she thinks she's a 15 year old


Warnings: No one for this sneak peak chapter. 

Authors Note: Oh, boy. I’m nervous. This isn’t the first imagine I write, but the first someone will read. Also… I think I turn well in english, but it’s not my native language. If you don’t like it or if it has issues of development and writing please let me know. Your feedback is very important. 

     You were 15 years old when your master died. His wife, Katla, didn’t release you right away but never caused you harm. She reminded you of your own mother, although she was physically  so different. Her light blue eyes were very different from your mom’s amber eyes, but as tender as you could remember. You kept taking care of her children and helping in the little farm as the years go by.
     Despite all the pain that has already suffered you grew sweet and strong. Like the sea, your surface was calm, the wind blowing the light waves of your hair, your sunny smile as warm as your amber eyes. A beautiful picture, but no one could see the turmoil that was growing and growing every day in the depths.
     You, more than anyone, knew how the twists and turns of life could be… And craved for so much more. That quiet demi slave life did not suit you; you wanted to see more, do more. Although seemed harmless, you were very sharp. One minute demure and doting, the next ruthlessly sarcastic; You could turn from Madame Jekyll, all impeccable manners, to Ms. Hyde, wild and unpredictable, but no less fascinating.
     It was Yule when the first gift has come. In the feast after the sacrifice you were sitting by the fire when Katla approached.
     – Hamsa! – she called you, taking you abruptly  from your daydreams – It’s time, my darling. You’re officially no longer a slave, but a faithful friend.
     You blinked to the fire, your heart raced and you couldn’t believe it. You looked at her to found that tender blue apologizing eyes . You hugged and she kissed your hair.
     – My door will always be open for you. You can stay with me as long as you want, but you’re free. I want you to realize this. – she smiled and walked away, leaving you alone with millions of thoughts.
     What would you do? Where would you go first? You had so much to see, to feel, to live! You wanted to experience everything… See your homeland, smell the spices at the Beirut market once again, then travel the rest of the world!
     Of course all of it was impossible for now, you were short on money. You would start exploring the world right there, in Denmark, where your horse could take you.
     In the early morning light you saddled your horse and left Hedeby toward Kattegat.

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Jerome Valeska x Reader: Daddy’s Little Doctor

Originally posted by evaalterrr

omg i got so excited at it i can’t even….. ugh. not only because i got an another request but also because this is an amazing idea and i’m in love with this, i think i need to change some things that were a little unclear to me but i hope you will like it anyway

sorry if it’s too short to your liking, & please let me know what you think


[Y/N] was a pretty 15 year old girl, who liked spending her free time in her dad’s work. Jim Gordon’s work. She’d go there everyday after school.

She wanted to work at the GCPD in the future, not as a cop, but as a doctor, just like Doctor Leslie Thompkins. [Y/N] was a very smart girl, so everybody believed she would accomplish her goal.

[Y/N] enjoyed being with Doctor Lee, and as you may wonder, Doctor Lee enjoyed being with [Y/N]. She reminded her of herself when she was younger, so she was happy to answer any questions this sweet girl had.

“Harvey! Do you know where Doctor Thompkins is?" 

[Y/N]’s been looking for her, she wanted to watch her work, as always. At first she wasn’t sure if that’s okay with her but she said she enjoys her company, much to [Y/N]’s joy.

"I don’t know, kiddo, check the morgue.” Answered busy Harvey Dent petting her on the head and walking away.

[Y/N] was walking to the morgue as she heard two cops talking about Jerome Valeska. They didn’t have a chance to meet but she saw him, that day when they found his dead mother. Dead because of him.  

His cult was trying to bring him back from the dead…

“Can you believe he’s lying in the morgue right now with no face on?!”

“Shut up, this is disgusting.”

[Y/N] could agree on that. It seriously gave her chills.

But still, it didn’t change the fact she wanted to see how he looked now. She would never admit it to anyone, but she thought he was kinda cute. When he had a face and was still breathing, though.

[Y/N] entered the room humming a song she always does.  

“Doctor Le–” she stopped dead in her tracks.

Before her, Lee Thompkins sitting on a table, tied up, looking over her should to see who just came in, worry filled her eyes as she noticed it’s [Y/N]. And there it was Jerome Valeska, standing across from Doctor Lee, his face all bloody and bandaged smiling widely at [Y/N]. He was wearing something very skin-tight…

“Hi there. Care to join us, Sweetheart?” Jerome walked towards her.

Now as he took a better look at her, he noticed she looked younger than him.

“Don’t cha a little too young to work here?”

[Y/N] only shrugged and gulped as he started to tie her up and told her to sit beside Lee.

They looked at each other, Lee’s gaze looked like it was asking her “Why did you have to come here exactly right now?!”

Jerome not interested in Lee anymore, moved to kneel before the pretty girl and looked into her eyes.

“Do you know where is my face, Precious?”

She stared at him. “Yeah… I heard Dwight took it and that he wears it like a mask..” She made a disgusted face.

Jerome exhaled deeply. “At least he’s a handsome fella now.”

[Y/N] cracked a small smile trying not to giggle. She didn’t want Doctor Lee to think she’s stupid.

Jerome glanced back at Lee and then back to [Y/N] and cupped her cheek. 

“Now tell me, what exactly are you doing here?  You can’t possibly be working here, you look young. How old are you anyway, Sweet Cheeks?”

“Umm..” She was unsure if she should tell him but he had something in his eyes that screamed “tell me all about you!”

“I don’t work here, I’m 15 years old. My dad is working here.”

“Don’t tell him that [Y/N]!”

“[Y/N]? Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He smirked and reached for something to gag Doctor Lee. “Who’s your dad? I’m dying to know.”

“James Gordon.”

He started laughing like crazy. “James Gordon! I can’t believe it! And Doctor here is still talking to you after what your father has done to her poor husband?” He burst in another laugh.

[Y/N] wanted to defend her dad but she knew there was no point.

“Ohhh you’re coming with me, Gorgeous! You’re too fun to be left here!” He started to untie her.

And she left with him. Just like that.

Doctor Lee waited for someone to rescue her, they needed to find [Y/N]. They needed to find Jerome.

But she could’t stop thinking about that one thing  that was still disturbing her.

The adoration in young girl’s eyes when she looked at the Ginger.

i think tf not, yall trick ass bitches !! hold on a mf second cause im ??? are you telling me that every 15 year old has to be stick thin ?? like its not normal for teenagers to be chubby ?? someone please give me a LOGICAL explanation as to how weight has anything to do with talent ? how does kyla being chubby have ANYTHING to do with the fact that she can still dance and perform and sing. yall some narrowminded walnuts..


Happy Birthday Izuku!!

one of my favorite things about my hero academia and mob psycho 100 is that they subvert the “children aren’t seen as children” trope

it’s a popular cliche in action/drama manga for adults to involve what are essentially still young adolescents and teens in very dangerous, very heavy situations and expect them to just…not cry, not feel anything, not be fucking kids about it. these middle school and high school children are supposed to risk their lives, watch their friends die, fight enemies much older and more experienced than themselves, all with dry eyes and a solid resolve

mob psycho and my hero avoid these tropes with characters like arataka reigen and inko midoriya. 

in mp100, during the first major arc of the series, the esper kids were in the middle of facing a team of adult espers. reigen was the one to step in and basically say, “you guys know you’re fighting fucking children, right? like…you grown-ass adults are having a serious fight with middle school kids.” and he assures the young teens that he should be the one to take care of things bc he’s the adult.

in bnha, deku’s mom is seen as comically overprotective, but like…she’s just being a mom?? like i’m sure a lot of people were annoyed that she almost prevented izuku from dorming at UA because she was too worried about him, but if you really think about this, she’s completely justified. she’s seen her 15-year-old son break his own limbs, rendering his body bloody, bruised, and completely uselesstime and time again, as well as a fellow child abducted by villains while under the supervision of that very same school. what fucking mother in her right mind would allow her child to move out and permanently dorm at UA after experiencing all that??? she eventually concedes but like!! still!! she’s totally right! she’s a mother! she’s supposed to be concerned about her son! 

it’s crazy how desensitized we’ve become to parents not acting like parents in shows like this (or parents being absent altogether, ‘cause, y’know…angst and whatnot). like, yeah, i get that a large portion of it is wish fulfillment aimed specifically towards adolescents who want to escape the mudanity of dealing with nosy, overprotective parents and get to see themselves as heroes who don’t cry and blah blah blah, but still. 

it’s just really refreshing to see parental figures in anime actually…be parents once in awhile, y’know?

anonymous asked:

Floof scenario with Todoroki and his smol s/o???? All the sugary, teeth rotting, cotton candy mess you have~~~

Originally posted by kirei-na-jinsei

 Insecure Todoroki > everything else. this took forever and it sucked i am so sorry anon~Admin K

  ‘Todoroki Shouto. Todoroki. Shou? Todo. No… Hmm, let’s see… Todoroki. To-do-ro-ki. Roki? Roki. Yeah, that sounds okay. Roki. Roki. Roki—’

    “___,” Todoroki said loudly next to her, bringing ___ out of her thoughts. She blinked, shaking the thoughts from her head like rain off of an umbrella. Finding a cute nickname for Todoroki would have to wait. The noise of the people in the lunch room suddenly seemed much louder than it had before.

   “Yes, Roki?”


    “I said: ‘yes, Todoroki,’” ___ corrected herself quickly.

    “Oh, sorry I must not have heard you. Anyway…” he started talking to her about something as he sat down across from her. She listened intently, focused on the mesmerizing way his mouth worked. ___ liked the way Todoroki’s lips moved when he spoke. They hardly did, and yet his words were always clearly enunciated. ___ felt the just barely controllable urge to run her fingers through his hair. She resisted that temptation.

    Although technically, ___ was allowed to do that now.

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I’m never one to call people fake fans if they dislike a member or two in a group no matter how silly I think the reason is because it’s not that deep and you don’t have to like every member but Pristin fans who honestly think its ok to not like and even go as far as not cherring for Kyla, a 15 year old just because shes a little heavy makes me sick and they aren’t real fans. She’s a kid and people are more concerned with her visuals over her talent and personality. And it’s not about if she is or isn’t chubby its about it not being ok to shame anyone for their body especially kids who are still growing and depending who they are basically have their bodies working against them. I also really wish that Pledis would make a statement about the a malicious comments against her. I know that companys go hard on idols having a low weight but she is a kid and I feel like they aren’t working to protect her mental state at all. I hope she stays strong and doesn’t go and starve herself to make netizens happy.

Scott Borchetta interview with Alan Cross for Canadian Music Week (April 2017)


AC: [talking about recognizing a special character] If you come into contact with a true superstar and there is a charisma that comes off of them effortlessly, the kind of person when they walk into the room and your back is to the door - you know they’re in the room…
SB: Yeah, I always say that colors in the room change, like if Steven Tyler walked in right now you’d be going […starts turning around…], Steven is here, okay, I got it… because it’s just that thing. And I’m sure any of you can remember a moment, whether you got to meet Mick Jagger or Taylor, and you just went: “WOW! There’s a lot more juice in this person than everybody else”.

AC: So you were gonna build “Big Machine” the way you thought a record label needed to be built, from ground up. And you had no office, no money, no staff, you had nothing except your eye on this 14-year-old girl. You were scouting this 14-year-old talent?
SB: Yeah, so the irony is I get a package, this is an October 2004 and my deal with Universal goes through September 2005, so I get Taylor’s package in October and I meet her November 2nd 2004, I was blown away… and I go to see her two nights later at the Bluebird Cafe, go to meet the family and I’m just completely knocked out by her being, how smart she was at 15-years-old, how incredible the songs were. And then I go back for a second meeting and say: “If you wanna be signed at Universal I will introduce you to the executives and try to help you get signed, but you need to know something - I’m leaving in a year, I’m gonna start my own label, don’t know what it’s called but I can make you one promise tonight - when I start it, you have a deal with me”. And they looked at me and  just kinda went […motions a blank stare…]. They go: “Wow, we finally found someone who gets her and he’s crazy”. So couple weeks later, Taylor had just turned 15, and she called me herself and said: “Hey, just wanna let you know I’ve made up my mind and I’m waiting for you”. And it wasn’t from a manager, wasn’t from a parent, and I said: “Well, you’ve made my day”.
AC: Why do you think she made that decision?
SB: I think because she have had a deal at RCA priors, she had a development deal and they did not believe in her songs and they were trying to get her to work with other songwriters, different producers and they didn’t feel that they understood her and I was immediately fascinated with her songs. And I didn’t realize it back then but, when she came into the office, she literally came into Universal and she played me a song, a second song, and for those of you who know Taylor’s music, the second song was “Picture To Burn” and I said that’s a hit song. And I think from that moment she thinks: “Okay, I think this guy gets me and understands my songs”. I’ve never once brought up to her idea of doing an outside song. So she know that I believe… at her being she’s a songwriter, yes - incredible at everything else, but in her being, the most important thing and 50 years from now when you look back at this moment they’ll go - oh, the Michelangelo of the moment was Taylor Swift.

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Character analysis: Madam Red

-Madam Red is one of my favorite characters. She is quite interesting, and I’d like her to be the second one on my list of ‘Character Analysis.’ Madam Red or Baroness Angelina Dalles-Burnet is one of those characters, whose entire persona has been shaped by an unhappy past. She never accepted herself for who she is; she fell in unrequited love with someone her sister loved; she lost almost everyone she loved. The pain she endured is great, and especially when you hide or suppress that degree of pain, pain can slowly gain power over you. Had she embraced her pain, instead of becoming the Madam Red of the parties of high society, she could be quite a badass, if I may say so; it’s not that she isn’t a badass, but there is so much more in her.

-She proved to be quite an amazing woman by simply becoming a female doctor in the Victorian time! She probably was one of the first female doctors. Madam Red was definitely a woman of great ambition and strength.

-In a wiki blog, I found that Madam Red was actually 32-34 years when she died, but I don’t think that’s a correct. Let’s do some calculating, if that’s okay. Vincent Phantomhive was born on 1851, and while Rachael Phantomhive got married when she was 18, as we know from a character guide.

 When Rachael got married, Angelina was roughly 15, so she was 3 years younger than Rachael.

 A year later, the twins were born on 1875, so that means that Rachael was roughly 19 years old on 1875.

 That means that Angelina was roughly 16, when the twins were born, on 1875. 1875-16 = 1859. Madam Red or Angelina died on the 9th of November 1888. 

That means that she died roughly 29 years; at the same age as her older sister Rachael. Have I made any mistake in this calculation? Please, let me know.  

-Grell found her near the abyss of despair. Madam Red was quite out of control. Had Grell not helped her, she’d probably be arrested by now. It seems to me that Grell admired her. What Grell saw in her was a courageous woman, who is not afraid to take the justice by her own hands. In both Grell’s and Madam Red’s eye, (those who didn’t have the chance in life to become mothers), those woman deserved to die a painful death. Madam Red sacrificed so much of herself to become the person her-loved-ones wanted her to be, and in the end they died. She even lost her chance to become a mother, and that was too much for her. Had Our Ciel came earlier, she might have not murdered those women. What both Grell and Madam Red longed for was to be loved. Madam Red attended parties she hated the most; started dressing up in a color she didn’t like just because it suited her; became a social butterfly, just so she can be admired and loved; maybe so it can fill the hole that the unrequited love left in her heart.

Both Grell and Madam Red probably weren’t their true selves during their lives, and they longed to be truly loved. Madam Red even married someone she didn’t love, because he truly loved her.

This is a head-canon, but while writing this, I got a few ideas about why Grell might have committed suicide. Maybe, she lost all she loved just like Madam Red, and that was the last straw for her. Maybe, someone was vindictive to Grell, and pushed her to suicide. Regardless of the reason which  was the last straw for Grell, I think that Grell wished she had had ‘murdered’ instead of ‘killing herself.’ Madam Red’s despair pushed her to commit homicide, instead of suicide, like in Grell’s case. Maybe, that’s why Grell got close to Madam Red. Grell saw her doing what she wished she had done instead. It is possible that what Grell saw in Madam Red was her ideal self. But, this is a head-canon after all. In end, I think that both had deep pain and hatred, and that what got them together.

-One final thing I’d like to talk about Madam Red is her way of attracting male attention. She told Lizzy that ‘a lady should be super weak and cute in front of her Lord. It’s the most important thing to be an innocent and naïve girl. It’s your job to smile and be surrounded by nice things, just like in the nursery rhymes. That’s why you should always be like this.’ I think that deep down Madam Red thought that the reason why Vincent chose Rachael and not her was the above reason. 

Or, perhaps, Madam Red admired Rachael so much that she saw her as a role model, and maybe tried to be like her. But generally speaking, this was the mentality of that time. And also, Madam Red has quite a style, hasn’t she?

-I wish that this character was more true to herself. Maybe, this way, she could have defeated the inferiority complex. It’s quite sad that she loved someone who didn’t love her, and I wish that she had someone who would comfort her during the time that she lost all of her family. Maybe, she wouldn’t have succumbed to murdering those women. Please, let me know what you think of this analysis. I’d love to receive your thoughts on this. 

~ By Red Rose Crown ♕

It was announced that Netflix will make a TV series based on The Witcher books and most people are missing the point….as in they hope to see events that are game-only on the screen. Since it’s been said clearly that it’s going to be based on the books, I don’t get how people don’t understand that. Sapkowski will be working with the team and I trust him to wield a metaphorical whip each time they will try to screw up with his characters. I hope they take inspiration from what GoT did well, but also learn from GoT’s mistakes. The Witcher books are a lot shorter and the number of characters isn’t as big as those present in ASOIAF which might actually be a very good thing. The main characters are Ciri, Geralt and Yen. What could the show focus on? Obviously the books. There is lots of quality content in them and you are missing out if you don’t wanna read them and just limit yourself to the third game. What we could actually see in the show: Geralt and Dandelion roaming the world and going on adventures, Geralt meeting Yen and the outcome of their interaction with the djin, meeting Borch Three Jackdaws, Geralt fighting the striga, Geralt meeting a pregnant Pavetta and Duny and the events that take place at that feast etc. There’s really a lot of amazing moments that would look great on screen as there are short stories and the saga.

Who will be the actors? Nothing is sure as of now, but Sapkowski said at an event that years ago he would have liked Kevin Costner to play Geralt, but since he is too old now, he also said he would like Mads Mikkelsen. I think the author knows best haha how his characters actually look. If it’s going to be Mads or someone else….since it’s based on the books I expect to see characters looking different from the games. A few examples:

-Geralt has dark eyes (not permanent cat eyes like in the games) and hates having a beard.

-Yen looks very youthful (she has the skin of a 16 year old) and has a mane of curly black hair (not the flat and almost straight hair she has in the games), her face is also distinctive (long nose, receding chin, pronounced cheekbones etc). I see many fans favoring Eva Green….but I think she’s not exactly the right pick since she is not that youthful looking (she’s gorgeous don’t get me wrong). I hope they will keep her striking purple eyes and not go the GOT way of stripping Daenerys of her famous purple eyes. It doesn’t even have to be full on contacts. If they use an actress with light colored eyes they can apply a discrete purple tint in post production in close-up scenes.

-Triss has chestnut hair (not fiery red) and she doesn’t wear plunging necklines due to the scar she has on her chest. She’s also not as prominent in the books as she  is in the games…as in she has very few scenes (I think Dandelion is more prominent than her). There is also no additional romance between her and Geralt since that one time when she used magic to sleep with him. I think this might put some fans off, but the books are the books and that’s how it is in them.

-Ciri-> I’ve seen some fancasting that is hilarious: Margot Robbie and Cara Delevingne. Again…people are missing the point. When Ciri meets Geralt in Brokilon she is 10-11 and at the end of the last book she is a teenager (15-16 years old)…so it’s more likely they will choose a child actor that grows up with every season (similar to what GoT did with the Stark children). Ciri is often described as scrawny so I can’t see how someone like Margot Robbie could play her. Galahad describes Ciri as being a girl, not yet a woman.

Year-old Kensington comic book store and coffeehouse getting attention

Since Ariell Johnson opened her comic book store and coffee shop in Kensington in December 2015, she has taken the world by Storm.

In fact, her childhood fascination with Storm, the X-Men superheroine, led her to comic book and sci-fi fantasy geek fandom in the first place, she said.

She has been profiled on ABC News, CNN Money, and MSNBC, not to mention various nerd and geek websites, as the first African American woman to open a comic book store on the East Coast.

And in November, she was depicted on a variant cover of the Invincible Iron Man No. 1 comic book, along with Riri Williams, the 15-year-old African American superhero character known as Ironheart.

Storm “was the first black woman superhero I ever saw,” Johnson, 33, said at her shop, Amalgam Comics & Coffeehouse, 2578 Frankford Ave.

“In addition, she was a powerhouse; she was one of the most powerful mutants in the X-Men universe. She controlled the very elements. She wasn’t a sidekick. She was the main event, which was exciting.”

Johnson said all the attention has been good for business.

“I think we’re doing well. We’ve had a very strong first year, and an untraditional first year, with all the hubbub around the shop,” she said.

Diversity in comic books has been met with some backlash from mostly male fans who assert on YouTube videos that characters should not be suddenly changed to black or gay. Some have called it pandering to attract more women and people of color to comics.

Johnson has not hesitated to speak out about the importance of the comic book world becoming more inclusive.

That means having characters who represent everyone - black, white, Latino, Asian, and people of all religions and sexual identities.

She makes sure to carry books written by and for women and people of color.

Johnson said people like them as heroes in fantasy and science fiction can empower young readers.

“When young girls come in here and know that a woman owns the shop, a black woman owns the shop, and they can see titles where girls are the heroes and not just the love interests or the sidekick … when they see women and girls taking the lead in things, that’s really powerful,” she said.

Since word of Johnson’s success got around, celebrity comic book writers have visited Amalgam.

The store was packed a couple of months ago when Ta-Nehisi Coates came for a book signing to accompany the release of a new comic in his Marvel series Black Panther.

She has also welcomed Greg Pak, author of X-Treme X-Men and other titles, and U.S. Rep. John Lewis, the civil rights icon who coauthored a graphic novel, March.

Amalgam is spacious and colorful, with a red couch at the front window and blue and yellow armchairs nearby. In fact, it’s like entering a live comic strip tableau.

Small round tables have comic book logos: symbols for ThunderCat, Captain America, and Spider-Man.

Johnson said she became enamored of superheroes while watching television cartoon shows as a child.

“I’ve always liked shows about super powers,” she said. “I grew up watching ThunderCats, He-Man and She-Ra. But none of those shows had any black characters featured.”

When she was about 11, she saw herself in the character Storm in X-Men cartoons.

“In addition to being black and a woman, she had dark skin. The only thing that didn’t look like me was that she had white hair and blue eyes.”

A Baltimore native, Johnson came to Philadelphia to attend Temple University and earned an accounting degree there in 2005.

It took a decade of working for other people, first in retail and later as an accountant, before she decided to fulfill her dream.

Inside Amalgam the other day, Sam Woods Thomas, the commercial corridor coordinator for New Kensington Community Development Corp., said the coffee shop was the only one in the neighborhood.

Still, he said, things are looking up, with a new apartment development in the next block that people are comparing to the Piazza in Northern Liberties.

But he said it’s small businesses like Johnson’s that are key.

“They bring life back to the block,” Thomas said.

I honestly don’t see Jack and Ashi ever being in a ‘romantic relationship,’ as I’ve seen that people do ship them together. Not that I care, though, that’s just how I feel. People can ship it if they want.

Though the way that Ashi acts is a lot more childish, and stubborn. She has a lot to learn, like a child would. And that’s where Jack would fit in as a more parental role. Teaching her about the real world, instead of how she was trained and ‘brainwashed’ into thinking Jack is the evil one when, clearly, Aku is the one who’s dragged the Earth into the hell that is his evil.

And we’re not sure how old she is as well? She had to have been born sometime within the last 15-20 years. Or earlier, who even knows. No one knows her official age, and we may never even know. But Jack is a lot older than her (despite that he doesn’t age), so mentally, he’s more of a middle-aged man. He’s been through A LOT, so he’s surely got a lot of stories and wisdom to tell Ashi if they ever make amends.

you know what’s like…hella fucked up in Harry Potter?

In Goblet of Fire, Rita Skeeter wrote an inflammatory article about Hermione Granger, a then fifteen year old girl that she knew damn well would get Hermione a bunch of anger directed at her. and she didn’t think twice about it.

Hermione not only got hatemail she got poison sent in her mail that made her hands swell. Rita Skeeter opened up a 15 year old girl to getting attacked and had NO issue with it. 


Betty Smithey endured a turbulent and traumatic childhood. Her father died when she was just 4 years old and her impoverished mother was deemed incapable of caring for her six daughters. Smithey was separated from her sisters and lived in and out of orphanages and foster care. She had reportedly been sexually assaulted in some institutions. When she was finally adopted at age 8, she was severly abused by her adoptive parents, both emotionally and physically. Years later, she was sent to live with one of her sisters in Phoenix. Smithey had problems with adjusting to her new surroundings, so she ran away. She did the same twice after she was sent to the home of another sister. By the age of 16, Smithey had already attempted suicide. Her mental health was deteriorating. The next time she ran away, she was put into a reformatory in Albuquerque. Sometime in 1959, Smithey was declared fit for rehabilitation and her psychologist hired her as a babysitter for her 18-month-old son Mitchell. On May 4, 1959, Smithey kidnapped the 18-month-old and hitchhiked with the boy from Albuquerque to Oklahoma. At some point, she left him in a drugstore and ran away, but was found less than a hour later in a cafeteria located near the drugstore, eating breakfast. When she was asked what led her to kidnap the 18-month-old, she answered “I don’t know why I did it  – I just took him.” After serving four years in juvenile prisons, she was released in 1962.

In an attempt to turn her life around, she searched for a job  – again as a babysitter. Erma Geberick, mother of four children at the time, hired Smithey as a live-in-baby-sitter at the end of 1962. On New Year’s Day, 1963, Geberick’s 6-year-old son stormed into the kitchen, screaming to his mother “Mama, Sandy’s dead!” 15-month-old Sandy Geberick, the youngest of all children, had been strangled by Smithey. She fled the scence, but was found the next day hitchhiking on the highway between Tucson and Nogales. “I think I hurt the baby… I may have used a stocking” were the words Smithey reportedly told the patrolman who had found her. Although her attorney tried to argue that she was mentally ill, Smithey was found guilty of first-degree murder. On July 29, 1963 she was sentenced to life without parole. Between 1974-1981, Smithey managed to escape four times from three separate prisons. She also tried to kill herself numerous times in prison. Everything changed in 1983, when she received a letter from the victims mother Erma Geberick, forgiving her for the crime. Smithey stated that at that point of her life, she started to believe in herself again and wanted to become a better person. On August 12, 2012, after serving 49 years behind bars, the now 69-year-old Smithey was released from prison. She became eligible for discharge when then-Governor of Arizona Jan Brewer granted her clemency in June of 2012 and commuted her sentence to 49 years to life. The Board voted 4 - 1, granding her absolute discharge. After the vote, Smithey thanked each Parold Board Member and waved at her supporters.


Okay. NEW SERIES! I had to do it because my love for AJ is beginning to over take my whole life. I did this one based off an AU prompt that’s been floating around. Basically the OC has an antique necklace that her grandma gave her that’s got supposed special powers to find her soulmate. She obviously doesn’t believe that, until she meet AJ Styles (the man she’s been crushing on for a while now), in person for the first time and something odd happens.
I hope you all like it!

Tag list: (Shield sisters get tagged no matter what. Even if they don’t like AJ, *Cough cough* Asylum *Cough, cough*) @i-kneel-for-king-loki @straight-outta-the-asylum @livingthestrongstyle @the-geekgoddes @geekoftv @planetahmane @ajstylesworld @littledeadrottinghood @thatwrestlingfan91 @lovemybtrboys @wrestlingbabe @xstylesxclashx @littlebluespoon @gurimujox @superrezzy00 @stardustmoonlightflower @blondekel77 @pjanina13 @wrestlingnoob @lady-laura-speaks @phenominalstyles @caffeineandreveries

Warnings: FLUFF
Word Count: 2869 (whoops)

Chapter One: Electricity

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The Boys Reaction To Jeff’s Sister Self-Harming

Request: The boys (Jeff, Alex, Monty, Zach and Justin) reactions to finding out Jeff’s (15 year old) sister self harming.

One headcanon that is going to be used in these is that Bryce doesn’t exist (the boys just aren’t friends or something, he doesn’t mean anything to anybody) and Jeff’s is the “go-to” hangout for all the guys, so they are all close to his sister.

  • Jeff would have different reactions to finding out, first, he would be pissed that someone or something hurt his sister so badly that she felt like she had to hurt herself. On the other hand, I think he would be, kind of, disappointed in himself for not noticing, because this is his sister and he should know what’s going on in her life and, at least, whether she’s okay or not. He would spend as much time as he could (the others too) making sure she knows that he loves her. 
  • Alex would be devastated, and then just wrap his arms around her, and start rocking her back and forth. He would definitely try and be calm about it, but he would be secretly (not so secretly) freaking out. He would definitely be upset, but he would also try and be the person to try and calm her, himself and everyone else down so that she could find a way to talk to them.
  • Like Jeff, Justin would get so pissed that he never noticed because out of all the guys, she was closer to him than anyone (besides Jeff, of course). Once he’d gotten over the initial anger of it, he would calmly try and ask her to talk about it. He knows it’s hard to talk about so he just rub a hand up and down her back and she tries to put how she’s feeling into words. 
  • Montgomery would be totally pissed, he would have to try his hardest to calm down because, we all know, that he has anger issues and finding out that this girl that he sees as his own little sister being driven to the point of doing this to herself would drive himself. He would definitely end up punching a wall or something, just to get the anger out of his system.
  • Zach would be shocked and, even though he tried to not make it noticeable, he would start to cry, he wouldn’t be crying because of just one thing, it would be because of everything; him not noticing, what could have happened to her to make her want to hurt herself like this.
  • I also think that after finding out about her self harming then the boys, whenever they could, would become her body guards. They’d always be with her making sure that no one bullies her or hurts her in anyway. I think they’d also all “take turns” looking out for her, they’d all look out for her at all times, but they’d have times where like when the others have practice or something that one person would be her “designated friend” to make sure she always has someone.

my imagination of snk ch70
cute baby eren,mikasa and historia.
university library is a good place to draw pencil doodle (no
ok….after finish it I would study….must

As same as anyone, snk ch70…many feels omf
yeah “jealous”.today you’re a 15 years old boy,and you met a girl who is VERY important for you.this girl can effect you you see she talk with a handsome boy happily . can you tell me your feel now please? :) well,I maybe feel a little jealous<3

This is  normal emotional action,not mean that mikasa hate historia or she is rude.I think friendship of mikasa with 104 people is blooming when mikasa started to notice others ,not just eren and armin.

Of couse, I also like beautiful friendship of eren and historia :)
They have similar experiences and responsibilities.Responsibility is heavy, so eren can understand her feelings and thank her.

And then,eren and mikasa.eren apologized twice to mikasa.
he is troubled by his thoughts about titan, secret from his father or his responsibilities.Mikasa must have noticed eren feel very tired to face all,and  automatically assist him.eren did not refuse because he really needs her help
Help each other is a very natural thing for them.

(I’m sorry my bad English expression)

Mental breakdown(s!)

So I went to a public school in a reasonably rough area of England and multiple teachers had breakdowns. One time my religion teacher was very clearly upset and this one kid who isn’t quite all there kept asking her what was wrong despite her getting obviously increasingly upset. By the end of the lesson she had the teacher in absolute tears. It turns out she’d broken up with her fiancé.

Another time my crazy history teacher got real mad at our class and just snapped. She shouted at a random kid to go outside, and when he asked what he’d done she just shouted louder. She then picked up all of his books and threw them out into the hallway.

One time my English teacher made me leave the room, and I thought I was in trouble, but she followed me outside and just started crying. She’d gotten so stressed because of my class she’d just broken… she was asking me for help but like I was a 15 year old kid with my own problems??? I had no idea what to do.

I wasn’t actually in the class for this, but one time a science teacher got really angry at this girl, and he sent her out the classroom and as she left he picked up her book and threw it at her head. It was talked about amongst the year for a good while and I think the teacher was suspended for about a week.

Moments. Chapter 6: Date

Idea explained here

You can read all the parts here

(I’ve decided to put the prompts in the end from now on so it’s not like a spoiler or anything)

Chapter 6: Date

She looked in the mirror one last time. She had picked at black outfit that she had combined with a light pink hijab she had been reserving for a special moment. She had decided to wear natural makeup, only a thin eye line and no lipstick. On her feet she wore her favorite sneakers, he had said that they weren’t going anywhere fancy so she decided to keep it casual.

She got out of her room and walked to the kitchen where her parents and Elias were.

“Hi” she greeted them smiling

“Hi, you look really nice” her father said

“Are you going out?” her mother asked

“Uh, yes, actually I was about to ask you, is it okay if I go out with Yousef today?”

“Right now?” her dad asked

“Yeah, he’s supposed to pick me up in a few minutes” she said looking at her watch

“Where are you going?” her mom asked

“I don’t know” she sighed “He won’t say, it’s a surprise”

“I don’t know how to feel about that Sana” Mama Bakkoush said

“Believe, neither do I. But he won’t tell me” Sana said

“I know where he’s taking you” Elias said smirking

“He told you?” Sana asked frowning

“Don’t act so surprise, he’s my best friend, of course he told me” Elias said “I know what he has planned”

“Tell me, then” she said

“No, he trusted me. I’m not going to tell you. I won’t break my promise” Elias said solemnly

“Well, you can tell us” his dad said

“That I can do” Elias said shrugging.

He stood up from his seat and walked to his parents. They came closer to him and he started to whisper his friend’s plan. Sana just stared at them half pissed for being left outside half curious about what he was saying

“Okay, you can go” Sana’s dad said “But be careful”

“Be careful? Why? Where is he taking me?”

“Sana, don’t ruin the surprise” her mom said smiling.

Sana was about to protest when someone knocked at the front door.

“I’ll go” she said

She opened the door and Yousef was standing in the other side smiling at her.

“Wow, you look beautiful” he said looking at her in awe.

“Yeah, yeah whatever, where are we going?”

“Okay, rude” he chuckled

“I’m sorry, it’s just…everyone knows except me” she whined

“Elias couldn’t keep his mouth shut, could he?” Yousef said smirking

Sana crossed her arms on her chest and turned around to lead the way to the kitchen.

“Hi Yousef” her mom greeted him as soon as they entered the room

“Good afternoon” Yousef said looking at both of her parents “Hi Elias”

“Hey” Elias said

“Oh, habibti, what’s that face?” her mom asked

“Everyone knows except me” she said almost pouting making everyone laugh, which of course only pissed her even more

“Okay, I think we should go before she changes her mind” Yousef said “We won’t be home late, I promise”

“Good, take care” Sana’s dad said


“Okay are you ready?” Yousef asked once they arrived at the place

He had made her close her eyes and of course, promise that she wouldn’t look.

“Yes, yes, yes I’m ready. Can I open my eyes now?” she asked excited

“You can!”

She opened her eyes with smiling with anticipation. She took a look around and frowned.

“Wow, we are…at a basketball court…” she said trying to hide her disappointment “I love it, it’s so…original”

She tried to fake a smile but Yousef knew better and rolled his eyes at her.

“You hate it”

“No! No, I don’t, I don’t” she said approaching him “I promise I don’t…I just don’t get why the hype, I mean we play basketball all the time”

“Yeah, but we’re not here to play basketball…not exactly”

“Then what?” she brought her eyebrows as closed as it was humanly possible.

She looked adorable and Yousef couldn’t help but laugh.

“We’re playing roller basketball to get to know each other” Yousef said

“We’re playing what?” she asked confused

“It’s a game I’ve invented”


“Have you ever tried roller skating?”


“Perfect. Today you are. We’re going to play basketball with roller skates”

“What? No we’re not. I’m going to fall”

“That’s the point”

“The point is for me to fall?” she asked glaring at him

“No, the point is to make the game a little fairer. You’re way better than me at basketball, I’m way better than you a roller skating. It works”

“I don’t like it” she said

“I figured. And that’s why there’s more to the game” he said “Each time one of us makes a shot, we get to ask the other person a question. If you make a shot you can ask me whatever you want”

“Whatever I want?”

“Whatever you want”

“No limits?”

“No limits”

“Fine” she said squinting her eyes “But you need to teach me how to roller skate first”

“Okay, but only the basics, if not the game loses its appeal”

“It can’t be that hard, if you know how to do it…”

“Ha ha, very funny”

Sana stuck her tongue out to him playfully.


“Come on Sana, just stand up” Yousef said

He had helped her put the roller skates on but she refused to stand up

“I’m going to fall” she said

“No, you’re not. I’m here, I won’t let you fall”


“Of course! Just stand up”

She sighed and got on her feet. For a couple of seconds she was actually impressed, it wasn’t as difficult as she thought but as soon as she tried to take a step she lost control and almost fell backwards.

Wow, wow, wow” Yousef took her hands and helped her regain her balance “Not  so fast, you have to get used to them first”

“I’m not going to get used to them ever”

“Yes you are, come on, just let me guide you”

He started to skate backwards still holding both of her hands, so she would go forward. He was actually the one doing all the work, she was just letting him roll her around.

“Okay, now try to move one of your feet” he said

She shook her head

“I’m not letting you go, come on, move your left foot”

She did as he told her and even though she almost lost control again she regain her balance before she could fall

“See? You did it, now right foot”

She kept moving her feet, one by one, still holding his hands until they got to the other side of the court, next to the basket.

“I’m going to let go of your hands now so I can go grab the ball okay?”

“No, no don’t leave me here”

“Sana it’s okay” he chuckled “You just need to stand still, I’ll be right back”

He slowly let go of her hands and rolled his way to where the ball was. He came back doing some tricks he had learnt during the years.

“You’re a poser” Sana said shaking her head

“Oh really? Well this poser has the ball and is about to make a shot” he said pointing with the ball at the basket

“No! That’s cheating!”

“Come here and stop me then” he challenged her

She glared at him and crossed her arms.

“Fine” he said shrugging and pointing once again at the basket

“No!” she said taking some steps towards him

She lost control and crashed against his body but he caught her before she could fall.

“You did it!” he said smiling

“I almost fall” she said resting her hands on his chest trying not to fall

“But you didn’t, it’s progress”

She rolled her eyes but smiled at him. Then she saw that he still had the ball on his hands. Before he could react she took it from him and threw it at the basket making a shot.


“You’re a cheater!” he said

“Nei, you were distracted, it’s not my fault. I made a shot, now I get to ask”

“Fine, ask” he said crossing his arms on his chest “I’m already regretting inventing this game”

“Okay, my question is…when did you first realized that you had feelings for me?”

“Wow, I was not expecting that question”

She just shrugged and smiled at him

“Okay, well…we met when you were what…like 10? I was 12 I think when I met Elias. And I have to be honest with you, the first time I met you I hated you”

“What?” she said shocked “You hated me?”

“Well, not hated you, more like…I was jealous of you. You were only 10 years old and you were already so smart, you annoyed me”

She shook her head and laughed

“But then eventually I realized that that jealousy had turned into admiration with time…and if I had to say a particular moment when everything changed for me…I guess I’d say when you were around 15 and I was 17. I don’t know if you remember but that summer I went to Turkey with my family and I didn’t come back until late September. I remember the day I came back. I went to your house to see Elias and you were there. And you looked…you looked amazing. You had changed a lot during summer, you weren’t a little girl anymore, you looked beautiful and strong and you were talking to your father about biology and I just, I was so impressed. And then you smiled at me and I swear my heart skipped a beat. I think that was the first day I saw you as something more than Elias’ little sister”

She had been smiling at him during the whole story.

“You don’t remember what happened later that day, do you?” she asked with knowing smile

“What do you mean?” he asked confused

“Make the shot and find out” she said biting her lip.

He grabbed the ball and rolled towards the basket. She didn’t make a move to try to stop him. He shot the ball and it passed through the hoop smoothly.

“Done” he said approaching her again. “What happened later?”

“I met these friends that summer, well they weren’t really my friends. They spent the whole summer teasing me about my hijab and me being muslim and stuff like that but I just acted like I didn’t care ‘cause I didn’t want to be alone. The day you came back from Turkey I went to my friend’s house after you arrived. I think I was only there for like half an hour before I came home  crying. They had spent the whole time making fun of me and they even said that if I was going to cover my head I might as well cover my whole face so they didn’t have to look at me. I went home thinking about taking it off you know? Just give up so I could fit in. And when I arrived…”

“I was there, in the backyard, you came home with red eyes as if you had been crying and I was the first one to see you. Elias was inside talking to your parents”

“Yeah, you saw me and you asked me if I was okay. I just told you that I had had a fight with my friends. And you told me that I shouldn’t let anyone make me feel like I wasn’t good enough, that I was beautiful and strong and that they were only jealous of me. You told me to be myself and not change for anyone. You didn’t even know what had happened to me and you said exactly what I needed to hear”

“I hated seeing you like that”

“You were my hero that day and that’s when I realized that you weren’t just Elias’ best friend to me” she said smiling

“What are the odds that we both started liking each other the same day?”

“Sound like a story of a cheesy movie couple” she laughed

“We are a cheesy couple”

“You are cheesy, I just tolerate you”


Prompt:  OMG! I’ll be so sweet if you write something about how Sana and Yousef started to crushing on each other I mean in the first episode is pretty obvious that is not something recent. Pls pls

Hope you’ve liked it

Sorry if the date idea is lame, I’ve just been so blocked today and I couldn’t think about anything better

Thank you all for reading!♥

anonymous asked:

could you do prompt number 13 for peter? I love your writing btw!

ohhh man, I feel like I need to take a shower in holy water after this one, but the idea hit me as soon as I read the prompt and I had to run with it. I hope y'all like it 💖 

#13 “I-I just, I wasn’t expecting that. But I liked it. A lot.”

a/n: I want to really stress that due to the nature of the stuff happening in this fic as well as any of my other Peter fics, it’s being written in future tense where Peter is absolutely of age and at least, out of high school. in none of my stories is he a 15-year-old still in school unless I specify, and in which case it wouldn’t be so NSFW cause he’d still be a baby. it never crossed my mind but I’m going to start mentioning that now, so no one thinks this is about a minor.

also I changed the name for this after like two hours cause I can’t make up my mind sUE ME

Edges | One shot

“Uhhh… harder Peter!” she tightened her grip on his hair as she whimpered in his ear.

He grabbed her hips, holding her closer to him as he began pounding into her harder. The room was filled with the sounds of their moaning, and the sound of his headboard rocking against the wall. She let her hands travel over his body, her nails gently scratching his back as she moved further down, taking handfuls of his ass and pulling him deeper inside her. He felt her walls gripping him and he let out a loud groan, his head falling next to hers as he thrusted faster. Hooking her legs higher up on his hips, her hands remained on his ass, gently squeezing him. Wrapping an arm around her, he gently lifted her off the bed to angle himself better inside her, resting his other arm on the pillow to balance himself above her.

As he continued moving in and out of her wet sex, she reached down and grabbed his ass again, spreading him open gently, while she gently sucked on his neck. He began gyrating his hips against her as he felt her walls clamp down on him, when he felt something slip down between his cheeks, an area he’d never been touched in before.

“Babe, that’s-” He felt one of her digits slide over the ring of nerves, the sensation shooting through his muscles. His body immediately reacted to the foreign feeling and he flinched, squeezing himself around the intrusive object. He pulled himself away from his girl, jumping back on the bed.

“Are you alright?” she sat up, scooting closer to him and taking his face in her hands. “Did I hurt you?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m fine,” he stammered, running a hand through his hair.

“Are you sure?” she pressed. Truly she hadn’t thought to ask before moving on him like that, she’d let herself get caught in the heat of the moment. Not that they had never been adventurous in the bedroom before, but neither of them had yet to suggest anything involving… that.

“Babe I’m fine, I swear,” he chuckled. “I-I just, I wasn’t expecting that. But I liked it. A lot.”

“Y-You did?” she blinked in disbelief.

“Yeah,” he laughed. “At least I think I did.”
“Would you let me try it again?” she beamed, her eyes bright with excitement. He bit his lip as he contemplated her question. He’d never given any thought to it, mainly because no one had ever asked. But there was no one else he could ever trust more than her, and she looked eager to try it.

“Yeah why not,” he shrugged, smiling down at her. Her face split into a grin and she wrapped her arms around him, giving him a deep kiss.

“Go clean up,” she said, giving him another quick peck. “I’ll be right back.”

She hopped off the bed and scurried out the door. He slid off his bed and made his way to his bathroom, soaking a washcloth under warm water. He paused and stared at it for a few moments, before mumbling “fuck it” and hopping in the shower. Better thorough than sorry, right? A few minutes later he shut off the water and quickly dried himself with a clean towel before heading back to the bedroom, where he noticed his girlfriend was still absent. He flopped forward on the bed and rolled onto his back, and then rolled back onto his stomach, trying to decide which would be more comfortable for this.

Moments later, she returned with a bottle of lube in her hand. He eyed the object and her gaze followed his. She could tell he was nervous.

“This is just in case…” she held it up innocently, before tossing it next to him and crawling back on the bed. She rolled him onto his back, pressing her lips to his while she trailed her fingers up and down his torso.

“Are you ready?” she murmured against his lips.

He nodded warily, sliding his hand over hers.

“I’ll go slow, I promise. If you don’t like it, tell me and I’ll stop.” she reassured, kissing him again before moving down his body.

She started with something familiar, and took his member in her mouth, bobbing her head a few times before releasing him with a loud pop! Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she began working him in slow movements. Peter lied back, mouth hung open in bliss as she slowly stroked him, gently squeezing and rubbing the underside of his shaft with her thumb. Her hand was joined by her mouth as she closed her lips over his head, sucking gently as she swirled her tongue over him. A needy whine escaped his lips and she gazed up to see the sheen of sweat forming on his skin as his chest heaved, his hands gripping the bedsheets.

She began kissing the underside of his shaft, moving lower, lower, until she was at the base of his cock. She pushed his legs apart gently as her mouth moved lower, and he felt his stomach coiling with each flick of her tongue. He glanced down to find her watching him from between his legs, as her tongue ghosted over the ring of muscles, barely tapping it with her tongue. His breathing hitched as she alternated between it and the skin above it, taking her time and allowing him to adjust to the feeling. She adjusted her hands and spread him open with her thumbs, before moving in and placing a kiss directly on his asshole. His breathing hitched and his body stiffened, as he fought to keep himself from flinching away.

“You still good?” she asked, rubbing circles on his inner thigh with her thumb.

“Y-Yeah,” he stammered, “I-I’m good. Keep going.”

She gently kissed his thigh before moving back down, pulling him open again. She wasted no more time, diving in and licking a stripe over him. He let out a shaky whimper as she licked him again, rolling her tongue and teasing his entrance. He felt his muscles begin to relax as the feeling became more of a tingle, as her tongue continued to undulate over his hole. His nervous whimpering slowly became wanton moaning as he found himself enjoying the new sensation. He reached down and ran his fingers through her hair as she lapped at the little ring of nerves, dragging her tongue over it and gently pushing against him.

He felt her hand move from his thigh, over his hips as she pushed her tongue past his entrance. He groaned as she continued to slowly penetrate him.

“Mm, Peter,” she moaned, pulling away from him.

“Yeah?” he squeaked, lifting his head off the pillow to meet her eyes. Her middle finger was pressed against his asshole, biting her lip.

“Can I?” she wiggled her finger against him, signaling her intent to him.

“Mhm,” he nodded quickly, this time without much contemplation. “Do it.”

Removing her finger, she reached over to the previously discarded bottle of lube that was still lying next to them. Slicking up her finger, she rubbed the digit against his opening.

“Ready?” she asked.

“I’m ready,” he bit his lip, closing his eyes and relaxing his body as much as he could.

Using a small amount of pressure, she pressed her finger against his asshole, her fingertip pushing past his entrance.

He inhaled sharply at the intrusion, trying to relax his muscles to accompany the foreign object.

She paused for a moment, watching his reaction and letting him adjust around her before going further, adding the next section of her finger and slowly pulling it in and out. His muscles clenched around her as she moved her finger, feeling her way inside him until it had disappeared entirely.

He bit his lip again, stifling a small groan as she began moving her finger. She began thrusting in and out of him, pushing deeper into him each time. He let out a low groan as the familiar tingling feeling returned, and thrusted his hips down on her finger, pleasure sweeping over him.

She dipped her head down and began concentrating on the spot above his asshole as she continued fucking him, her tongue undulating over the sensitive skin. She heard a tiny whine escape his throat and she grinned, licking and sucking at him as she slid her hand down his hips. Keeping her free arm wrapped around his hip, she gently wrapped her fingers around his aching cock and began gently tugging upwards.

“Oh,” he breathed, his hips involuntarily bucking. The familiar feeling of her hand on his cock accompanied by her finger inside him created another new feeling in his abdomen, and he could feel the heat growing with each stroke of her hand, and thrust of her finger.

Twisting her hand as it moved up and down his shaft, she returned her mouth to the spot above his asshole, flicking her tongue over it as she thrusted her finger into him harder. Peter writhed underneath her, letting out guttural sounds he didn’t even know he was capable of as he rolled his hips over her finger, angling himself just enough for her to slide even further inside him.

Curling her finger inside him, she felt herself brush against something, and Peter let out the loudest, unrestrained cry she’d ever heard him make. Taken back by the noise and half-afraid she had hurt him, she began pulling out of him.

“No no no,” he pleaded, his voice thick with desperation. “Do it again, please oh my god, do it again.”

Reaching for the bottle of lube again, she pulled away and he whined at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Lubricating her finger a bit more, she brushed the pad of her finger at his asshole again.

“You want me to make you feel good again?” she teased, dipping in and out of him with her fingertip.

“Oh my god, please,” he begged. “Please please please, make me feel good again.”

Sitting upright to get a better look at him, she forced her finger back inside, fucking him mercilessly as she tugged at his cock with her free hand. Peter’s mouth fell open as her finger slid in and out of him, brushing against his sweet spot each time. Obscenities began spilling from his lips as the heat in his abdomen continued to grow with each brush of her finger, coaxing him closer to the edge of oblivion.

“M-M’gonna come,” he cried out, gripping the pillow underneath his head. “God, I’m gonna come!”

She felt his dick twitching in her hand and she knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. Brushing her thumb over his slit, she dipped her head down and replaced her hand with her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as she rubbed her finger against the sweet spot inside him.

Peter swore he could see stars as he released a final, passionate cry and bucked his hips off the bed, the tip of his cock brushing the back of her throat as he came in spurts. She held her finger still as she sucked him off, his orgasm dripping down her throat. He came for what felt like minutes, wave after wave of pleasure hitting him as he continued to buck his hips up towards her mouth again, spilling himself into her again as she eagerly took every drop of him.

When he’d finally come down from bliss and the stars faded from his vison, she gently pulled her finger out of him and he collapsed on the bed, soaked in sweat and panting heavily. She gently rubbed his thigh and he tugged at her arm, pulling her down to him as he leaned up to kiss her.

“Ah,” she quickly moved away. “Not yet. I’m not kissin’ you with ass mouth.”

He grinned and exhaled sharply, too exhausted to protest, silently thankful she hadn’t forgotten where her mouth had just been like he did. She hopped off the bed and moved to the bathroom, washing her hands thoroughly and rinsing her mouth with mouthwash. She returned to the bedroom with a warm washcloth and began cleaning him up, gently pecking his lips.

“Holy shit,” he rasped, feeling his heart still pounding in his chest.

“Shhh, I’ve got you.” She whispered, sliding into bed next to him and laying his head against her chest.

“I-I didn’t think I would like that,” he chuckled. “Not that much at least.”

“Thank you for letting me try it,” she leaned down, kissing his forehead and trailing her fingers up and down his arm. “I didn’t think you would let me.”

“Fuck babe,“ he mumbled against her skin, feeling himself already beginning to doze off. “You can do whatever you want to me.”