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wintfleur · 2 months

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👩🏻‍🎨 ͡ ꒱ STELLAS RELATIONSHIP WITH RUTGER

au masterlist — you can find asks under #💌stellahughes!

°. — asks about stella and rut are under #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🩷୧˚ stella & rut!

°. — smutty asks about Stella and rut are under #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨💒୧˚ smutty stella & rut!

°. — STELLA AND RUTGER!

°. — BASICS!

When did they meet Stella and Rutger first met in 2022, they were both freshmans and luke introduced them at a party.

When was there first date, and who asked Rutger asked Stella on a date after many months of crushing on her, they had their first date in late February. (2023)

When did they start dating, and who asked They had been going on dates and practically dating since March, they just didn't make it official official until April 1st, when Stella asked him to be her boyfriend (2023)

When did everyone find out Everyone found out on Thanksgiving when stella posted a instagram story with a picture of rutger with the caption being ‘Most thankful for him”

Who said I love you first Rutger was the one who said I love you first.

More backstory of them Even though it took them a while to make it official, they basically were dating since march. They were doing things all couples do, just in secret. Stella was starting to feel insecure that they hadn't made it official and she couldn't wait anymore, she had sent him a text to come to her dorm. He had rushed over, thinking something was wrong by how she texted him. But he was very much happily surprised when as soon as he walked through her door she blurted out ‘be my boyfriend…please’

°. — DETAILS!

Their tropes sunshine x sunshine, brother’s friend x friends little sister, golden retriever bf x orange cat gf

Their love languages stella’s; physical touch, words of affirmation, acts of service. rutger’s; physical touch, gift giving, acts of service.

Their favorite sleep position as long as they are touching their good, they alternate between the little and big spoon positions, rutger likes laying on his back so Stella is pretty much just curled up against him.

Their pet names for each other rutger; pretty girl, baby, my girl, kitten. Stella; lovey, baby, love bug, stud.

Their couple songs The Only Exception by Paramore & I’m yours & eyes don’t lie by Isabel LaRosa

Their contact names for each other rutger; “pretty girl 🩷” Stella; “lovey 🩵”

Their first impressions of each other when rutger first met stella he immediately noticed her smile, she had given him a shy smile as she stood next to her older brother, holding onto his arm so she wouldn't get lost when they walked through the packed house. She was shy, but very friendly and kind. When Stella first met rutger she had noticed his laugh, he was laughing with luca when her and luke walked over to them. She quickly noticed that she liked the sound of his laugh throughout the night as they talked.

°. — FUNFACTS!

𐙚 They kept their relationship a secret for 8 months

𐙚 They both see each other in there future, wanting to marry and grow old together!

𐙚 Rutger is very confident about himself and their relationship, but he can’t help but get jealous and possessive sometimes with how many people flirt and want Stella.

𐙚 They are each other’s good luck charm!

𐙚 Stella has a necklace with the letter R and a necklace with the number 2 on it, both given to her by Rutger.

𐙚 Rutger has a superstition where he can’t play a game without having Stella’s initial somewhere on his stick.

𐙚 Stella loves making playlists for Rutger

𐙚 Rutgers family absolutely love Stella so much, she has a great relationship with them!

𐙚 Stella’s family also love Rutger! Rutger has a great relationship with her parents and brothers!

𐙚 Rutger loves driving Stella around even though she knows how to drive

𐙚 Rutgers loves when Stella draws/paints him! He keeps all of her art work that she gives him

𐙚 Stella loves playing hockey with Rutger at the rink!

𐙚 They love playing video games together! They have their own Minecraft world together, and a ton of pets that Stella calls their children.

𐙚 Rutger rented a cabin for a week and the two of them went away for a vacation.

𐙚 They love hot tubs! Have been caught a few times making out in them . . .

𐙚 They love making silly TikTok’s together!

𐙚 they are so clingy to each other

𐙚 they have a diner that means a lot to them, they went there for the first date and they are now regulars, the owner absolutely love them!

𐙚 Rutger is extremely protective of Stella!

𐙚 they have already planned there wedding . . . and how many kids they want and what they would name them.

𐙚 they have weekly movie nights!

𐙚 Rutger loves how sensitive Stella is!

𐙚 on the off season Rutger is quite the stoner

𐙚 high make out sessions all the time during off season!

𐙚 They will always support each other!

𐙚 Are always being teased by ruts teammates and their friends for being the best couple and how clingy they are!

𐙚 They are the it couple!

𐙚 Rutger always has his eyes on her during party’s, loving to watch Stella dance with her friends(and to make sure she’s safe), and dance with her!

𐙚 most of the time at party’s there up in a room or closet making out

𐙚 they both have a high libido

𐙚 they are so touchy omg

𐙚 could make out for hours!

𐙚 they are always texting whenever one of them is out of state.

𐙚 they both have a great relationship with each others friends!

𐙚 They love going to the drive inn for dates!

°. — THEIR THINGS!

𐙚 making out in elevators

𐙚 feeling safe in each others arms

𐙚 playing footsies under every table they sit at

𐙚 immediately looking at each other whenever they hear or see something outrageous

𐙚 sharing the food they order

𐙚 slapping each others ass

𐙚 rutger helping stella paint her nails

𐙚 pausing the movie/show a billion times so they can talk about what just happened

𐙚 staring into each others eyes

𐙚 sending each other cute pictures/videos of animals

𐙚 shotgunning into each others mouth

𐙚 singing love songs to each other on there late night drives

𐙚 pulling each other closer in crowds

𐙚 building Lego sets together

𐙚 putting there hands into each others back pockets

𐙚 falling asleep in hammocks

𐙚 always finding a way to mention each other

𐙚 binge watching criminal minds, the walking dead, pretty little liars and gossip girl

𐙚 longgg naps

𐙚 making homemade pizzas

𐙚 Study dates !!!!

𐙚 drinking hot chocolate and doing crossword puzzles

°. — THE INTERNETS FAVORITE MOMENTS!

﹕─┈ the internet absolutely loves all the TikTok’s they make together! They always go viral !!

﹕─┈ how Rutger always finds a way to mention Stella!

﹕─┈ when Stella’s brothers mention Stella and Rutger

﹕─┈ when they go to hockey games together and they always get put on the big screen!

﹕─┈ all the pictures that are taken of the couple, especially the ones when they share a big kiss after his games!

﹕─┈ the pictures of Rutger being seen at almost all of her competitions!

﹕─┈ when Luke talked about his summer and mentioned Stella and Rutger and them at the lake house!

﹕─┈ when Rutger was accidentally seen in the back ground of a umich video in the locker room with his shirt off, a few hickeys seen on his v-line

﹕─┈ how giggly and happy Stella gets when she’s asked about her relationship on podcasts

﹕─┈ just how in love they are really!

﹕─┈ when Gavin accidentally spilled on a live he didn’t get much sleep the night before because the people next door at the hotel were being ‘loud’ winky face . . . fans found out he was talking about Stella and rut

°. — LOCKSCREENS!

Rutger’s;

Rutger took this when the two went exploring so she could take some pictures, Rutger took this picture and ever since Stella sent it to him it’s been his lock screen since !

Stella’s;

The person Stella became once these pictures came out, like she drove her friends crazy with how much she talked about them. And poor rutger was so flustered (he loved it) with how much Stella complimented him.

°. — MOODBOARD!

a/n ﹒ I really wanna make an n.sfw version ! I’d just need some ideas. If you have some, please feel free to send them in my inbox, please just clarify that it would be for the n.sfw profile !!!

°. — taglist ( @privatemythss @cixrosie @toasttt11 )

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clemswinecorner-socials · 11 months

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monaco, baby [cn, jmc]

Maybe not your usual relationship, but still a good one ;)

Yourusername

Monaco

liked by clementnovalak, alice.blows and others

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posted june 15th, 2023

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London, UK

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posted june 23rd, 2023

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posted july 10th, 2023

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posted august 13th, 2023

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sgntr · 5 months

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Adventure 7 - The Unexpected Unicorn

I use to swipe on tinder last time to find girls. Even though the chances are low with all the feminist no fwb, no dtf captions, I did get some matches. They were not super hot but I do not discriminate okay.

One interesting experience came from all this. I was just going about my night after school when I received a notification from tinder. I was surprised as it seems someone actually texted me first. I thought it was probably cat fish but went ahead and had a look at the profile.

It was actually a couple profile and they were looking for a unicorn. I did not know what a unicorn was so I went to search. I came to find out that a unicorn is just a third person that joins the couple in a threesome.

I still could not believe it and still thought it was a scam. We texted back and forth and they asked to meet that night.

I still was not sure of where I was going. But when I arrived, it was stunned at just how nice the house was. It was a landed property drive way and everything. Not important but I was just stunned haha

I was greeted at the door by the couple and they introduced themselves. The guy was white (Brad) and the girl was asian (Michelle). They were in their regular pjs and invited me in. They asked me to go shower while and meet in one of the rooms.

I did as instructed and after I was done showering, I went to the room. Michelle was already inside and she was wearing skimpy lingerie. Her tits were not very big but she was toned and had a nice ass. Probably does a lot of squats.

"Come over here."

I walked over and she started kissing me. At this moment I finally believed it was not a scam and felt more relaxed. I moved my hands down to her chest and flicked her nipples around. Michelle started moaning and breathing into my mouth when i did that.

I then undid my towel and my erected dick was exposed. I pushed her down as she some eye level with my cock. She did not resist and when she was about to go in to suck it, I pulled her head back to stop her.

"You like what you see?"

She nodded.

"Well you can start at the balls and earn your way up to the shaft"

"mmmmm, yes master"

She went down and sucked on my balls one at a time, alternating between left and right while i was stroking my cock over her face. Once the balls were coated with her saliva, she moved upwards and when she reached the head, I shoved it in without warning. That made her choke and tear a little.

I sat down and got comfortable as she continued bobbing her head up and down my shaft. This went on for a while and the door suddenly open. It was her husband who just finished his shower coming to join.

My natural reflex pulled her head out and covered my dick.

"Hahaha how cute. Dont worry about him" Michelle said as she continued her blowjob.

"Don't worry about me, you just do your thing. Its rare Michelle has not made our guest cum yet."

Brad undid his towel and his dick was already hard as well. Tbh if was abit awkward looking at someone else's dick. But Michelle was doing such a good job that I was not really bothered by it.

Brad kneeled down behind his wife and just thrusted his dick in. I remember clearly there was little to no reaction from Michelle as she continued sucking my cock like nothing happened. She continued and maintained eye contact with me which was quite hot.

After a few moments, she changed position and she turned around. I was still sat comfortably in my seat and she put my dick into her. This time, an audible moan was heard. I could feel my dick struggling to fit inside her. Her tight pussy was getting stretched as she was stroking her husbands dick.

After more of her juices coated my dick, it eventually got smoother. Her thick ass were giggling around as she rode me. My hands could barely grasp them. I spanked her a few times leaving my red hand print on her ass. I was not sure what was happening infront. But moments later, he stopped and left the room.

Turns out, he already came and she swallowed so as not to make me touch his mess. How considerate.

"Here is were the fun begins" she said as the door closed.

She turned around and started slurping up and down my cock. it got super sloppy with her saliva all over the place and the suction was intense. Coupled with the tongue action, I was already on the edge. Then she got up and wanted to ride me. But i had other plans and threw her on the sofa and got on top of her before thrusting my dick into her.

"Fk youre so big. my pussy is getting stretched by you"

"I can feel it" I put my hand to her throat and choked her.

"I probably can't feel my husband anymore after this"

"haha youre too kind. but thats not my problem" I slapped her across the face and continued "you like it rough?"

"yes master"

"ooo i like the sound of that. say it again" another slap went across

"yes master!"

I pounded her hard a few more times before she announced the she was gonna cum. I was also about to cum but I did not want to stop. I did all i can to hold it in and at the very last moment, pulled out and sprayed my seeds all over her.

"mmmmm" she licked her cum filled fingers.

I was panting hard and sweating.

"I havent cum so hard in so long. Also havent had an asian dick in a long while" she smiled as she continued wiping up the cum on her body with her hands and licked it up. I was pretty happy with my performance at that age.

I showered again and they booked me a cab home. I thought that was it until.... (stay tuned)

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If you like to hear more, do give this post a like and rebolg. You can also follow to keep updated. I will do my best to post but adventures take time hahaha

#sgntr #sgntr michelle

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landhoehoehoe · 2 years

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monaco blues - Marcus Armstrong

At first I think I have to apologize to whoever asked for the Dennis fic because I have decided to put it on ice for a while until I actually like what I'm writing again, sorry for that :(

Here's a lil Marcus fic, including smut, unprotected sex (pls don't do that in real life!) and fluff :)

Marcus Armstrong x reader; As Marcus returns to Monaco for the F2 race he keeps an eye out for a certain someone who had made his previous visit an unforgettable experience

You had had sex multiple times that night: The night you should have regretted immediately afterwards.

But how could you possibly regret a night in which you had had multiple orgasms without having to fake it once, though?

Why should you have regretted it anyways?

Maybe because the guy you had hooked up with was none other than Marcus Armstrong, as you had only found out the next morning.

Your social media had already been overflowing: someone had spotted Marcus leaving the club in Monte Carlo with you in his arm.

The caption had made you stop in your tracks:

“Spotted: Marcus Armstrong leaving the Royal Club in Monte Carlo with mystery girl #5 on his arm… seems like the Kiwi is really enjoying his holidays ;)”

Seeing that post on Instagram had given you enough reason to regret the whole night, sneaking out of his hotel room as quiet and fast as possible.

After that shocking revelation it came as no surprise that you were enraged.

First: He had lied to you about who he was.

Second: You hated being another number on his list.

Another girl he had successfully seduced into pleasuring him. So obviously all that rage quickly focused on him, keeping him in your mind for weeks to come even though all you wanted to do was forget about him. Him. Marcus Armstrong.

Kiwi F2 driver, not an ordinary engineer like he had told you.

The man who had you a moaning mess beneath him the whole night.

Often times you’d dream of him… of his hands on your body, his lips in all the right places and his damn raspy voice.

It had made you furious that your were somehow still constantly reminded of his existence when you were so determined to delete him from your memory forever.

As time passed though, you found yourself thinking about that night less frequently, finally managing to banish Marcus into the darkest depths of your mind.

Weeks and months flew by, you were buried deep in your studies and barely had any time or piece of mind to spare for him.

Your primary rage had finally died down, being able to cope with all the Formula 2 pages on Instagram still tagging you in Marcus-related photos.

Thankfully your account had been set to private from the beginning so no one could actually see your photos and you had had the great joy of declining Marcus’ follow request the morning after.

So things were looking up for you again, especially since you had just taken your last exam before summer break in May.

You were on your way back home on your bike, riding through the streets of Monaco with your bag over your shoulder and the biggest smile on your face when suddenly you had to stop.

The road was closed.

You frowned, before asking the man standing behind the barrier what was going on.

“I’m sorry, Miss, but you cannot go through here. Tomorrow’s the first day of the Monaco Grand Prix. Important people will be coming and going constantly.”, he shrugged with an apologetic smile.

You sighed.

It was just your luck: Having to take an alternative route around the paddock area which would take you an additional ten minutes.

And that was when you saw it: A huge truck with the Formula 2 logo on it passing the barrier.

No. It couldn’t be.

“Excuse me, sir. Is Formula 2 racing here this weekend as well?”

Your heart dropped when the man nodded.

If Formula 2 was here, he was here too.

Suddenly there was a weird sour taste on your tongue, the huge smile from earlier wiped off your face just like that.

Today was supposed to be such a good day but instead you were slapped in the face by something Marcus-related yet again.

Great.

You thanked the man behind the barrier and took the alternative route, not able to stop your mind from already making up the wildest scenarios of possible ways of meeting Marcus again.

Under no circumstances did you want to see him again, no matter how good the sex had been. You could feel the anger building up inside you again just reliving the morning after.

Finding out he had been lying to you, exposing you to the media without you knowing.

So the decision was clear: This next weekend would be spent at home, only occasionally leaving your apartment to go get food. Because you knew just how easy it was running into someone in the small streets of Monte Carlo, so you would not take the risk of encountering him.

However, your best friend had other plans.

That same evening she would not stop talking you into going out with her.

Of course, all of your friends had taken their last exam today, too, so there was a good reason to celebrate.

You had also wanted nothing more but to go out again after having spent many many evenings studying at home. But that was before you had found out Marcus was in the same town as you again.

Somehow your best friend still managed to drag you to the club, though. The night was spent always keeping a watchful eye out for a certain Kiwi, but you were in luck.

Everything went smoothly and you actually allowed yourself to have fun again.

Only then did you realize how stupid your fear of meeting Marcus had been. You shouldn’t have to be afraid of meeting him, in fact it should be the other way around.

Because if you ever saw him again so help you god would you give him a piece of your mind. And it would not be pretty.

So thanks to your new mindset and confidence you found yourself in the club once again on Sunday night after the Monaco Grand Prix.

You were already a few drinks deep, dancing with your girl friends in the middle of the club, the alcohol taking away any shame you might have felt when grinding your hips against your best friend’s.

She let her hands wander over your body seductively, from your short top over the white skirt you had thrown on.

It looked hot, no question in that, but what you didn’t know at that point was that he was watching.

Marcus had been watching you the whole time, from when you’d first stepped into the club to now. Of course he had hoped to see you again, after waking up to an empty bed a few months ago.

At first he had been confused as to why you had left without saying anything, then it had dawned on him what had happened and he immediately cursed himself for being so stupid to think lying to you would be a good idea.

Sadly, one look at his phone had confirmed his worries.

Although it was helpful that the internet had so quickly found your Instagram account, it had been a slap in the face when you had declined his follow request.

There had been some horrible headlines out there and he had wanted nothing more than to explain everything to you.

Yes, he had been hooking up with different girls almost every night during that trip but that had immediately stopped after your night together.

Because the moment he had laid eyes on you he knew he was done for.

Everything about you was perfect, leaving him with the want for more.

He wanted all of you, not just the amazing sex.

But it had been too late and so Marcus had been left with his own memories of that night, replaying it over and over in his mind.

So naturally you were all he could focus on when he realized you were in the same club as him, dancing only a few meters away from him, having the time of your life.

You looked hotter than ever, unholy thoughts racing in his mind immediately.

His weekend had been one of his best ones in Formula 2 so far so his mood had been good already, but seeing you really was the icing on the cake.

He just had to wait for the right moment to finally talk to you… and maybe have another drink to boost his confidence. Because he had no idea how to approach you.

You were so unpredictable, Marcus couldn’t for the life of him read you.

“Mate, check out Clem, he’s wasted!”, Felipe exclaimed, throwing his arm around Marcus, pulling Marcus’ attention away from you momentarily.

An amused smile found its way onto Marcus’ face as he watched Felipe run over to Clem to hand him another drink.

Felipe really was a nightmare friend to party with, Marcus had understood that fairly quickly.

With a grin still on his face, Marcus turned his head back to you, searching for a white skirt in the crowd…. And his face dropped.

Your white skirt was no longer pushed up against the girl you had been dancing with but another guy’s hand was snaked around your waist, your back turned towards Marcus.

He could feel the jealousy bubbling up almost immediately until he noticed that your arms were indeed not around the guy’s neck.

Instead, you were awkwardly trying to wriggle yourself out of his grip. Relief flushed through Marcus, but the stranger did not get your message, bringing you closer to him again.

That was it.

Marcus downed his own drink, making his way across the dance floor to where you were standing.

His hands found their way around your waist, the movement feeling so natural to him.

“Having fun, babe?”

Both you and the other guy looked at him with equal confusion, both your eyes widening at the same time as the two of you recognized him.

“You’re…”, the guy muttered, immediately letting go of you. Marcus squeezed your waist, hoping to relax you.

“Marcus Armstrong, yes. If you’d please stop harassing my girlfriend that would be very kind of you.”, Marcus gave the stranger a friendly but deadly smile, making him turn around to quickly disappear after a quick apology.

As soon as the guy was gone you pulled Marcus’ arms off your hips, turning around with a displeased look on your face. Yes, you were thankful the other guy was gone but you did not like the guy standing in front of you now either.

“Since when am I your girlfriend, huh?”, you scoffed, crossing your arms.

“Since other guys are touching you.”, Marcus responded taken aback.

“Well goodbye then, babe.”, you gave him a fake smile before turning around to disappear into the crowd.

However he reacted quickly, grabbing your arm to spin you around once again.

“Wait! Can we at least talk?”

You let out a sarcastic laugh.

“About what? The fact that you lied to me or the fact that the whole world knows I slept with you?”

Marcus knew you were right.

“I’m sorry. I truly am. I just panicked when I first saw you because you looked so fucking gorgeous and I didn’t want to fuck it up…”, he stammered, talking fast because he didn’t know how much longer you’d still talk to him.

“But you did. You fucked up everything, Marcus.”, you sounded hurt and Marcus hated that he was the reason for it.

“I know…I never meant for any of it to happen, I swear, but…this is me asking you for a second chance. Please.”, he looked down at his hand on your arm, then back at you.

You didn’t know what to say, your brain not functioning properly anymore from the alcohol.

All you knew was that you definitely didn’t hate him even though every part of you wanted you to hate him.

And you should… but you didn’t.

“You lied to me.”, you took a step towards him, looking into his eyes.

“Thanks to you I still get messages from random people on the internet on a daily basis.”, another step towards him.

You were now close enough to feel his hot breath as he looked down at you, not daring to break the eye contact. “Thanks to you my standards are so fucking high when it comes to sex.”, your drunken mind took over as your hand came up to his chest, feeling his heart beating almost as fast as your own did.

Neither of you knew what was going to happen next, yet you both knew exactly where you’d end up this night.

“I fucking hate you.”, both your hands now rested against his chest, still keeping the eye contact. Marcus gulped audibly.

“And I hate that I still want you.”

Then you stood on your tiptoes, your hands finding his neck to pull him down to finally connect your lips. Marcus didn’t need much time to adjust, his hands naturally finding your waist again, pulling you into him tightly.

When his tongue slipped into your mouth you unfortunately had to admit how much you had missed this feeling of absolute electricity and excitement flowing through your body.

A feeling only Marcus’ touch could evoke.

Your hands started playing with his hair while his hands found your ass, occasionally slipping under the skirt, making you moan into his mouth.

Marcus could feel himself getting hard within seconds, which wasn’t a surprise to him seeing as he’d pleasured himself many times thinking of you in the past couple of months.

“You wanna go somewhere else?”, you whispered into the kiss, Marcus nodding immediately.

You pulled apart and he looked at you again with…adoration in his eyes?

Then he took your hand in his, leading you out of the club, where a lot of people where currently waiting for taxis to arrive.

As you waited for your taxi in the cold, away from any curious eyes, you let go of his hand to hug yourself, spending you some warmth. Monaco at night could be freezing, especially when you were only in a short top and skirt.

Marcus noticed your shivering, but didn’t have a jacket to offer you since he’d only come in his shirt.

“Come here, you’re freezing.”, he pulled you close to him, encasing you in his arms delicately. Your hands rested against his chest as you looked up at him.

Only then did you realize that it was going to hurt like hell, leaving him tomorrow, knowing he would forget about you soon enough.

“What are you thinking about?”, he smirked, giving you a peck to the lips.

Quickly you shook off your sadness and intrusive thoughts because you didn’t want to show your vulnerability, shaking your head.

“Nothing..it’s just cold.”, you forced a smile on your face before burying your head in his chest to avoid his gaze. Marcus knew something was off by the tone of your voice and the half smile you had put on, he just couldn’t pinpoint it, which is why he decided to let it go.

If you wanted to tell him, eventually you would.

Then Marcus got a text.

“Our taxi isn’t going to be here for another thirty minutes, they’ve blocked some roads.”, he groaned, letting his head fall back. You chewed on your lip, looking back up at him.

“We could go to my place..”, you suggested shyly, catching his attention.

Obviously he hadn’t considered that option yet.

“It’s only a five minute walk from here.”, you added, watching as he contemplated the option.

Then he nodded, letting you take the lead while he intertwined your fingers again.

On your way to the apartment the tension and anticipation almost became unbearable so it came as no surprise that Marcus had you pushed up against the nearest wall, kissing you deeply as soon as you had closed the door behind him.

You moaned as he pressed himself against you, feeling his erection against your core.

Your hands toyed with his hair, pulling slightly at his roots as he moved from your lips to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses everywhere.

He sucked and bit at your neck, making you writhe under his touch while his hands roamed your body, coming to a hold at your ass.

He had so desperately been craving to touch you for the past months, he felt like an addict.

First he lifted one of your legs around his waist, gripping your thigh as if you were his own personal drug: not able to get enough of you, of your body. “Jump.”, he whispered into your ear, his free hand already on its way to your other thigh. When you wrapped both your legs around him, he pushed you into the wall even further to hoist you up properly.

His face was now at the perfect height to attack your cleavage, kissing and sucking his way to your nipples.

“Marcus..”, you moaned, your mind already hazy.

He responded by finally reaching his hand under your skirt, pushing your underwear aside quickly.

Your hips bucked into him at his touch, making him smirk against your skin because he knew he had full control over you.

“Already so wet for me?”, he asked, cockily leaning his head back to look at you. You rolled your eyes.

“Just shut up and touch me.”, you pulled his head towards you again, connecting your lips to a fiery kiss. However, he decided to tease you a little while longer, letting his digits ghost over your clit.

“What’s the magic word, darling?”, he smirked once again, enjoying your frustrated expression. You weren’t going to give in to his dominance play though. At least not yet.

“If you won’t touch me I can gladly touch myself.”, you replied, trying to free yourself from his grip.

Marcus was quick to tighten his grip though, giving you a challenging look as he pressed you against the wall harder.

“We both know it wouldn’t be the same though.”, he started peppering your neck with kisses, your body reacting to his touch automatically, arching your back towards him even though you didn’t want to.

You could feel him smile against the crook of your neck, so you pulled his hair back rather harshly, forcing him to lean his head back with a groan.

As you kept him from kissing you it was now your turn to smirk at him.

“Fine. No touching means no kissing then.”

Marcus scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“You know you can be a fucking brat sometimes.”

To this you only smiled, knowing you had him right where you wanted because you noticed his gaze wandering in-between your tits and eyes again, hungry for your skin.

“Are you gonna touch me then?”, you asked impatiently, batting your eyelashes at him innocently all while stilling having a grip on his hair, keeping him at a safe distance.

You thought he was about to give in, lose this battle, but you had been wrong.

Instead of finally pushing his fingers inside you, he placed you back down, letting go of your hips. Confused, you went to say something but were quickly cut off by him grabbing your hips, turning you around to push your front to the wall, his cock now pressing against your ass.

However, you couldn’t help but smile.

You liked it when Marcus gave you the control but you loved his dominant side even more.

Of course Marcus didn’t miss your smile either, letting out a small laugh.

“That’s what I thought.”

As you weren’t really in a position to touch him yourself, your only option was grinding against his cock as best as you could.

Marcus let out a heavy breath which didn’t go unnoticed by you.

His hand wrapped around your hair, holding you in place as his other hand wandered up your ass under your skirt.

He flipped the skirt up, exposing your ass to him so that he could lay a sharp slap to your ass, making you gasp.

“That’s for not following orders, darling.”, he tsked, soothing the spot with his hand.

“Look so good for me tonight.”, he groaned, taking in the view of your half naked ass.

“Only for you..”, you hoped to get him to touch you again.

Unimpressed, Marcus let out a raspy laugh.

“No shit, this pussy is mine.”, suddenly his hand came around your waist to cup your pussy, making your hips buck into his hand. “Please, Marcus..”, you moaned, throwing all of your previous intentions out of the window to finally beg for him.

“Please what? Use your words, love.”, Marcus had a cocky smirk plastered on his face again, knowing he’d won this round.

You rolled your eyes but decided to surrender, being too desperate for his touch.

“Please touch me, Marcus. Need your fingers inside me.”

That was all it took to have Marcus’ fingers pull your slip aside, this time wasting no time in entering you.

You pressed your ass even further against his cock at the sensation, making him grow even harder.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”, he asked with a smug look on his face, moving his fingers faster inside you while his hand that was in your hair came around to cup your chin.

He turned your face to look back at him, giving you a sloppy kiss of appreciation.

Then his hand went to massage your clit, pulling another loud moan from you.

“Not sure how much longer I can last…”, you gasped, feeling the familiar knot tighten in your stomach. Marcus sped up his fingers just until your head fell back onto his shoulder: The sign that you were about to cum.

So he pulled his fingers out of you quickly, leaving you frustrated and empty.

“Marcus..”, you cried out immediately, a tear falling from your eye over the ruined orgasm.

But Marcus only rolled his eyes.

“Will you stop whining?”, he retorted in a rather annoyed voice, pulling down your skirt and panties as well as his own pants.

You waited in anticipation as Marcus stroked his rock hard cock before he let it glide through your folds.

He pushed you back against the wall, his free hand around your neck. Your legs wanted to give out from the sensation of the ruined orgasm still looming over you, but Marcus held you in place firmly.

Even now he couldn’t stop the teasing though: not entering you yet, even though he saw your pleading face, his own dick twitching in his hand.

He let his cock swipe through your folds again, gathering all your wetness before finally pushing into you.

The moan you let out as he entered you was a sound Marcus would replay often times when he’d pleasure himself in the future.

For a moment he stilled his movements, giving you enough time to adjust. “Ready?”, as he kissed the spot beneath your ear you shivered, nodding eagerly.

“Want you to fuck-”, you replied, the rest of your sentence being lost in a moan because he started thrusting into you at a steady fast pace.

Your mouth hang wide open, feeling him grab your ass tightly, guiding your hips towards his cock while he pounded into you.

“Oh fuck.”, he hissed when you clenched around him, his hand coming up to your neck to pull your back against him.

The new angle had him hitting all the right spots inside you, making your legs shake.

“You like that?”, he smirked, applying light pressure to your neck.

However your brain wasn’t exactly able to form sentences right now so you didn’t answer, giving him a moan instead. But that didn’t satisfy Marcus.

He squeezed your neck harder, his other hand finding your clit while he kept his relentless pace.

“Answer me.”, he growled into your ear, a squeal escaping your lips as he pressed his fingers against your clit.

“Yes. Fuck yes!”, you exclaimed as he filled you up completely, pushing you further against the wall again as he stilled his movements inside you.

“That’s my girl.”, he smiled contently, continuing thrusting into you again.

He had you right where he wanted and you both knew it.

“Now be a good girl and cum all over my cock, yeah?”, his fingers played with your clit, feeling your walls tighten around his cock once again in response.

You couldn’t see it but he was truly struggling not to cum before you because the feeling of you around his cock was a feeling like no other.

So he sped his fingers up, rubbing circles on your clit whilst your legs almost gave out under you.

He noticed you struggling to stand on your own quickly, his hand that had grabbed your neck now finding its way back to your hip, holding you in place.

“Wish you could see yourself right now: Taking my cock so well, such a slut for me.”, he grunted, knowing his words were all you needed to send you over the edge.

And he was right: A string of curse words fell from your mouth before he felt you clenching around him, riding out your high.

It took everything in him not to cum inside you right then when you were milking his cock so good, but tonight he wanted your mouth.

Wanted to see you on your knees for him.

When he felt you coming down from your high, he pulled out of you, turning you around to him. You already knew what he wanted, giving him a lazy kiss before getting on your knees.

His cock was painfully hard and dripping from your own wetness. Quickly you sucked him clean, tasting your own juices.

Then you started to take him into your mouth fully, bobbing your head up and down his shaft. Marcus’ hands gripped your hair, holding it back into a makeshift ponytail as he threw his head back at the feeling of your lips around his cock.

It was the most incredible feeling and a feeling Marcus didn’t ever want to miss again.

He looked back down at you, giving him the best head of his life all while looking so fucking beautiful.

“That’s it, darling.”, he praised, his dick twitching in your mouth as you moaned around him.

“Gonna fuck your face, yeah?”, he waited until you nodded before he started moving his hips to hit the very back of your throat with his tip.

Even though tears were falling from your eyes and your were already gagging you held on to his thighs, knowing this was all he needed to cum.

And just as you had predicted, he came only moments later, you swallowing his cum without hesitation.

“Fuck, baby…”, he cursed, running a hand through his hair.

When he came down from his high, he pulled you back up on your feet, holding your waist tightly because he knew your legs were still shaking.

He sent you a beaming, fucked out smile before kissing you in the softest way possible.

No dominance play, no lip biting, only his soft lips on yours and his hands around your waist. It made you melt right into his touch, leaning against him as your hands held on to his neck.

You squealed when he suddenly picked you up, wrapping your legs around his torso automatically.

With your help, he managed to navigate around your apartment and eventually find your bedroom to lay you down on your bed.

Just seeing the hungry look he gave you as he towered over you was enough to make you horny again, knowing exactly this wouldn’t be the last time you’d be screaming his name tonight.

The sun shone through your half-closed blinds, making you blink.

In your half asleep state you replayed yesterday’s events, mentally preparing yourself to wake up to an empty bed.

It would hurt like a bitch, that was for sure.

But you couldn’t really blame Marcus for leaving, because you had done the exact same thing to him.

And besides, you guys weren’t even together so he really had no reason to spend more time with you than necessary.

It wasn’t until you heard a deep grumbling sound behind you that you noticed the arm draped around your waist, pulling you close towards Marcus’ chest.

He had stayed?

Confused, you turned around in his arms to look at him.

He had been sleeping before, but thanks to your sudden movement he started blinking, too, until he could open his eyes fully.

“Good morning.”, he smiled when he saw you looking at him.

You worked your brain overtime but still didn’t understand the reasoning behind Marcus still laying here with you.

“Why are you still here?”

That was about all you could say at the moment.

Yesterday you had been so sure that this was going to be another one night stand with ties being cut between the two of you again the next morning.

Marcus’ smile dropped, an insecure look on his face now.

“Should I leave?”, he asked, a trace of disappointment in his voice, which confused you even more.

“No, don’t!”, quickly your hand came up to cup his face.

“I mean…er…you can leave.. if you want to.”, you added, just as insecure as Marcus, beginning to take your hand off his face again.

But Marcus held your hand in place, kissing the inside of your hand.

“No, no. I don’t want to..If that’s ok with you..”

You couldn’t help but laugh, making Marcus frown in confusion.

“My god, we really are stupid, aren’t we?”, your laughter made Marcus’ frown turn into a wide smile again.

He pulled you even closer into him, connecting your lips to a kiss.

And it just felt so right that you knew you couldn’t let him go. Not today, not ever again.

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trulybetty · 5 months

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dec' x 28 - snowman

Prompt: snowman Pairing: sequins!joel x reader Word Count: 1,253 Warnings: domesticity, baby girl miller, really loose fit of the prompt, festive fluff. Summary: Joel Miller in an ugly Christmas sweater. AO3: Linked

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“You promised me,” Joel muttered, eyeing the sweater.

“I did,” you acknowledged with a knowing smile, remembering the promise you made to avoid matching outfits.

“Then please explain why darlin’ I’m looking at some ridiculous sweatshirt?”

“But you didn’t make Sarah promise you.”

He groaned, a sound that was half-resigned, half-amused. “Do I have to wear it?”

You leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on his lips, feeling them curve into a reluctant smile. “You know the answer to that,” you replied, pulling on your own matching sweater. You caught the brief look of disappointment on his face as he lost sight of you in your bra.

The sweater was admittedly garish, bright red with stitched snowmen and snowflakes, but as you all got dressed, even Joel couldn’t resist a smile. The baby looked adorable, snug in a miniature version of the sweater, alternating her tiny fists into her gummy mouth.

Much like the festivities in October, Sarah was championing another set of traditions for your small family and its new arrival. She’d been begging for a family Santa photo for weeks. You’d mentioned casually bringing the baby to the mall for a photo alongside Sarah. The words hadn’t finished leaving your lips before Sarah had exclaimed the words ‘matching christmas sweaters’.

Joel had put his foot down over dinner that night, remnants from Thanksgiving you’d hosted for your family in town for the holidays two days before. Though it hadn’t taken much time for Sarah to sweet talk him into her festive plan.

“On one condition,” he said around a mouthful of leftover turkey, “you don’t go posting these everywhere,” he conceded with a wave of his fork.

Sarah had been practically buzzing with excitement and with no delay had started bombarding the two of you with ideas from her Pinterest board she’d curated, it’d actually been somewhat impressive. She’d even allowed Joel the choice of sweater from her shortlist, unbeknownst to him that she had fixed it for him to pick her favourite. It had needn’t of mattered, for Sara Joel would hang the moon if it made her smile.

Later that night, Sarah posted the picture to Instagram despite her promise to her father. She showed you the post with a caption that read, ‘First family Christmas with my baby sister! #MatchingSweaters #FamilyGoals.’

“Didn’t you promise not to post it?” you’d asked, despite already having pulled up a website to create a Christmas card from the very same image.

Sarah gave you a devilish grin that was unmistakably all Joel, “He’s got no clue how to use the internet,” you raised an eyebrow as she doubled over, laughing at her own joke, “He’ll never see this!”

It was later that evening, the baby sleeping soundly and Sara in her room FaceTiming with her mother, when you and Joel were sat in front of the TV watching some action movie you’d conceded on to avoid half of an hour of back and forth.

You were absently scrolling through your phone when Joel’s phone on the coffee table started to buzz with notifications. Joel groaned as he leaned forward to pick up his phone when it didn’t fall silent after the first notification.

“I should just switch the damn thing off,” he grumbled as he reluctantly slipped on his glasses when he realized he couldn’t clearly read the text.

‘Joel! Saw the Christmas pic, nice sweater!’ the message read, followed by a string of laughing emojis.

Joel looked at the phone with a mixture of confusion and amusement. “How did they even find that picture?” he muttered, half to himself.

You leaned over, peering at the text. “Aww, they’re excited for you.”

A new text came in, this time from Tommy that was just simply a string of emojis.

Joel shook his head, a smile creeping onto his face despite his attempt to look annoyed. “I don’t even know how I got into this chat. Or how to even get out of it.”

The teasing from the group chat continued a playful ribbing that was clearly grounded in affection. They were genuinely happy for him, for the life he had built with you, Sarah and the new baby. As the messages ran back and forth, poking fun at his sweater and the ‘adorable’ family picture, Joel couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and contentment.

You watched as his eyes softened while scrolling through the messages. “You secretly love it, don’t you?” you teased.

He looked up, the mock gruffness in his expression failing to mask the warmth in his eyes. “Maybe just a little,” he admitted. “But don’t tell Sarah,” a smirk on his lips. “I have a reputation to maintain.”

#december x 500 #sequins!joel #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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jokerislandgirl32 · 2 months

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Varina’s Hero is Who?!?

Another little Ziolet scene with baby girl Varina in tow! Enjoy!

Zach and a six month pregnant Violet visit Varina’s preschool on Back to School Night (usually takes place a month after school starts around where I live) and Varina’s teacher has decked out the classroom with the children’s art work. The teacher pulls Zach and Violet aside to show them a piece of Varina’s art work…

Read the rest below, there are a few mildly suggestive references, so please be aware! Also enjoy a crudely drawn piece of artwork and terrible handwriting by me, lol.

Teacher: “Mr. And Mrs. Varmitech, I don’t want to alarm you, it’s not a bad thing, but I wanted to show you this so you were aware in case anyone mentions it to you…”

Violet *panicking*: “Oh no, she didn’t draw the rhinos, uhhh…wrestling…again did she?”

Zach *snickering*: “Vi, they weren’t wrestling they were…“

Violet *baring her teeth, hissing his name*: “ZACH!”

Zach *still giggling*: “Hehe, fine, sorry…”

Teacher *looking embarrassed*: “Oh no! Nothing like that! Thank goodness! It’s just….well, we had the class draw a picture of their hero…”

The teacher points to a decently drawn (for a 4 year old) picture of….

Zach and Violet *shouting*: “Gourmand!”

Teacher: “Yes, she called him Gourmy, but why I want you to see it is…well, if you can read the caption she wanted to include that we had her copy on the side…”

(This is similar to how my 5 year olds draw and write, lol).

Zach and Violet move closer and read the caption, both of their mouths drop in horror:

“Gourmy is my hero because he broke up with daddy so mommy and daddy could fall in love.”

Violet *shaking her head, she presses her hands to her temples and starts massaging them*: “Only our child would say something like that…”

Zach *gritting his teeth*: “That’s the last time we let Gourmand babysit….as soon as we leave here I’m calling that food loving loser…”

Varina *bouncing up to them, having been playing with her friends nearby in the room*: “Who are you calling, daddy?”

Zach *picking her up*: “Well…Uhhh, Gourmy, your teacher was just showing us your art work I am going to call and...uuuhhhh, tell him about it…”

Varina: “Oh good, take a picture too, he’ll love it! Do you love it daddy? I made sure to make his hat nice and big!”

Violet covers her mouth with one hand to stifle her laughter and clutches her belly with the other, muttering: “and we thought it was a good idea to have another one,” to herself.

Zach *groans and starts walking away with Varina*: “Excuse us for a minute, Vari and I need to have a chat.”

Violet *looks to the teacher sheepishly before following Zach*: “I am so sorry…we’ll talk to her.”

There is actually an “alternate ending” for this one, but it was kind of pg-13 in rating (nothing explicit but suggestive) so I opted for this ending instead, if you’d like to see the other ending, let me know!

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befemininenow · 11 months

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Deconstructing the sissy in you (part 1)

Note: This note contains a lot of sissy captions from blogs that no longer exist. This isn’t meant for sissies who are still into the “lifestyle”; everyone has their thing. It’s for those who wish to distance themselves from something that does not correlate with their femininity, but has trouble shaking away their past. Being feminine is something rewarding and should never be humiliating. It’s part of who we are as people. However, take this note with a grain of salt. If you need real help, please consult an actual therapist in your area who is specialized in gender identity.

You ask yourself in tears “How did this all started? What can I do to go back?” as you’re viewing yourself in the mirror all dressed up in pink and frills, blonde wig, heavy makeup, and a cast down there. Your desire was to look as feminine as possible, not some kind of doll that others would poke fun at and admire. You know in your mind you’re a girl, a trans girl. But out of fear of being ostracized by everyone, you wish you can go back, burn every trace of the “sissy lifestyle” you were lured into, and come out to the world as a vanilla trans girl. Well, I’m here to tell you the truth: You can’t go back (theoretically speaking). However, there is a way for you to freshly start over again (realistically speaking). And it all starts by jogging your memory to the beginning.

You always had a thing for “feminization”, which is the process of incorporating feminine aspects towards any person regardless of identity. For a while, you enjoyed viewing others submit to “forced feminization” through transformation sequences because of a sense of dominance. It wasn’t until you realized that you deeply wanted to be like the “victims” and started to visualize yourself as a girl.

You secretly had feminine characteristics that you tried to oppress to avoid being called names. You know the ones: “sissy”, “f@ggit”, “wimp”, “pussy”, “girl”. That last word is what you hated being called, yet you did “manly” activities to prove your maleness. Outside, they saw you as a potential alpha. But inside, you were somebody else.

The MTF transformations in your feed weren’t enough anymore and suddenly you wanted something a little more real. Shortly later, you found out about trans women models and actresses in the underground scene and it threw you off at first. “They exist? I thought they were just fiction?”. Then, you started looking at MTF timelines, articles about trans people, and even a few videos about the transitioning process, including surgeries. It feels intense and scary; you don’t know if you want this. How painful would it be to give up “down there” for a rack “up there”? “Is there any alternative safer than that?”

Then, out of nowhere on your social feed, you see this image:

It resonates with you! That’s who you wish to be inside! She’s hot, and a dream babe! But more importantly, you wish to have a body like hers!

You click on the link and wonder where this image came from and you realize you’re in a blog full of “feminization captions”. You’ve always been a fan of TG captions and are open-minded for anything new. All of a sudden, you find another caption you like:

OMG! Another hot chick! “But why do I feel like I want to be her instead?” You look at the caption folder and they seem intriguing. Eventually, you found your answer:

“Feminization? I need that now!” You sent a DM to the caption blog’s inbox and asked how the “feminization process” works. The person behinds it send you this picture:

You thank the person so much and ask if they are this person or if they know them. Although their blog doesn’t exist anymore, they ask you to find a “mistress” who specializes in feminization. It took you a while, but you eventually found a sympathetic one and not too long after, the process slowly began.

At first, they’re quite innocent and truthful. You are a guy after all.

Then, they became a little more deep.

A little too deep...

Soon, they started to make you think deeper...

They’re right. Trying heels isn’t “gay”, nor is trying on her set.

Soon, your dreams became more “feminine” after several hypnos, captions, and training.

In a matter of time, your desires started to change...

“Wait, that’s not true! Or, maybe it is now, idk.”

“Sissy!? Ok, I need to stop this now. I am not a sissy!”

“Well, I do like being a girl, but I’m not sure about being called a sissy...”

“Umm.. mmm....”

Your sexuality started to shift. Men were suddenly so hot...

You never thought yourself with a guy, but then you started dating them, pleasing them, getting rammed by them, daydreaming of them. Your attraction to girls eroded as time went by.

But something has also been in your mind as you went deep into the “sissy lifestyle” these mistresses and besties encouraged you be part of. Something that resonates more with who you really want to be. Something more serious and life-changing:

You realize all what you have did was more of a distraction and less of what you deem “feminization”. Sure, the pleasure was great. The makeovers were amazing. The name callings were quite flattering. But what you really wanted to be was more in touch with your feminine side. What you really wanted was to become a woman:

(stay tuned for part 2)

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pplatonic · 9 months

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Baby's First Pride

I'm 16 and a half years old. I came out to my parents inspired by a story at my school's GSA - just walk up the stairs and call it out. I was terrified, but they were accepting, and I learnt that my brother has trans friends and that Mom even experimented with girls when she was a teen. It's 5:10 PM, so it's probably time to go to the pride event Mom has been talking about all week. She said her boss told her about it, and that it's all ages. I get dressed in my Hatsune Miku cosplay, drape my Aromantic pride flag around my shoulders, and tie the ends in a reef knot around my neck to wear it as a cape.

I go downstairs, putting my Miku wallet in my bag, and take a short video of me twirling around to send it to my friends captioned 'ARO MIKU IS GOING TO PRIDE.' When I get outside, my parents and Mom's friend coo at my outfit, saying I look nice. They say goodbye to Mom's friend and they get ready, and they stop at Walmart to buy 'pride gear' to try and match my look. They get me pins, because they know I love pins.

I listen to my playlist of Magical Mirai albums as Dad drives us to the pride event. He does an illegal U-turn, and I tell him cops aren't allowed at pride, so we're okay. We park.

When we get there, the first thing we notice is all the food trucks. We ate before we came here, because they didn't think there'd be food. The first thing we do is Mom and Dad get alcoholic canned drinks, and they later buy me a cold vanilla latte at a different booth. We start walking around.

Mom's more interested in the concert being held by a queer artist who's name I didn't catch, and she jokes about us going to mosh there. I tell her it's dangerous and that I'm wearing my binder right now, and my dad comments that he didn't even notice.

While we're standing and waiting around, Dad perplexedly exclaims that there's a bar. I tell him as a joke that of course there's a bar, this is pride. He doesn't get it, so I explain the history of gay bars and the Mafia and all of that, and tell him the original pride parade was a protest where parking meters were uprooted and bricks were thrown at cops.

We start walking around to the several booths of queer creatives selling their art, and my eyes are battling between scouting for pins and looking at all the kinds of people here. It's truly all ages, from seniors to toddlers. I see as many visibly disabled and plus-size people as I do visibly abled and skinny people. When we first started walking in to the event, we saw a person in a cutesy lolita-styled outfit with cat ears and tail in the trans colours, in front of someone embracing their trans flag.

As I look around, I see various flags: bi, pan, lesbian, trans, nonbinary, genderfluid. On a couple people's shirts I see the ace flag. But as far as I'm aware, I'm the only person here in this entire crowd wearing the Aromantic flag. It's bittersweet, to be the sole representation of your people.

I see people in all styles of clothing as well: goth, punk, alternative, grunge, trendy, cute, casual, retro. I see some people standing out in absolutely fabulous outfits with sequins everywhere. I see a dog in a gay-coloured tutu, and a person with pride-coloured butterfly wings on their arms. Half the people here have dyed hair of some kind.

We sit down and take a break. It's near the mini waterpark nearby, which makes it fresh and cool-feeling and perfect for a break. A child with endless joys in their heart ends up spraying us with water, and we get a move on. I go around to multiple booths and buy an assortment of pins, one that says "I'M SO GAY I CAN'T EVEN THINK STRAIGHT" and one with a fuzzy Aro-coloured animal on it.

When we sit for a final break, I find two dirty books on the ground as Mom hands me a progress flag pin she found. I pick up the books. One is a 'queer history tour' of Edmonton brochure that has multiple locations of down-town and their associated queer histories. The other book is a mental wellness book targeted mainly at Indigenous folk, but I decide to take it any way since a lot of it advice applies to everyone. I show my Mom the page on ableist language, that talks about replacing words like 'crazy,' 'insane,' and 'psycho' with words like 'wild,' 'bananas,' and 'ridiculous.'

When we start walking back to the car, we see a group of four dressed ridiculously. One of them has massive, bouncing balloon tits, and they stand out the most. I'm afraid of what my parent's reaction will be, and this is what I told them to be nice about before we came, because pride was and still is a protest. They laugh and move on. I'm a little surprised that they're so cool with it.

We stop by the truck at the very start of the walk as Mom comments on it. It's a kink gear store. I stare in awe at the bear pride flag and leather puppy pride flag, telling my family about them. I have to ask one of them to confirm it's the leather puppy flag because I'm not wholly sure, and the people running the truck smile as they teach me about it.

We drive home, and as we walk back to the house, I think about Mom and Dad's reaction to the person with the balloon tits. I think about how they laughed kindly at one of the biggest displays of societal norm defiance I've ever seen. And then I think about the openly disabled people I saw with their pretty canes and wheelchairs, I think about the punks with fishnets and leather jackets and high boots, I think about the emo kandi kids with their black-and-rainbow stockings and vibrant kandi cuffs, I think about the booth run by African black people that stood for trans black liberation, I think about the truck run by kinksters decorated with historical flags, I think about the two feminine-presenting people I saw kissing and the transmasculine gay couple I saw holding hands.

I think about all of us, the societal outcasts that we are, proudly displaying what outcasted us in the first place, without a single person yelling that we're faggots, or trannies, or cripples, or fatasses, or freaks.

And for the first time in a long time, in all my childhood where I was ostracized from the girls for being too tomboyish from the boys for being born a girl, so badly until I started ostracizing myself, I know that I'm safe and welcome, somewhere in the world.

#pride #queer #trans #transgender #gay #pride events #queer writing #creative writing #queer community #queer pride #lgbtq #lgbtqia #f slur #t slur #c slur

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every virals cover i could find ranked on a scale from 1–10

i scoured the internet for about an hour today and pulled every variant cover i could possibly find for each book.

this is the one i grew up with. font? cool. tory? badass. love it. the only problem i have is that brendan's name isn't on it. 9/10

alternative and czech cover. brendan is properly credited and it's a cool cover! i like the font. it's a little basic but whatever. tory is absent. 8/10

now we're cracking. this is the UK cover and the hungarian cover (which translates to "infected"). that's a dog skeleton for some reason, and i don't remember a scene where they were all in the canoe together, but i won't split hairs. the font is a little overpowering but not awful. no brendan here either but i guess he wasn't the primary writer yet. 7/10

this is the arc version, which i had to photograph myself because i couldn't find a good picture online. not super polished but i see the vision. 7/10 because cgi tory creeps me out and they call her gen z nancy drew on the back of the book. she is not nancy drew. she probably thinks nancy drew is like other girls

this is the other cover for the czech translation. i dug up a lot of covers for czech translations. google translate says "strange and dangerous things are happening at the research institute…" no wolves and no brendan. 7.5/10

two french covers. the first one is essentially the original, but the second one? THEY PUT BRENDAN'S NAME ON IT! i also like that tory is more clearly visible. 10/10, i'd change the author font to the first one but otherwise no notes.

the germans couldn't pick a cover. if these are different books in the series, i couldn't figure it out. we've got "dead people can no longer talk", "only the dead know the truth", and "every dead person has a secret" according to google translate. gives more the impression of a horror novel than a buddy comedy with murder. 7/10 only because one of them included brendan

italian and tory edition of uk. pretty much the same stuff. i love that tory's there. stop leaving brendan out. italy what is that ugly font, it looks like you just took a cutout tool to it. goofy ass uk caption loses points. 6/10 and 7/10 respectively

TURKEY WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS???????? wolf faces are squashed, the quote is…fine, i guess, and i don't even want to talk about how much that badly photoshopped twilight-vampire looking blond girl is Not tory brennan. 4/10 for effort, i guess.

that's all. the french win. i'll do seizure another day because oh boy i have things to say about those covers

#virals #max rants about virals #long post

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go-to-two · 3 months

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Love your blog and your perspective on things. Since I stopped watching PD because it was making me depressed and angry, I wanted to see what other shows/movies you’ve been enjoying lately? I started Derry Girls on Netflix (I need the closed captions to understand everything) and I love it, it’s a hilarious and heartwarming comedy. I actually make sure I watch it during the time PD airs so I can spend the hour enjoying what I’m watching instead of wanting to throw something at my TV. I also really like Fire Country on CBS which comes back soon for Season 2.

Thank you! I've been trying to alternate between watching old shows and new shows lately since just about everything is available at all times. I recently got through the marathon of Criminal Minds, and I'll keep up with the revival. I've been watching Abbott Elementary, and I love when a show is right on the pulse and so accurate with current events (P.S. if you're in the US, please pay attention to your local school board). I've been rewatching a bit of Psych lately, but I'm always rewatching a bit of Psych. Next on my list is The Bear. I saw some of Fire Country last year, so I still might catch up for the second season!

#anon ask

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ecofinisher · 6 months

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Funny Sims meme I made - Part 2

This can happen in other cases too. I think this was actually a mod.... (Ah yes, River is dreaming of something)

Talking about River, during the years I don't remember seeing River in many gameplays of other Simmers. I know Holly and Lisa were common. Bebe sometimes too.

I found the eyes funny 🤩

I'm probably capable of remembering half of my classmates' names. With pictures it's probably easier for me to identify them from professional school back to 3/4th grade maybe? All Sunset Valians of the base game I can list them down without needing pictures.

The images look hideous the ore I look at it. (Gotta love seeing Lisa with those firecracker things inside the house. It's totally canon 😆)

Most of the drama I do contains random "vanishing" Sims or ruining Sims' love lives.

Why is there even a cheerleader outfit?

If she wasn't eating, I could sell this as Mermaidman's invisible car.

Who needs to carry a stool anyway? (Eco, you idiot they have a backpack capable of fitting 30 cars, 20 drumsets, 10 books and a Italy. It's the equivalent of a boy's pocket)

This is literally the truth, most of the jeans for women/girls have decor pockets, because.....they're useless I guess.

Nah I wasn't over yet. I just realized, I should have left this in the previous post, but it's alright. (Bonus question: Can you recognize the SIms behind the costume? 😎It's probably too obvious 😐)

Well, I heard this from comments on Youtube under the Simlished Song "Na Na Na" I would do the same, if I were able to sing.

So beautiful 😍 But my heart belongs to Xander Clavell with Ayesha Ansari 🤠🥺

OH, I read this theory on the Sims WIkia and actually......it would make sense, eventually? Or not eventually? My head also hurts and I think I wrote nonsense here, but there is a theory of TS2 Kaylynn being the daughter of Parker Langerak.

VIDEO CAPTION: Me picking a teenage girl to play with.

Alternate titles:

Me looking for a love interest

Me looking for a main superheroine protag

Me looking for someone to piss off

Me looking for someone to give the life she deserves

Me looking for a cameo to use in fanfics

Ok actually that was meant to be the last meme, but as this clip of Greg's diary is going around Instagram, etc. I have my outtake 😂 This was me after returning to Sims 3 after the pandemic started.

EDIT: I forgot these two pictures 🤣

That moment reminded me of specific scenes from iconic movies.

#ecofinisher #the sims #the sims 3 #tumblr memes #funny memes #memes #river mcirish #parker langerak #kaylynn langerak #mortimer goth #xander clavell

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pretty sure ive already sent some of these ships as bingo for u before, but i'll fucking do it again: SNOWWEST, E-1 KILLERSNOW, KILLERSNOW OF THE E-1 AND E-2 VARIETY, WESTHALLEN (eddie, not eobard) AND FINALLY...... olivarry :3

Snowwest

This is pretty much my only Caitlin ship besides Snowstorm, and also one of my only consistent fanon ships (in other words, one that I always like and don't just need the right set of circumstances to get on board with). I love the crumbs of their friendship that we got in canon, and I wish we'd gotten more of them!! 😭

E-1 Killersnow

I'm mostly neutral on them, and that's probably because I have such mixed feelings about them due to their canon development. Before Frost showed up, the foreshadowing of her emergence indicated that Caitlin had a tendency to repress her emotions, and that she had an edgier side that she didn't always let show. So when Frost did show up, I was prepared for her to be an extension of Caitlin that Caitlin had to learn to come to terms with, and eventually she'd become a balanced version of both sides. Then I saw a gifset someone made with the caption that they were girlfriends, and I thought that was an interesting take, because that would make Frost a whole separate individual who just happens to share Caitlin's body, and the idea of them navigating dating under those circumstances would be very interesting. And then, of course, canon decided to turn them into sisters, which I can also see the appeal of, but the whiplash that retcon gave me makes me reluctant to refer to them as such. Tbh I still see season 3 Killer Frost as Caitlin, and I see later-seasons Frost as a completely different character, and seasons 4-5 Frost goes back and forth, so it makes for very inconsistent feelings about them. And of course, I headcanon Frost as aroace and Very Much Not Into Anyone, so I'm not super invested in any ships involving her.

E-2 Killersnow

Earth-2 Killer Frost is much more clearly depicted as Caitlin Gone Evil, and season 2 had a fuzzier, less developed concept of doppelgängers than season 3 and onward, so to me it just kind of seems like shipping Caitlin with herself, just with a different life?? Idk if that makes sense. I do enjoy the one-sided aspect of them, though. Killer Frost was definitely feeling some type of way about Caitlin.

Westhallen

BINGO! These guys are mixed feelings city. I can't really see them working out, but there are aspects of it that have potential. Like, I feel like any couple combination of them could work out (in an alternate timeline) with the other as their bestie third wheel, but given the love triangle in canon, I feel like they'd just be constantly at each other's throats if they tried to all be a thing together. It may be the Dan, Vanessa, and Olivia threesome storyline in Gossip Girl shaping my view of this, since they had a very similar trio dynamic. Also the fact that I've never read any fic for them, so all I have is their canon dynamic to base my feelings on. That said, props to the Westhallen fandom for their use of that "there's three people in this relationship" line. My hat's off to ya. 🎩

Olivarry

I may be alone in this, but I've just never seen Barry and Oliver as being that close. They have some good moments here and there, but it seems like the majority of their relationship is just clashing over crime-fighting styles. I just don't really get it. Of course, the erasure of Cisco as Barry's best friend among the Olivarry fandom doesn't help my enthusiasm level any. On that note, I actually enjoy Olivibe's interactions more than Olivarry's, and I'm waiting for the day someone decides to do something with that.

#ship bingo #The Flash

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Tell Me How You Really Feel by Aminah Mae Safi - Book Review

9.5/10 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️🌟

TWs: car accident, cursing, sexism, panic attacks, abandonment

(TWs are ranked in order of severity, please take them seriously!)

Summary

“The first time Sana Khan asked out a girl-Rachel Recht--it went so badly that she never did it again. Rachel is a film buff and aspiring director, and she's seen Carrie enough times to learn you can never trust cheerleaders (and beautiful people). Rachel was furious that Sana tried to prank her by asking her on a date.

But when it comes time for Rachel to cast her senior project, she realizes that there's no more perfect lead than Sana--the girl she's sneered at in the halls for the past three years. And poor Sana--she says yes. She never did really get over that first crush, even if Rachel can barely stand to be in the same room as her.

Told in alternative viewpoints and set against the backdrop of Los Angeles in the springtime, when the rainy season rolls in and the Santa Ana's can still blow--these two girls are about to learn that in the city of dreams, anything is possible--even love.”

TL;DR Tell Me How You Really Feel is an ode to romantic comedies, following two girls on opposite sides of the social scale as they work together to make a movie and try very hard not to fall in love. Cheerleader meets film nerd, enemies to lovers.

I found this book through one of those tik tok videos where someone is flinging books off a pile at light speed under a caption “queer SA (South Asian) books you need to read”. I absolutely love those videos, even though they test my screenshotting abilities.

It’s been a while since I updated this blog(?) and that’s because I’ve been very busy finishing out the school year and reading every gay book I could get my hands on over the course of pride month. I will be posting reviews of those books soon, but in a quick review so far this month I’ve read:

• Last Night At The Telegraph Club

• Unearthed (graphic novel)

• Café con Leche

• Eighty Days (graphic novel)

• Tell Me How You Really Feel (this review!)

• The Raven Cycle (yes all 4 books, no I will not be reviewing)

Honorable mention: All 50 episodes of The Untamed (SUCH a good cdrama) & Season 1 of Stranger Things

I’ve realized over the course of this book binge that I prefer my enemies to lovers to have good reasoning - or at least understandable reasoning on both sides. My favorite part is seeing how that can morph into love without either realizing until it’s too late *cue evil laughter*

Tell Me How You Really Feel does that perfectly. I especially loved how it was written - the characters were flawed, raw and dynamic, and the writing style reminded me of books by Nicola Yoon (The Sun is Also a Star, Everything Everything). The romance isn’t necessarily the focus - it’s shoved in on the shelf along with everything else happening in the characters lives. The story simply starts (ish) and ends with the life of their romance within that.

And because this is a gay high school romance between a cheerleader and a film nerd, of course there are a million movie references, from Pakeezah to Pretty in Pink.

Meena Kumari 😩🧎🏽‍♀️

But real quick, let’s talk

Representation

Sana Khan and Rachel Recht, the main characters, are both into women. Although their sexualities aren’t explicitly stated, this part is made very clear.

Sana is desi, and Persian and Indian if I remember correctly? Her family is very mixed and has a lot of languages (Bengali, Urdu, Arabic, Persian, French, etc). She is second-gen American, while I’m pretty sure Rachel is first-gen (at least on her mom’s side).

Rachel is Mexican and Jewish, and her family consists of just her and her father (and their larger community) in comparison to Sana’s many cousins and aunties/uncles. Her full name is Rachel Consuela Recht, which I’m guessing is to show her mixed cultures.

For Sana I can somewhat call this an own voices review on representation, but please keep in mind the Indian (and larger desi community) is not a monolith & we won’t all agree on my own interpretation.

What I really liked about representation for Sana and her family was it is very women-centric. Her grandmother, Mamani, is very clearly the matriarch, and Farrah, Sana’s mom, is a single mother working in the film industry. In western literature desi culture is typically portrayed as oppressing women, especially in Muslim households, but this stereotype is flipped on its head by Sana’s family. It also showed how within a religion certain family members can be more religious than others - Sana & her Mamani are more religious (praying regularly, not drinking, etc) while Farrah is less so - and there’s no negative connotation on it.

Rachel and Sana both engage in religious holidays over the course of the book (Norwuz for Sana, Passover for Rachel). Since I’m neither Muslim or Jewish, it was interesting to learn more about the holidays and how they’re celebrated.

Single parenting rep (Rachel raised by her dad, Sana raised by her mom) was also really good. As someone being raised by a single mom & at one point a single dad, the struggle is portrayed really well.

Finally, I love that Sana fills the character of pretty perfect Gilmore-girls-esque cheerleader. Brown women don’t often get to be portrayed as lovely and soft and also raw and real at the same time. It really hit my heart 💗 Sana’s features are seen as beautiful by everyone around her - like a commonly accepted fact. She’s the official “pretty girl” of her school - and so much more beneath that.

What I Loved:

Aside from the good rep, the way the book is written is just ✨ poetic ✨

“Sana smiled, and suddenly Rachel understood every stupid love poem comparing the beloved to the sun.”

HOW DO I RECOVER??

Mainly though, I think this book came at the right time for me. Sana’s situation was really relatable to me, and her storyline actually helped me figure out some stuff in my own life (no spoilers!)

If you’re worried about the future, or planning to become a doctor or lawyer - read this book.

I’m also a sucker for big movie style gestures so this was a plus. I could see how the book was going to end generally way before the end, and that made it more of a comfort read than an “intellectual” read. I loved the character development as well - some serious words of wisdom in there!

As someone who wants to go to college in LA, and can’t afford to visit, this is as close as it gets to seeing what life there is like for me 😂 I’m curious to see what those Santa Anas feel like!

Why I couldn’t give it a 10:

I wasn’t the biggest fan of Rachel’s character to be honest. She hated Sana so much at the beginning, for something that had happened in their freshman year (the story takes place in their senior year). I could understand animosity, but it was another level. It made me think Rachel had anger issues - she seemed really self pitying and insecure. Which would have been fine - I’m all for character development - if she had realized that. But Rachel never seemed to come to terms with the fact that she had treated Sana like sh*t at every turn for nearly 4 years. It’s not that they don’t fall in love (this is a love story) but she doesn’t really feel remorseful for how she acted.

On set, when she’s directing the crew, the way she treated them reminded me of Michael Scott from the Office 😭

I also wish there had been more focus on the other characters in the book. Farrah, Sana’s mom, and Daniel, Rachel’s dad, kind of felt like glorified plot devices, especially near the end. Same goes for Diesel, Sana’s so-called best friend. We don’t actually see a lot of their relationship aside from Diesel giving her rides from school and then playing video games with her. In the end, his purpose was also a little plot device-y, a little serving the main ship, etc.

I liked that Diesel subverted the dumb insensitive jock trope, but I would have loved to see more of him and Maddie (another cheerleader)!

^unrelated but I love this scene (very scary cheerleader)

Overall, the book was a satisfying beach read (as in, I literally read it on the beach). Feel good, decent character development (on Sana’s part), and it gave me something I’d really been searching for: an enemies to lovers story between queer women of color in high school. Like babe- this is my niche!!

And yes, I cried at the end.

I sincerely recommend to fans of:

The Sun is Also A Star

Everything Everything

Movies (if you’re a movie nerd, you’re going to get wayy more of these references than I did)

But I’m A Cheerleader (movie)

Sense 8 (show) especially if you like the wlw couple

Most of my reviews for this month are going to be LGBTQ+ stories between PoC 🏳️‍🌈 so stay tuned!

#book review #bipocbookstagram #poc books #booklr #diverse reads #lgbtq books #tell me how you really feel #aminah mae safi #lets go lesbians #everything everything #the sun is also a star #queer enemies to lovers #enemiestolovers #cheerleader #film nerd #happy pride 🌈#queer bipoc #queer desi

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