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natsessence · 2 years

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The New Maid

pairing | dom!natasha x sub!reader

summary | After being hired as a maid under Natasha Romanoff's care, your suspicions on her intentions with you soon grow weary. With her request to wear a revealing uniform and her elongated stares, it's not long before you can submit to more than just your attraction for her.

warnings (18+) | smut, dom/sub, dark-ish nat, praise kink, possessiveness, rough sex, fingering, mommy kink, bondage, dirty talk, degradation, spitting, slight spanking, multiple orgasms, oral sex, vibrators, mommy nat (drooling), short skirts, fucks you over her desk tbh

a/n | hi this has already been published on other platforms for a whileeeee but i’m trying to cross upload my work on here cause i wanna write more. this was also my first time writing anything ever (let alone smut) so enjoy :)) any feedback is appreciated!!

word count | 6.3k

warning! (18+): language and sexual content. please refer to tags before reading.

Working under Natasha Romanoff had been a dream. From the very generous pay to the no expenses of living in her lavish mansion, it baffles you how lucky you were to get this job. It started off as a one-time summer thing, a side hustle to earn some extra money before your sophomore year as a college student. But once you learned how well a live-in maid gets paid, you realized there were far too many benefits of pursuing the job for more than just one summer.

Training as a maid was quite simple as well, the owners would usually have articulated plans or certain schedules you follow throughout the day. However, Natasha Romanoff wasn't as easy, she had you by her side practically every second of the day. You're not exactly sure what her job specifically entails, but it must pay well for her to be able to afford such an enormous house. You're glad for the digital map of structure and layout otherwise you'd get lost just looking for the bathroom, which still occurred quite a lot. You do, however, know it has something to do with Stark Industries. When you've had to deliver messages or meals to her grand office, you've overhead her conversations with Tony Stark. Although, it sounded much more like she was talking to a friend than a business call, it was none of your business. She seemed to be a very powerful woman, and you'd hate to cross her, but so far, she's been nothing but more than accommodating.

It's only been a week, but you've wondered if she has other employees. So far, the only people you've seen, besides Natasha, is the chef, pool boy, gardener, and the silent security guards at every gate. You've yet to meet other maids or butlers for that matter but realized Natasha Romanoff is just one person. It'd be quite excessive to have multiple live-in maids. It just felt quite lonely to think about Natasha all alone in such a huge place.

Aside from the very small and revealing, cliche maid outfit she requested you wear the night you arrived, you figured Natasha was just a traditional woman and had no complaints. Especially none with spending almost every hour attending to Natasha Romanoff's needs. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt for her, but in all honesty, who could? She was an undeniably gorgeous woman. The long touches and stares she sent you at times didn't help either. You'd feel her eyes burn into you as you served drinks or prepared her dinner. The outfit she provided failed to hide the blush in your cheeks at every pet name she threw your way. Especially when she would say goodbye and leave a longing touch on your arm or stare at you too long. Every time you were with her things became much harder to focus on. But this job was the highest-paying gig you’ve ever had, so you’d have to suck it up and ignore the little (huge) crush until the end of summer.

Waking up and eyeing the maid uniform hung above your closet, you prepared yourself for your day. You'd assumed the outfit had probably been tailored for the last maid, who may have been (extremely) smaller than you. But with you having to do work around such a colossal property, it required you to move around a lot. So, when you had to practically walk everywhere and bend over every surface to reach the things, you would feel the rise in your skirt and always missed the smirk that rose to Natasha's lips when she was around you.

For the schedule today, you would help her prepare for an on-call business transaction. She asked you have her breakfast served in bed and prepare her outfit and office for her before noon. Simple enough. So, with a final brush of an invisible wrinkle on your top, you hurried along to serve Natasha her meal.

Knocking on the door three times with a tray of caviar buttered croissants, lobster scrambled eggs, and cinnamon brioche french toast in your arms, you opened it to find Natasha plaid in nothing but a black silk robe. Your eyes couldn't help but fall to her chest, where it was barely covered by the thin fabric, finding her cleavage peeking out tauntingly. Her red locks were barely tussled, you'd never be able to guess she had just gotten out of bed.

"Good morning, Ms. Romanoff. Here's your breakfast." You said as you placed the tray onto her bed and above her, your face dangerously close to her chest before you straightened yourself up by her beside.

"Mmm, good morning, my dear. Did you sleep well?" She asked, a smile playing at her lips at the sight of you as she faintly rubbed her eyes.

With your hands rested behind your back and a thump in your heartbeat at the use of the pet name, you replied, "Yes, splendidly, miss, thank you. Is breakfast to your liking?"

She groaned at the use of your "Miss and Missus," the first day you arrived she insisted that you use her first name; Natasha. She definitely wished for the use of a different name on your lips, but she couldn’t scare you away just yet. Using her forename never felt polite to you, and you're not sure you would be able handle letting her name roll off your tongue that easily when you could barely manage being in her presence. She gave up soon, but it's not like she didn't enjoy hearing you call her Ms. Romanoff, either. The sound of her name on your lips made her stomach twist with desire.

Your outfit was no mistake, either, she had of course received your profile and knew your measurements, she just couldn't resist seeing you in such a thing. Natasha was a woman that paid attention to detail. Usually, she'd never even have a live-in maid, or a maid at all for that matter. She'd probably just get Tony to whip up some robot to do all her biddings, but she wasn't that shallow. After Steve had teased her about living all alone in such a large home, she figured she just needed a little more human interaction in her home life. Eventually she found a housekeeping service. Intentionally, she had only wanted to find a maid or butler that would come in during the weekdays, but after crossing your profile and seeing your picture. She couldn't help herself. She found you irresistible and absolutely perfect. Even more when you met her, and she fell in love with your innocence, shy blushes, polite manner, and cute smiles. She felt like a teen all over again.

She knew she had to have you.

She raised her glare to find you obediently awaiting her answer. She smiled to herself, "Yes, sweetheart, it's divine. Tell Jeffrey I send my compliments. Have you eaten, my love?"

The painted pink on your checks only grew stronger with her constant use of pet names. Natasha knew this just as well, she loved seeing you blush and even more when she knew she was the reason why. "No, not yet miss. I was planning on picking up something on the way to prepare your office."

"That's nonsense, Jeffrey prepares an amazing breakfast every day. You've been here a week, honey, make yourself comfortable. It's practically your home, too." Your head dropped slightly, nodding at her reprimanding request.

“Yes, Ms. Romanoff,” before you could make your exit, she grabbed your wrist and tugged you into her bed, catching you in surprise. "While you're here, you might as well eat, darling."

It sounded more like a command, but you wouldn't deny her either way, knowing you were always hopelessly compliant to her demands. That's what made Natasha so set on you, not only were you a wonderful sight to see, your obedience is what made her sure you were perfect for her, even after only a week. No one had this effect on her as much as you did. She planned to make you hers, she just wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait.

You could barely move a muscle on the large black silk comforter of her bed, awaiting her next command and watching as her hands moved to slice the French toast and raise the fork to your mouth. You eyed her, hesitantly opening your mouth as she fed you.

"Good girl," she hummed satisfied, her eyes following your every move.

You nearly choked at her words, feeling your heart beat harder against your chest and heat rise to your cheeks. After a few more bites and her gazes in between, your heart paced even faster at her next move. "Stay still, honey, you have something righttt there." She said as her hand rose to grasp your face, her thumb moving to your bottom lip as she wiped away the powdered sugar that stained your mouth. She moved the same thumb to her own mouth and licked the residue slowly, glossy green eyes never leaving yours. You couldn't do much but stare starstruck at her lips in front of your face, agonizingly close as she licked them teasingly. The action alone made your stomach shudder sensually and pool heat to your center.

You composed yourself and mumbled a timid, "thank you." Before rising to your feet and picking up her tray to place onto a table to distract yourself from the wetness growing between your legs. "I'll get started on your outfit. Does it need pressing?" You said as you returned to her side. Natasha let out a small chuckle at her effect on you.

"Yes, I believe so. It's hung in my closet; you can do whatever you see fit. I trust your eye for clothing." She acknowledged with wink as she moved to grab her reading glasses and a book from her nightstand.

You nodded, moving to her walk-in closet and setting your eyes on her tailored, black suit. You planned on pressing it in the station of the laundry room before Natasha called out to you just as you were leaving, suit in hand.

"Do it in here, I want to see you." She said, signaling you to use the table that stood within her large bedroom. You couldn't help the thoughts running in your head, but only one remaining prominent; she wants to see you.

You swallowed a gulp and nodded compliantly, turning your back to her as you began pressing her suit. Natasha smiled to herself, enjoying the view in front of her as she occupied her mind of everything she would do once she got her hands on you. It was hard enough restraining herself from pouncing on you any second of the day, but with each movement your skirt rose ever so slightly, giving Natasha a perfect view of your white lace panties and having her wishing she could rip them right off. She was practically drooling at the sight.

Once you were done, you moved to hang it in her closet where it laid before. You returned to her side before clasping your hands behind your back and asking, "I've finished, Ms. Romanoff. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

She took a moment to drink you in, standing obediently in front of you in your tight outfit. Your breasts pushing against the fabric and legs covered in white stockings. Before eyeing you up and down, she hummed to herself, "There are lots of things you can do for me, sweetheart. But for now, everything is fine, thank you."

Your eyes widened slightly at her remark, were you hearing things? You weren't sure how much longer you would be able to handle this woman and her seductive teasing. But you blamed it all on your attraction for her, declaring you were just making up things in your head. You nodded and made your way to her grand door, feeling eyes glued to your body as you made your exit.

At noon exactly, you had already finished preparing Natasha's office for her business meeting, you were tidying her bookshelf when you heard the door open. Twisting your head to find her in the same suit you had pressed earlier today. It hugged her body perfectly, but you didn't have time to admire any further as you clasped your hands together to greet her. "Good afternoon, Ms. Romanoff. Your office is ready. Let me know if you need anything." You bowed slightly and continued to the door before she grabbed your arm as you attempted to brush past her. Your bodies were excruciatingly close, you hoped she couldn't hear your heart practically pounding out your chest.

"Stay, dove. You won't be a bother, just continue your work. If you've finished, you're free to leave. But I'd much rather you stay." She blew into your ear, her grip never loosening from your arm as you stood tense at her side.

"I-uh yes, Ms. Romanoff." She beamed at your answer, nodding and reluctantly letting you go. You already missed the feeling of her skin on yours. She continued to make her way behind her desk, sitting in her extravagant chair that made her look ten times more powerful. She began working on her computer, typing away and eyeing you every so often as she continued to work. It wasn't soon before her meeting began, you were thrilled to see her in action. Not knowing exactly what her job was, you were glad to at least gather some intel on what she did for a living. You barely understood the terminology or language they had been using throughout the meeting, you really wished you had taken Russian instead Spanish. You’re not sure if it would’ve mattered anyway because the majority of the time you were distracted by how hot Natasha was, exerting her power and getting fueled up when something didn't go her way, spitting out what you assumed were Russian curse words. You couldn't ignore the same pool of wetness that grew between your legs as you watched her intently. You didn't mind staying her office, sitting patiently in the seat across from her while reading a book you picked from her office library. Natasha most definitely didn't mind either, being able to watch your every move as she worked, she loved every second.

Once her meeting had finished you assumed she would dismiss you, so you rose to your feet as soon as she did. But she only moved to unbutton her blazer, releasing it and letting it drop down her arms with a frustrated sigh. The sight alone was probably the most attractive thing you’ve ever witnessed. Your eyes followed her as she moved to her serving cart and poured herself a glass of scotch, taking a sip with one hand before walking back to her previous spot. She stood across from you, eyeing you amusingly with one hand in her pocket while the other held her drink.

"Is there anything I can do for you, Ms. Romanoff?" You questioned hesitantly, noticing her irritation from the meeting and offering aid. At that remark, it seemed any residual anger from the businesswoman had disappeared and been replaced with lust.

"Yes, actually." She said, a smirk tugging at her mouth ever so slightly. You nodded eagerly, urging her to continue. "Come and kneel for me, sweetheart." You stood in shock for a moment, mentally pinching yourself to see if you'd heard her correctly. “Excuse me?”

When she gave you a look and reiterated it with a, “You heard me, pretty girl.” It was as if your body was on autopilot as your mind ignored the shock of her words and you nervously moved onto the space in front of her. Dropping to your knees compliantly and awaiting silently for her next direction, looking up to her face, doe-eyed and sweet.

She bit her lip as her hand rose to your face, her fingers sliding underneath your chin as her thumb swiped across your bottom lip once again. However, unlike this morning, her thumb pushed further into your mouth, behind your teeth and reaching your tongue. She took a moment to admire you, legs tucked underneath you as your hands rested in your lap pleasantly with her finger in your mouth. "You look so pretty like this, kotenok."

You squirmed on the floor underneath you, trying to ignore the soaked panties you had stained from being with Natasha all day. Wanting to please her, you wrapped your lips around her thumb, your cheeks hollowing around her while your eyes never left her hungry gaze.

Her eyes practically rolled to the back of her head. "Such a good girl. Skazhi mne krasivaya devushka (tell me, pretty girl), what do you want." She requested; her thumb coated in your saliva as she moved it from your mouth to let you answer.

"I- you. I-I want you."

"That's no way to ask, little girl. Where are your manners?"

"Sorry, Ms. Romanoff."

"Wrong. Try again. Tell mommy what you want. Correctly, this time." She released as her grip tightened around your jaw.

"I-I want you, mommy. Please."

She groaned at your words, grinning slyly as her hand continued to caress your face.

She had you right where she wanted you.

"What a good little girl you are. Come sit on mommy's lap, sweetheart." She let out as she dropped to her chair and tapped her right knee twice, thighs spread to leave room for you in between her legs.

Like the obedient girl you were, you rose to your feet, taking only a few steps towards the woman in front of you with insatiable hunger. As you took your place on her lap, your skirt flew up, leaving nothing but your bare bottom in lace panties on Natasha's thigh. Her hand immediately moved to your thigh, rubbing slowly as it made its way up and down. You whimpered in frustration, wanting to feel her hands all over your body. Eventually she reached your clothed heat, stroking painfully slow over your drenched panties. You tried not to squirm under her touch, wanting to push yourself further onto her fingers but her hand firmly wrapped around your waist kept you in place.

She noticed your impatience, chuckling softly before swiping her fingers harder against your core. You moaned at the feeling, pushing your hip into her hand, desperate for her touch.

"Greedy slut, aren't you?" You couldn't answer, your mind only focusing on grinding your hips against her now spread-out palm.

But soon you felt a stinging slap against your thigh, dangerously close to your heat, you jumped in surprise and whined at the loss of her hand against you. "Answer me."

"Yes, mommy, only for you. Please, I want you so bad."

You didn't have time to concentrate or dwell on the loss as she began stroking your bare thigh again, spreading your legs firmly and pushing her fingers back to rub circles against your cunt. Her mouth soon attached itself to your ear as your mouth was left open at the sensation, letting out labored breaths.

She slid her tongue around your lobe and into your ear, "You have no idea what you do to me, kotenok. Walking around in that little outfit, I've wanted to fuck you senseless since the day you walked in here."

Your legs closed in reflex, feeling the undeniable drench between your legs. But Natasha only growled against your ear, moving her leg to wrap around your ankle, keeping your bottom strapped against her.

"Is that what you want, pretty girl. You want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk?" She teased across your cheek, peppering wet kisses along your jaw and to your lips, leaving her centimeters away from your mouth. You knew better to answer this time, closing your eyes from sensation of her palm rubbing against you.

"Yes, mommy. I want you inside of me, please, I need you so bad." You whined against her and moaned once she moved your panties to the side and slid her fingers through your juices.

"Oh baby, you're soaked. My good little girl, all wet for me, huh." She continued, looking up to your flustered face as you writhed on top of her.

Before continuing her movements, she paused, "Say red if you want to stop, sweetheart, I won't be mad. Yellow if you want to slow down and green for go. Understood?"

You nodded before realizing she wanted a verbal response. "Yes, mommy."

"Good, printsessa," she smiled before shoving her fingers into your heat, muffling your moan with her mouth and she connected your lips into a heated kiss.

You could barely focus on kissing her back with the way her fingers were deepening inside you. You so desperately wanted to keep up, and you loved the feeling of her plush red lips on yours. The way she tasted only made you crave more; cherry and scotch, it was as addicting as it was sexy. She moved with incredible expertise, knowing how to get you breathless with a lick of her tongue against yours. You could feel her smirk against your mouth when you struggled to keep up with her hungry kisses, instead letting out breathy moans into her mouth. Natasha continued exploring your mouth, growing wetter at the sight of the strings of your mixed saliva connecting your mouths.

She continued her thrusts, adding another finger as her thumb rubbed against your clit, only causing more sounds to escape your mouth. Just as you felt yourself clench around her fingers and tighten your fists as your hips rode against her, she pulled them out, eliciting another whine at the loss. Releasing her hand drenched in your juices and sliding it into your mouth. You were forced to open wide as she commanded.

"Shut up and suck," you did exactly that, running your tongue through her manicured digits and tasting yourself around her. You loved the way her eyes were devouring you, as if she was about to rip you apart on the spot.

She moved to grab your wrist, moving your hand to let you feel her packing through the crotch of her pants as you began stroking her through the fabric. Your thighs clenching at the thought of how big it was. "You want my cock, printsessa, huh? Wanna get it all nice and wet for your pussy?"

You didn't waste a second to respond, desperately letting out a "Yes, mommy, please."

She grinned at your eagerness, motioning her head to the floor in front of her again and saying, "On your knees, krasivaya devushka." You obeyed, dropping to the carpet beneath you once again and placing your hands neatly flat onto your lap.

She watched you like a hawk before rising to her feet, towering over you before unbuckling her belt in front of your face. She pulled the belt from its loops and circled to your back, pulling your arms from in front of you and locking them together in her belt against your back. The position only brought your breasts up further against your tight outfit, displaying them in front of your body. Natasha moved in front of you once again, enjoying the sight but still insatiably wanting more.

"Color, my love."

"Green, mommy."

She smiled before kissing your cheek. After a pause she moved her hand to grab her drink once again, taking a sip before deliberately extending her arm out and pouring it into your cleavage, feeling the cold liquid roll through your body and onto your stomach as your mouth drew out a gasp.

"Oh my, I'm so clumsy, dove. Let mommy help you with that." Natasha feigned with faux innocence as she bent her body down to your level, eyeing your shiny chest and immediately ripping apart the blouse effortlessly with both of her hands. It left you in your matching white lace bra, presenting your breasts perfectly into Natasha's view. She groaned, moving her two hands to grope them above the fabric. You could only watch, immobile with your hands tied behind your back as she unclipped your bra and let it fall down your arms. Your heart raced against your chest as she moved to the drink once again, dropping the cold liquid all over your bare chest as inhaled sharply, feeling the cold sensation run down your body. Natasha only stared further, wanting this picture of you to last in her mind forever. She opted for the next best thing, reaching for her phone on the desk and angling it to get you into view. She snapped a photo of you, knowing she would be using it for later purposes and hoped she would have enough for an album soon, she would make sure of it. She couldn't help herself and soon enough, began sliding her tongue up against your stomach and around your breasts, palming the opposite one and pinching around your nipples. She sucked each of them, humming at the taste of scotch tainting your skin as your arousal grew as you watched her worship you.

After enough teasing, she moved to drop her pants in front of you, revealing the large red strap on teasing your face. She shoved two fingers into your mouth again, coating them in your saliva before she gripped your cheeks open and tilted your face up to her. "Swallow." She directed as she leaned down to drop a ball of her saliva into your mouth before kissing it. She hummed against your face and continued to stand up straight in front of you, pushing the strap into your face.

"Good girl, and you know what good girls get?"

You shook your head, awaiting her response before she continued and began playing with your nipples, "they get to suck on Mommy's cock, you want that, baby, don't you?"

"Yes, mommy, please." You whimpered from underneath her, fighting the urge to rub your heat against the floor.

She pinched down extra hard on your breasts, tugging at the tip and taking the opportunity to shove herself down your throat when you opened it to moan. You internally thanked yourself for your lack of a gag reflex, adjusting to her size quickly as you let her continue. She picked up her pace, both her hands traveling to tug onto your hair and keep you firmly thrusting back and forth on her appendage. Your cheeks hollowed against the toy, swallowing whole to please her.

"That's right, baby, sucking my cock like a good slut. You're such a pretty girl, aren't you, my pretty little girl." Natasha moaned out between her rough thrusts.

Soon she released you, a string of your saliva connecting to tip of her cock and tears brimming your eyes when she pulled your hair back to move your mouth off of her. "What a mess you are. I bet that pussy's just as much of a mess, huh? Why don't we check. Stand up, slut."

You gathered your breath and brought yourself to feet, struggling slightly as your thighs rubbed together and your hands still remained tied behind your back. Natasha smirked at your appearance, chest open at her mercy and plaid in a skirt with suspenders connected to your white stockings.

You were soaked, you knew it, too. You could feel your wetness roll down your thigh and feel it press against your panties. You'd do anything to relieve yourself, but you were completely at Natasha's will.

"Oh, I'll never get tired of this. Maybe I'll make you walk around the house like this. Put on some panties with a vibrator in it and watch you tremble while you do your chores. You'd like that wouldn't you, pretty girl." She teased, her hands caressing your backside before delivering a smack to your ass. You jumped in surprise, squealing before answering her. "Mmph! Mhm! Anything to please you, mommy."

She groaned into your ear, feeling her body ghost over your back as her hands massaged your bottom. After moving to face you once again, her hands never resisting the chance to grope your boobs, she moved her hand down your core. Rubbing the fabric against your cunt as her palm made contact with your clit, making you jerk forward and whimper in pleasure. She released her hand from you, removing your skirt and moving to slide her hand down your stomach and to the top of your panties. She followed the pattern of the lace before hooking her fingers and dropping them to the floor. You stepped out of them and felt yourself being pushed down onto the desk, bending over and wondering when she had cleared it for you. You turned your head to the side, looking down and noticing the mess of papers on the floor from cleaning off her desk. You wondered if you would still be responsible for cleaning it.

Her nails pressed into the curve of your back, pushing you down against the cold wooden desk. Her hands found her way back to your bare bottom, sliding down to smack it once again. You screamed in surprise, knowing it had been harder than the last.

"If you can't keep that pretty little mouth of yours closed, I'm gonna have to do something about it." She vocalized above you.

"I'm sorry, mommy, I'll be good."

"You will be, princess. Now, look at what we have here, such a pretty little pussy. Can't wait to bury myself inside you, baby. Gonna fuck you like the whore you are." Natasha groaned at the thought, enjoying the whimpering mess you were bent over her desk. She dropped to her knees behind you, running her tongue up your thigh and following the trail of your slick until she reached the spot you needed most.

You let out a sob in relief, moving back to grind against her tongue and the way it pressed flat against your heat. She continued her movements, teasing your folds before shoving her tongue inside of you. Once she began to play with your clit, you screamed in pleasure, but soon whined once she retracted her mouth. It wasn't soon before she appeared in front of your eyes with your white lace panties in hand.

"I told you to be quiet, slut. Now mommy's gonna have to do something about that." She scolded before rolling your drenched panties into a ball and into your mouth, gagging you. She caressed your face gently as she smiled down at you, brushing loose strands of hair from your face before moving behind you once again. She pulled your hair, lifting your body flush against hers. "Now, kroshka, I'm gonna play with your pretty little pussy and if you can be a good girl, I'll let you come. But if you can't keep those panties in your mouth, I'll be punishing you tonight. Color."

"Green." You let out, muffled by the fabric occupying your mouth. She flipped your body to face her, using her muscled arms to lift your hips onto her desk and manhandling you. She forced your legs apart, letting cool air hit your bare bottom and drop your wetness onto her desk. Natasha loved the sight of your cunt glistening in front of her. You placed your palms on the surface behind you to sturdy yourself, but once your eyes widened at the vibrator Natasha had in her hand, you weren't sure you'd be able to hold yourself together. She laughed at your reaction, moving her hands to your breasts again and stroking over your nipples.

Catching you off guard, she immediately pressed the vibrator down to your core, buzzing against you and having you scream in pleasure against your gag. She immediately began rubbing it through your folds, teasing you and ignoring the only spot you truly desired. You wailed against her, pushing yourself further onto the machine before she slapped your thigh.

"Naughty girl, I'm the only one who gets to fuck you. Stay still, or your wrists won't be the only thing that's tied." She ordered, pressing further against your cunt and clutching at your nipples.

She took mercy on you, moving the vibrator onto your clit and enjoying your reaction as you moaned in pleasure on top of her. Your head was thrown back, and your eyes rolled to back of your head once she began fucking you with two fingers. You could hear the obscene noises coming from your core as she thrusted into you, even louder were the groans and whimpers escaping your throat, only to be muffled by the gag.

"You hear that? You're so wet against my fingers, can't imagine how you're gonna sound taking my cock, slut." She continued to curl her fingers against you, moving the vibrator against your clit painfully. You could feel yourself reaching the edge, bucking your hips into her movements and whining against the device.

"You wanna cum, pretty girl?" You nodded frantically above her, practically riding her fingers as the sensation on your heat grew stronger.

"Cum all over my fingers. Now." She demanded, adding a third finger. You did just that, biting down on your gag before becoming a whining mess. Covered in your own slick as the sensation washed over you while Natasha kept her pace. Your thighs were trembling on top of the desk when you let out a final cry, collapsing against her.

She halted her movements and grazed her hand over your face as she pulled your panties out of your mouth. Sweat was trembling down your body as she began kissing your face. You struggled to keep your eyes open to watch her suck each of the fingers she had fucked you with. You could taste yourself on her tongue as she connected your mouths, dominating you in record time. Your breath hitched when her hands and lips began to roam all over your body. Tweaking with your nipples in one hand while she sucked the other.

Soon the toy between her legs found its way between your folds, sliding itself against your sensitive cunt and becoming coated in your cum. It wasn't long before you were dripping again, despite barely coming down from your orgasm.

"Is my printsessa ready for my cock?" She taunted, continuing to grind her hips into your center. You gasped as the toy slid across your clit, attempting to thrash away from the feeling but Natasha's hand on your leg kept you still as she released a dark chuckle.

You gathered your thoughts, responding to her before you received punishment. "Yes, mommy. Please."

"Aw, my pretty girl can do better than that. Beg me, slut."

You writhed on top of her, letting the moans fall effortlessly from your throat as you rolled your hips on her length. Natasha noticed you getting lost in enjoyment before she moved her cock away from you and slapped it against your cunt. "Answer me."

You struggled to get your words out, growing frustrated you shouted, "P-Please, fuck me! Need you inside of me, I'll be a good girl. Please just fuck me, mommy! Use me!"

She grinned, beaming at your desperation and wasted no time before lining her tip and inserting herself into your core. The moan you let out was the loudest yet, your head was thrown back in pleasure and mouth left open as she plunged herself further into you.

"Oh my- fuck. Nat, you're so big."

Her head snapped up to your face, you hadn't noticed your slip-up but once she gave you no warning and slammed her entire length into your pussy, you could only scream in satisfaction. Natasha roughly picked your body up from the desk, twisting you and shoving your head down to bend over once again. Her cock never escaping your pussy, she began relentlessly thrusting into you, her hands reaching in front of her to grab your hair.

"That's not my name, naughty girl." She scowled, her hand coming down to smack your bottom repeatedly while you flailed beneath her.

"S-sorry, mommy! Please, harder, you feel so good." You cried between her thrusts. You didn't think it was possible for Natasha to quicken her pace, but she began pushing in and out of you rapidly, the only sounds filling the room were her grunts, the embarrassing squelch of your pussy, and sound of her skin flapping against yours when she bottomed out at each thrust.

"Such a dirty girl, taking mommy's cock so well. This pussy was made for me, wasn't it, baby." She moaned on top of you, pulling your hair to bring your back flush against her body. Her hand moved to your bare stomach, gliding to clutch your breasts and pull at your nipples. You let your head fall back onto her shoulder, you could feel your knees trembling from beneath you. If it weren't for Natasha's sharp thrusts and hands holding your body, you're not sure you would be able to stand on your own.

Once her fingers found its way to your sensitive clit you couldn't take it anymore, between her rubbing circles on your clit and her relentless force on your cunt you felt yourself helplessly clenching and squirming around the toy.

"P-Please, mommy, can I c-come." You cried, your voice wavering between her movements.

"Come, baby, be a good girl for mommy." Natasha began focusing on pleasuring you, playing with your clit and reaching to tug on your nipples while she fucked you into your orgasm. Her hips continued ramming into you as your rode out your high, letting out noises you didn't know you were capable of making and screaming her name in a loud moan.

You slumped against her body, breathless and covered in cum, sweat, and alcohol. You turned your head to face Natasha tirelessly, she smiled against you and placed a kiss to your lips.

"My good little girl, you did so well, detka." You hummed at her praise, enjoying the feeling of her fingertips caressing your body while her strap was still buried inside you.

"Come on, baby, let's get you cleaned up."

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Sometimes I forget just how dedicated to his job Butler is, but like...that's a hardcore part of his character.

Book 1 it's obvious, he breaks a man's hand without looking and without second thoughts. Sure, "scared is better than dead," and he shows a soldier's honor when dealing with LEP Retrieval One, but he still obliterates them with only a moment's hesitation.

Even Book 4 makes sense ("But Butler was only paid to protect one thing, and it was not The Fairy Thief.") He's lost his memories of the People, of course he'd default to "Protect the Principal."

But then we see his job take precedence over everything else again and again even with his involvement with the fairies. Book 3, that sound grenade could have easily killed or maimed people. He didn't hesitate to use it. Book 5, even with his memories of the fairies intact, owing them his life, and knowing the risks of letting the demons be discovered, he is unapologetic about his thoughts on the situation: "If I had to walk away from here, it would not trouble me unduly, so long as you were walking away with me." Would he have some regrets? Possibly. Would letting the demons be discovered introduce new difficulties to his job? Most likely. Would he let that stop him from walking out and getting Artemis to safety given the first opportunity? Not a chance. Book 7, his baby sister is in potentially mortal danger, and he still prioritizes Artemis's safety over his own convenience in rescuing his family.

Butler willing to help others, would go to the ends of the earth for those he considers friends, but at the end of the day, his job is to protect his Principal, and that is always always his highest priority.

#artemis fowl #domovoi butler #just some thoughts rattling about my brain while i make spaghetti #the man is by far one of my favourite characters #but sometimes it's easy to forget - between the snappy one-liners and overall dad-friend energy - that he is a professional bodyguard #and one of the best bodyguards in the business at that #and he takes his job very VERY seriously #to the exclusion of all else at times #it's just interesting (and enjoyable) that Eoin never really let that lapse as the series progressed #it was constantly shown in small ways that Butler would help the fairies or save his sister or whatever #but only so long as his primary task of keeping the person he was paid to protect safe was fulfilled

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Big night for CNN, out with a story about document boxes being loaded onto a Trump plane bound for Bedminster, New Jersey, on the same day the Department of Justice showed up to receive a folder of top secret documents from a Trump lawyer who certified they were the only secret documents she and lawyer Evan Corcoran could find.

According to an interview by CNN with former Trump valet Brian Butler, referred to six times in the classified documents indictment as “Trump Employee #5,” the boxes were loaded onto the Trump plane on June 3, 2022, as Trump’s lawyers, Christina Bobb and Evan Corcoran, were meeting with Jay Bratt, the prosecutor from the Department of Justice in charge of the classified documents case. Christina Bobb famously signed a certification to the DOJ that a “diligent search” had been conducted at Mar a Lago, and that the 31 documents being handed over that day were the sum total of all the classified documents that had been found.

Two months later, in August, FBI agents would execute a search warrant and discover more than 100 additional top secret documents in Trump’s private office, including several marked with the highest classification, “Top Secret/SCI,” or “Top Secret – Secure Compartmented Information.”

Former valet Butler told CNN that he was surprised to get a phone call from Trump’s “body man,” Walt Nauta, on June 3, asking if he could borrow one of Butler’s Cadillac Escalade SUV’s to help carry material to the West Palm Beach airport to be loaded onto a Trump airplane. Butler was told that Trump and his family were flying to Bedminster for the summer that day. Butler told CNN he was not usually called upon to move luggage to the private Trump jet and thought it was also unusual that Nauta asked for the favor “in a guarded way,” CNN reported.

Butler used his own SUV to carry Trump family luggage to the airport, while Nauta and Carlos De Oliveira, both of whom were indicted with Trump, used the Escalade he had loaned to Nauta to move the rest of the material. “They were the boxes that were in the indictment, the white bankers boxes. That’s what I remember loading,” Butler told CNN.

Butler described his relationship with Nauta as “best friends,” at least until questions about the classified documents found by the FBI at Mar a Lago began coming up. Butler told CNN that on one of the frequent “nightly walks” he took with Nauta around their neighborhood in West Palm Beach, Nauta told him that he, Nauta, Butler, and De Oliveira were “all dirty” when it came to the boxes they had moved around inside of Mar a Lago and to the Trump airplane on June 3. De Oliveira repeatedly urged Butler to sign up with the same attorney Trump had provided to himself and Nauta, but Butler demurred, choosing instead to hire a former U.S. Attorney in Florida, Jeffrey Sloman. Butler met “repeatedly” with prosecutors for the office of Special Counsel Jack Smith, according to CNN.

In one interview, Butler told prosecutors about a time he was driving Australian billionaire Anthony Pratt and his chief of staff in the Spring of 2021 when he heard Pratt talking about secrets of U.S. and Russian nuclear submarines he had heard from Trump while he was visiting Mar a Lago. Pratt was a paid member of the Trump club at the time. It was on May 6, 2021, that the National Archives first formally requested that Trump turn over any and all classified and non-classified documents Trump had removed from the White House when he left office. On May 8, the British newspaper, the Daily Mail, had a photographer at the West Palm Beach airport who took photographs of Trump boarding a private jet to fly to his golf club in Bedminster, New Jersey. The photographs show several Trump aides loading a half dozen or more bankers boxes of documents into the jet.

On July 21, 2021, just two months later, Trump showed a top secret military “plan of attack” on Iran to an interviewer who was working on a book with Trump’s former chief of staff, Mark Meadows. The interview took place at the Trump golf club in Bedminster, New Jersey.

Before Butler signed with his own private attorney, he was witness to two conversations between Trump and De Oliveira when Trump asked De Oliveira, “Are we good?” After one conversation De Oliveira had with Trump on the phone in the presence of Butler, he said Trump had promised to get him a lawyer. In another conversation Butler told prosecutors about, Nauta asked him “to make sure Carlos (De Oliveira) is good.” Butler told CNN that he twice assured Nauta that De Oliveira was “loyal and wouldn’t do anything to hurt his relationship with Trump.” It was after that conversation that Butler decided to get his own lawyer and broke contact with the two men who ended up being indicted with Trump.

Based on the new CNN report, we now know that boxes of documents were moved from Mar a Lago to Bedminster twice – once in May of 2021 immediately after the National Archives had requested that Trump turn over documents he took from the White House, and again in June of 2022, on the very day the DOJ had shown up at Mar a Lago to take possession of what they were told were all the classified documents being held there.

What happened to the classified documents Trump took with him to Bedminster is not known. It is also unknown why the FBI never searched the Trump New Jersey golf club.

Trump has recently filed motions to dismiss the Mar a Lago indictments based on spurious claims of “absolute immunity” and an entire made-up claim that the Presidential Records Act permitted him to possess classified documents. Special Counsel Smith has opposed both motions. The judge in the case, whose previous decisions in the case have been overturned twice by the 11th Circuit Court of Appeals, has yet to rule on the Trump motions to dismiss.

[Lucian Truscott]

#stolen documents #CNN #TFG #Lucian Truscott

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Dadbastianweek 2023 day 2: Identity

Demons, you will understand, are fickle creatures. They are nothing, but they're also anything you can think of. While naturally malicious, they can also be as sweet as honey if that's what you desire. A demon's job is granting people's wishes after all - for a price. The highest price of all - your immortal soul, your place in Heaven. But why would someone give you their best if you won't promise the same to them?

His Young Master knew that, but -while he still demanded too much of him, and used his inhuman skills for his own benefit every day- he never requested any kind of coddling from the demon. Wich was quite peculiar, to say the least. The butler found himself musing about this during an unusually peaceful moment at the Manor. Bardroy had -surprisingly- not set anything on fire yet, and Mei-Rin and Finnian had caused no trouble either. That gave him some anxiety, but he was busy preparing the house for important guests at the moment, so he paid it no mind and hoped that those three useless idiots had finally grown a braincell.

When he first met the little Lord, he was little more than he was a Lord (though he hadn't grown much in size since then). He was a frail child who had seen too much for his human mind to take. He was crouched into himself, in search of some kind of protection, eyes wide and full of tears as he looked around in shock while the demon dangled his dead brother's corpse right in front of him. He had officially lost any caretaker he had, his older sibling (who had always defended and protected him before his death) now an empty shell with no soul, his parents killed and burned to ash a month before that. It would have made sense for the child to wish for some familial affection. However, as soon as their contract had officially been formed, he'd shown no hint of desire for a familiar figure. Mayhaps he was just hiding it like he hid everything else, if the way he clinged to Mr.Tanaka like a man lost at sea would cling to a lifeboat during their first meeting since his tenth birthday was of any proof, but then again, the demon noticed, himself and his Sebastian persona weren't all that different. While he did have to hold his tongue a lot of the time, and his body wasn't his preferred form (though the decision he had to make himself look like the child's own father amused him enough to ignore it), he was still free to tease his master and show some of the more awful sides of him without having to keep up a sickeningly sweet act. While the idea of making someone grow fond of you only to be the one to kill them later on was quite humorous, the Demon found himself liking the way he didn't have to hide his true nature for the entirety of the contract.

Sebastian was everything his Young Master could wish for - A reliable asset against his enemies, a skilled butler who could do anything you needed him to do flawlessly, someone who would take care of his master's needs without ever abandoning him for the rest of his human life. But at the same time, Sebastian was also himself, a centuries old demon who toyed with people and emotionally tortured them just for fun. He didn't need to make up a completely new identity - his Young Master didn't want his future assassin to pretend to care for him.

Maybe that was the point.

The Phantomhive needed someone he could call an enemy right away - without the weird plot twists of "innocent person revealed to be a twisted serial killer" or "suspicious person turned out to be innocent" that human beings often brought to the table. He needed someone he could blame and turn his rage on without feeling guilty about it - and who better than a Demon straight from hell with the intent of eating your soul to do just that?

"How interesting..." mused the butler clad in black, delighted at his new discovery.

That was when a loud boom filled the house, followed by three very familiar shouts.

Figures. Peace was never meant to last long at the Phantomhive manor.

#dadbastianweek2023 #dadbastianidentity

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Rebirth (Reunion Part 3) | Austin!Elvis x fem!reader

A wedding. Oh, and a lil thing called the ‘68 special ;)

a/n: surprise! Here’s part 3 y’all! I hope you enjoy, let me know your thoughts!!

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: a couple swear words, mentions of a shooting/death, I think that's it? As always, please let me know if I missed anything!

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1967

After the proposal, the two of you throw yourselves into wedding planning between Elvis’s filming schedule, and decide to have a small ceremony: a simple— or as close to simple as Elvis can get— backyard wedding at your place in Palm Springs. No crowds of screaming fans or press, just the two of you, your families, and a couple friends. Your close friends and parents are flown out for the occasion, and of course Vernon and the Colonel are there to help celebrate as well.

When the day comes, you’re sure that it really wouldn’t have mattered to either of you how many people were there. As you make your way down the aisle, your gazes lock and from that second until the moment you’re pronounced husband and wife, everything else melts away, and it’s as if you and Elvis are the only two people on the planet.

The resounding joy you feel as you and Elvis are pronounced husband and wife wanes just the tiniest bit as the Colonel announces that he organized a press conference for the two of you to attend after the reception. But Elvis seems excited about it (“I can’t wait to show off my girl— my wife,” he amends, beaming), so you put on a smile for the reporters and try to focus on your husband— husband!— sitting next to you.

•••

Life goes on. There’s not as much time for domestic bliss as you’d like, with Elvis’s rigorous filming schedule, but he’s constantly marking you as his in his own way, calling you “my love,” “my angel,” “my darling,” pretty much any pet name he can think of that marks you as his and his alone. The possessiveness is honestly kind of sweet; it reminds you that no matter how many screaming girls gather outside your home, you’re the one he comes home to.

Elvis continues to make more films, at the prompting of the Colonel and becomes the highest-paid actor in Hollywood. He gets to make a few appearances in dramatic roles like he’d always wanted, but to his disappointment, they didn’t do nearly as well as the movie musicals the Colonel was having him churn out. It hurts you to see it, but eventually, the public starts to lose interest in his films altogether.

In the midst of all this, you and Elvis bring a daughter into the world in 1968: Evelyn Gladys Presley. Your husband is absolutely head over heels for her from the moment he sees her, and you know she’ll have him wrapped around her finger her entire life. It warms your heart to no end to see how much he cares for the two of you. Where originally he would’ve been basking in the spotlight for as long as possible, he tends to only answer a couple questions and maybe give a wave to the cameras as he arrives home from filming, telling the interviewers “I’m sorry, I don’t have time to talk at the moment, my girls are waitin’ for me,” before coming home to tell you all about the antics on set that day.

•••

You’d think that with his movie career coming to an end Elvis would have at least a little down time, but no; the Colonel had organized a Christmas special for NBC sponsored by some sewing machine company and he had his hands full preparing for that, though you could tell that his heart wasn’t truly in it.

Then one day, the news came of Dr. King’s death. Everyone was shaken by it, but Elvis particularly so. There was a crowd of people watching the news coverage on the small television you had set up outside the bus on the MGM lot, practically everyone of the crew you had assembled during your time in Hollywood.

Everyone, that is, except for the Colonel, who was still prattling on about the Christmas special sponsored by “the Singer Sewing Machine Company!” You try to ignore him, turning up the volume on the TV set. You turn as Elvis approaches, Evelyn in his arms.

“Memphis is burning,” you lament as he passes Evelyn to you, his attention mostly on the television. He squeezes your arm as he steps away, turning his attention to the still-rambling Colonel.

“A Christmas special. Is this really the best we can do, Admiral?” you hear him ask as you set Evelyn down for her nap and go to stand by his side.

The Colonel mumbles something about “taking the Hollywood phonys for everything they had” and “moving on to greener pastures.”

“We’ve seen Elvis the rebel, we’ve seen Elvis the movie star… now we will see Elvis, the family entertainer!” he explains.

“And appliance salesman?” Jerry Schilling, Elvis’s producer (and close friend after all the time he’s spent here) scoffs from his seat nearby.

“What did you say?” Elvis turns, his tone taking on a dangerous edge. When the only response is silence, he continues, “Listen, Jerry. I don’t need you to question me about how I support my family and every goddamn person here, you understand me? You don’t like it, you can go back to Memphis.” He turns and storms back into the trailer, slamming the door behind him.

Later that night, you find your husband sat on the couch in your trailer, engrossed in the television.

“Hey,” you say softly, leaning against the doorframe.

He looks up, muting the television without a word.

“Can I watch the memorial with you?”

“Yeah, baby,” he nods, holding out his hand to you, and you make your way over to sit in his lap.

His arm wraps around your waist as he turns the volume up and mumbles exhaustedly, “I’m so tired of playing Elvis Presley. Too many people rely on me.”

“I love you,” you intertwine your fingers with his, squeezing three times, and look over at him, saying quietly, “and your daughter loves you. We don’t care about the money or anything else, we just want you to be happy. You’re only really happy when you sing the music you love.”

You press a kiss to his forehead as he furrows his brow, taking in your words, and looks back up to the television set where a woman is singing gospel.

“Mahalia Jackson,” he drawls, “I used to hear her records in church.”

He points to the television, saying almost to himself, “That’s the music that I love.”

A small smile crosses your face as you see the determined glint come back to his eye. You know that whatever he’s planning, it’ll be exactly what he needs after years of cheap movie musicals and soundtracks.

•••

You’re absolutely ecstatic when Elvis tells you he’s planning on enlisting Steve Binder and Bones Howe for his NBC special.

“I don’t wanna do some silly Christmas special, darlin’” he tells you over dinner that night, “I need to get back to myself. And I feel like these fellas… They can help me do that.” He sees the question in your eyes, and adds with a smirk, “And I don’t give a damn what the Colonel thinks about it.”

•••

So here you were, standing just out of view of the cameras as the Colonel ran around backstage talking to the people from Singer Sewing Company, prattling on about the Christmas sweater your husband was going to wear.

Well. Supposed to wear.

You smirk as Elvis enters wearing the leather jumpsuit that had been designed just for the special, looking the exact opposite of a “family entertainer.” He pulls you in for a kiss as he passes you on the way to the stage. You smile against his lips and step off to the side, eager for him to take the spotlight as himself again.

You hide a grin as you take your seat next to Jerry, imagining the look on the Colonel’s face as a leather-wrapped Elvis jumps into a growly rendition of “Heartbreak Hotel”. Throughout the performance, you see your husband as himself for the first time in far too long, and the audience is clearly enjoying it far more than they would have a couple of silly Christmas songs.

“And that’s one thing about this TV special that I’m doing,” he explains during a quiet moment in the show, “they’re gonna let me do what I wanna do. Sing the music that I want.” He looks up, finding your eyes among the crowd, and you smile as he continues, “Music that I love. Music that makes me happy.”

•••

The live audience portion of the show is spectacular, and you can see how Elvis thrives off of an audience’s attention. But everything changes as you watch him filming his other performances for the special.

It’s when you’re in the middle of imagining the scandalized look on the Colonel’s face as whorehouse dancers and kung-fu fighters grace the stage alongside your husband that someone runs in with the news.

“Bobby Kennedy’s been shot!”

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Serafina and the Black Cloak Reread Thoughts

I forgot that the book takes place in 1899 for some reason, but regardless I'm very eager to see how that's handled (since I read it when I was much younger, I doubt I would have picked up on that). but I mean that's just fascinating given the history of the civil war (Cornelius Vanderbilt was a union man--not in it himself, but donated a giant steamship worth about 1 million USD). Also fun fact: George Vanderbilt paid his staff New York wages, which were higher than Asheville wages-- up to the equivalent of $73-ish dollars for the highest working members.

sera and her pa are adorable! little serafina not wanting to eat her veggies is my favorite thing & in a modern au he would definitely be the kinda guy to mix spinach into her brownies to try and trick her into eating vegetables

also serafina first line: "Did." do with that what you will

can serafina get rabies? she says she's been bitten by rats before...

love the sprinkling of 1890s southern dialect lmao

SHE'S THE CRC!

I forgot how good the imagery in this book is!! the descriptions of sounds and nature are incredible!!

mr Vanderbilt has over 22 THOUSAND BOOKS that's the kinda life goal I aspire to

serafina made up stories after reading she's just like me for

au where serafina is a PI & part-time novelist perchance?? (Braeden is a vet ofc)

Sera's pa: if anybody ever asks you who you are or where you're from, you don't answer, got it?

Sera: got it

Sera, the second she meets Braeden: hi I'm serafina here's my social security number

OH BRAEDEN FIRST DESCRIPTION WHAT "... or she'd see their twelve-year-old nephew riding his horse across the grounds, with his sleek black dog running alongside." (p. 12)

"Sometimes she dreamed of wearing fancy dresses and ribbons in her hair and shiny shoes on her feet" props to Robert Beatty for not making her have internalized misogyny and hating "girlie" things. the main fight scene is done in a dress if I recall and I'm so ready to read it

she mentions Braeden a lot (calls him "the young master" or "the nephew" but still, good foreshadowing)

awww poor sera wants a real family but also loves her pa *sigh* EMOTIONAL CONFLICT

sera describing the basement as "hers"!!!

the butler's 11 year old assistant gobbling cookies in the middle of the night is so real im sorry. but also sera standing in the shadow watching him & pretending they're friends chatting is gonna make me cry

oooh the rats and bugs all fleeing from cracks in the walls when the man in the black cloak arrives!!!

mr Thorne first line: "Don't worry. We're going right in here..." creepy lil shit

"her legs felt like explosions of speed" idk why but that line made me laugh. the book is so well-written but for some reason that line just feels very, idk, childish? it kinda took me out of the experience but maybe that's just me

"friends had to help friends. she didn't know much about life, but she knew that." she doesn't even know the girl but considers them friends and wants to help her. serafina seems to think Braeden is kinder than she is, but honestly I don't think that's true. I think Braeden is more willing to trust people, but serafina is more willing to sympathize with them, & I think she has preconceptions of people in power being bad (mr v, mr Thorne-- though the latter turned out to be true--rowena, etc) which turns out false

"A tall man in a black cloak and hood, his hands stained with blood" we have our first Mr Thorne description folks!!

"Just stay still, and this will all be over," he said, pulling her toward him. Serafina suddenly realized she'd made a dreadful mistake. This was far more than she could handle." oh god the places my mind instantly went to? dark, awful places. this book is disturbing and I'm inly 19 pages in-- how did I read this so gleefully as a kid?

"...as if the man wasn't of his own mind but possessed by a demented, ravenous demon" I don't quite remember but isn't it true that the cloak can speak to the wearer? so did it take over mr Thorne at some point? did hearing that voice all the time affect him and further corrupt him? did he ever get confused when he took the cloak off, maybe in the beginning, and think perhaps he didn't want to put it back on again, but in the end the urge for power and youth was too great? oooh angsty fanfic ideas.....

"Death was so near that she could see its blackness and hear the screams of the children who had gone before." this book is so dark how is it for children???? it's incredible I love it

ik she's looking for a place to hide from a guy trying to pull our her soul but her thought process when searching for a hiding spot reminds me of playing hide n seek

"She was the CRC. No trap or weapon or evil man was going to catch her." hELL YEAH

ahhhh description of serafina. collar bones that don't connect to other bones --> cats have a detached collar bone. four toes not five--> cats again. (also as a kid who was tiny and short and having been thought practically dead at birth, serafina was always inspiring to me)

"Mice are timid and prone to panic-induced mistakes at key moments. Just stay still little mouse, [she thought]." oooh nice callback to this exact thought about mice when she's hunting rats earlier

Also did I mention how much I love the chapter titles being encircled in brambles that form the shape of her face or a panther?? that's just cool. if I can actually write something good enough to be published, I'd love to have something like that

Babe wake up new slang just dropped: “gnawin’ on leather”

Her pa doesn’t like mr poe gives “my dad won’t let us watch horror movies so you have to sneak them over in a different dvd cover if we’re gonna watch a horror movie when you sleep over later tonight” omg rowena & serafina girltime au?? (Lol sorry)

Oooooh the dynamo’s busted I wonder what thaaat meeeaannnssss (hehehe)

Biltmore being one of the few homes to have electricity is a nice reminder of the time period

“she’d been trying to follow [her pa’s] rules at least some of the time” lol

“Spotting an upholstered chair she felt an overwhelming desire to run her fingernails over the plush fabric” REAL

Her being shocked at flower vases & the idea of flowers INSIDE the house is so funny

Awwww poor sera, looking for her momma and siblings everywhere…

Serafina is super smart. just putting that out there. She’s brilliant and I love her

Oop the first description of Edith Vanderbilt kinda gives chatgpt-generated ngl (obviously it wasn’t bc it predates chatgpt & shitty ai writing generators, & this book is SO MUCH BETTER than anything an AI could generate regardless)

“A refined and attractive woman, Mrs. Vanderbilt had a pale complexion and a full head of dark hair, and she seemed at ease in her role of hostess as she moved through the room.” Idk what about this makes me think “AI generated” but it just DOES

“Serafina loved to climb the tapestries at night and run her fingernails down through the soft fabric” AGAIN SHES SO REAL FOR THIS

OHOHOHO MR THORNE NAMEDROP:

“I’m sure that most of you already know Mr. Montgomery Thorne,”… Mrs. Vanderbilt said with a gentle sweep of her arm toward a gentleman. “He has graciously offered to play [the violin] for us today.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Vanderbilt,” Mr. Thorne said with a smile as he stepped forward. ... To Serafina, who’d been listening to Biltmore’s visitors her entire life, he didn’t sound like he came from the mountains of North Carolina, or from New York like the Vanderbilts. He spoke with the accent of a southern gentleman, maybe from Georgia or South Carolina.”

Serafina having an eye for fashion was NOT what I was expecting from this reread lol (she describes mr t’s outfit then says “all of which she thought went nicely with his silvery-black hair and perfectly trimmed sideburns”)

Hmmm interesting she actually sympathizes with/likes mr Thorne at first?? I did nOT recall that

Lol serafina liking to watch mr Thorne’s fingers move as he plays and wanting to pounce on them is so Cat of her

OMG BRAEDEN BRAEDEN BRAEDEN BRAEDEN

Apparently he looks “sickly, a little frail even” which I do not recall, but hes also got “watchful, sensitive brown eyes” and “a rather fetching tussle of wavy brown hair”

“Are you lost?” WE GOT IT WE GOT THE LINE but more importantly we got the NEXT LINE which is “May I help you find your way?” And hes described as not timid or shy but also not overly confident which I LOVE (fun fact this line is very similar to one of the characters of my other favorite kid’s book series, Keefe Sencen’s “you must be lost” line)

Lol Braeden always sharing his food with Gideon annoys the chefs i LOVE him

OMG HE BOWS TO HER WHEN SHE GIVES HIM HIS NAME LIKE SHE’S A PROPER LADY!!!!! MEN!!!! TAKE NOTES!!!!!! THIS IS HOW IT’S DONE!!!

Name drop at last, missing girl’s name is Clara Brahms. Honestly I’m a little sad Clara isnt a recurring character later on. Braeden, Serafina, and Clara could’ve been a good trio

OOOOHH “She had heard the servants in the kitchen joke that their master must have secretly found the Fountain of Youth” what a NICE SET UP for how the black cloak keeps people young & serafina’s suspicion of mr Vanderbilt

Mr Vanderbilt: *wears dress shoes to go riding*

serafina: criminal activity right there. Lock him up

Least accurate part of this book is the implication that serafina uses a hairbrush lmao

New slang: spit nails (means be really mad)

“I’m twelve years old. I’m grown up.” Mmmm not quite, but I agree with the spirit!

“Just tell me what’s wrong with me. I want to know. Why are you ashamed of me?” scuse me, I’ll just be over here… crying… in the corner

Ohhhh serafina back story… she could’ve had 3 siblings (AU where all of her siblings survive, but they’re humans too & her pa raises them all???)

The midwives wouldn’t even help a baby??? And the nuns were so mean for what? Like at least consolidate the man, he’s trying to keep a child alive, don’t just tell him “it’s going to die. You should kill it now” who DOES THAT??

It’s so funny to me that serafina didn’t realize she was the baby in the story until after it was over. i get that it’s a kids book but still!

Oooooh nature v nurture very nice very nice

Oh wow I forgot serafina was almost kidnapped when she was probably around 2-3ish (her pa says she was walking/wandering around, so I assume it’s around that time?)

“It’s plain to see that you’re not like other girls” WOW sera’s pa just went there lmao

Ok so when I was first reading this, I remember shipping Leandra and serafina’s pa SO HARD and wanting her to have a proper mother-daughter-father type family, yknow?

The implication that bright/stereotypically “good” things can ensnare your soul too is so fascinating. That good things can be bad for you too… fascinating

“Her pa had told her to leave them to it, that it wasn’t any of her business, that they weren’t her kin, but who was he to say who was kin and who wasn’t? He stole babies out of the woods!” Help why is this so funny 😭

Ooohhh she wants to find Braeden! And she keeps thinking of Clara as her friend. I’m so annoyed Clara wasn’t brought back now ugh

Awwww she’s wondering if she can think of Braeden as a friend

Awww poor serafina

Serafina: *sees dress shoes* THE DEVIL’S APPAREL!!!

Huh apparently there’s a concealed door to the right of the fireplace in the billiard room? Wonder if that’s true

Oooh and it leads to the smoking room, with a similar one leading to the gun room. VERY curious if this was made up for the sake of the story or not

Haha serafina spitting on the back of her hand and using it to wipe her face and hair is so Cat

Serafina loves closets lol

HES ARRIVED!!!!!!!! BRAEDEN!!!!!

Help why is this whole page so funny 😭

Serafina canonically climbing up a tree to get away from a dog and staying there until her pa got a ladder to get her down is so Cat I can’t

“[Shadows…] [which] reminded her of griffins, chimeras, and other twisted creatures of the night which were half one thing and half another.” OOOOH good foreshadowing!!!

I like this part

when he asks why he’s never seen her and she says “maybe you’ve seen me before and you’ve just forgotten” and he says “I WOULD HAVE REMEMBERED YOU”!!!!

hearinf him say her name has tremendous power over her!!!! I’m going to be sick 😍

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smolandweirdwriter reblogged smolandweirdwriter Serafina and the Black Cloak Reread Thoughts: chapter Nine and TenMr Vanderbilt: you’ve got to be a man, BraedenSerafina, in the corner, under her breath: yOU’vE gOT tO bE A MaN, bRAeDeNMr Vanderbilt: *gives Braeden some well intentioned, albeit slightly sexist, advice* Serafina: MURDERERNice allusion to Mr thorne’s skill at everything being suspicious Chapter 10 was creepy af (I mean it does take place in a graveyard soo)Cloven Smith has a creepy gravestone, & google told me nothing about him, so I doubt he was realSerafina: *sees a grave to two women* oh these must be sisters me: WIVESAnyway now I wanna write an au about Mary and Margaret being witches or catamounts or something WE FOUND THE GLADEscarred-serafina-fan Djffjjfjvjgnng I'm gonna assume sisters since they were nine but that's freaking funny lolsmolandweirdwriter oh my god I didn’t even read the dates 😭 I’m so stupid

smolandweirdwriter Serafina and the Black Cloak Reread Thoughts: chapter Nine and TenMr Vanderbilt: you’ve got to be a man, BraedenSerafina, in the corner, under her breath: yOU’vE gOT tO bE A MaN, bRAeDeNMr Vanderbilt: *gives Braeden some well intentioned, albeit slightly sexist, advice* Serafina: MURDERERNice allusion to Mr thorne’s skill at everything being suspicious Chapter 10 was creepy af (I mean it does take place in a graveyard soo)Cloven Smith has a creepy gravestone, & google told me nothing about him, so I doubt he was realSerafina: *sees a grave to two women* oh these must be sisters me: WIVESAnyway now I wanna write an au about Mary and Margaret being witches or catamounts or something WE FOUND THE GLADE#serafina and the black cloak#serafina and the black cloak reread

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Serafina and The Black Cloak Reread Thoughts: Chapter Seven and Eight

I got bored so my thoughts will be on two chapters at once now (so this goes faster)

Braeden is canonically a horse girl

lol serafina is scared of horses

mr crankshod is a lil sus (I say like I’ve never read the book before)

still. I don’t like him

me personally I would not walk into the forest at night but 🤷

no bc lowkey I hate bugs. I’d be thinking about them walking all over me the whole time (UNFORTUNATELY, I do love camping and nature. Just not the bugs. Which yes yes I know biodiversity they’re good for the environment et cetera et cetera. I wish I loved them— I never kill them in the house or anything, I take them outside, but I just don’t like them

Sera and Gidean trusting each other!!

oooh when Braeden freezes when he gets scared, nice allusion to how the rats/scared creatures freeze

They’re allies!!!

something I find very interesting is that to serafina EVERYONE can be separated into Friend or Foe. Clara and Nolan, whom she barely knows? Friends.

Braeden is such a horse girl

ooooh he’s helping her into the carriage like a GENTLEMAN

“I’m sorry there aren’t any blankets,” Braeden said. “Not even a good cloak to sleep under.”

”I’ll pass on the cloak, thank you,” Serafina said with a smile, and Braeden laughed.

they’re so 12 year old coded lol

Braeden backstory!! & emotions

Mr Vanderbilt: you’ve got to be a man, Braeden

Serafina, in the corner, under her breath: yOU’vE gOT tO bE A MaN, bRAeDeN

Mr Vanderbilt: *gives Braeden some well intentioned, albeit slightly sexist, advice* Serafina: MURDERER

Nice allusion to Mr thorne’s skill at everything being suspicious

Chapter 10 was creepy af (I mean it does take place in a graveyard soo)

Cloven Smith has a creepy gravestone, & google told me nothing about him, so I doubt he was real

Serafina: *sees a grave to two women* oh these must be sisters

me: WIVES

me, realizing they’re nine: … Childhood lovers who could never fall in love properly because they never grew up?

me, sighing: sisters

Anyway now I wanna write an au about Mary and Margaret being witches or catamounts or something

WE FOUND THE GLADE

WE MET SERAFINAS SIBLINGS!!!!

AND LEANDRA!!!!!!!!! OMG!!!!!!!!!!

oooh is a creature of the night good or bad? Or is right/wrong/good/bad something we need to decide for ourselves?? Fascinating implications & queries for a kids book

”why do I deserve a present?” “Because we’re friends, right?” SO CUTE!!!!!!

braeden being loud af in the tunnels lol

braeden hanging 30 feet in the air lol

serafina wanting to knock the pieces of the chess set over to watch them fall is so Cat (yes that is what I dub the term)

lmaoooo Mr Thorne calling Mr Rostanov “daddy” aged SO WELL

serafina: let’s go through peoples stuff

braeden: let’s not

Braeden as they go through every room: I like this guy! He can’t be evil! I like this guy too! And this guy!

Serafina: you like too many people

Raphael Room, Van Dyck Room, Sheraton Room, Old English Room, Morland Room

Love knowing this is actually true!!

“The pumpkin pie, like all pumpkin pie, looked like something a dog would eat” UH! I beg your pardon?? Pumpkin pie is DELICIOUS

Serafina softening to Mr Vanderbilt and seeing how much he cares for his staff and guests!!

Ooooh Mr Thorne is getting sick!!!

Haha Braeden saving serafina from getting her eardrums ruptured

ohhhhh he’s playing the piano because clara is good with the piano

Braeden somehow knowing what kind of food serafina likes and bringing it to her is friend goals

GUYS Braeden says that Mr Thorne owned an estate “before the war between the states.” That’s the civil war, in 1861. It’s been almost 38 years since then. But Mr Thorne isn’t described as an old man at all. But he couldn’t be a fully grown adult and own property 38 years ago but still appear as if he’s in his 40s. Right??

but also Mr Thorne’s death is sooooo overdue. Child murdering evil plantation-owning racist piece of shit got what he deserved

UGH all the descriptions of the night and the stars and nature make me SO MAD I live in a giant polluted city

A good couple pages:

“The time for sneaking and hiding was over. She was going to make sure one man in particular saw her. And tonight was the night. The Chief Rat Catcher had a job to do.” (Ch 19, p225) YES SERAFINA!!!!!

“She… kept lacing her dress up her back with shaky fingers, but she was having a terrible go of it. Normal girls must have extremely long and bendy arms to do this every night, she thought. Help she’s so funny 😭

“She hated walking straight. And she hated walking slow.” REAL

“She was a China doll, and she was a wraith, in and out of shadows, a girl in between.” Very nice

oooohhhhhh she’s hoping the mountain Lion will show up to kill him. I didn’t realize that the first time i read this

“Come out, my dear child, before I become angry with you.” Thanks to @secretly-a-catamount for telling me Thorne was meant to be a warning to children about child predators because now I SEE IT even more clearly than I did earlier

”At that moment, all the power and ferocity of closed motherhood came ripping out of the woods.” YESSIR

GIDEAN TO THE RESCUE!!!

”she was mightily perturbed he hadn’t stayed dead” 💀 😭

yesyesyesyes die rat bastard!!!!! Mr Thorne is dead!!!!! Let’s go!!!!!

LEANDRA!!!!!

Braeden putting together a search party for serafina and sending gidean out ahead is so perfect and wonderful

Am I the only one somewhat perplexed that all Mrs&Mr Vanderbilt did was send down some beds? Like why not give them a proper room even in the servant’s floor or something? Idk

“There are few skills more important than picking good friends.” — Mr Vanderbilt, the man who befriended Mr Thorne 😂

ahhhh I loved this book. I can’t WAIT to reread the rest!

#serafina and the black cloak #Serafina and the black cloak reread #leandra satbc #serafina x braeden #serafina and the splintered heart #serafina and the seven stars #serafina series #serafina and the twisted staff #braeden vanderbilt #rowena fox pemberton #waysa #biltmore estate #george vanderbilt #edith vanderbilt

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Matchup trade for @merbear25 !

Lmao I just finished them. Hope you enjoy it!

Black Butler:

Undertaker seems like a good match for you. Considering all your interests and your thirst for knowledge, he would compliment you rather well as he has a vast amount of hidden knowledge in various subjects. He is not a jealous boyfriend and would encourage you to travel and do what you want, especially with how busy his second agenda makes him. But don’t think for a second that he doesn’t love you. He wants you to be safe and if he has to send you away for it then so be it. Undertaker is a very mysterious and secretive man, for him to tell you about his plans you’re gonna have to be very very patient.

He is the type of boyfriend to pull pranks on you. But also the kind to take you visit museums or historic places at night and then tell you stories related to them. He loves that you’re a horror fan and isn’t weirded out by him. Getting him into DnD will be easy and fun since he is a troll. He…doesn’t seem to be athletic but will always hype you up.

This man is an enigma himself. He has a lot of facades and is way smarter than he looks. As a boyfriend, you’d at first date Undertaker and then Adrien if you know what I mean (that’s his real name if I remember). Your relationship gives Jack Skelington and Sallie vibes. You love cuddling but also need your space which makes him perfect for you

JJK:

Aoi Todo with Yuuji as a runner up

Listen, yes he is very pushy and borderline delusional but this man is dedicated to his lover (you). Todo is your number one cheerleader and the only issue with him is convincing him to give you time alone on some days. He loves showering you with compliments and gifts. Any kind of physical affection is welcomed by him. Also you are his type physically so….

Based on Gege, Todo is the student that ranks the highest academically which leads me to believe that he is smarter than he looks and will gladly teach you what he knows. He’s the type to get into your hobbies for you. Any book only available for sorcerer will be given to you by him lol. He has no problem talking about curse history with you. He loves listening to you talk about your interest and you can be sure that if a mission requires him to travel he will take you with him so you can practice a new language. When watching movies with you, he will try to be tough but will end up crying like a softy (or screaming in horror movies) .Play piano for him and he’ll picture your wedding day (delulu I say).

Todo is the golden retriever boyfriend. Always active and always looking to make you happy. It can be a bit much for some people but his love is pure.

Hazbin Hotel:

Info about him are scarce but…Vox! A demon Tv definitely has a lot of knowledge lol and doesn’t mind sharing it at all. Be careful cuz he has a temper. Don’t mention radios and you’ll be fine I guess.

Now Vox is definitely a possessive lover but he trusts you. Travelling for him might be difficult given his position but he will try to make sacrifices and will let you travel alone as long as you update him often (minimum once a day). He probably paid for all your vacations. He likes when you’re gentle…with him if you are with everyone and he feels they don’t deserve it then he will let it be known. I think the biggest sacrifice he’d make for you is actually touching grass and visiting museums instead of seeing them on a screen. Now I think Vox likes to talk. When you ask him a question it’s easy for him to get lost in thought. He will go long and in detail about every aspect of demonology he knows, trust me you’ll be an expert by the end… He is a bit of a tsundere but if you feel down about yourself he will fight it off the best he can even if it makes him flustered. And yet he loves to flirt with you just to make you flustered.

He is a walking TV. Of course you’re gonna have daily movie nights with the worst horror movies he can find. Heck he’d even propose to scare you or invite you to scare people with him. Get him into yoga before electricity goes out everywhere will you? Also he’d totally understand you needing space sometimes, everyone does. He loves listening to you rambling about different subjects and definitely encourages you to do so in different languages (I am sure he speaks more than one).

#matchups #match ups #hazbin hotel #black butler #kuroshitsuji #jujutsu kaisen

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𝑴𝑬𝑬𝑻 𝑳𝑨𝑫𝒀 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝒀'𝑺 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑭𝑭

Lady Gray, being a future viscountess, is from the moment she is born accompanied, helped and raised by not only her parents and tutors, but other members of staff that will shape her into who she is. But who are these people?

Let's start from highest to lowerst:

Lady Caroline Hudson, lady in waiting

The daughter of a lower baronet, her status as her lady in waiting helps her up in society. She is sweet, quite demure and cares more for marriage than seek knowledge, but gladly indulges Primrose in her quest to become more.

Lady Jane Buckley, second lady in waiting

The fifth daughter of a penniless earl, she is often overlooked and spends most of the time at Winbourne attending Primrose. She can be quite narcissistic and cold-hearted, but is practical and logical, always having Primrose's reputation and decorum into mind.

To understand better what is a lady in waiting, here's a video that explains it well.

Beatrice Gwyn, the lady's maid

A young Scottish orphaned maiden, she was found by the Dowager Viscountess Alina and brought to the household, who ended up being her niece's lady's maid. She was six years older than Primrose and was paid well enough to have her house inside Winbourne grounds. She is the most trusted servant Primrose has and considers her a sister.

Emma Barry, the housekeeper

One of the oldest of the staff members, she keeps the house running and is the most trusted servant of the viscountess and her daughter. She is the heart and soul of the house and the reason it's still standing, and the best paid member of the staff that is not of noble origins.

Inspired by @kc-and-co 's butler Henry, I said to myself that if Shiv can have staff, so can Prim, a noblewoman!! I already love these four badass women and I hope you do too 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

#hogwarts legacy #hphl #oc: primrose sabrina gray #harry potter: hogwarts legacy #lady caroline hudson #lady jane buckley #beatrice gwyn #emma barry #back-story #character building

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Batfam Daily Life

Prompt: "I guess I shouldn't have said you couldn't do this" "no, no. It's good. Spite is the only thing that really motivates me" ---daily-prompts (Prompt 1999)

The day had started as any other within the Wayne Mansion. All of the occupants had been scattered around within the many rooms of the giant household doing various tasks. Some sat quietly reading, writing, or enjoying a nice cup of coffee, while others were training or meditating. It all depended on the person.

Everything was seemingly calm…until Jason Todd entered the kitchen where the youngest Wayne had been residing for the past hour or so. The predicament that the second oldest caught witnessing for the youngest was quite surprising. Considering that Damian was climbing the cabinets above the kitchen counter as if he was Spiderman or a monkey trying to reach the highest shelf for something unseen. Seeing the potential blackmail, Jason reached for his phone that resided in his sweatpants pocket but got caught by the monkey that had decided best to give up and started to climb down.

"Todd, what are you doing here?"

Green eyes glared quite fiercely at the man standing a bit away.

As always, the question had a bite to it but Jason couldn't care less. The kid is always like this. Instead of an actual answer, he could only laugh. How could he not? The most stoic person aside from his father caught doing something childish was quite funny.

"Well, I was going to grab something to eat though I guess I am not the only one wanting to get cookies."

Finishing his sentence with a mocking tone, Jason starts heading further into the kitchen, standing beside the much shorter male, and began looking to see where exactly the cookies were on the shelf. Smirking, Jason looks back to Damian, who let out an audible huff, and a devious plan strikes.

"There is no way you can get to the cookies."

The boy only scowled and folded his arms. Determination and irritation flared within Damian as he was not going to let his brother get his way so, in his true fashion, Damian turned to Jason.

"There is a way though it doesn't concern you, Todd."

The last name was hissed out as a nerve had been struck harshly. Though Jason only smirked, his head tilting to the side in amusement.

"How's this then," Jason began, "If you can get to the cookies before Alfred returns from Bruce's room, they're all yours."

Damian hesitated for a second. Obviously, there has to be more to it than just that. Knowing Jason, there was always a trick of sorts.

And he was right in believing so.

"Again, that is if you aren't caught. If you are, then they're mine."

With that, Jason turned to the kitchen island and took a seat, only to give a mocking thumbs up and a little snide comment about how he couldn't do it to Damian, who was still trying to make his plans for navigating the cabinet.

Only a second later heard a coming from the hallway were someone's footsteps. The footsteps that were fast approaching most likely belonged to the beloved butler, making his way to the kitchen for some butlery duties. Meaning, Damian only had a little time to climb the cabinet and reach the prize that awaits him.

"Better hurry Brat… he's almost here."

Not wanting to cause a scene, Jason had to whisper yell this to Damian, who had finally kicked into gear and begun his climb. It wasn't long for Alfred, followed by Alfred the Cat and Titus, to make his appearance.

Damian had to hurry as he could hear the greetings being exchanged between his family members. So far, Alfred had not paid any mind to the young boy, who had resumed his original position as a monkey, and walked to the fridge. The fridge was located on the other side, opposite the cabinets. So far, so good, though it was still risky. If Jason or the animals made him blow his cover, he would not be thrilled to receive a lecture from the butler…or their dad, for that matter. He needed to prove to Jason that he could achieve this.

Jason could only sit and act. As if everything was fine, he calmly talked with Alfred. It was only a couple minutes or so that they had been in conversation but when you are trying to sneak glances to observe a little boy's progress climbing cabinets, it is hard to pay attention. Luckily though, Jason and Damian didn't have to wait much longer as Alfred, with a cup of water in his hands, said goodbye and left. Though, Alfred the Cat and Titus had decided to stay, telling by the meowing coming from the ground.

"You're in the clear, Dami…."

As Jason began his sentence, he turned his head from the entrance of the kitchen back to the cabinets thinking to see Damian still trying to climb but saw nothing, cutting him off in confusion.

He knew what that meant. With an irritated smile, Jason turns to the sound of a plate being slid across the island, stopping after it hits his forearm. The said plate had chocolate chip cookies neatly stacked. He did it.

Picking one up, he only smiled and closed his eyes.

"I guess I shouldn't have said you couldn't do this"

Only a hum resounded as a response as Damian, who had snuck his way to the island after receiving the cookies, was finishing his bite before speaking.

"No, no. It's good. Spite is the only thing that really motivates me."

With that, the brothers continued to eat quite happily, with the occasional cookie steal as one tried to grab a certain one.

#batfamily #jason todd #damian wayne #batbros #batkids

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Day 11: Annie Oakley!

Phoebe Ann Mosley was born to a poor Ohio family. Her father died six years later, and her mother was unable to provide for her seven children. She was sent to an orphanage before being “bound out” to a family as a servant, where she was so abused that eventually she ran away. Making it back home, she supported her siblings and mother, first by hunting for food and then by occasional sharpshooting contests.

She met Frank E. Butler, her eventual husband, by beating him in such a contest; unlike in Annie Get Your Gun, he gave up his sharpshooting career to work as manager for hers. Under the name Annie Oakley, she toured the world with Buffalo Bill’s Wild West show, and over the next few years, she became its highest paid performer. She shot holes in playing cards and a cigarette out of Wilhelm II’s mouth, appeared in one of Thomas Edison’s early motion pictures, and befriended Sitting Bull, who dubbed her Watanya Cicilla, or “Little Sure Shot.” (Sitting Bull’s position with the show arguably sums up the whole thing - Cody treated him with personal respect but also very much turned him into a living museum exhibit for white crowds; nevertheless, he liked Annie enough to symbolically adopt her).

Annie was paralyzed in a train crash in 1901, and though she recovered, she retired from professional sharpshooting, although she still performed occasional feats for charity. She and her husband raised and donated money to help orphans, and she also advocated for women’s rights.

Annie died in 1922; Frank, broken-hearted, passed two weeks later. Buffalo Bill’s show - for both good and ill - helped define the “Old West” in American culture, and Annie remains the archetypal American cowgirl.

#annie oakley #phoebe ann mosely #history #american history #awesome ladies of history #october 2022 #my art #markers #gun mention #racism mention #abuse mention

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"Hey, you there, human!"

"M-me?"

"Yeah. You look super lost and/or nervous. You here for the Human Ownership Program?"

"Um... yes."

"Great, that's my job! Just follow me, my desk is right this way. So, what exactly are you after right now? Just looking for information, or do you have your paperwork all done, maybe got a demon lined up for you already?"

"I have the paperwork filled out. Here."

"Perfect, let's take a look... oh. You're from West Kingdom, eh?"

"I-is, um, is there a problem with that?"

"No, no, it's just- Jeez, no wonder you're so nervous. Basically, West Kingdom's government hates Demon Kingdom- Okay, well, all the kingdoms hate us, but West Kingdom especially. I've heard the propaganda there is intense, lots of misinformation about the ownership program. Like, you probably didn't even know about the three main types of ownership, right?"

"Uh... no, I've never heard anything about that."

"Yeah, exactly. Well, good news and bad news. The bad news is that, because your kingdom hates ours, this paperwork is horribly incomplete, so this is gonna take longer than usual. The good news is that you're probably gonna be a lot less terrified after this. So! Quick rundown, there's three main types of ownership, each having different expectations, different payment amounts, and different levels of rights and legal protections for you-"

"Humans have rights here?!"

"... Wow. Your kingdom REALLY hates us. So, I'm assuming you only know about the 'slave' type, so let's get that out of the way first. It's the one with the highest payment, at 5,000 gold per month... Uh, why are you looking at me like that?"

"... I... was told it was 1,000..."

"Oho, good news human! 1,000 per month is the MINIMUM that you can possibly earn from the program! So anyway, as a slave, your owner would be allowed to do basically anything to you, short of permanent mental or physical damage. You're also obligated to obey any commands. Mostly. There's wiggle room there, but if you disobey too much you can lose your payment- it's complicated. Anyway, I'm assuming you're more interested in the other options?"

"Yeah, this, um, 'slave' one is about what I expected..."

"Alright, so one level down is 'servant'. This one also obligates you to obey orders, but only reasonable ones. Again, complicated, you can get the details later. It's like how you humans have, like, maids? Or is it butlers? It's kinda like that. By default your owner isn't allowed to touch you without permission, details, we'll get to that. This one's worth 2,000 per month."

"That's... a lot more than what maids get paid back home."

"Heh, no wonder your government refused to tell you. Anyway, if you were willing to enter the program for just 1,000 a month, want to hear about the ACTUAL 1,000 per month option?"

"Uh, yes."

"That would be 'pet'! Unlike the others, pets have no obligation to obey orders at all, so you can just be a lazy bum and get paid for it! But your owner is allowed to, well, pet you, as well as generally control your life. Like a pet. Once again, details that'll be worked out later."

#my writing #original #i was going to continue this into the whole ownership process but i got bored #this is enough worldbuilding

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[ad_1] The enterprise of the NBA continues to flourish.As extra income flows into the NBA from ticket sales, TV contracts and merchandise, participant salaries have spiked. The NBA has seen its income quadruple to $10 billion over the previous 20 years, in line with Statista, and through that point the typical participant wage jumped to $3.9 million from $2.3 million. As the typical participant wage elevated, so have salaries for high gamers. The best-paid participant within the NBA in 2002 was Kevin Garnett at $22.4 million, and immediately the participant with the biggest annual contract makes greater than double that quantity. See additionally: Fair fight? In the World Series, the Rangers ($251 million payroll) play the Diamondbacks ($119 million) And the highest-paid gamers within the NBA immediately make greater than $100 million yearly when taking into consideration their off-court earnings. Listed below are the highest 10 greatest earners within the NBA in line with estimates from Forbes:Tie-10. Nikola Jokic, $54.6 million Nikola Jokic of the Denver Nuggets warms up previous to a preseason recreation. Getty Photos Jokic, 28, is a newly minted NBA champion with the Denver Nuggets and has gained two Most Beneficial Participant Awards. The Serbian heart has endorsements offers with Panini and Western Union WU, -3.30%, and is famously recognized in NBA circles for owning racehorses. On-court earnings: $47.6 million Off-court earnings: $7 million Tie-10. Paul George, $54.6 million Paul George of the Los Angeles Clippers on the 2023 NBA All-Star Weekend in Salt Lake Metropolis. Getty Picture The Los Angeles Clippers ahead has handled accidents the previous few seasons, however is again to full well being in 2023. George, 33, has endorsement offers with American Categorical AXP, -1.36%, 2K Sports activities, Gatorade, and is considered one of 5 gamers who've a signature shoe take care of Nike. On-court earnings: $45.6 million Off-court earnings: $9 million 9. Jimmy Butler, $55.2 million Jimmy Butler of the Miami Warmth reacts throughout the Miami Warmth Pink, White & Pink Recreation at Kaseya Heart. Getty Photos The 34-year outdated Butler led the Miami Warmth to an NBA Finals look final season, and is among the high off-court earners within the league. Butler is the founding father of the Huge Face espresso model, which he famously bought from his resort room throughout the NBA’s “bubble” season in 2020 throughout the early a part of the coronavirus pandemic for $20 a cup, and has endorsement offers with Chinese language shoemaker Li-Ning, Anheuser-Bush InBev BUD, -0.78%, TAG Heuer and Google GOOG, -0.70%. On-court earnings: $45.2 million Off-court earnings: $10 million See additionally: Michael Jordan is now worth $3 billion. Here’s what billionaire athletes have in common.Tie-7. James Harden $57.6 million James Harden is among the many high earners within the NBA. Getty Photos The Philadelphia Sixers guard is presently in a contract dispute together with his group, however that hasn’t stopped him from being close to the highest of NBA earners. Harden, 34, has endorsement offers with Gopuff, Autograph, Panini, and has one of many richest shoe contracts within the NBA — his Adidas ADS, -0.10% shoe contract is value as a lot as $200 million over 13 years. On-court earnings: $35.6 million Off-court earnings: $22 million Tie-7. Joel Embiid, $57.6 million

Joel Embiid of the Philadelphia 76ers poses for an image throughout Philadelphia 76ers media day. Getty Photos Harden’s teammate Joel Embiid is the reigning MVP of the league. Embiid, 29, just lately exited his shoe contract with Below Armour UAA, -8.24% and signed a take care of Skechers, an informal shoe model that may now make efficiency basketball footwear, this season. Embiid additionally has endorsements with 2k Sports activities and Google. On-court earnings: $47.6 million Off-court earnings: $10 million See additionally: Magic Johnson says not signing with Nike as a rookie cost him $5 billion: He ‘didn’t even know what’ stocks were6. Klay Thompson, $61.2 million Klay Thompson of the Golden State Warriors seems to be on previous to recreation 4 of the Western Convention Semifinals. Getty Photos The five-time champion with the Golden State Warriors has a formidable endorsement portfolio. He has offers with the Chinese language shoe model Anta, healthcare community Kaiser Permanente and watchmaker Tissot and Dapper Labs. On-court earnings: $43.2 million Off-court earnings: $18 million 5. Damian Lillard, $63.6 million Damian Lillard of the Milwaukee Bucks poses for portraits throughout media day. Getty Photos Lillard was traded to the Milwaukee Bucks within the offseason after spending his whole profession with the Portland Path Blazers. Lillard, 33, has endorsements with manufacturers together with Adidas, Bose and Modelo, and has almost a half million month-to-month listeners on Spotify SPOT, +0.27% to his music underneath the rapper title Dame D.O.L.L.A. On-court earnings: $45.6 million Off-court earnings: $18 million 4. Giannis Antetokounmpo, $85.6 million Giannis Antetokounmpo speaks onstage throughout GE The Lean Mindset: The Pursuit Of Progress Occasion. Getty Photos The 2-time NBA MVP for the Bucks is among the high gamers within the league, and he's compensated nicely for it. Antetokounmpo, 28, has a signature shoe take care of Nike NKE, -1.41%, and endorses Epic Video games, Google and JBL. On-court earnings: $45.6 million Off-court earnings: $40 million See additionally: Tom Brady wants to buy part of the Raiders, but NFL owners are blocking the deal3. Kevin Durant, $91.4 million Kevin Durant of the Phoenix Suns throughout NBA media day. Getty Photos Durant, 35, is hoping to guide the Phoenix Suns this season to the franchise’s first title. Durant has signed $499 million value of NBA contracts in his profession and has a roughly $300 million endorsement take care of Nike. He additionally has offers with 2K Sports activities and Activision. The Suns star is also referred to as a savvy investor. Together with his enterprise capital funding agency Thirty-5 Ventures, Durant has made spectacular early investments in corporations equivalent to Coinbase COIN, -4.95%, Acorns, Dapper Labs and the Uber-owned UBER, +0.81% Postmates. On-court earnings: $46.4 million Off-court earnings: $45 million 2. Steph Curry, $101.9 million NBA participant Steph Curry speaks onstage throughout a TechCrunch Disrupt occasion. Getty Photos The 35-year-old Curry is considered as probably the greatest basketball gamers of this era and maybe the most effective pure shooter of all time. Curry’s

2023 earnings have hit 9-figures due to his NBA contract and endorsements with Callaway Golf, CarMax KMX, +0.45%, Google, Rakuten 4755, +1.08% and JPMorgan Chase JPM, -3.24%. Curry additionally has a take care of Below Armour, and is the face of their basketball shoe model. That deal is value $215 million, per CNBC, and contains $75 million of fairness within the attire model. Curry’s funding agency SC30 Inc. has put cash into a number of profitable startups, together with at-home exercise gear firm Tonal, in addition to esports group TSM. On-court earnings: $51.9 million Off-court earnings: $50 million 1. LeBron James, $117.6 million LeBron James of the Los Angeles Lakers has over $100 million in earnings this yr. Getty Photos For the ninth consecutive yr, James is the highest earner within the NBA. James, 38, has a enterprise empire that's too lengthy to record in its entirety. Along with his lifetime Nike contract that could be valued at $1 billion, James has had a number of profitable enterprise offers together with investing in Beats by Dre previous to its sale to Apple AAPL, +0.38%, buying fairness in English soccer membership Liverpool F.C., and investing in quick meals chain Blaze Pizza. James additionally has endorsement offers with Pepsi Co. PEP, -1.07%, Sony SONY, -0.93%, Calm and Crypto.com. And James has a burgeoning media empire together with his manufacturing firm Spring Hill Leisure, content material model Uninterrupted, and he has appeared in movies together with Area Jam: A New Legacy and Trainwreck. James turned the primary active athlete in the four major American sports to become a billionaire final yr. on-court earnings: $47.6 million off-court earnings: $70 million Learn on: Mickey Mantle’s childhood home could be the next big IPO [ad_2]

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