that box of LEGO now?”

His eyes go wide and he all but leaps out of Din’s lap and runs across the floor, over to your work desk where the big cardboard box is sitting underneath it.

“Hey, wait for me you rascal!” you call after him, earning you a fresh bout of giggles as you get up and chase him.

The construction is too big for the desk, so you bring it back to the sofa and the wide expanse and sturdy nature of the oak coffee table, where you let him do the honours of breaking into the box. You wouldn’t have thought that a kid so young would be this good at something this advanced, and you watch in amazement as he slowly and methodically follows the instructions, while you and Din mostly just support him by helping him find pieces and interpreting some of the more difficult instructions.

“How old is he?” you ask his father, while Grogu’s focused on a hunt for a tiny black piece that he needs to find before he can move on.

“Six, but he looks smaller than that, I know.”

“He also looks a lot smarter than that.” you say, not even trying to hide the impressed tone that seeps into your words, and Din preens at the compliment.

“Thank you. Most people think he’s kinda strange. Cute and lovable, but unusual. And I can’t really blame them because he kinda is, but he’s also so clever. He picks things up in no time, and even though he doesn’t speak much, he’s already the best in his class at spelling and word comprehension. He already has a basic grasp of maths and geometry, and his memory is incredible.”

The look in his eyes as he watches his son is undeniable unconditional love, and it makes something inside you want to claim him. It’s a primal thing, something to do with your brain registering him as a good provider and wanting to keep him, fully prepared to let him mark you as his in order to have him. But knowing that makes no difference. Suddenly your skin is crawling and heating where you sit next to him on the sofa, your eyes locked on his plush lips, as if trying to will him into noticing your desire.

But when you don’t say anything, he turns to look at you, and your brain snaps back to reality. You quickly turn your attention on the kid again, working away on the opposite side of the table, while every inch of you is still drawn to the man. Leaning forwards and taking a few deep breaths, you do your best not to peer at Din from the corner of your eye, to see if he noticed your exaggerated interest.

“How’s it going, Grogu? Need any help?” you ask, feebly attempting to mask the tremor in your voice with a nervous disaster of a cough, resulting in the very worst outcome you can imagine.

Because instead of realizing that your nervousness is because of him, Din seems to assume that you’re struggling with something else and tries to soothe you by putting a hand on your back, between your shoulder-blades.

“Is something wrong?” he asks, leaning closer with concern evident in his voice.

He’s just being kind and caring, but his touch is sending streaks of hot cravings through your body, setting every nerve alight and flooding you with a tingling that’s altogether way to pleasurable to be anywhere near appropriate. You bounce out of your seat, way too fast, and since you’ve been sitting there for over two hours straight, you end up having a sudden blood-pressure drop, swaying where you stand as the room falls out of focus.

Your skin tingles in a very different and highly unpleasant way now, as you dip your head and bow down, putting your hands on the tabletop while you wait for the spinning to ease up. And of course, he’s right there, now with both hands on you, one returned to the same spot on your back and the other carefully but firmly gripping your nearest shoulder, to keep you from toppling over in any direction.

“Ugh, I hate that.” you groan, while gradually righting yourself up, doing your very best not to slap his hands away. Or worse, pull him closer.

“Are you alright?”

Still such genuine concern, even though he barely knows you. Stupidly, you turn your head to the side to look at him, finding him so close now that if you leaned forwards, your nose would bump into his chin. Inhaling his scent, not perfumed but clean, some residual essence from his soap maybe, but mostly just him, your brain once again falters.

“God, you’re beautiful…” you hear yourself say, before the mist clears and your mind abruptly starts working again.

You don’t panic, but your stomach drops and something cold moves through your blood as shame crashes over you. This is so blunt and completely unlike you, and even though it is a compliment, it’s tactless and more than a little improper, especially in front of his son.

But then Din smiles, flashing a sweet dimple and it infects you as you recognize the same bashfulness that you’d seen in him out in the stairway yesterday, and he dips his head forwards to hide from you, just as you’d done when he’d said your name. You don’t dare to assume that he’s feeling the same level of attraction as you are, opting to ascribe his embarrassment to the general awkwardness of the situation instead.

“I’m sorry, that was… I didn’t mean to say that. Not that it isn’t true!” you fumble through your own thoughts and try to explain better. “I just didn’t mean to say it out loud.” as if that sounds any better… “Wow, I’m gonna shut up now before I bury us both under a mountain of awkwardness.”

He chuckles, still with his head bowed.

“No, that’s okay.” he says softly, then raises his head just enough to shyly peer at you through his eyelashes. “Thank you.”

And there go your knees again, turning all squishy and wobbly. Damn it. Willing them to work, you step back and clear your throat, addressing both your guests.

“Well, this was fun, but I think we’re gonna have to pick it back up tomorrow.”

Grogu makes an unhappy noise at that, the first sound beyond laughter that you’ve ever heard from him, and his father goes to kneel next to him, where he’s working away on the LEGO, although still only maybe a twentieth of the way to completion.

“Hey, buddy, don’t worry. We’ll be back tomorrow.” he says, but the kid’s face turns sad, and you can see Din’s heart break a little, knowing that he’s gonna have to drag his son away from the puzzle.

You sit down next to Grogu and beckon him to meet your eyes.

“I promise that I’m not gonna touch anything until you get back. That was the deal, right? You come and learn about the birds, and we work on The Falcon together. Okay?” you ask, and he perks up a little.

He nods, and Din mouths a silent thanks behind his son’s back, so you wink in return before all of you get up and move to the front hall. You open your door for them, and linger, watching as Din lets Grogu into their apartment and then turns back to you.

“Do you think we could…” he pauses, his eyes darting off to the side for a moment before he seems to chuckle at himself. “Would it be terribly improper for me to suggest that all three of us have dinner together tomorrow?”

You blink, struggling to absorb what he’s asking at first.

“Oh…” is all you can muster, until it dawns on you that that’s not an answer. “Y-yeah, that sounds lovely. I can cook, if you like.” you finally manage, and he grins.

“Sure, I won’t turn that down. Can we come over as soon as we get home, then? Around 4pm?” he asks, almost timidly, but with a quiet confidence hiding behind the words.

You nod, unable to coerce your voice into making any more sounds, because suddenly you’re wondering if he really did misread your reaction to his touch, or if it was all entirely deliberate. Had he noticed the craving you had to be radiating at him, and decided to test you?

“I look forward to picking things up where we left off…” he trails off with a smile, leaving that sentence lingering heavy in the air between you, all but confirming your suspicions, before calmly closing his door.

You stand there, staring at the blank wood, trying to remember how to breathe, and wondering how in the hell you’re gonna survive being around him for a full hour longer tomorrow.

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Thank you for reading, and feel free to criticize, I’m always looking to learn and grow as a writer.

@deadhumourist @idreamofboobear @tanzthompson @winter-fox-queen @tiffanyleen @shsoba05 @toomanystoriessolittletime @nolanell @myfavpedrothings @harriedandharassed @bruxasolta @tintinn16 @pedrostories @littlemisspascal @sj-draws00 @gallowsjoker @spishsstuff @little-mrs-morales

#din djarin fanfiction #din djarin neighbor #din and grogu fanfiction #din djarin x female reader #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian fanfic #mando x fem!reader #modern!au #modern!din #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

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Modern Barndo Designs

Barndominiums, or "Barndos" as they are affectionately known, represent a unique blend of rustic charm and modern efficiency. These structures, which originally served agricultural purposes, have been transformed into versatile residential and commercial spaces. This transformation reflects a broader trend in architecture and design that values adaptive reuse of buildings, sustainability, and open, flexible living spaces. In this article, we'll explore the latest trends in barndominium designs, focusing on their aesthetic appeal, functionality, and customization options.

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vladimirkrull · 2 years

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Vladimir krull - Expected Popular Living Room Trends 2023

According to Vladimir Krull Interior trends 2023 are way beyond just decorating your house. Living room trends 2023 are tailored for those people’s imaginations that can create something special out of nothing. Meanwhile, the practicality and functionality are the main components of living room design ideas 2023.Let’s get into the specifics of living room 2023 style options.

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*Ethan just had a face of “This won’t go well” while Evelyn was explaining the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth to Henry.*

Evelyn: “The Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth was basically Poland before Napoleon, and it had lands in modern day Poland, Lithuania, Ukraine, Belarus, Latvia, and even parts of Russia. It was destroyed after three partitions between Austria, Russia, and Prussia - which would later become Germany.”

Henry: Uhhhhh okay?

(Sam walks in the living room)

Sam: Hey dad I invited Kyle over, I hope you don't mind....

Henry: What Sammy! You're suppose to ask me first!

#wii deleted you #wdy #wii deleted you sam #wdy sam #wii deleted you henry #wii deleted you kyle

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Happy WBW! What kind of houses exist in your world? Mansions? Cottages? Single family? Duplexes? Apartments? Castles? Space ships?

Hi Nopal, Happy WBW!

I'll answer for both DoD and The Fulcrum. This will get long.

Avia

In The Fulcrum, we have three cultures described so far:

The holy city of Lornai is located in seven ancient ziggurats that rise from the waters of a shallow bay. While they were initially made for creatures twice the size of avians, they'd been since split up into smaller rooms with wooden partitions. The lower the caste, the tighter the living quarters, and so ... starts off having just enough room to spend the night and store a handful of possessions, but it's just a tight hollow, not a place where she'd spend her free time. In comparison, a Priest's apartment is quite spacious, with a large nest of cushions and with a sand bath set up in the corner. Still, eating is done in communal areas, and nobody is expected to spend free time in their sleeping quarters, unless they're sick.

The avians living in the Sunswept Plains centre their lives around giant beetles. Their homes will have a brick or clay, circular foundation, and a conical roof made of beetle elytra. The elytra are amber in colour and a little translucent, and are often engraved and sections are thinned to make windows and patterns that light up with the sun.

The treefolk of the Wandering Woods live in the crowns of the giant trees, and shape their homes by weaving wines and branches, that will then grow into the desired shape. Similarly, vine bridges will connect the trees. They never cut into the trees.

Sunblessed Realm

I'll go through what we see on page in Days of Dusk, which is a more or less representative sample (except for city houses):

Cottages are anywhere from 1 to 4-5 rooms. They are often built around a large tiled stove (example picture) that keeps the house warm in winter. They vary between regions - can be wooden, can be brick, often plastered white. One element that's common to all of them though, is the memory shrine - a little shelf in a far corner or in the private room, decorated with a doily and dry flowers, where the mementos of the deceased family members are stored.

Especially in the second book, the characters consider the Army barracks to be their home, so I'm going to include those - uniform red-brick buildings, fairly modern by the setting's standards, with good plumbing and heating. Enlisted Swords will have small single rooms, with a bed, a trunk, a small desk and a chair, with shared washrooms. In comparison, senior officers would have larger apartment arranged in separate blocks around communal gardens, with enough space for a spouse and to entertain guest. NB, they'll also have an orderly to keep their living quarters tidy.

The manors of the minor nobility are honestly not huge - single-storey, 3-4 bedrooms, a dining room, a drawing room, a couple more smaller rooms/studies. The decorations depend on the region and on the family's preferences. These may include hunting trophies, woven rugs, paintings... but the House of the Sixth Tree was notorious for mounting firearms and engineering schematics on the walls, in lieu of artworks.

And of course these range all the way to the princes' greathouses, with dozens of rooms, a platoon of staff, collections of artworks and antiques, etc.

I'm going to also link the info dump on architecture and on folk arts, which include home decorations.

In The Truth Teller, the plot is contained within a city, and while the flats and the houses in the suburbs aren't that different from the real world, the appliances that might be surprising to see are radios (but no TVs) and stasis arrays (the works of crystallurgists) instead of fridges.

Also, this isn't a common housing situation, but Knacked tend to occupy single room apartments, often the least desirable ones, like directly under the roof. Lady Night is rumoured to offer hostel-style lodging and cheap long-term housing to Knacked folks, by remodelling large housing blocks to have single rooms, with communal kitchens and shared washrooms. But that's just the rumour😉

#I haven't got to the space age yet #but now I wonder what it would look like given the metaphysics #wbw #ask and i shall answer #sunblessed realm #the truth teller #days of dusk #the fulcrum

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