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cloudywriting05 · 3 months

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one of your girls. — coriolanus snow.

we dont gotta be in love, no. i don’t gotta be the one, no. i just wanna be one of your girls tonight.

part two published, read here.

cw: dom!coryo, p in v, Bondage, vulgar language, pain during sex, daddy kink, slight sadism(?), 18+, slight non-con, etc

words: 3048 [good, GOD], MAY be grammar errors.

tags: @euphemiaamillais my lovely lady.

“Hey, Snow.”

The blonde boy snapped his head at you, a stern look plastered to his face. You watched his eyes travel up and down your figure, his expression softened as a small smile crept on his face. He turned his body to face you and sighed.

You and Coriolanus’s relationship was unique, to say the least. You’ve known each other your entire life but dedicated your every day to one-upping each other. Your decade-long academic rivalry with him was something you found deeply annoying, and you knew if he wasn’t as attractive as he was, you would’ve killed him by now. Coriolanus found the rivalry thrilling. Watching you stress and work out to get the best grade was entertaining for him. On the days he was lucky, you would be in the library at the same time as him, searching for textbooks to grab before the other could. The number of times he caught himself peering down at your small figure, bent over, frantically digging through piles of chemistry books was criminal.

The new school year had just begun, and you were instantly bombarded with strange rumours. Rumours about Coriolanus, more specifically, his dick. He’d allegedly slept with half of the grade’s female population, including your own friends. You rebuffed them initially, that was until you overheard the said ‘girls’ discussing it, confirming it all. You were annoyed, absolutely livid at the thought of Coriolanus sleeping with them. Why did he leave you out? Was this something else he was showing you that you could never get? Whatever he was doing was working. Fucking your entire friend group but purposely dodging you was a smart move on his behalf. But you were never a loser, never second place.

So here it brought you. Standing in front of your arch nemesis with your arms crossed.

“Could I help you, gorgeous?” he purred, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re a slut, Snow. Fucking all my friends is pretty corny, don’t you think?” you remarked, running a finger down the locker beside him.

He looked at you, guilt written across his face. “I’m not a slut, little girl. And who told you that?”

“Everyone. Everyone is talking about you and your dick, Coriolanus.”

“I got busy over the holidays. Who knew Academy girls could be so desperate for my dick?” he sneered, smiling to himself.

“So why did you do it?”

“Do what?” he asked, puzzled.

“Fuck everyone but me? Were you trying to tick me off? If so, it worked, Snow.”

He let out a laugh, completely bewildered. “Are you high? What are you trying to get at?”

“Did I stutter? You fucked every girl in my friend group but me, even though I should’ve been the first. Now, because you decided to fucking skip me, I have to hear about how freaky you are, or how big your dick is all day!” you blurted, your frustration getting by the absolute best of you as his nonchalant demeanor sent you over the edge.

“So, let me get this straight; you’re angry at me because I didn’t fuck you?” he questioned, eyes wide, trying to comprehend what was coming out of your mouth.

You stuttered for a second. “Yes, yes I am.”

“We played sandbox together and here you are now, in this empty hallway, begging me to fuck you,” he said as he fixed his uniform.

“Oh, so you don’t wanna fuck me?” you purred, your arms crossed, looking up at him.

“Just to piss you off, no I don’t. Doesn’t matter how hot I think you are, or how long I’ve wanted to for this to happen. I like seeing you mad.” he smiled, knowing he had ticked you off. “I’ll see you in bio, little girl.”

He spoke as he walked away. Your eyes twitched in anger; Snow could not win. Not today.

“Fine, I’ll just ask Plinth!” your words stopped him right in his tracks.

He turned and stalked towards you, stopping only a few inches in front of you. He glared down into your eyes. “If you fuck Sejanus, I’ll kill you both and make it look like an accident.”

You scoffed. “Would you, actually? I don’t know. All I know is that I want you at my house by eleven thirty. If you’re as good as one of the girls was vouching you were, then prove it. Or I’ll get one of your friends to, just to make it even.”

“You win, I’ll see you there, doll.”

It was eleven-twenty on the dot and there was still no sign of Coriolanus. You’d pondered about the interaction from today for hours, worried you came off too demanding. You thought to yourself for a while that he was going you stand you up and purposely not come, that would’ve sent you over the edge. You sat on your bed, every negative thought running through your head. Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of frantic knocking.

You rushed downstairs and stood in front of the door. “Who is it?”

“Is that a joke?” Coriolanus spoke from the other side of the door. “Let me in, sweetheart. I’m freezing.”

You flung the door open, Coriolanus stood there, a smile plastered to his face. He sported a worn-out shirt that was fitted, hugging his chest. He paired it with pajama pants with a red pattern and slides that looked like they should’ve never left his house. He walked right past you into your home. “You look like you’re about to go to sleep, couldn’t dress sexier?”

“I mean it’s gonna come right off, isn’t it?”

“Whatever, my room is upstairs and the first to your right.”

“Perfect.”

You watched the boy jog up the stairs and disappear behind the wall, following him shortly after.

You entered the room to him sitting on the bed, using his arms to sit up behind him. You closed the door behind you without breaking eye contact. You could physically feel the tension in the room, his entire demeanor shifting from minutes ago. You felt almost chilled.

He lifted himself from the edge of your bed and walked towards you, stopping himself only when his face was inches from yours. “Did one of the girls ever tell you what I did to them?”

You shook your head. “No, I don’t think.”

“I’ll have to show you, won't I?” he purred, his hand traveling up from your side to your chin.

“Yeah, I guess.”

His hand landed on your cheek, taking you by surprise. You gasped as his hand returned to your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Stupid girl. You wanted me to treat you like your friends, right? They didn’t talk, so why should you?”

You should’ve walked away; you should’ve told him to get out. The boy who defined your entire academy life just slapped you in the face and degraded you, yet your entire body yearned for his touch. You stared into his eyes, they were glistening, wild with power and lust. His blonde hair dimly lit by the streetlight peering through your window into your dark, cold room. You needed to get even; you needed him to fuck you to get even. You needed him inside of you and in that moment, you didn’t care if it was the last thing you did that night.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you, now,” he demanded, his grip on your chin tightening as he forced you to look up at him, helpless.

You shook under his touch, completely powerless. “I- I want you to fuck me, Coryo.”

He lowered his head, resting his lips against your ear, sending a cold shiver down your spine and straight to your heat. “Say it louder, so everyone in the Capitol knows how much of a dumb, little slut you are for me. Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me because I’m a slut... for you.” you proclaimed, your voice projected as he breathed against your cheek, his grip on your chin still tight.

“Pathetic, but good enough,” he replied, he released your chin and moved himself away from you slightly. “Get on the bed and strip for me, now.”

You nodded dumbly, crawling onto the bed. You lifted your shirt over your head and tossed it on the ground beside you, removing your pants and underwear right after. You sat there idly, completely bare, whilst a clothed Coriolanus stood in front of you, fucking you with his gaze. His eyes traveled up and down your frame, admiring you.

He raised a hand and began to caress your cheek; you instinctively nuzzled your face into his palm causing him to softly laugh. “The smartest and prettiest girl in the academy, sitting naked waiting for me to fuck her like a good girl.”

He looked down on you, you were naked and nuzzling your face into his palm, inaudibly begging him to fuck you. You were desperate and it turned him on so much. The most stubborn girl he fawned over for years now naked and begging him to fuck her. He could feel his dick trying to break free from his pants just from the sight of you.

He walked away and disappeared into your open closet, leaving you clueless. He walked out with a ribbon in his hand.

“That’s my grandma's, Coryo. That’s the ribbon she gifted me. What do you need it for?” you questioned, puzzled.

“Put your back against your bed frame and stop asking me stupid questions. Sluts with dirty mouths like you, my dear, don’t get to talk.”

You followed his command and shuffled up until your bare back was against the headboard, waiting patiently for his next command. You were the smartest girl at your academy yet there you were, brainlessly waiting for Snow to tell you what to do.

He climbed onto the bed and motioned for your hand. “Give me your hands, doll.”

You timidly raised your hand towards him. He grabbed your wrist and began to firmly tie the piece of ribbon around them, causing you to wince slightly. The thin material pressed against your skin as you looked at him, hopeless. There he had you. Your wrists tied, naked. Your knees spread exposing you.

He took his time once again, admiring your small, fragile frame. “You look so gorgeous, let daddy see what’s between your legs better, okay?”

You nodded and spread your knees apart more, fully exposing your heat to the boy. He hovered over you, staring down at your pussy, glistening with juices. He used his hands to turn you over on your knees, your hands still restrained, using your elbows for support.

“How many times did you speak to that bitch this week?” he inquired from behind you.

“Who? Sejanus? … Maybe three or four times, I’m not too sure–”

“Too many times. Way too many fucking times.”

You felt a hard hand land against your cheek, your back curled in pain as you threw your head between your hands. It was followed by another, causing you to cry out in pain. He slapped your ass again, and then once more. Painful groans escaped your lips as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain.

“Four slaps for four conversations. Turn over and spread your legs a bit more for me, okay?”

You dumbly followed, still wincing in pain. You turned yourself onto your back and spread your legs as far as you could, quivering and vulnerable. Coriolanus watched, entranced by your naked body. You looked at the boy, gawking at you. His hand grabbed your tied wrists and lifted them above your head. The boy then moved his head between your knees, planting a kiss on your knee, then on your inner thigh. He peered up at you, your pussy throbbing and yearning for his touch.

“Please, I can’t take it. Touch me,” you begged, your voice timid, scared of the boy between your thighs.

“Say please.”

“Please, please?”

“Good girl.” he purred, lowering his head further, you felt his nose graze your pubic bone.

His lips planted a kiss, then moved down to your folds. A moan instantly escaped your lips, your body churning at the feeling of his lips on your moist folds. Your back arched. You felt his lips move against your core, lapping at your folds. He used his tongue to press against your clit, making you cry out and heave. His arm traveled up to your breast, massaging it as his tongue lapped at your pussy. His nose pressing against you. You squirmed as he used his mouth to suck your clit, sending your eyes to the back of your head. The sensations overstimulate you, leaving you hopeless. You didn’t dare bring your arms down, knowing he wouldn’t react well.

He lifted his head from your heat for a second and peered up at you. “You taste so good, let me show you.”

He raised himself and lowered his lips onto yours. Forcing your mouth open with his, his tongue invading your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. You moaned in his mouth, completely dumbfounded by the boy.

“Now, open your mouth,” he said, gripping onto your chin.

You dumbly followed, letting him spit into your mouth. You swallowed without hesitation.

“Good, you did one thing right,” he remarked, unbuttoning his pants, holding eye contact with you from above.

He swiftly removed his pants, followed by his shirt. His body was leaner than you’d expected, his muscular frame surprising you. He hauled himself off the bed and lowered his brief, freeing his throbbing penis. You let out a small gasp. He motioned for you to come towards him, you crawled, wrists still tied, and sat on the edge of the bed in front of him. His penis right across from your face. He stared down at you.

“Look what you did to me, fix it up. Now,” he demanded.

You nodded your head as you leaned to lick his penis. You use your lips to latch onto his tip, sucking on it as you let your tongue massage it. He groaned from above you, eyes closed. Your head moving slowly to and from, his dick still in your mouth. Your tongue glided back and forth as you pleasured the boy. He threw his head back as you did everything you could to his dick with your mouth alone, you spat on it frantically as you took his cock deeper into your throat. Gagging on his dick and pushing yourself past your limit.

“Go fucking deeper, you dumb fucking slut. Treat it like you would treat some other guys. Whore.” he demanded, his hand latching onto a chunk of your hair.

He pushed himself further down your throat, tears rolling down your eyes in return. He pumped your throat like it was your pussy, you gagged on his cock uncontrollably. Your wrists were tied in front of you, helpless as he fucked your throat. He pulled your head back with the chunk of hair. You gasped for a breath of air frantically, tears rolling down your eyes. His open palm landed against your cheek again, causing you to gasp in pain.

“When I tell you to go deeper, I mean it, slut. Aren’t you meant to be smart?” he scoffed, looking down at your frail frame. “You spent years trying to get under my fucking skin, now I’m on yours, and you don’t know how to act? Say thank you.”

“Thank you, Daddy, thank you.” you whimpered, sniffling as he shot you a smile.

“There you go, pretty girl. Turn over for me now.”

You nodded dumbly, turning around on the edge of the bed. You used your elbows for support as you perked your backside up. The boy stared at you hungrily. You felt a slap land on your cheek again, causing you to flinch in pain.

“You wanna feel me?”

He watched your head bop and down in response. Within no time he prepped himself at your entrance, slowly pushing into you. You groaned into the mattress, feeling his large cock stretch your pussy.

“Little Miss Capitol is tight, isn’t she?” he sneered.

He slowly pushed himself in, then out. You groaned as his pace picked up excruciatingly slow, every thrust filling you up. His dick stretched your walls, every bit of your pussy was filled with his cock. He gripped your hip and leaned forward, using his free hand to push your wrists further from you.

His pace quickened. His cock slung in and out of you, moaning as he slapped your ass. You didn’t flinch, distracted by the feeling of his cock. Your moans grew louder as he quickened his pace, hitting a spot within you that hadn’t known of until now. Your body quivered as you felt the boy fuck you with all his strength.

You felt his arm wrap around your throat, pulling you up and restraining your breathing. You gasped, his pace not slowing. You felt his chest against your back as he thrusts into you mercilessly. His free hand slithers to your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. You felt your muscles wear as he continued to push into you, overstimulated beyond comprehension.

Your stomach tightened as you came, and you shrieked. Your entire body loses its balance, flailing forward on your chest. Coriolanus didn’t stop. He continued to thrust into you, your body limp in front of him. You moaned into the mattress as he fucked you whilst his hand circulated your clit.

“I came, Coriolanus, I came!”

“I know, shut up.”

He ignored your words. Your body tightened again, this time your juices threatened to squirt out. You fought every bone in your body to not let it out. His finger still rubbing your clit as he pushed into you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum again. I can’t, it hurts!”

“Yes, you can, you can.” He breathed from behind you.

You cried out, shamefully squirting on your bedsheets. The boy pulled his cock out and frantically massaged it until his semen shot on your back. He heaved from behind you.

“Now, you are just like the rest of the girls. I’ll see you on Monday, doll.”

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pt2 published…. read here.

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giddyfatherchris · 1 month

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I'm in love with you!!

pairing. felix x gn!reader

type. best friends to lovers

warnings. none except pure undiluted fluff

a/n. fricking loved writing this, it made me miss summer so muuuch, but i had the greatest time while listening to these songs on replay😋 highly suggest to have them playing in the background while reading! or just give them a listen cuz they’re amazing hehe hope you enjoy!! xx

song recommendations. calm - cody simpson, im in love with you - the 1975, island in the sun - weezer, heavenly state of mind - lewis capaldi, the view - skz

"I like the view right now!" you chanted as the salty wind ruffled your hair and caressed your skin.

Your eight friends started hooting in agreement, all understanding the reference to one of your favorite songs of theirs.

As a celebration of their highly successful last tour, you had all decided to book a trip to a private island off the coast of Australia. It took a boat ride to reach the secluded piece of land filled with villas and populated with a few staff members. It was a paradisiac hideaway for you all, so accustomed to being surrounded all the time.

You turned back with a gigantic smile. Felix, who was standing behind you, mirrored the expression on your face, a certain twinkle illuminating his gaze.

You jumped in his arms, startling him as he caught you rapidly. "And I love going to the beach!"

He spun you around, feet digging in the sand while you both screamed. The rest of the group looked at you with amused expressions. By now, they had become quite accustomed to your antics. You ended your frivolous spinning by plopping down on the sand, slightly out of breath. You stretched your arms as far as you could, relishing in the stunning warmth of the Australian sun, and turned to cuddle against Felix, his nose already nuzzling in your hair. "I'm so happy to be back home, Lix." "So am I," he answered with a soft smile, his eyes half-closed.

After a day well spent outside, swimming and exploring, you had collectively decided to set up a cozy little camp on the beach to enjoy the warm night under a sky full of stars.

"Are you done, you two? We need help setting up!" shouted Changbin.

"I'm coming, you whiny child!"

You faked irritation with rolled eyes, but ever since you walked off the plane, you couldn't stop your lips from tilting upwards. Your soul seemed to be shouting and dancing to the rhythm of your home. Nothing could you get you down from your little cloud of happiness, even a whiny Changbin. You got up to lend him a hand before he started throwing a tantrum, not noticing Felix's hand still subtly reaching for you.

The young Australian looked at the stunning view. You were right. Being home felt amazing. It was wonderful to have some vacations after being on tour, especially here with you.

You had been friends for as long as he could remember.

From meeting in kindergarten to facing high school's adventures to growing into two young adults. You never had any big fights, your friendship having prevailed over any argument and hardship. Even the distance hadn't been enough to pull you apart.

Felix remembers too well the fear he felt before telling you he wanted to become an idol all those years ago. He was so scared you would disapprove and hate him for wanting to go so far away. But your anger only came from the fact that he had never said a thing about it. He remembers fondly how you jumped on him, hugging him tight with tears lining your eyes. From that moment on, you had been his fiercest supporter. You cried buckets when he left for Korea but made him promise to keep in touch every day. So you video chatted whenever he could. You stayed up with him for entire nights, braving the time difference to give him pointers on choreo stuff or to cheer him up when he had a rough day.

Until you no longer had to do any of that.

Looking at you now, getting along so well with his brothers, made his heart tighten with emotion. At 23 years old, he had everything he ever wanted. Well, almost everything

Felix knew since he was 14 years old that he loved you. Part of him had hoped that once he was in Korea, his heart would finally stop beating only for you, but it never happened. He had dated a little, but no one had compared to you. With time, he became accustomed to the idea of never falling in love with anyone else.

It was a thought he accepted without so much difficulty. He couldn't help how his heart started speeding up whenever you were close to him. The reassuring feeling of having you by his side. The way your smile made him see stars. The way you cuddled into his side or held his hand, how your gaze lit up whenever you saw the sea, and how he was the one you reached for when you were sad, angry, or just disgustingly happy. He wanted to experience everything with you, every high and every low. He couldn't and didn't want to imagine himself doing life with anyone else. It would be this or nothing else, and he was comfortable with that.

After all these years, he had never found the courage to tell you. The fear of losing you paralyzed him. But as he looked at the joyful sea, breathed the fresh Australian air, and looked at you laughing and fighting fiercely against an uncooperative beach chair, he thought maybe this vacation was the time. The time to face his fears, as he did almost seven years ago to chase his dream, and see where it would lead him.

"Felix!" called Changbin, interrupting his train of thought. "Come and walk with us! We want to see how far the beach goes in that direction."

He lifted his head with a smile, looking at his friends waiting for him, bare feet in the sand.

"Hurry!" you waved. "We don't want to miss the sunset!"

It had been months since he had seen you so excited, so eager. He knew you loved coming with them on tour. But he also knew Australia would always own your heart.

"Alright, alright. I'm coming!"

He swatted the sand away from his shorts before walking to your little group.

You started walking on the beach, Felix close to you. Seungmin, I.N, Hyunjin, and Changbin ahead, busy taking pictures in front of the rose-colored sunset. Bang Chan and Lee Know were trying to start your little fire while Han prepared the perfect playlist. Suddenly, you recognized the familiar air of their song, 'The View'. You looked back to Han with a huge smile. He simply winked and gave you a thumbs-up before focusing on his phone once more.

The notes of the music danced around you, making the ambiance even more special. There was something in the air, a prickling, exciting feeling.

You swayed gently to the music as Felix snapped a few pictures. The two oldest near the fire, Han next to the speaker, the boys walking ahead, the sunset. He seemed to be on a mission to commit everything to memory.

You felt his focus shift and noticed he subtly tried taking pictures of you. You walked up to him with a soft smile.

"Are you taking pictures of me, sir?" "I might be," he smiled back, his dimples on display. "Well, I'm afraid you need permission for that…" you continued, taking a step closer.

Without giving him a second to interpret your movement, you stole his phone with a squeal of victory.

"Come back here!" He protested, but you ran as fast as you could to Changbin, giving him the phone. As you expected, he sprinted in the opposite direction while laughing like a dolphin.

"You think you're funny or something?" asked a slightly out of breath Felix as he reached you.

"In fact, I do."

You splashed him and ran off while giggling like a maniac. As hoped, your antics started a generalized water war. Felix kept running after you, deciding he needed to get vengeance while the other boys splashed each other. You laughed wildly and ran in the shallow waters, not daring to look back and give him a chance to reach you.

You had water up to your knees by the time you heard him whine, "Wait! Y/n! You're gonna get all wet."

You turned around with a taunting look in your eyes. "Felix Lee, has the idol lifestyle gotten to you?" You gave him a pitying look. "Have you forgotten all about your Australian roots? Are you scared of a little water?"

A little taunting was usually all it took for you to rile up your best friend, and tonight would be no different. His eyes scrunched with determination, "Oh, you just wait till I get my hands on you." He tried threatening you, but you didn't give him a chance as you dove into the clear water.

Without a second thought, he jumped in after you, fully clothed. He barely broke the surface when you jumped on him from behind and tried to push him back underwater. He managed to take ahold of your wrists, careful not to clamp too hard. You took a deep breath, ready to be ducked under, but he softly made you twirl in the water. You gave him a surprised look as he winked and let you go benevolently.

Complete elation seized you as the beautiful young man looked at you with that smile of his, hair slicked back from the water, a light illuminating his soft eyes.

"I love Australia! I love the beach! I love being in the water! I love this night!!!" you screamed as you threw your arms in the air.

The other boys looked in your direction with giant smiles, drenched in water. The ever-present professional idol aura in their demeanor was nowhere in sight. They shone with pure happiness. For once, they could be only themselves, away from cameras and personas. Your heart sang with happiness for them.

"I love being home!" screamed Chan. "I love Australian BBQ!" added Changbin. "I love vacations!" said I.N "I love to splash Grandpa Chan!" joked Seungmin. "I love sunsets!" screamed Hyunjin. "I love water wars!" laughed Han. "I love cats!" finished Lee Know.

All eyes turned to Felix, the only one who hadn't said anything yet. His soft gaze set on you, the intensity taking the breath away from your lungs. He rallied his breath and screamed. "I LOVE YOU!"

The boys all went silent. You stared at him in disbelief.

"I love you. I love you so much. I always have, and I always will. Since we were kids, no one has ever meant the same to me. I love being here with you. I love being anywhere around the world with you. I love seeing you smile. I love the way you're so passionate. I- I don't want anyone else." It occurred to Felix that this was maybe not the right way to do this, as he noticed the silence surrounding him, but he kept going. "I know this is probably so out of pocket for you. You probably don't believe this is real, but I assure you it is. Since I was 14, I've been thinking of the right way to say this to you. I never thought it would happen like this but it feels right. So right, to finally tell you while you're at the place you love most and where I can see you shine brighter than ever."

You stared at him before a smile tugged at your lips, and you suddenly screamed. "I LOVE YOU!" He stood there with his arms limp at his side. Your words shocked him, and his mouth opened before he asked, "You love me?"

The light of disbelief shining in his eyes made your heart tighten. "Of course, I love you Lix. Honestly, I'm not sure how you didn't notice it," you added with a sheepish smile.

He took a step towards you, "You love me?" "Yes." Another. "You're sure?" you nodded with a bright smile. He was right in front of you, his arms a millimeter from wrapping around your body. "You love, love me?"

"OF COURSE I LOVE LOVE YOU. ALWAYS HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL." You leaped in his arms, water splashing around.

"SHE LOVES HIM!" Screamed the seven other boys in unison.

You smiled as you put your lips on his, barely registering the ruckus of your friends running for the two of you, throwing water around to celebrate the long-awaited moment you two idiots would realize you had been pinning for each other for years.

#ilya writes #stray kids fic #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #stray kids #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han skz #felix skz #seungmin #i.n skz #felix x reader #felix x y/n

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avenitacaliente · 1 year

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Tenoch Huerta and the racism in Mexico that he wants to be known about: a little bit of "Orgullo Prieto"

Photo taken for EL PAÍS, 09.07.22

For a few weeks Tenoch Huerta has been a trend on different social networks (which makes me proud, certainly. Hollywood finally makes the right people famous 👏) thanks to his portrayal of Namor in "Black Panther: Wakanda Forever" (I already read all your fics, they're amazing by the way).

But today I want to talk about something else, beyond his sexy back, his great performance as Namor and his countless and exotic sexual fetishes: his first book, in which he exposes, without stuttering, racism in Mexico: "Orgullo Prieto".

For those who don't know, Tenoch is an actor who for some time has turned his privileged speaker into a continuous platform against racism in Mexico.

This year, a few months before the premiere of his most recent film, Tenoch gave us this beauty, where, based on reflections, anecdotes, questions, concepts and ideas, he covers this topic, in an attempt to answer the question: of what we talk when we talk about...?

I had the opportunity to read a little of this book, which from the first page captivated me. You may not believe me, but throughout the entire reading I was smiling. Not because Tenoch was telling a story that made me happy or saying something funny, but because every word this man wrote, every word from which I learned something new. It left me floored. As part of Mexican society, reading this book (even if it was only a small part of it) made me realize the impact that racism had and has on my life and those around me. It made me question the origin of every decision I've made in the past and many of them come from the same root: racism, which without realizing it, was instilled in me since I was a child.

Leaving my sentimental speech behind, I would like to share with you small parts of—what I read from—this book, phrases and stories that made me think, get out of my comfort zone and say: "Verga, estamos bien jodidotes".

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"racism exists in everything: in every governmental, social, private, cultural institution and even in language. If we are part of this society and participate in all of the above, without needing to be violent or actively aggressor , whether we want to realize it or not, we are all racists. You and me too. Why? Because we were trained in it and it conditioned us, and because we ignore it for centuries so as not to speak openly and on a daily basis about the subject."

"It was too tired and painful. (He was talking about his attempt to belong to the whiteness) That attempt to assimilate me, to mix myself, cost me a lot. Little by little I came back to myself, but there is something I still can not recover from: I lost my linguistic identity, and I think forever. I stopped sounding like myself, like I sounded all my life. I stopped sounding like my childhood, like my friends, like my family. Years after having lost or forgotten this part of my identity, I took a voice workshop where the teacher said: "The eyes are the mirror of the soul, but the voice is the mirror of intimacy". I had lost it: I had lost myself. I was adrift for a few years and made a number of stupid things that separated me from my true and original being."

"I remember when, as a child, a teacher asked me if my parents weren't ashamed for giving me a dog's name. She was Mexican, brown like me, and part of the same population group. Without knowing it, with that question, she was denying our roots, our identity. She did it because she surely grew up hearing (also at school, the same from monographs or history books full of Europhile biases) that our ancestors were savages and that Europeans were an "advanced" civilization, just because they were cool, because they were splendid, They came to save us from an almost animal life. We must thank them for our "humanization" or something like that. Was it really like that? Were the Mesoamerican peoples the true savages?"

"I remember one of my girlfriends, brown girl, who always sought shade or avoided sunbathing at all costs because "it burned her face". She didn't say it because she was worried about getting skin cancer, but because she didn't want it to darken. She even told me that it was to avoid stains. She searched for all possible euphemisms to turn around the real reason: not to get "more dark". It is clear to me that she, like others, surely grew up hearing that the ideal way to be beautiful was to aspire to be white and that if you are dark, you have to avoid being even more so. They are aggressions that mark us."

"What happens then with those who deny racism in their country? Being racist is a "bad" thing. So, first: no one comes off as racist because no one wants to be the bad guy. Second: since they do not see themselves in that situation, riding a horse burning crosses, it means that they are not racist. It would be like saying that men who commit gender violence are only those who have reached the point of beating or murdering a woman. Seen like this, if I don't wear the cone, I'm not a racist. Mistake."

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Pleasure

Summary: You get dared by your old school friends to ask a stranger to play with your tits.

Pairing: dad’s friend!Boba Fett x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 4.1k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Modern AU, older man/younger woman, implied age gap, alcohol consumption, sex with strangers, coming untouched, semi-public intimacy, dom!Boba, sub!Reader, nipple play, dirty talk, little bit of humiliation, Reader is not described but it is mentioned that she does not wear a bra at some point

Alrighty, alrighty. Okay, alright. Are we ready? Like are we really, truly, ready for this? This is obviously set in the dad’s friend!Boba AU which is more of a sandbox AU for me to play in. This is their first meeting (obv) and it is based on another idea I had and I thought it would fit perfectly. Please do let me know what you think and if you like it and if so, what you liked and all that good stuff! Maybe I will write another part or another story set in this AU.

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A year ago, you had never thought you would drown your sorrows at a house party of a person whose name you did not even know in the town you had grown up in with people you had not seen since high school. But here you were, drowning out your disappointment, your sadness and your frustration by the way of loud techno beats and unnaturally coloured alcohol.

“All right,” Marissa passed the hot pink shots she had gotten to you and Chants, though her eyes did not leave yours, “You want a dare?”

For a second you regretted ever having asked her for a dare (“Something to liven up the party,” you had said half-jokingly after the conversation with your two oldest high school friends had come to an awkwardly silent end) but then you also remembered the fun time you had with them in your childhood bedroom, prank calling the neighbours before playing fuck marry killer with the seniors at school.

That was an eternity ago now but it had all seemed to light then. Your happiness did not have an expiration date then and the dream to make it out of your small town by the lake and into the big cities of the opposite coast had kept you company every night.

You hadn’t known yet that your dream would fail.

“Ask any random person here to play with your tits.”

Her voice pulled you out of your thoughts and your face must have shown your shock at the task because her pink-coloured lips (a perfect match to her equally pink hair) pulled up in a mischievous grin. Marissa always had been the joker of your group, you should have known better than to think that the years would have changed anything about that.

“Marissa!” Chants gasped, “You can’t do that!”

“Oh, calm down,” she waved him off, “It’s not like she has to do it. But we're in a house full of strangers and stars know it's been ages since you got laid” – you hated how right she was about that – “So let’s not pretend like I'm not doing you a favour.”

“I’ll do it,” you heard yourself say, steel in your voice as you threw back the sickly sweet drink. There was nothing worse than the artificial strawberry flavour.

“It’s not like I know anyone here anyway,” you stated, looking around the giant living room you were standing in. The villa (because there was no other word to describe the building you were in) was absolutely packed with what seemed to be the entire party population of your town and the few surrounding beach towns as well. It was all stark white walls and cement floors and floor-length windows and furniture that looked more like art than actually something to sit on. Only the colourful lights and (several) mirror balls hued the entire space in ever-changing colours.

No wonder whoever lived here threw all these parties. The place must seem pretty depressing otherwise.

With encouraging whoop whoop!s and You can do it!s you left Marissa and Chants behind and wandered through the dancing, yelling, drinking crowd that took up the entire ground floor. Until you spotted a figure leaning against one of the doorways to the stairway.

Your feet changed your course until you stood in front of him. He was older than you, though certainly not the oldest guest in attendance. (That would be Chants’ 94-year-old grandmother who had a reputation for attending the best raves in the province.)

But what struck you most was how unbothered he looked. How in control. He was dressed in dark pants and a black button-up, his sleeves were rolled up too, revealing strong veiny forearms that had your eyes lingering longer than they should have. He held a glass in his hand and when his eyes landed on you, making your way towards him, you imagined that his grip twitched just the slightest bit.

“Hi,” you said when you finally stood in front of him.

The main raised his eyebrows, “You lost there?”

You pressed your shoulders back, “No. You are the one

His lips lifted in a smirk and it took our breath away for a moment, how handsome he was, and your courage faltered. But you

“My friend dared me to ask someone to play with my tits.”

If your words caught him off guard, the man did not show it.

“So?” he smiled before taking a sip from the amber liquid, “That wasn’t a question.”

Was he really going to make you say it? Your ears burned with shame and something else as you looked at him. But he simply cocked his head as if to say I am waiting. And you somehow found that this was not a man you wanted to leave waiting.

Taking a deep breath, you asked, “Will you play with my tits?”

“No,” he said easily and finished his drink, “Congratulations, your dare is fulfilled.”

He turned to leave and you surprised yourself when your hand landed on his thick arm. He froze, as did you, and when his eyes met yours, it felt like a switch flipped in your head.

“No, wait, I –“ you paused, “I actually want it.”

His body faced yours again and stars was he broad as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. Stars what are you doing, trying to convince a man to touch you.”

“Ask me again, then, little one,” he rumbled and the pet name had your belly fluttering. Though maybe it was not your belly, maybe it was something else …

“Will you play with my tits, please?” you added the last word quietly, your pulse thrumming as you avoided his eyes. The bass reverberated in your chest and you tried to even out your breathing. This was fine. Everything was fine.

For the first time since you started talking, his eyes left your face and roamed down your body. Over your tight jeans and the loose but not quite opaque top you had chosen to wear. You found yourself wanting to impress him, wanting to please him and you were almost completely sure he would reject you again when he opened his mouth.

“You really want that?”

You nodded, too shy, too embarrassed to say anything more. It had been ages since you had been touched and something about the way he held himself made you feel like he knew how to touch you.

“Good,” he rumbled, his voice dropping even lower and causing a shiver of anticipation down your spine. You watched as he set his glass down on the side table, “But not here out in the open.”

“No,” you shook your head, agreeing with him, though you were a little scared to admit that you would have let him. You would have let him pull you into a corner somewhere and strip you down to nothing and do anything he wanted to you. You would have let him expose you however he saw fit.

Stars, I really need to get laid.

The man brought his hand around you, settling it on your lower back as he led you away from the improvised dance floor. There were throngs of people everywhere but they grew sparser the higher up the stairs he led you. Until you arrived in a hallway that was completely abandoned save for a couple that seemed too busy to make out to notice you. And then he continues, leading you around a corner and suddenly you were alone and the lights were dim and the music only a muted sound in the background.

“Do you live here?” you asked, nervously looking around. What if someone caught you?

“No,” he said, his voice calm as his hand landed on your hip, “but I know the owner. No one will disturb us here.”

You nodded and took another deep breath. That sounded good. That sounded safe.

“Do you still want this?

It but you were grateful. You nodded, your heart racing. And your pussy too.

“I need to hear words, little one,” he said with a crooked smile, still not touching you save for the hand on your hip that seemed to burn through the layers of clothes.

“Yes, I still want this.”

“Want what?”

Oh, now he was just teasing you!

“I want you to play with my tits, please.”

Shame and arousal had your cheeks burning but it was worth it when he hummed, his hand inching under the hem of your shirt. “Good girl.”

Oh.

Oh, that was new. That was lovely. That was something that had your eyes flutter and your pussy get surprisingly wet.

“You liked that,” he grunted, “You like praise.”

It was not a question and so you did not answer. The wet patch in your panties that grew by the second was answer enough. Though you could not shake the feeling that he liked you liking praise. Which made it all the better.

“Lift your shirt for me,” he instructed, tongue running over his lips, “You wear a bra?”

You nodded, your hands trembling as you lifted the soft fabric of your favourite going-out blouse. It was black and just the lightest bit sheer and breezy which made it the perfect sexy thing to wear in the warmer temperatures. The air wasn’t cold – it was the height of summer after all – but your nipples pebbled, still, beneath the lace of your bra.

Big hands reached for your tits, cupping them in his palms before lightly squeezing. His touches were softer, first, before they grew firm and had you squirming against the wall. Your breath got quicker already as you thought about the fact that you did not even know this man and he had you half-naked in the corridor of another stranger’s home.

A year ago, you never would have done something like that.

“Wh-What are you doing?” you whined when he still only squeezed your tits, his fingers gently digging into the soft flesh, “Why aren’t you touching me?”

“You asked me to play with your tits,” he replied steadily, his thumb rubbing over the lace that covered your nipple, “That is exactly what I am doing. Playing with your pretty tits.”

“Don’t you want me to take off my shirt?” you asked, confusion clear in your voice as you tried to shift your hands over your shoulders.

“Nah, little one,” he shook his head, a smile on his lips that made your breath hitch, “You are going to hold up your shirt for me. You want me to play with your tits, you got to do something for that, right?”

You nodded, chest heaving as you leaned your head back against the wall. “Right.”

The older man continued his ministrations, gently massaging your tits, pushing and pulling, making them bounce, teasing your nipples through the lace with the pads of his thumbs or his blunt fingernails. You had never been this turned on in your life.

His finger teased under the scalloped edge of your bra, the touch of his bare skin on yours driving you insane.

When he finally pulled down the cups of your bra, baring you to his eyes, you could have wept from relief. “Arch your back for me,” he murmured, sounding so focused and so in control. You did, doing your best to get your chest closer to his hands.

There was no shame now, now apprehension about what you were doing. This man seemed to know exactly what he was doing and you could not help but trust him.

“You have beautiful tits, you know that?” he asked casually as his fingers rolled your nipples, sending little pangs of pleasure through your entire body, “When was the last time somebody properly paid attention to you, hm?”

Too long ago.

And that was what you told him but he pulled your nipples sharply, “Specifics,” he instructed you lowly as you tried to keep your knees from buckling at the sheer sensation this man caused in you.

“Few – few months,” you tried to think feverishly, “Se-seven months. No, nine months.”

“Nine months,” he tsked, his thumb flicking over your pebbled nipple, “What a shame. What a waste. You deserve to have

Not knowing what to say to that, you simply leant into his touch. He expertly rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger before pulling on it ever so slightly, making you whimper. The mix of gentle and rough had you dizzy and wet and you swore none of your eyes had ever made you feel this way.

Stars you did not even know you could feel this way.

“Can I use my mouth on you?” he asked.

Your eyes flew open and you looked at him in surprise. But the older man simply returned your gaze, never pausing in his ministrations and he seemed serious in his questions. He really wanted to touch you more.

“Yes, please,” you nodded feebly, as if the way you were melting in his hands was not answer enough.

“Good girl,” he praised you again, a smirk on his face, “So polite.”

You squirmed, pressing your thighs together to get some sort of friction to your aching clit. He lowered his head to your chest, his warm breath washing over your skin and you whined, needing him more and more. But he did not let himself be rushed, no. His finger pulled on your nipple again until your whine turned into a gasp. Only then did he let you go and carefully closed his mouth around you. He sucked on you, ever so gently, with just a hint of teeth scraping over the sensitive flesh and you swore your vision went white for just a moment.

He must have noticed the way your entire body spasmed just for him because he pulled away, a glint in his eyes that told you he was far from done with you.

“I wonder if I can make you come just from this,” he murmured against your chest, “Just playing with you until your gorgeous pussy drips all on her own,” he lightly sucked on your nipple, “You want me to try?”

Speaking seemed like the last thing you would be capable of so you nodded, your heavy breaths echoing in the dark hallway.

“Answer me with words, little one,” he admonished you, pinching your nipple tightly and another wave of wetness rushed down your legs. You wouldn’t be able to sit down anywhere today without leaving a wet patch, that was for sure.

“Yes,” you gasped out, “Please make me come.”

“With pleasure,” he grinned, “You just lean back and keep holding up your shirt for me, yeah? I will take care of the rest.”

And he did. He licked and sucked and pinched until you were a dripping, moaning mess. Your hips had a mind of their own as you started to move against him, trying to grind against the considerable bulge in his pants that had your mouth watering, but his hand was strong on your hip, pinning you back against the wall.

“You are going to come only from this,” he instructed darkly and you nodded. The yes sir almost slipping out of you. You felt like you were on cloud nine, floating above everyone and everything. The dim light, the loud bass that echoed throughout the house, hell, even the sound of partying people two stories below – it all added to the thrill of this stranger sucking on your tit while rolling your other nipple between his fingers.

It felt like you could not breathe, like your whole body was pulled taut with pleasure and he was the only one who could release you. Who could give you release.

“You are such a good girl for me,” he grunted in your ear, “I wish you could see yourself. Absolutely depraved right now. Presenting your tits for a man you don’t know anything about except that he is the one that is going to make you come.”

“I know you would have let me do this downstairs, too,” he added, “But here's the thing: I don’t share. And I don’t think any of these boys even deserve the sight of your pretty tits like this, now, do they?”

You shook your head. “Only you,” you mumbled feverishly, your fingers tightening their grip on the fabric, “Only you, sir.”

His groan was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. “That’s right,” he pressed a hard kiss against your neck, “Only I see you like this. Only I get to see how pretty you look when you come from this.”

For a moment, you debated telling him that you did not think you would come. That you were so turned on – more than ever before – and that what he did felt great but you were not sure if it would actually make you come. But then he bit down on your nipple and pulled the other one and your whole world reeled.

You came. You actually came.

And you did not stop coming for what felt like a solid two minutes. You were shaking, gasping, and at some point, you must have let go of your shirt because you were gripping his broad shoulders with all of your might as if they anchored you to gravity.

“Holy shit,” you brought out when you finally regained control of everything, “Holy fucking shit.”

The stranger had let go of your tits. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in for a hug. Strange enough, this felt way more intimate than what you had done before but you could not bring yourself to worry. Not when he smelled so good and the post-orgasm fatigue set in.

“Good fucking girl,” he praised you, his eyes soft and warm as he looked you over, “Are you feeling okay?”

You nodded weakly and he pressed a kiss to your cheek before pulling away. You were still completely out of breath and your pussy pulsed when you saw him adjusting himself in his slacks. You wanted to touch him.

You wanted to be touched by him.

But you were scared, too. Shocked, mostly. At what you had just done. Had you really let a stranger just make you come in a house full of people?

“Let's get you some water,” he murmured as he helped you straighten out your clothes, “And then off to your friends you go.”

You nodded numbly, legs shaking and still unsteady on your feet. But he helped you, one hand on your lower back and the other supporting your arm as you made your way down the stairs. The louder the music got, the more you felt like you had just returned to reality from some sort of dream. Some perfect, delicious, very hot dream.

Returning to the living room turned dance floor, neither of you spoke and you simply accepted the glass of cool water he got you. “Drink it,” he instructed you softly, “And make sure you get home safe tonight.”

When you found Marissa and Chants again, you were still torn between pure shock at what you had just done and grief at not having asked him for his name.

Your nipples were sore the next day but you still would have done anything to have that man play with you again. Maybe you could have asked him to spend the night at his place, letting him fuck you seven ways ‘till Sunday. If he had made you come this hard just from playing with your chest, you wanted to find out what he could do if he had you all to himself for a whole night.

Still, you stayed in bed until well past noon, trying to avoid the reality that had seemed to be suspended for just a moment last night.

It was unlike you and, to be honest, you were a little scared of your forwardness. Of your courage. But it had been rewarded in the best ways and finally, it felt like maybe you really could start fresh. Like maybe this was the moment you needed to gain back the trust in yourself.

You could do things!

You did not have to have everything figured out right now, you just needed the courage to somehow move forward.

And if you could ask a stranger for intimacy at a party, then moving forward seemed like no effort at all.

You skipped a bra, not wanting to subject your chest to more sensation than necessary, and instead opted for a long flowy summer dress and a light cardigan over top. It would give you some coverage, still, so it would not be awkward for your sister’s fiancée to face you.

Looking in the mirror, you felt like your new self. Like maybe you had needed yesterday to get back some of your courage, some of the spirit that had made the past year so fun before everything had just crumbled around you.

“Oh honey, there you are,” your mother greeted you as you came down the stairs, “You came home late last night. Was it a good party, then?”

You knew she was worried and you knew she tried her best to give you the privacy you needed. After all, you weren’t a child anymore. You were a grown woman who had to move back to her parents across the country after losing her job. It was an unfamiliar situation for you all and you appreciated her effort at making you feel like a roommate more than a child.

“It was,” you replied, grabbing a slice of fruit, “It was nice seeing some people from school again. It is like nothing changed.”

“Oh, you and your change,” she tutted good-naturedly, swatting your hand away as you reached for another slice of orange, “That’s for after lunch. It's almost ready.”

You glanced at the clock. “That’s early.”

“Your father has some friends over,” she explained, “From work. They’re going golfing this afternoon so I thought that is the perfect opportunity for an early lunch.”

Thank the stars for your father and his friends because you were starving.

“Go and say hi, honey,” she shooed you out of the kitchen and you smiled, your bare feet hitting the cold tiles of the hallway, “And you can tell them to set the table.”

You found your dad and his friends on the patio, soaking up the warm summer air.

“There you are, hon,” he greeted you with a smile and you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Hi, dad. Mom says lunch’s almost ready.”

“Ah,” he slapped his palms on his thighs before standing up, “You know what that means, boys! Time to set the table.”

One of your dad’s friends stood up. George, you remembered. He had lived down the street ever since you could remember and his kids were good friends with your sister. “It's been ages,” he said, a genuine smile on his face. “Look at how you’ve grown!”

You were pretty sure you hadn’t changed that much since graduating college but you were not about to correct him. He meant well, you knew.

Your father paused, “Oh I am sorry. Everyone, this is my eldest daughter, fresh back from the other end of the world.”

You rolled your eyes. “Not the end of the world,” you corrected him gently, “Just the other side of the country.”

And what wouldn’t you give to be back there right now.

The men all chuckled and you paused when you heard a familiar voice. You ran your eyes over the mostly familiar faces, faces you had known since childhood or at least from the pictures your parents posted regularly on Facebook. Faintly you could hear your dad introduce them all again – George from accounting, of course, then there was Paul and Obi-Wan and James (an absolute perv as you and your sister had determined years ago) and not to forget Bail Organa.

But it was the newest face, the face that was supposed to be unfamiliar, that made your heart freeze for a scary few seconds before it started racing so fast you thought you might throw up.

“Boba Fett,” he said, holding out an all too familiar hand. A hand that had spent considerable time playing with your tits just last night.

“Boba is the CFO after the merger,” your dad introduced the man, “Recently moved here from – where was it again, Boba?”

“Tatooine,” he replied without taking his eyes off you.

“Pleasure to meet you,” you heard yourself say, his hand closing around yours. His grip was gentle but firm. And warm. You could feel the callouses on his fingertips, the ones that had made him playing with you so fucking delicious. Your nipples hardened under the soft fabric of your dress and you prayed that he did not notice.

“Believe me,” he smiled, though his eyes said so much more than the usual pleasantries when they fell to your chest for a fraction of a second, “The pleasure is all mine.”

#maybege writes #boba fett x reader #boba fett x fem!reader #smut

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I love your Ithan fic and I was wondering if you would be willing to write a Ruhn fic where the reader is sister's with Ithan (there's no being engaged to Hypaxia), and the two get together when Ithan and Bryce reconnect and it's fluffy and little smutty? Sorry if this doesn't make sense. Thank you

sweet like candy.

author's note: when i tell y'all that i'm on my knees for ruhn danaan, crown prince of the valbaran fae...whew. 🥵🥵🥵

Do you want to get out of here?

Ruhn’s voice purrs into your thoughts. His suggestive tone pulls your attention away from your conversation with Bryce and Hunt as you stare at your boyfriend from across the room.

Flanked by Dec and Flynn, Ruhn raises a brow at you from the couch. A cloud of mist swirls around your three favorite males as your boyfriend blows a ring of smoke in the air. The stench of mirthroot clings to every surface in the tiny living room, which was even more crowded than usual since Flynn thought it was a great idea to invite what seemed like the entire population of Crescent City into your home.

You chuckle, shaking your head. Ruhn pouts as you lower your mental shield. Isn’t it rude to leave your own party?

We wouldn’t technically be leaving, your boyfriend says with a sly smile. Just going upstairs and having a party of our own.

A shiver of anticipation skirts up your spine. Well, when you put it like that…

“You two are adorable,” Bryce cuts in. She flips her long red hair behind her shoulder, shooting a knowing look between you and her older brother.

You blink, almost forgetting about everything that wasn’t Ruhn. Right. You were actively having a conversation before your boyfriend distracted you.

“Try disgusting,” Ithan cuts in. Your older brother states, blanching. “Living with these two is almost as bad as my stay at the Bryce and Hunt sex villa.”

Bryce snorts as you roll your eyes. “I thought you were the Crown Prince of the Valbaran Fae’s number one fan.”

“Not when he’s dating my baby sister,” Ithan responds with a grimace.

“Such an alphahole,” you mutter in annoyance. Despite the comment, you find yourself smiling. You and Ithan were incredibly close, given all that you’ve been through as siblings and he was incredibly protective of you. As wolves, you were both fiercely loyal and stubborn to a fault.

When Sabine kicked him out of the Den, you were out on a mission away from Lunathion and you thanked Urd that Bryce had taken him in after Perry dropped him off nearly beaten to a pulp. You weren't sure what you would've done if you'd lost another brother. Needless to say, you went into a rage upon your return. None of the other wolves had ever seen you so angry and completely, utterly, out of your mind when you attacked the Prime Apparent in retaliation to what she'd done to your brother. Sabine may have been stronger than you, but you would've torn her apart for nearly taking Ithan away from you too. The grief of losing Conner wasn't something you wanted to live through again.

Luckily, Ithan was there to intervene. Along with his newfound group of friends that took you in just as they had done for him.

It wasn’t that big of an adjustment to live with four males since you grew up with Ithan and Connor, but Declan and Flynn had a harder time adjusting. The two Fae males weren’t used to adhering to any semblance of order. They would never admit it, but the changes you’d implemented around the house, including coming up with a rotating chore schedule and weekly grocery trips so that you had something other than beer and pizza in the fridge greatly improved their lives.

Flynn often called you a bossy know-it-all and while Dec complained about the incessant bickering between you and the Fae lord, they both warmed up to you rather quickly. Mostly because they've never seen anyone put Ruhn in his place quite like you did.

The Crown Prince didn't mind that you made him take his boots off before stepping on the brand new pink rug that you insisted added warmth to the living room or that he couldn’t drink milk right out of the carton anymore without receiving a swat on the back of the head. Ruhn didn’t even bat an eyelash when you switched the channel from the sunball game to one of those trashy reality shows that you seemed to love so much, despite his roommate’s protests.

Most of all, Ruhn loved that you didn’t seem to give a shit that he was the Starborn Prince. You still yelled at him when he ate your leftovers or used up the fancy shampoo that you and Flynn hoarded like gold. And he loved every second of it.

Hunt nudges you with his wing. “I, for one, am glad that you two are dating,” the angel states. “You put Danaan in his place like no one’s business.”

A tattooed arm slinks over your shoulder, pulling you close. “And here I thought we were becoming friends, Athalar.”

The Umbra Mortis chuckles. “Doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy a tiny little thing like her knocking you down a few pegs.”

Bryce grins as she surveys the absolute love struck look on her brother’s face. “Agreed, Athalar. It’s about damn time that my brother got a love life of his own, so he can stay out of mine.”

“Speaking of my love life.” Ruhn starts, nudging your hip with his. “It’s time we bow out of this party.”

“We have an early start tomorrow and someone turns into a grumpy little wolf when they don’t get enough sleep.” Your boyfriend teases, smoothly providing an alibi for you two to sneak off to his room.

“Seriously?” Flynn asks with a groan. “Little wolf really sank her claws into you huh, Danaan? You’re so unbelievably whipped.”

Ruhn only chuckles. “You would be too if you were lucky enough to have her as your girlfriend.”

You scrunch your nose. “I think I’d take my chances with the dragon.”

With a bevy of laughter and a huff of annoyance from the lordling, you wave to your friends as Ruhn ushers you upstairs.

As soon as the door shuts behind you, Ruhn’s mouth is on yours. You giggle, smiling into the kiss as your boyfriend leads you to the bed. Your knees hit the edge of the mattress as Ruhn carefully sets you down, his raven hair cascading over you like a dark curtain while he deepens the kiss. The guttural sound he releases when your tongue sweeps past his parted lips makes your head spin with desire.

“You taste like cherries,” you murmur, taking his bottom lip between your teeth. Flicking your tongue through his lip ring was Ruhn’s invitation to unleash himself on you.

“Flynn made me try one of his fancy little cocktails again,” he replies absentmindedly, lifting the hem of your shirt and pressing kisses into your overheated skin. Ruhn pulls it over your head before moving downwards to slide his hands up your skirt. He crumples the fabric up between his fingers before taking the lace of your panties between his teeth. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll taste like you soon enough.”

The predatory smirk he flashes your way sends a shiver down your spine as Ruhn’s head disappears between your thighs. He lets out a pleased hum when he finds you wet and soaking for him, ready for his tongue to be buried between your slick folds.

Ruhn grips your hips, holding you down as he slowly licks a stripe through your soaking core. “Hang on tight, baby.”

That’s the only warning you get before his wicked tongue threatens to unravel you. Ruhn grunts as you buck against his mouth, your slender fingers tugging at his hair roughly. He loved making you needy and desperate. The bossy wolf tamed into a mewling pup with just the flick of his tongue.

Your boyfriend eats you out like it’s his sole mission in life, making you moan and writhe underneath him as he slides a finger inside of you. Judging by the way your thighs clench around him, Ruhn takes it as a signal to slip both his index and middle finger inside you, curving to touch that spongy spot atop your walls.

“I can tell you’re about to cum, but can you do something for me, little pup?” Ruhn asks from between your legs.

You nod, barely forming coherent thoughts from the pleasure he was giving you. “Anything, Ruhn.”

“I want you to ride my face, sweetheart.”

Your eyes flutter open. “What if I’m too heavy? I—I don’t want to crush you.”

Ruhn squeezes your hip gently. “You won’t. Trust me baby, I can handle it.”

You shift, putting your weight on your elbows. This was new territory for you. You weren’t by any means inexperienced, but no male had ever asked you to sit on their face. Then again, no male ever ate your pussy with as much enthusiasm and expertise as Ruhn did. It always surprised you how attentive your boyfriend was. Whether you were in or out of the bedroom, Ruhn always made sure to put you first.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely positive.” Your boyfriend reassures you with a gentle kiss. Ruhn lies on his back, grinning as he pulls you by the wrist. “Don’t be shy, baby. Come get on top of me.”

Despite your uncertainty, you’re more than happy to oblige him. Ruhn watches as you straddle his stomach, inching higher and higher until both of your thighs are settled on either side of his face. He twines your fingers together, kissing your knuckles before placing your hands on the wooden headboard.

“Hold on to the headboard, sweetheart.”

His voice is laced with sensual promise and you can’t help but whimper as his large hands clamp down on the tops of your thighs, firmly positioning you over his face like it was your own personal throne. You slightly hover above him as though you were still scared that he wouldn’t be able to handle all of you.

“All the way, baby. I want to feel all of you.”

Slowly, but surely, you put all of your weight on Ruhn and he groans in pleasure, continuing his feast like eating your pussy was his favorite thing in the world. The worry of crushing your boyfriend soon dissipates as he works you with his tongue. It feels good, so good that you find yourself gripping the headboard for support while you ride his face.

Despite having his mouth full, Ruhn finds another way to let you know just how much he enjoys your enthusiasm.

There’s a good girl. Keep riding my face just like that, sweetheart.

“Burning fucking Solas,” you mutter under your breath. “That feels so good. Don’t stop, Ruhn.”

Ruhn moans at the desperation in your voice, circling your clit with his tongue and flicking faster and faster as you buck against his sharp jaw.

Gonna cum for me, sweet girl? Go on, then. I want to taste you on my tongue.

The words send you over the edge and you cum hard, squirting into Ruhn’s mouth while he laps up your juices. Soft moans slip past your lips almost reverently as your boyfriend licks up every last drop. The orgasm racks through your entire body and you crumple into Ruhn’s arms. He strokes your hair before kissing you softly, the taste of you coating his tongue.

Your eyes flutter open, finding his loving gaze already fixated on you. “Was that your first time squirting?” he asks gently.

Heat travels up your cheeks. You were so busy chasing after yours that you didn’t even realize what you’d done. “I—I’m so sorry. I’ve never done that before. Everything just happened so fast—”

Ruhn cuts you off with a kiss. When he pulls away, there’s nothing but care and appreciation in his eyes. “Don’t be sorry. I loved it. You taste sweet like candy.” He caresses your cheek, tracing the outline of your lips. “Did you like it?”

“Are you kidding? It was fucking amazing.” Ruhn chuckles as you wrap your arms around his neck. “You’re fucking amazing, Ruhn.”

You kiss him, slow and deep, showing him just how much you appreciated every part of him. Ruhn was the best boyfriend any female could ever ask for. He was kind, thoughtful, loyal and a top notch lay. You made sure to convey that last part out loud.

“You’ve been hanging around Flynn too much,” he says with an amused chuckle. “Now c’mere, sweetheart. I’m trying to add excellent cuddler to the list as well.”

You sigh happily as Ruhn wraps you into his arms, pulling you close and kissing your temple. “Consider it done.”

#i am simping for ruhn on this fine tuesday evening #THE CROWN PRINCE OF THE VALBARAN FAE?#ruhn danaan #ruhn danaan smut #ruhn danaan x reader #ruhn danaan x you #crescent city #hoeab #hosab

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catholic-character-tournament · 11 months

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Round 1 - Side B

Propaganda below ⬇️

Johnathan

Catholicism doesn’t really exist in the game but it also kind of does. Basically, Johnathan didn’t know that God existed until one day all the angels started coming down from heaven to have a war with the demons from hell. And then Johnathan made a pledge to go serve god and heaven and kill all humans living on earth because they were like “unfit” or “unclean” or something. So then Johnathan’s friend Walter goes to hang out with satan and then they become enemies :( But he’s basically catholic even if he doesn’t directly call himself that so i’m gonna say yes.

Johnathan literally fuses himself with god to become merkabach. He is unhinged. At the start of the game i thought he was cool because he didn’t want me to kill my best friend like WALTER did. And unlike WALTER, johnathan didn’t fuck up the boss fight with the minotaur. But then johnathan became really really bourgeoise or bougie idk whatever idk how to spell it. And then johnathan was like “FUCK POOR PEOPLE” and i was like no girl nooooo. But johnathan wanted to fuse himself with god and wipe all humans off the face of the earth because heaven thought they were impure. So he was trying to invoke the angels of destruction so badly and i was like johnathan you can’t do that son, and so i had to beat his ass. And then by extension i had to also beat god’s ass. And then i don’t really remember what happens but johnathan was essentially the most catholic guy in existence considering i don’t know anybody else who was chill enough with god to do steven universe fusion with him.

ok so like in smt theres alignments . chaos neutral and law. jonathan is the local lawboy and this means hes like the one who rather follow the rules already established and reject radical changes. but anyways hes also shown to be some sort of follower of god in this world and also of the like. local religion or whatever in mikado (where everyone is from) and hes very devoted to the cause and to keep things peaceful as they are now instead of trying to change shit up like walter (the chaosboy)

if he wants to commit genocide who am i to say no

has one fight with friend and decides to become an angel about it and nuke tokyo off the map

Fuses with literal biblical angels to become another angel that then wants to genocide anyone deemed ungodly/unclean by the biblical higher powers (which includes the entire population of Tokyo. And people who read manga).

Dude he is absolutely insane. He's my poor little meow meow. The party got high and he rolled around on the floor and meowed because he thought he was a cat. He is also so insanely gay. Like stupidly queer coded . that just makes the catholic guilt hit harder tbh

Gay boy who dies in every timeline

Paul

he's like if renfield from dracula was cool youth pastor.

He's also a priest, who essentially becomes a vampire due to an "angel" and tries to convert the entire town. He also runs an Alcoholics Anonymous group. I love him

Listen you've probably gotten this guy idk how many times but JUST IN CASE, I submitted him. He's a priest who fell in love and had a lesbian daughter. He becomes a vampire after his money-laundering fundie simp sent him to the Holy Land. He's so torn up over his lover having dementia and God allowing so much overwhelming death that he decides he's going to try to Cure Death Forever but oh boy is it a slippery slope and the man is surrounded by enablers.

so i binged watch the chosen (it's a drama series but it's the bible) and I needed to balance or else Id be insane so I watched midnight mass. It was good. Fuck this rat -- op

#shin megami tensei #jonathan smt #smt #father paul hill #midnight mass #cct polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr bracket #tumblr polls

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gottestod-writes · 2 months

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Writeblr Intro

Hi, I feel like it's finally time for me to do one of these. I've decided to create a side blog entirely dedicated to writing and writeblr so as to keep things orderly.

About me: I'm Eloma and have been dabbling with writing ever since I was a teen. Nothing ever came of it until 2 1/2 years ago when I joined the writing group of two friends. I have now completed the second draft of my first novel-length thing. Besides writing and reading, I love drawing, bg3, and pen and paper role playing games.

So far, I've been a little post-shy when it comes to writeblr (hopefully, this side blog will change that), but I love lurking and seeing other writers ramble about their projects, post writing snippets, gush about their OC's, or share their art. Excitement is contagious!

I'm open to chat, though I may not respond straight away (time zones and work) and would love to find other writers to interact with and follow, so please interact if you want me to see you <3 I don't know how tag games work but would love to participate one day lol I like and follow from my main account @g0ttest0d

My Writing

I don't currently have any of my writing shared online (yet!), but I do have two WIPs that I work on and may post about in the future. I enjoy writing fantasy, although not the sword and sorcery type but rather the smaller and more personal stories. Things don't always end well for the characters involved. I'm obsessed with world building, especially anything food or religion.

WIP 1) War In Heaven

Lucifer is just an ordinary office worker, directly employed by the Father himself and seeking happiness through consumerism and an implicitly promised raise. Through meeting a fellow angel, trading with the local squatting population and encountering the first humans, he is thrust into questioning his own position in a deeply classist society. The story is non-religious.

Current stage: 2nd draft complete (it's a mess hihi) Word count: 84k

WIP 2) Memento Morisn't (temporary title)

A young woman in the fictional world of Amberplain is torn between family life in her rural hometown and getting her university education in the big city. A family tragedy and a job offer by one of her teachers put her on a path of no return. Meanwhile a spirit intrigued by such crazy concepts as "physical sensations" and "fun" attempts to sneak their way into the human world for good.

(Content is subject to change)

Current stage: planning and plotting Word count: 0

#writeblr #writeblr intro #writing #creative writing #mine #gottestod-writes

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orbitariums · 1 year

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poison | steve harrington x black female reader

a little steve harrington x black reader imagine set in the 90s

contains: use of daddy, praise + degradation, etc

enjoy!

Steve couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You were bent over at your vanity, elbows perched like a doll on the white marble top while you squeezed out clear lip gloss from a tube. It was that sticky 99 cent kind from the hair store that stuck to Steve’s lips whenever he kissed you, leaving behind a sickly sweet taste that he yearned for more of all the time.

And that dress you were wearing. A simple white dress that clung to your body, hung onto every curve so unforgivingly. The contrast of the white against your skin tone made your color pop. He almost couldn’t stand the thought that other people would get to see you like this, and he made a mental note in his head at that very moment to be by your side at every moment of that party. Not because he didn’t trust you, but because he wanted everyone to know that you were his, without a sliver of doubt.

Watching you pucker your lips and dab delicately at the bit of gloss that strayed from the outlines of your perfect lips became too much for Steve, who had been sitting on the bed behind you with an almost glazed over look in his heavy-lidded eyes. He sat up and stood right behind you, his body flush with yours.

He keeled over you and you felt your breath, warm against his neck, before you heard his voice.

“Baby, let’s just skip the party, hmm? Let’s stay home.”

You knew Steve had nothing but lust running through his mind when his hand found its way up your body and onto the curvy flesh of your chest and he took a squeeze.

You smiled, shaking your head and leaning away out of Steve’s grasp so you could keep prettying yourself up.

“Steve, we are going to this party. It’s Ariana’s birthday, I really don’t wanna miss it. She throws the illest parties, too.”

Steve was relentless, swaying along with you and playfully nipping at your chin, grabbing your sides with a soft grip,

“Mm-mm. I’m keeping you right here, all night. I want you to myself.”

“Mhm, keep dreaming lover boy,” you replied offhandedly, rummaging through your vanity dresser for blush.

When he realized you weren’t giving in to his boyish charm, he pouted dramatically, sitting back on the bed with noticeable force. You turned back to face him when you heard the way the springs creaked angrily with his body weight.

“Can you relax?” you asked, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Just let me fuck you one time before we go,” Steve practically begged.

“Steve!”

“Fine,” Steve bleated monotonously, folding his arms and deadpanning like a child denied a piece of candy. “But you better behave tonight.”

You didn’t take him seriously, but a few hours later, boy did you wish you would’ve.

You pulled up to the party not long after, of course not without having to practically tear Steve off of you all throughout the journey through your house to the car and then to the door of the party, which was held on college campus in Ariana’s sorority. The music was blasting and you could hear it even before you walked in—the song Poison to be specific. You danced a little beside Steve while waiting for the door to open, and he just stood there watching you with that horny little smile on his face.

“Yo!” greeted a friendly voice as the door opened. It was one of your mutual friends, one out of many people who had taken a liking to “white boy Steve,” as your entire friend group called him. Steve paid no mind to the nickname, in fact he had grown accustomed to it and he honestly loved it. It was like second nature to him. “White boy Steve, what’s up, my man?”

You watched Pierce, the guy who had opened the door, reach out his hand to dap Steve up. Steve dapped him up accordingly, then pulled him into a hug. Pierce greeted you as well and welcomed the both of you in, alerting everyone that white boy Steve had arrived. He was in fact, the only white boy for miles on this campus, which was populated by mostly Black and Latinx students. But even with his gelled up hair and a demeanor similar to that of a frat boy, he fit right in.

The party had already gotten started. The house smelled of smoke and liquor, and the floor shook with all the dancing feet pounding against it. It was crowded, as always, but still enough space to walk around and socialize. Although Steve loved seeing you and his friends, you were the only thing on his mind. He was antsy to get out of here and find someplace quiet where he could have you all to himself. It was all because of that damn dress, and that lip gloss you insisted on reapplying coats of every five seconds. It drove him crazy and it was taking everything in him not to drag you away from Ariana midconversation, as you wished her a happy birthday.

“Ari!” you trilled, running up to her as best you could in your glittery silver heels, another thing that was making Steve lose his mind. You were the picture of elegance in his eyes, the definition of a princess. He loved having you as his arm candy, and loved taking care of you even more. It didn’t help that he was also one drink in— that dark brown liquor was going right to his dick.

“Mama, it’s so good to see you, you look so good,” Ariana complimented you with eyes wide. “Lemme see a little spin.”

You actually spun around. Steve’s brows raised all the way up, an uncontrollable reaction, watching you show it off so casually, laughing while you did. Steve couldn’t comprehend how that laugh rang like the most angelic music in his ears and also made him want to bend you over until your innocent giggles were drowned out by crude moans. Meanwhile, you were off in girly fairyland with your friend, completely oblivious to Steve and all the things he wanted to do to you.

Ariana was trilling and whooping and hyping you up, and all Steve could offer was a nonchalant, wordless nod to her. How was he supposed to talk, or keep himself together when you were literally twirling around in front of him?

“Girl, you not even drunk,” you narrowed your eyes doubtfully at Ariana, who was in fact still stable on her feet.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

A brief pause between the two of you, the giddy anticipation budding between you before you both girlishly squealed,

“Birthday shots!”

Steve cursed himself as you and Ariana made a bee-line for the kitchen and you beckoned him to come with you. Drunk you meant tonight was going to be even harder for him. Steve decided he might as well match you if this was what was going to happen.

Five shots in, you, Steve and Ariana were drunker than a donkey’s ass. Ariana had gone full birthday girl mode, climbing up on the countertop in the center of the kitchen and dancing with the vigor you would expect from a drunk twentysomething. You were safe on the ground, cheering her on until your voice went sore, and then you did the unthinkable. Before Steve could stop you, you had removed your shoes, tossed them to the side and climbed up on the kitchen counter, nearly crashing into Ariana before you joined her in dancing. Steve couldn’t tell what song was playing, only that the bass was bumping and that it was so loud, but not loud enough to cover the cheers and heckling you two were getting from your onlookers. It was all fun and games, sure, but when you started to sway your hips and dance against Ariana, it was like Steve lost himself.

Everything around him that wasn’t you was starting to blend, his vision a vignette blur with you as the sole focus. He couldn’t decide between being territorial over the fact that you were dancing like that in front of everyone or if he should just stand back and appreciate the show you were giving him. Drunk as he was, his senses got the best of him and he was focused primarily on your safety. Both of you had nearly slipped off the table twice, so now Steve was beckoning you to come down. You couldn’t hear him at first, but when you finally noticed him, you pouted and shook your head.

“Stevie, I’m having fun!” you babbled, throwing your hands up defiantly3 in the air and back down against your sides. “Girls just wanna have fun? Ever heard of it!”

“Baby, you gotta get down,” Steve insisted, even though he couldn’t deny that you were cute like this, drunk and carefree and bratty. He was just scared to death that you were going to fall, or that you might be embarrassed in the morning.

“No!” you squealed, laughing as you kept dancing, to the delight of other partygoers who were just as plastered as you were. “Let me live my life! I’ll only be young once!”

“Okay, that’s enough, YN,” Steve said, trying to sound as serious as he could. You turned to him and for a moment he thought you were going to come down, but then you reached your arms out to him and started trying to pull him up to dance with you.

“C’mon Stevie, dance with me!” you chirped, a big goofy smile on your face, your eyes round and wide.

He chuckled, shaking his head. It didn’t help that everyone else was chanting and trying to get him to let loose too. You were just so sexy, he truly did want to, but he knew better.

“YN, I’m serious!” he warned, but you ignored him, still tugging relentlessly at his hand.

Frustrated now, Steve rolled his eyes as he took your hand, but instead of getting on the counter with you, he pulled you off with gentle ease, folding you over his shoulder while his hands gripped the backs of your legs. You whined loudly, pounding your fists against his back and kicking your feet as the crowd playfully booed Steve. He motioned his free hand downwards in the air as if to tell everyone to settle down, apologizing flippantly,

“I know, I know. Sorry, show's over.”

Steve grabbed your shoes and then walked over to the living room, trying to keep his balance as he set you on the floor finally. You hobbled just a bit and then snatched the heels away from him, putting them back on so angrily it was almost comical. Steve was watching you with a satisfied smile on his face, amused by how upset you were at making you get down from the table.

“I was really in my groove over there!” you complained, pushing against Steve’s chest.

“I know, baby, I know, you did great.”

Still frowning, you inched towards him, your indignant facade fading with each step you took. Steve knew that look in your eyes from anywhere. It was the look you gave him when you were about to finesse whatever you wanted from him. That low, doe-eyed gaze slightly upward through your long lashes. A small ghost of a smile perched upon those thick, glossy lips, almost a smirk. You reached your hand out, touching his chest, your voice low and husky but still audible over the music.

“Would you rather I was dancing on you like that? Is that it, Stevie, hmm?” you implored, your voice lilted and almost taunting.

Steve swallowed. He had been wanting to fuck you all day, especially the minute you put that dress on. Now, there was no telling what he might do. Steve’s eyes, filled with a burning desire, slowly traveled from your lips to your eyes. That liquor was hitting especially hard right now.

You bit down gently on your lip and turned around slowly, gracefully, your head turned back so you could whisper into Steve’s ear, while you elongated your agitating tease against him, slowly starting to sway your hips into him. Your ass was directly against his dick and you made sure of that, feeling it lift slightly each time you backed up into him and snaked your body side to side. Steve’s hand flung to your hip and his grip was firm and almost harsh. He was practically melting into you, his lips dropped slightly open in pure lust.

“You want me to dance on you like this, right?”

“Hell yes,” Steve nearly moaned, nevermind the other people in the room, who were also dancing just like this with their beau of the night.

You took it a step further, wrapping your hand around his neck and digging your fingers into his hair, giving it the slightest pull. This time, he really did moan, quietly into your ear. You knew he would— as picky as Steve was about his hair, the one time he didn’t mind getting it messed up was when you were pulling it. He was rock hard against you now, and it was like you were purposefully pressing up harder against him because of that.

“I can feel how hard you are. You know, that is just so inappropriate, Stevie, I mean real-”

You were toying with him, but before you could even finish your sentence, Steve had torn away from you and was grabbing your hand, pulling you along with him until he found a room that was empty. It was the bathroom right on this floor, in plain sight of all the partygoers, but he didn’t give a fuck. He was going to have you, and he was going to have you now. You’d been teasing him all night, with glimpses of your long legs, the sight of your dress riding up your thighs when you sat down, watching you constantly smear gloss on your lips, the way you smelled… and he had to endure it all— enough was enough.

He closed and locked the door with superhuman swiftness, and the light turned on viciously bright in contrast with the dim lighting of the party.

“Steve, what are you—”

“You’re so fucking stupid,” he practically growled, pulling you close to him and crashing his lips against yours. Though you were caught off guard, you kissed him back just as hard. His longing, open mouth, the way his tongue crashed against yours and the firm grip he had on your hips let you know just how long he’d been waiting to do this, and the way you kissed him back was as if to tell him he was finally going to get it.

You pulled away first, breathless, laughing slightly against Steve’s lips,

“I’m the stupid one? You just pulled us into the bathroom. Everyone’s gonna know what we’re doing.”

“They can watch for all I care,” Steve replied dismissively. The thought made the heat rise in your cheeks and caused your eyes to widen slightly, a reaction which Steve noted, even in his drunken haze. He cocked his head mischievously to the side, the smirk on his face uncontrollable. “But maybe you’d like that.”

You giggled nervously, turning your head to the side so you didn’t have to face him,

“You’re such an idiot.”

Steve pulled you back in, starting to pepper kisses along your neck. His hand, big and strong, found its way to your ass and he squeezed through the fabric of your dress, making you throw your head back slightly. A pleased moan echoed from your lips into his ears, which were ringing with the sound of the loud, unforgiving desire he felt for you.

“Fuck, let me have you baby,” he moaned raggedly, his lips hung open against your neck. You simply moaned in response, hardly picking up on what he was saying because you were in so much pleasure, racked by the idea of being watched or heard.

“Can I have you baby?” he asked, this time with his lips pressed to your ear. “Right here?”

“Fuck, Steve,” you pressed yourself up against him. “You… you want me right now?”

You were breathless, you could barely talk while Steve pressed kisses all along your neck and your jawline. The sensation was heavenly, intensified by the liquor, so sweet and so brisk they made your pussy throb with want.

“Mm hm,” Steve hummed into your neck, the vibrations traveling up your spine.

“Oh fuck, yes, yes, Steve,” you replied, your voice ragged with bliss. All he had to do was touch you and you were crumbling into tiny little pieces, putty in his hands. “Want you to fuck me right here— fuck— while we’re at this party.”

Your mouth became ten times dirtier when you were drunk, but so did Steve’s, so he knew exactly how to match your energy and then some. But it was clear he was in charge here, and he made sure you knew it. A fact that only made your thighs squeeze together even more with need.

“That’s a good girl,” he smiled, leaning in for another kiss on the lips, relishing in the way your lip gloss tasted on his tongue.

His cock was practically thumping against you, and he could feel your core pulse against his thigh, you were practically dry humping his leg without even realizing it. He kissed you deeply, his mouth melding with yours. One hand cupped your chin and the other traveled between your legs, brushing against the fabric of your dress before it reached your center. He closed his hand over your mound, feeling how wet you were, counting how many times you pulsed into his hand. A high pitched moan slid out of your mouth into his mouth as you pulled away, watching a string of spit break between the two of you. Your face was twisted up in pleasure— he was rubbing your clit through your underwear with two fingers, keeping perfect eye contact with you as he did so.

“How do you want me?” you asked, so needy he almost wanted to deny you for the fuck of it, but he couldn’t do that to you or to himself.

“Gonna put you on the sink, sweet girl,” he replied, wrapping his hands around you and tapping your ass, signaling for you to wrap your legs around him. You did just that, and Steve placed you on the edge of the sink. He held you a bit as you wobbled to orient yourself, laughing slightly.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Steve couldn’t help himself, he had to say it. As horny as he was, you truly were his princess. All he cared about was treating you right at the end of the day, in any way he could express that.

“You’re beautiful too, Stevie,” you smiled. “Why am I on the sink, I thought you were gonna fuck me.”

Steve almost laughed at the impatience hiding beneath your well-meaning question, his eyes glimmering with a deviant sparkle.

“Wanna taste my sweet girl.”

You bit down on your lip, the twinkle of anticipation shining bright in your eyes as they followed Steve’s path to the ground. He lowered himself down until he was on his knees, just face to face with your core, and he took his lip in between his teeth with the kind of want you could only describe as ravenous. It was a wonder he hadn’t torn all your clothes off you already. But perhaps it was because he wanted to fuck you in that dress, not waste it.

“Been wanting to taste that pussy all night,” Steve whispered, lips pressed tenderly to your knee, splaying sweet kisses up your legs and thighs.

You sighed, your head falling back with bliss, letting go of everything and just letting Steve’s minimal touches take over. He decorated your body with small kisses against your inner thighs and light brushes of his hands, but you felt everything as if it had been multiplied by ten. Not only did the liquor have your pussy throbbing and ten times wetter than usual, but anything Steve did turned you on, whether you were sober or not.

So you were already a mess by the time he had fully pushed your dress up past your waist and pulled your panties down, leaving them in a disarray on the floor somewhere beside him. The cool air breezed past your wet pussy and you sucked in a sharp, surprised moan, which was complemented by a deep groan that rose from somewhere way down in Steve’s body.

“My God, YN, you are so fucking wet— shit,” Steve hissed, unable to hide the wonder in his voice. He reached out two thick fingers and ran them up your slit, collecting all the slick that had pooled at your center and threatened to drip onto the sink counter. You let out a strangled mewl at the feeling, and looked down at Steve with wobbly eyesight and a screwed up face. “Could probably fuck you right now, fuck… don’t even need to eat you out. Look how wet you are, baby.”

He reached his hand up, pressing his fingers against your lips and gesturing for you to taste. You wrapped your lips around his fingers, an act so salacious it nearly made him come in his pants. You made sure to suck the taste of yourself clean from his fingers, torturously slow while you made relentless eye contact with him.

“Such a dirty fucking slut, you like tasting yourself on my fingers?”

“Yes, Steve, please,” you panted, teetering dangerously close to the edge of begging.

“Please what?”

“Steve,” you grumbled, swaying your legs against him.

“No, no, you wanted to be a tease all night long. So tell me what you want me to do to you,” Steve commanded, knowing deep down that it was taking everything in him not to dive headfirst into your pussy and shake his head in it. “C’mon, use your words.”

“I want… want you to eat my pussy right here on this sink and ma-make me cum on your face, please, Steve. Feel how much I need you,” you moaned raggedly, grabbing his wrist harshly and pulling his hand back to your core, guiding his fingers sloppily against your center so they were rubbing against your clit and dipping dangerously into your slit. You threw your head back with closed eyes and moaned, “Mmm.”

Steve felt like this was a fucking fever dream. You looked so hot like this, already in shambles despite how little he had touched you, controlling his hand and dictating your pleasure. He practically growled to himself as he tore his hand out of your grip and shoved his face quite literally face first into your pussy, muttering just loud enough for you to hear. You couldn’t help it and you shrieked out the minute you felt his tongue press flat against your pussy, covering your clit and your pulsating slit, then lick up with unforgiving speed and hard pressure.

Not to mention Steve’s hands were gripping into your thighs, keeping them spread apart because already you were threatening to close them in around his head. So as leeway, your hand sprung down to the back of his head and you pushed his face further into your core, squeezing at his hair and eliciting a moan from him that sent a tantalizing vibration through your whole body. He kitten licked your whole pussy and sucked at your clit, alternating between the two and leaving open mouthed kisses against your pussy. He loved tasting you, it was like you were pouring straight onto his tongue and he was lapping it up like a starved predator.

You let out a strangled moan, grinding your hips uncontrollably against Steve’s face, your thighs providing cushioning for the sides of his face as he dove inconsolably deep into your pussy, making a mess of his own face and your pussy all at once.

You nearly banged your head against the mirror with how far you threw it back when Steve looked up at you with hooded eyes, drunk on the taste of you, infatuated with the sounds of your sweet moans. He’d been wanting to hear them all night and it had him ragingly hard, plus the possibility of getting caught had you both sweating with anticipation.

When Steve pulled back, his lips were glistening but his eyes were completely dark, they’d lost any trace of playfulness. Even in your haze, legs twitching and your pussy absolutely throbbing, you knew you were done for. He didn’t keep his hands off of you, gripping harshly onto your thighs and making direct eye contact with you.

“Get up,” he commanded.

Your eyes widened and you practically jumped off the sink, attempting to wiggle your dress down your legs, only for Steve to position himself right behind you, so you could feel his cock, poking aggressively through his jeans, on your bare pussy. You cried out involuntarily, the slightest friction against your soaking heat making you extremely susceptible to the utmost pleasure.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to fuck this pussy,” you could hear Steve muttering— to you or to himself, you couldn’t tell, but the hunger in his tone was such a turnon, you found yourself grinding up against him as he rid himself hastily of his pants and his boxers.

You felt his cock spring out and giggled mischievously when it did. Steve wasted absolutely no time, placing a domineering hand on your back and forcing you to bend over, your hands collapsing on the edge of the tub in front of you. You barely even had time to steady yourself before he was pushing his cock right into you, already saying the dirtiest things for you specifically.

“All the way in, just like that,” he murmured. Steve had lost his resolve almost immediately, his mouth dropping slightly open the moment he found himself bottomed out inside of you. He knew he was going to come soon already. Everything was too much. Your ass up against him, your white dress bunched up at your sides, how wet you were, making it so easy for him to just slide right in. “You are… so fucking perfect.”

You were literally at a loss for words, and it was only just now that you let out a gasp of a moan, legs shaking from the force of Steve’s fat cock sliding into you with such ease, stretching you out with no prep. This man had you bent over in a bathroom at a party, and you’d do it again for him and more. He finally started to move, one hand resting firm on your ass and the other farther up your back. He was easing in and out of you so easily, it had him throwing his head back and groaning. The liquor didn’t help at all, he wanted to do everything to you.

“Ste-eve,” you choked out as he started to catch onto a pace, not too fast and not too slow but just right, your wet pussy making slick sounds each time he slid out of you and pushed back into you.

“Yeah, baby? You like that?” Steve asked, coming back down to Earth from the Heaven he’d briefly been transported to. “Like how easy this cock just fucking slides into you? How wet you are?”

It seemed that his own words were firing him up. He was starting to pick up the pace, and his hands on you were gripping even harder. Your ass was vibrating back onto his dick, making soft clapping noises that only the two of you could hear over the chatter and music outside. You dared to look back at him when you answered, your face screwed up with pleasure,

“Yes daddy, feels so fucking good, you feel so go— oh!”

You felt Steve’s hand come down harsh against your ass, a loud, strong slap that made your pussy squeeze involuntarily around his dick, making him bite his lip and moan deep in his throat. He couldn’t help himself now, his words started to flow spontaneously, sounding like the feverish confessions of desire of a man who’d waited far too long,

“You’re so fucking good, your pussy is so fucking good. Clapping back on my dick like a good little girl, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes, I’m your good girl, I’m your good girl, Stevie. Make me your good girl, please?”

“Mhm,” Steve tilted his head slightly to get a better look at his cock disappearing inside your pussy, his strokes growing more languid and confident now as he set a fast, smooth pace. “Or maybe I’ll make you my little slut? Would you like that?”

You couldn’t respond because it felt like your chest was literally constricted, that was how deep Steve felt inside of you, how good his cock was making you feel. You were practically pressing your face against the edge of the tub now, unable to hold yourself up completely. Steve knew that face from anywhere, knew he was fucking you too good for you to speak, and he chuckled deviously, boyishly almost, a smug smile appearing on his face as he brought two hands to your ass and pushed you back against his dick. Your ass slapped against his mound and you were taking all of him, no ifs ands or buts. And he knew how to fill you up. He slapped your ass again, then resumed his torturously fast pace, becoming even rougher now, even harder.

He was laughing as he spoke, grinning so despicably,

“Yeah, you would love that, me making you my little slut, hmm? Making you— fuck– making you take my cock all day long? Is that what you want?”

Words continued to fail you, so all you could do was nod your head with your eyes screwed tight in pleasure. You knew you were close soon, and you could tell by the renewed feeling in your stomach that you were starting to cream on his dick. Steve didn’t miss a beat, looking down at his thick cock getting coated with your thick cream, down the shaft all the way to his balls, some of it painting your pussy and inner thighs as well. You moaned loudly, you could feel how wet you were between your legs and against the patch of hair on Steve’s mound.

“Fuck, that’s a good girl. You’re creaming all over my dick, you know that? Making a mess, baby,” Steve teased, and you nearly ran away when he sucked on his thumb and pressed it against your pussy, rubbing slow, deep circles.

“Fuck! Fuck, Steve!” you found the voice to shout, and the strength to start giving him hell too, making sure to bounce back forcefully on his cock as your pussy secreted onto his dick, leaving a circle shaped imprint around his shaft. He actually growled this time, watching your ass clap back against him, mesmerized by the motion it made each time, something like waves crashing against the shore.

His assault on your pussy grew harsher with each thrust, making salacious, wet slapping sounds that filled the room. He kept one hand on your pussy and the other gripped your ass tight, squeezing all that he could.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he grumbled, his teeth clenched as he watched the way you pushed back forcefully onto him. “You’re— fuck– so good for me, show me how good you feel getting fucked like this.”

He was becoming more breathless, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it in for long. You were nearly crying, whimpering as you got fucked into oblivion.

“Make me come, daddy,” you begged, and that was the final push Steve needed to be able to keep driving into you, getting impossibly deeper as he shifted slightly to a new angle. You practically sobbed as you threw it back even harder now, feeling your orgasm come excruciatingly close as Steve placed both hands on your sides, holding you in place so you couldn’t run away from it, “Yes baby that’s it, that’s so fucking good, oh my god.”

“You’ve been teasing me all fucking night, I want you to come for me now. Go ahead, come all over my cock, baby, make a mess. Make a mess like you do,” Steve encouraged you, gathering up all his strength so his voice didn’t break as he too felt himself on the brink of exploding with pleasure. When he saw the way your eyes rolled back in your head he kept going, egging you, and quite honestly himself, on, “You look so fucking good getting fucked like this. Dressed like a little princess and getting fucked like a whore.”

You cried out as you found yourself coming undone, gushing all over his cock as you finally came. Steve chuckled darkly and through the haze of your earth-shattering orgasm you could feel his hand coming down to smack your ass. You were depleted now, and Steve was using you, fucking into you so he could reach his end. You felt yourself start to twitch uncontrollably, moaning still as Steve fucked you through your orgasm. Breathlessly, you found enough strength to ask,

“You gonna come Stevie?”

“F-fuck, yes, yes baby, you feel so fucking good,” now it was Steve’s turn to whimper, losing sense of himself as he fucked sloppily into you. He drew back slightly and looked down, hands by his side, hips slapping clumsily against your ass and thighs. “God, you made a mess on my dick.”

“Yeah? I want you to make a mess in my pussy then, baby,” when you said that, Steve choked on the moan that came out of his mouth. His hips stuttered and with it came spurts of his cum thrusting into you, warm and filling and so much.

“Fuck YN, I’m coming,” he moaned, his mouth dropped open into an o-shape.

“There you go, baby, that’s it,” you grinned, finally catching your own breath and looking back at him, his face enveloped in pure ecstasy and pleasure as he let go inside of you.

He finished completely inside of you, slowing his sloppy thrusts as if to ensure you wouldn’t waste it. He pulled away sweaty and panting, but even through all of that he couldn’t help but bend down and kiss your asscheek, then pull away and swat at it. He helped you up, then zipped up his own pants, and you shimmied your dress down.

“Come here,” Steve beckoned you close, pulling you into him because right now all he wanted was to feel your warmth, feel all of you, and feel safe in your arms. You let him embrace you, and you buried your face in his chest. “You’re so fucking beautiful, YN.”

He pulled away, holding you by your shoulders.

“But never wear that dress again,” he warned you.

You giggled, shaking your head,

“Can’t make any promises, Stevie.”

“Oh, you’re gonna be the death of me. But I love it,” Steve grinned, matching your mischievous energy as always.

“I know, baby. Now come dance with me.”

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My opinion is that minors will inevitably wish to explore their own sexual interests and feelings. However, they should probably really only discuss such topics with others they know for a FACT are their peers/fellow minors, such as with in-person friends, but not online where anyone could just lie and pretend to be in the same age group.

However, many youths today have difficulty forming friendships with peers outside of the internet, or have nowhere to hang out and exist and make dumb dick jokes with the friends they have. This decline in social aptitude and availability of space for adolescents to exist freely is, in my opinion, partially attributable to the ways urban development and car culture have eliminated the Third Place. In this essay I will-

Nah but for real though, if minors want to talk about sex and make/consume sexually themed art, that’s really something adults shouldn’t be involved in. The internet is also not a place entirely conducive to allowing minors to discuss these matters amongst themselves, because there’s no effective way to create an adolescent space that’s actually 100% genuinely populated by young people and be assured that no predators are posing as teens.

This this this this. Puberty makes kids sexual but adults have no business being involved with the exception of very, very specific situations.

Also ngl, kinda hurts that so many malls do now have age restrictions. Like, I get it, but that was one of my Third Places as a kid. That, and the middle of the woods. But unfortunately, I don't think kids are all too willing to stakeout in the woods and build little villages and whatnot even if they have access to a forested area.

#proshippers against censorship #jackal barks #proship please interact #proship positivity #proship #proshipping #proshipper #proshippers please interact #proshipper safe #anti anti #ask #asks

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You say that both Palestine and Israel are in the right and wrong, which first of all is the most bullshit I've ever heard.

Stop saying that you're "staying neutral" when it's fucked up, sick headed people like you that the government leeches off of. Its your ignorance that they profit off of, your privilege to lay in bed, to watch a fun movie, to hang out with friends and eat your full plate. That is a privilege that Palestines dream of.

Little kids dreams of Palestine dream of watch TV. They dream of playing outside without the fear of their lives on the line. They dream of going to school, having families, growing old, yet Israel kills them for no reason. This is genocide of innocent civilians.

And don't say "BuT hAmAs!!" As if that's your supporting argument. Nothing, and I mean nothing in the world can justify the genocide happening in Palestine right now. The numbers don't lie, Annie. The 30,000+ people didn't deserve it.

I hope you enjoy riding Israel dick and I hope the true guilt you feel once you finally see past your comfort zone hurts you so bad.

Genuinely, for all of us. Delete your pathetic excuse of an account and never post a thing ever again.

hey!

first of all, i never said that i’m staying neutral. wanting peace isn’t the same as staying neutral. i’m not encouraging the genocide just because i’m holding empathy for both sides and wanting both sides to have peace.

your cruel words are just a further example of all the hate that social media is spreading that isn’t helping anyone. i’m spreading information about charities to SUPPORT PALESTINE. i’m spreading information to uplift the voices of israeli and palestinian people who have LOST FAMILY MEMBERS due to this conflict, and trying to uplift the things THEY are saying. if i deleted my account, all of that stuff would be gone. the stuff that’s helping palestine. so you want palestine to have less help? that’s so woke of you. /s

i never said that israel should be bombing innocent people. i’m not supporting that and i never ever did. i never justified the genocide one single time and the fact that you think i did only goes to show that you didn’t read my posts. you just wanted to get angry and righteous and you chose me to attack, but it’s not going to work. i will apologize for saying that both sides are in the wrong because that is a bit of a bold statement which could easily be taken as excusing the actions of the israeli government, which was not my intention. palestine didn’t do anything to deserve this attack. the actions of hamas do not represent palestine as a whole.

for the record, if i had to choose a side, i would choose palestine. the way that the israeli government is using the money america is feeding them is horrible and disgusting. too many people have died in this conflict. but it is unfair to paint israel as a whole in a light that suggests that they are trying to wipe out the palestinian race because that’s not what’s happening. did you know that in israel, citizens are required BY LAW to serve in the military? they’re sacrificing their lives and being forced to do things they don’t agree with because the government is forcing them. israeli people don’t enjoy doing this. if you’re going to point fingers at someone, point at the 0.01% of israeli government officials who are making these decisions. not at an entire race, an entire population of people who are just doing what they are forced to do. it’s hypocritical to get mad at people for addressing hamas while also accusing all of israel of terrorism when the only real decision makers are the government. it’s the same thing, blaming an entire population for something that only a small group of people are responsible for. neither should be encouraged.

i don’t agree with what the israeli government is doing whatsoever. but that is not an excuse to wish death upon the people who didn’t even make any of these choices. these people were born in israel and they have to follow the laws. you can’t stand here while you’re privileged and on your phone typing angry little paragraphs that you wouldn’t do the same to keep yourself and your family safe.

so many people are using this issue as an excuse to be antisemitic. that is what i’m addressing in these posts. people like you are so fucking performative that you can’t see what the real issue is.

i know both israeli and palestinian people whose families have died. who’s YOUNG family members have died due to this conflict. and you know what they are telling me?

they aren’t telling me to go on social media and attack random people. they aren’t telling me to post about how all israelis/palestinians are awful people who deserve to die. they are telling me that the only way to stop all these innocent children and people as a whole from dying is to promote PEACE. and guess what. it isn’t just palestinian people saying this to me. ITS ISRAELI PEOPLE TOO.

THATS WHAT IM ADDRESSING IN MY POSTS. promoting PEACE is how we can do more for these poor children than just getting angry on social media. when we pick sides and polarize, we create more of a divide between two beautiful nations who deserve to live in peace and harmony. we further remove the chances of there being a reconciliation.

what do you suggest we do? kill all the israeli children? what will that accomplish??? this is so much more complicated than petty revenge. what feeds a war is the possibility of winning. and creating sides and pretending that the other side are full of evil heartless monsters who are doing this for no reason is only making the war WORSE because it fabricated the possibility of one side winning MORE.

so if you think you’re helping anybody with this bullshit, you’re not. your mindset is a prime example of the horrible performative activism that america is doing in order to pretend to be helpful while thousands of innocent children are dying.

maybe put some of this righteous energy into donating, or listening to israeli and palestinian voices instead of talking over them and speaking for them. that’s what would really be helpful in a time like this.

#israel #palestine #israel palestine tensions #israel palestine conflict #israel palestine war #palestine deserves to be free #free israel from hamas #free israel from terrorism #free palestine #free israel #PRO PEACE

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𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑. ─── ☾ 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐓𝐄𝐒

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Word Count: 3.3k

Pairing: PreSerum!Steve Rogersx Fem!Reader

Warning: Blood, agresion

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

Walking through the bustling streets of Brooklyn was one of the activities that you most liked to do during your lonely, free afternoons after your long working day in the military suit factory in which you had forced yourself to work to maintain your small apartment and yourself during the war that the United States waged against the German empire that little more expanded. You enjoyed these wondrous walks like a little girl on her favorite candy, even if, in the process, you managed to get into the odd little dispute over passers-by who strolled by unaware that there were other city dwellers around them wanting to walk calmly along the sidewalk without having to go through the asphalt to overtake the long walls that formed the large groups of people, usually finding themselves completely absorbed in their respective conversations with their companions to make sure that there was someone else at their side or in front of them to them and that they had accidentally hit or stepped on because of that stupid oversight, causing everyone to push each other and get irritated until someone, usually you when you left your house in order to calm your nerves when you finally felt that you had had enough stress for the day; you looked like you were the only person to raise your voice for them to be more careful. You loved the American city, you really did, but sometimes people could get to exasperate you because of the rush you had to get to their respective jobs or meet that important dates that they had remembered at the last minute and to which they did not could be missing, for which you thanked God more than five times a week for having that faithful group of friends by your side that made the walks you used to take through the crowded and lively city more enjoyable, forgetting about the general hustle and bustle stress it caused you.

You were all known in some of the neighborhoods of Brooklyn, even in the wealthier ones, for being one of the most diverse and tolerant groups in the area, as well as being quite close by ties that surrounded you due to the time you had spent together to the others belonging to your side and being the people with whom you had spent the most time after accepting others in your group, regardless of what strange things one had, of course, this first caused many people who saw you and did not know you well enough to wonder if a romantic couple had arisen between you or if you were merely single looking for love with the help of others. This first option was the most common thought that was around at the time, so almost the entire population of the neighborhood that you attended the most imagined that one of you was about to announce his commitment to another or would start courting one of you.

The suppositions were quite normal, in addition to all the strange gossip and rumors that the oldest women in the city started, since seeing three women and three men together was not very usual to see if among them there was no already established couple or a couple about to unite, so the people who knew you couldn't help but laugh every time they heard that nonsense; you were like brothers, but you had even taken advantage of those ideas to get something free at some fair that they did during the hot summers when one of you used your "girly charm" with several of the carnies and some of the boys distracted some girl to be able to get a discount on what she sold.

The truth was that there was only one couple in the group and it was not expected by almost anyone. Who knew that two of the boys would end up in love with each other?

Unfortunately for both of them, because of the time you were in and the unintelligent thought that the rest of the world had regarding people who loved people of the same gender, almost no one saw that type of relationship as "good sickly". It was a thought that was too retarded, behind the times, but one that had to be endured so as not to be stoned through the streets of the city by those who had such little tolerant ideas; nobody absorbed the masculinity or femininity of others when meeting a homosexual couple, but the fear and little understanding of people caused those uncomfortable situations to occur often so the only ones who knew that little and adorable secret were the ones belonging to the group. Not even the relatives of the respective boys were privy to that little secret, mainly because the matter was far more serious than anyone could have expected, and the matter required special discretion. What did it matter who you found yourself in a relationship with as long as they were a good human being? Yes, advanced thinking for this very backward society, but people were too nosy, and they preferred to know who was sleeping with whom before learning about the events that were surrounding the country with the whole war thing, which was the topic of the moment.

You couldn't help but wince at remembering that over and over again.

Clearly, the war had affected all of you in one way or another, even those of you who had not gone directly to it to protect your country or your neighbors in Europe. The men who passed a medical test, and who were brave enough to sacrifice themselves for the nation, wanted to go into the military, and a few others stayed behind to help out however they could in America or goof off like a certain duo you'd known since their teens; remembering how people were dying, even if you weren't able to see it, made you sick, but having others make fun of or use their "privileged" position to belittle the work that the country's troops were doing to protect civilians it pissed you off even more.

And that was the case of the neighborhood fool duo.

Luke and Luis, the quintessential Brooklyn twins, had been worse than the toothache you'd had growing up having to put up with their constant pranks, either on you or your group, which eventually ended in strong arguments as soon as they messed directly with one of your friends, whether or not he belonged to that select group to which you belonged; fights never ended well for either twin if your entire group was complete and present and could lash out at them, often causing them to run from the place where they were and not appear again until for a whole week to pass.

Stupid, that was the adjective you would always use to describe them.

"Do you really think it will be okay?" You heard a man ask the woman he was accompanying, who was pulling his arm strongly, so they would walk faster to get away from whatever it was they were trying to avoid as if they were somehow in a hurry to get somewhere or they were trying to run away from something that was terrifying.

"It's not our problem. Who knows who that idiot they're hitting is?" The lady responded hastily, while she frowned slightly and kept her head down as if she felt ashamed for avoiding that situation the couple was talking about.

You tried not to give much importance to the matter, after all, you never wanted to interfere in other people's issues, although the expression on the lady's face surprised you a bit, but you continued on your way to the park without paying too much attention to what later they commented among themselves.

"Come on, little guy, it's nothing, it's nothing," you heard a familiar voice speak, which came from a small alley that was between the bookstore and the local cinema that was just a couple of meters from you.

The next thing you heard was something similar to a fall, or how something seemed to hit hard against the garbage cans that were between the two public places, causing you a feeling of anguish due to the loud noise you had heard; You assumed then that something must have collided with the cubes, not fallen clumsily as you had imagined at first.

"If he can't take even one round, how do you plan to join the army, little man?" Another person said with a sarcastic voice, very similar to the previous one you had heard. You stopped your steps suddenly, making you feel a push from the person who was walking behind you, quickly apologizing to whoever it was that had collided with you and approaching the place from which the voices came without looking at the girls who almost knocked you to the ground for your sudden stop, listening to some whispers that came from one of them because of what you had done, making sure that their words were very similar to insults that you simply ignored.

"This girl will be stupid. Let's look where she's going next time," one of the girls murmured, making the other give her a gentle nudge so she wouldn't say another word at your sudden gaze on them; Let's just say that you were never too subtle when it came to turning to observe or face someone because of her disrespect.

You started to move quickly, trying not to make any noise as you approached the alleyway where those two idiot rednecks must have been, arriving after only a few seconds at the corner of one of the stores so you could lean out and try see something of what was happening at the bottom of the clear passage that was full of garbage cans and emergency stairs, preventing you from seeing anything more than those two items mentioned in addition to several wooden and cardboard boxes, but there was something that called you attention and it was those two orange heads.

They were the twins.

"Give up once and for all. They're not going to come to save you, pipsqueak," Luis said, letting out a small laugh between his teeth that you managed to hear. A feeling of disgust hit you hard just imagining his sly smile. You frowned slightly and slowly approached them through the different containers that were along the alley to be able to reach the height of those two gorillas without being seen, squatting down to be able to see a thin man between the brothers' legs, face down on the pavement, whose clothes were a mess from the blows he had received from those two attempts at manhood.

It was seeing how one of them raised his leg to give it a strong kick, which finally made you act, without thinking twice about the consequences that facing them could bring you.

"But look who we have here, Luis and Luke Smith," you spoke, coming out of your hiding place and putting your hands in the pockets of your pants in an attempt to show a confident air while your accented voice resounded on the walls of the alley, causing the look of men fell on you, and the kick would never come to pass. "Luis, Luke, don't tell me you've already replaced us."

"Nothing like that, sweetheart," commented the one with the freckle on his right cheek, Luke.

Oh, sure. So similar were those two that a simple freckle was what differentiated them.

"And, as always, one of the six clowns comes to ruin our party," his twin muttered under his breath, while your gaze went to the man who got up from the ground with slight tremors.

"And it seems that you still have that bad sense of humor. Leave before the rest come," you warned, forming a slight smile, causing the cheeks of your lips to rise a bit confidently.

The boy, who was slowly getting up with slight hesitation and difficulty, turned his anguished gaze towards you, allowing you to make out his slightly ash blonde hair, disheveled and dirty from the fight, and his blue eyes, as bright as two stars that seemed to brighten more to distinguish that you had gone to his rescue. Unfortunately, these two troglodytes from the Mesozoic Era had caused him several bruises that would spread to his left eye, in addition to his lip and nose bleeding slightly due to a wound caused in the first and a slight twist in the second.

"Try it, little man," both twins incited, making it impossible to distinguish the voice due to the great rapport they shared.

That nickname made your blood boil. You had never looked like one of those little ladies that society defined, nor did you try to appear so. You did not have a light-colored dress that made you look like a doll, nor heels that would kill your feet and make you look taller, much less did you have your hair arranged and styled in a certain way like the other women in the city and, not at all, you were made up. You were simple. You only wore pants that were a bit too big for you, as it was rare to find a clothing store that carried women's pants; your shoes weren't even heels, they were just very similar to those of men since they were hardly any women's; You cut your hair normally so as not to have it long like the others and you hated make-up for being a nuisance and a waste of time because then it easily ran off due to the heat that you used to experience in the factory where you worked.

"Is that the best you can think of, dear?" you asked raising one of your eyebrows.

Both twins laughed, which was short-lived.

Your left hand was slowly taken out of the pocket, holding a small bottle of pepper tightly, the contents of which were thrown in small droplets towards Luis when you pressed the small button that it had at the top, quickly starting to yell non-stop insults towards him while rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands forcefully as if that would help him. Actually, that only made his situation worse.

"Take your brother, or you're next, Smith," you warned, looking seriously at his twin, who doubted for a moment that you were going to do what your words dictated. "Don't tempt me, you know me."

They both did as you ordered without question, leaving the blond man alone. Your gaze went to the aforementioned, who was already standing leaning against one of the walls.

"Y- You're not going to use tha- that against me, right?" He questioned, letting himself slide gently down the wall until he sat on the floor, completely exhausted and feeling too weak to stand on his feet.

You shook your head slightly and, while you kept that pepper spray in its proper place, you approached the little man you had just helped; When you said small, you meant it literally, he was even a couple of centimeters shorter than you.

"I only use it in emergencies, don't be alarmed" you answered, trying to calm him down, because his breathing was faster than normal. It was too shallow.

You sat next to him, crossing your legs, making you maintain an Indian position, placing your palms on your knees and leaning slightly forward to see his face as you saw how his gaze was down and his hair prevented you from seeing anything of him.

"You should have fled or at least asked for help."

You placed one of your hands on his back, noticing that extreme thinness that was almost worrying when you felt the vertebrae of his back through the coat he had, gently caressing him to try to calm those inhalations and exhalations, which you achieved after a few minutes.

"Come on, here," you murmured, looking in the opposite pocket to the one that had the spray and pulling out a completely clean handkerchief. "Clean yourself up a bit, and I'll take you home."

His head began to turn slowly until your eyes connected, causing you to smile openly at him, while he barely lifted his cheeks from his lips, taking the handkerchief and slowly and carefully wiping the blood, which was coming out less and less, from his face lower lip and nose, while you continued caressing the dorsal area of his body.

"I- I'm sorry you ha- had to intervene," he apologized, holding the handkerchief to his nose, causing a funny voice to come out of his lips, causing a short laugh to come out of you. "W- What's up? W- What's so funny?"

"Honey, you have a magnificent voice but, having the handkerchief pressed against your nose, it sounds very funny, as if you were a clown," you commented with a somewhat high-pitched voice due to the laughter that was coming out of you and which seemed to have no end.

"Y- You a- also have a nice voice," he whispered softly as he diverted his blue eyes to his legs because of the nerves that were beginning to run through him. "I- I mean, despite looking like a man in those clothes, you h-has a nice voice," as soon as he considered his words for a second, he seemed to panic, causing several babbles to come out of him. "I- I'm not saying that you look like a man, w- which is absurd since you are a beautiful woman, ma'am, miss…"

You withdrew your hand from him as you tried to calm down your laughter, which was becoming increasingly difficult for you.

"Calm down boy, it's okay, I know what you mean," you interrupted, getting up quickly with just a couple of agile movements, causing him to look at you a little surprised. "Many confuse me for a man because of the looks I wear, but it's not something that bothers me at all, except when it comes to the Smiths."

Those words seemed to relieve him, as all signs of anxiety disappeared in an instant.

"My name is (Y/N)," you said, extending your hand towards him with the intention that he would take it.

"Steve Rogers," he answered, accepting the grip, without expecting you to pull him to stand up and causing your bodies to collide slightly, remaining a few centimeters from each other.

Who would have thought that one summer day, thanks to those two troglodytes, you would be able to find the love of your life?

#steve rogers #steve #rogers #pre serum steve #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x oc #reader #you #oc #chris evans #steve rogers imagines #chris evans imagines #captain america

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devilsrecreation · 4 months

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All these oc’s but not enough threats, so let’s turn the sound up! You know what? I think it’s time for a villain roundup! (VILLAIN ROUNDUP)

Chonge (fang)-puff adder

I wouldn’t say Chonge is evil per se, more like misunderstood. He’s faced quite a bit of trauma in his past and his entire life thinking he was destined to be the bad guy. In reality, he’s afraid. He’s seen how his fellow snakes have been treated and has even watched his friends die with his own eyes. This got him to view everyone around him as an enemy in fear of getting eaten or mistreated in any way. He often tries to eat at least one of the skinks

He eventually starts thinking differently after getting rescued by Kifo, leading him to reform. No one (especially not the skinks) trust him at first, but they warm up to him

Chimp-Mkatili (cruel)

The leader of his tribe of violent chimps whom act like a gang. He’s an old acquaintance of Sumu and is majorly unpredictable. He can be chill one minute and trying to beat you senseless the next. Nobody really knows why he and his chimps are like this, but it seems as though he does bad things just because he can. He currently has a vendetta against the Outlands, as his former home got destroyed during Scar’s rule during Season 2. They now live probably in another forest out of the Pridelands and are plotting their revenge to destroy the Outlands and everyone in it, no matter what things are like now

As for how he knows Sumu, Sumu was a known hitman/assassin who would frequently get involved with evil animals to kill someone for food as payment. Yeah, the job with Simba was NOT his first rodeo, he’s been doing it for a while. Anyway, Mkatili was no exception to this and has hired Sumu to help them get rid of a rival chimp tribe. They eventually meet each other again, but a now (semi) reformed Sumu refuses Mkatili’s offer to join him which ultimately pisses the chimp off

Secretary bird-Kandamiza (crush; oppress)

A snobbish, holier-than-thou bird who thinks all snakes are evil incarnate and does whatever she can to harm them. She does this by trapping a poor serpent in her talons and stomping on their head until they’re either knocked out or dead. In her mind, she feels as if she’s protecting all of Africa from the evil that is the serpent race. Like Hatari, she claims she respects the circle of life, but fails to understand how snakes are part of it. She’s basically a representation of Hollywood’s tendency to make snakes the villain

She’s also a threat to the lizard population and tends to get a little greedy when hunting

Honey badger-Mpinzani (challenger; opponent)

Bunga, but evil. That’s how everyone in the Outlands describe him. A narcissistic, egotistical poacher who will gladly take anyone in anything. He used to be somewhat idolized as a hero/daredevil way back when, but all that fame got to his head and he started thinking he could do no wrong. Then he began causing problems just so he can swoop in and resolve it and starting unnecessary fights with other animals. He was eventually caught and banished, now poaching anywhere he wants …including the Outlands. Oh, and he’s friends with mongooses because of course he is

He doesn’t want peace. He wants problems.

Black shadow-like monsters- represent poachers/people involved with the Exotic Pet Trade

This one is….pretty self explanatory I think. Although I will say they are easily the most dangerous villains

Msumari (nail) and Mkaidi (bully)

Two more of Kenge’s toxic siblings who act as henchmen to Jino.

Msumari’s usually seen more with Jino than Mkaidi is and prefers to torture Kenge psychologically than physically, unlike her siblings. Her psychological torment can often break Kenge or whoever her victim is, thus putting the “nail on the coffin”.

Mkaidi is the dense, but short-fused one of the group that likes to aid Jino in beating up his victims. He’s also sort of the yes-man (lizard), supporting Jino’s quips with a “you tell em, Jino!” or something like that

I don’t know if they’d be alongside Jino in his debut episode, but they’d definitely be in the flashbacks

#the heading is cringe i’m sorry lmao #the outlands can’t catch a break #yeah kiburi’s not the only one with someone to worry about #i’ll definitely do something with kenge’s siblings in a one-shot #also more sumu lore ig lol #oc rambling #the lion guard

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hawkinshighdropout · 2 years

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My Boy.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: Eddie is desperate for you to attend his band practise, but unfortunately you have a shift at your job, he begs repeatedly but you have to decline. A few pouts and a lot of sweet treats later, will you be able to make it up to him?

Warnings: No warnings, this is kinda pouty but fluff content. Unless you count a couple of curse words as needing a warning? Idk, I haven’t written fanfics in like 8 years so I’m a little rusty…

Note/Request: Requested by anonymous. “can you write something about the reader showing up at a corroded coffin rehearsal (after denying eddie's requests) and suprising him?”

Word Count: 2.4k

Send me prompts to write about!

“We’re rehearsing after school today at Garret’s house, you’re gonna be there, right?” Eddie asks, face full of pretzel pieces whilst the lunchroom was booming from the population of students in their lunch hour.

Eddie was one of your closest friends, you got along with his entire Hellfire squad, and they made you feel at home in no time at all. Eddie leaned on you more as you were a couple years older than Dustin and Mike, so the pair of you could hangout more places after school or do more adult things like smoke together.

Plus, you were outside of the band, and he could trust you to have an unbiased opinion on things as you weren’t at risk of being kicked out or fired if you were to speak your mind like Garrett and Jeff might have been.

Looking up at you through his messy bangs, eyes pleading, and a small puppy dog expression being pulled to intentionally tug on your heart strings. You almost always went to their rehearsals, so you didn’t need the dramatics and efforts to convince you, but Eddie loved to go the whole nine yards anyway.

“I can’t, Eddie. I’m sorry..” you sigh, resting your cheek in your hand with your elbow propped up on the table, pushing around what’s left of your lunch with your fork.

“Pleeeeeease?” he begs, adding the accompanying whimper sounds that sad puppies would normally make, “pretty please? You’re always there, you’re our good luck charm, please?”

“I have to work, honey. I’m sorry.” It was his turn to sigh this time, throwing down his pretzel piece back into his Ziplock bag before letting out a grumbled huff.

“Fine. You’re missing out though.” He shrugged.

He didn’t have much time to pout and continue his tantrum as the bell sounded ahead to signal that lunch was over and that everyone should start heading to their next classes. You were wracked with guilt as you hated to disappoint anyone in your life, especially Eddie.

You were one of the few people he relied on, and you hated having to ever say no to him. Packing up your trash and throwing it into the bin nearby, you and your group of friend’s part ways and wander in the different directions towards your next class.

The hour passes by agonisingly slowly and it feels like forever before you are dismissed, scooping up your bag and heading in the direction of your locker to get your things for the final period. A hand clasps your shoulder and you temporarily jump out of your skin, whipping your head around with a relieved smile at the sight of your favourite boy towering over you.

“Hey, Munson” you offer, pout still on his face.

“Is there really no way you can come tonight?” his voice soft, sad.

“I’m sorry, I really can’t…” you regretted to inform him.

“I can call your work up and fake a family emergency? I can do a couple more deals to make up the amount you’d miss for calling in sick for your shift? I can—” you interrupted him by placing your index finger against his lips.

“Ed…” you sigh, “I can’t, I’m really sorry…”

He looks defeated when your hand slips away from him, folding his arms across his chest in what seemed to be a soothing manner. Moving your hand, you cup his cheek in your palm and tilt his head up a little to look at you, your expression matching his as you were both unhappy with the outcome.

“Hey… Next time, yeah?” you offer, to which he shrugs.

Tiptoeing up, you press a delicate kiss against his cheek as a consolation prize for his suffering. Your hand squeezing his bicep fondly before you apologise for what felt like the hundredth time, passing him to head to your final class, only just catching the sad noise that escapes him once he believes you are out of earshot. Your heart pangs in your chest, doubling down on the guilt that riddled you earlier on.

The end of the day eventually rolls around, and you rush out of class immediately as you had a slim window of time between class ending and your bus for work leaving you behind. A little warm in the face and panting as you climb up into the bus, showing your pass and taking a seat as you travelled downtown to work.

Usually you adored your job, you worked at a small bakery that usually was filled with sweet old ladies who just loved to compliment you. You had a wonderful boss who would make sure your paycheck was always correct and on time, she was swell, your colleagues were all much older than you but treated you with the same level as respect as they would do anyone their age, you felt comfortable around them.

Rushing into the shop from your bus stop, punching in your card and sneaking into the backroom so that you could trade out your casual school clothes for their uniform. White dress, yellow apron, hair net and gloves, notebook and pen tucked neatly into your front pocket with your name written in curly writing on your chest.

“Darling, you made it, how was school?” one of the bakers asked with a genuine smile upon her face.

“It was okay, thank you! I’m a little bummed that I’m missing my friend’s band practise, but I was scheduled to work today, and I didn’t want to try and cause a fuss last minute.” you rush, setting out some of the baked goods on the display shelf and making sure it looked presentable.

“That Edward boy, I presume?” she asked, knowing grin on her face.

“Of course! But there will be other practises, he respects that I need to work, and I promised to make it up to him next time,” you smile politely, excusing yourself for a moment to serve a customer.

The next hour or so flies by, you serve customers, restock the shelves, make the place look beautiful as it deserves to. Freshening up the handwritten display cards so they represent the specials of the day, lost in your own little world as you hear a throat clearing behind you.

“Yes, ma’am?” you ask, polite smile making a second appearance on your face.

“How long does Edward usually practise for these days?” she asks, leaning against the counter to comfortably look at you whilst you close the display case.

“Um,” you pause, glancing at your watch, “usually a couple of hours? Maybe two or three depending on how well it’s going?” scrunching your face up a little as you didn’t understand why she was asking you this.

“Well.. If you leave now, you should have time to get there and catch the last of his practice, sweetheart.” She offers, fond smile showing through.

“What do you mean? I work until seven…” voice dripping with confusion.

“Angel, this place will still be up and running regardless of if you’re here or not, and I mean that in no disrespect, you’re wonderful. Your job will be here for you tomorrow, and the next day, that poor boy? Don’t break his heart. If he needs you there as much as you say then by all means, go. Don’t let a few muffins stand between young love…” she giggled.

You were red in the face and a little taken aback, unsure on if your boss was messing with you or genuinely giving you the green light to leave early, and she could sense your hesitation. Before you even had the chance to argue, she was packaging up a small selection of cake slices and putting them in a travel container for you, sliding them across the counter towards you with a proud look on her face.

“Oh, and bring these… A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”

You shook your head in shock, unable to believe that you were truly able to get off of work early and surprise Eddie at the one place he begged you to come to, and you got to bring him treats?! Rushing the small distance between you both, your arms wrap tightly around the older woman as you mutter repeated “thank you”s, accepting the kiss to the top of your head that she willingly gave you.

Wasting no time at all, you rush to the back room again, fumbling out of your uniform and into your outfit from earlier in the day, grabbing your bag and scooping up the treats in your free hand.

“Thank you so much, I owe you big time!” you call out whilst scurrying out of the bakery, your co workers watching the scene play out and each one of them had the most pure and hopeful expressions on their faces.

Checking your watch for the time, you rush to the bus stop and wait the short amount of time it takes for the next bus to pull up. Climbing on, struggling to show your pass without dropping everything you’re holding, blushing red as you apologise to the driver for the hassle as he lets you on without much questioning. Bouncing with nervous anticipation the whole ride between the bakery and Garret’s street, watching the road signs like a hawk so you’d know when to hop off.

“Thank you, sir!” you call out to the driver whilst hopping off the bus, rushing as carefully but as quickly as you can down the street in the direction of where the loud rock music was already blaring from, a warm and bubbly feeling filled your stomach as the blurry figures faded into outlines the closer you got to the house.

“Hey! Munson! Heeeeey!” you call out in the lull between their last song ending and them gearing up to start the next one, head snapping up in the direction of his name being called.

His confused expression quickly progresses into a shit eating grin as he was absolutely over the moon to see that you were hurrying towards him right now, he sets down his guitar on the stand before shaking his head in disbelief.

“You’re here?! You’re here! Hi, babe.” He’s beaming with pride, quickly taking the treats off of you and placing them on the amp before his arms wrap tightly around you to squeeze you close.

You squeal at how tight you were being held, reciprocating the hug with a happy little giggle, looking over his shoulder at his confused bandmates who seem to just be staring at the both of you. You gesture to the box of treats and call out “they’re for you guys, my boss let me bring them!” which resulted in three very happy musicians as they thanked you and each took a treat to enjoy whilst Eddie was occupied with you.

“How? I mean—I thought you had work?!” he mutters, voice in disbelief still.

“The ladies at my work have a soft spot for you, they wanted me to be here rather than slaving away in the store, they pretty much shoved me out the door!” giggling as you speak, Eddie squeezing you tighter before kissing your forehead.

“I’m so fucking glad you’re here… Pull up a seat, would ya?” he smirks, tugging out one of the old fold out beach chairs and setting it front and centre for you to sit on to enjoy the show. Giving your ass a fond slap as he walked past you, causing you to let out a yelp and giggle as you sunk into the chair.

Once the guys had finished their snack, they each seemed to dust their fingers off on their pants before returning to their instruments, taking their designated places as Eddie winks in your direction. Their first song (that you had been around to hear) starts off as you slump back in the chair, throwing your hands up in the air and cheering them on as they practised.

You spent the next hour or so in that same position, being their own personal cheerleader whilst they went over their next potential setlist, you made it known which were your favourites and of course Eddie made sure they were included with no arguments allowed.

It’s only when Garret’s mother entered the garage from inside the house and declared that he needed to come inside to eat dinner that things ended. The group gave one another a fist bump as a send off before you rose to your feet and tucked the chair back into the garage, picking up your backpack with a shy smile as Eddie packed away his guitar.

Jeff walked to the other side of the street to his place, to which you waved him goodbye and told him he did great. Eddie’s other bandmate hopped on his bike and pedalled away back to his house, you weren’t sure where he lived but you made sure he also knew how good he did. Garret went back inside with his family so Eddie locked up the garage behind him, guitar case on his back whilst he turned to smile down at you.

“Lemme drive you home?” it was more of a statement as opposed to question, like you would ever turn him down for anything. Wandering out to his car, you threw your bag in the back as he delicately placed his guitar in the trunk, watching fondly as he came around to your side of the car instead.

You had climbed in the passenger seat, but the seatbelt wasn’t in place yet, Eddie ducked down a little, leaning one arm on the top of the car as he poked his head in to smile at your eye level.

“So… We have a gig Tuesday at eight, The Hideout? Think you can swing by after work and come see us? I could really use my good luck charm.” His voice sounding smoother than ever, biting down shyly on his lower lip whilst he looked at you.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you sigh in content, loving the way that his smile would take over his entire face at your confirmation, willingly accepting the kiss he would place to your cheek.

“Let’s get you home then, sweetheart.” He announced, slamming your door shut and heading around to hop up into the drivers’ side, engine revving as you both fumbled with your seatbelts.

Checking out the rear-view mirror that it was safe before pulling out of the drive and happily speeding in the direction of your home with his favourite tunes blasting from the speaker system.

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tinydeskwriter · 2 years

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Could you write a Jack fic where (referring to this) where Gerald maybe approaches y/n or keep trying to pursue her even tho she’s in a relationship with jack? (or something along the lines of that, it could even be another celebrity or something) When I read it, i’ve come to realize I loove some jealous!jack… If not, then ignore it 😭

-🍒

BRAWL

She felt Jack’s arm possessively on the back of her chair, and his free hand left the nonalcoholic cocktail on the table and found a place on her thigh, his blue eyes fixed on Gerald, who was glaring back. Y/n smirked, kissing her boyfriend’s jaw and bringing his attention back to her, Jack smirked at her.

They had been together for a couple of months now, and they were going slowly and not so discreetly. Photos of the two together had been leaked—PDA included—, but neither had publicly commented. It had been his idea for them to go out.

Celebrating another successful magazine cover in Y/n career. Zack and Urban had tagged along, as well as two of the model’s best friends, Crystal and Meg.

Crystal was already on her third Cosmopolitan, and trying to convince the group to stretch out for a nightclub, Y/n couldn’t even contain her amusement at her always composed friend enthusiasm.

“Do you girls want another drink?” He asked pointing to the empty glasses around the table.

“Please.” Crystal smiled handing the glass to the tall brunette, Jack just smiled, amused at the woman’s slightly intoxicated state.

Meg refused, she was driving Crystal home later as the two shared a house in Laurel Canyons. Urban offered to go along with his best friend while Zack said he would stay back and gossip with the girls.

“Thanks babe.”Y/n thanked him, offering her lips for a kiss as he got up from the table towering over her.

Jack kissed her. “Always a pleasure, Babygirl.”

The of them just watched the man in all black leather outfit walk away.

Jack had swagger, he was handsome and stylish, it didn’t surprise Y/n that half the unaccompanied women in the room watched him walk.

“Are all rappers like that?” Persephone turned to her friend with a question mark evident on her face, Crystal rolled her eyes. “Little bitches.” The model laughed out loud at what her friend said. “I’m serious, Colson treated you like a goddess when you guys dated back in…2018? 2019?, I still remember him serving us coffee in a pink silk kimono.Gerald was a ass by the end, but he adored you and gave you the world. And now Jack, who is as sweet as sugar and clearly obsessive with you. So my question is: are they all like that?”

“Bitch I’ve only dated three, can’t exactly speak for the entire rapper population on the planet.” Y/n arched her brows, amused by Crystal drunk and uninhibited. “But rappers are usually more intense artists, rappers and rockers really, it seems like 95% have a tragic childhood history and abandonment trauma. They make good boyfriends, at least for a while.”

Their conversation was interrupted by a commotion in the bar.

“Is there fight at the bar?” Crystal asked, turning around to see what was happening.

Y/n quickly recognized the two tall figures facing each other by the bar, a barman and Urban trying to contain the two.

“Shit.” The blonde grabbed her bag and Jack’s cellphone and ran towards where the crowd was starting to gather to watch the rappers fighting, Crystal and Meg following a little behind.

“Y/n stays here.” Zack tried to stop her from approaching the fight.

"Let me help Urban, security will probably break up the fight already." The two of them managed to break through the human barrier just in time to see Jack swung at Gerald. The Bay Area rapper was able to dodge the punch, and threw one of his own, hitting Jack squarely in the face. Y/n yelled at the two of them to stop, and even tried to get closer when Meg stopped her.

“Girl, that’s a $400,000 Diamond Birkin, very hard-to-get Special Edition, you don’t want to risk it in a bar brawl.” She reached for her friend’s purse, taking it with herself as she then walked around the fight towards where she saw her Cosmopolitan sitting at the counter, she sat on a bench not far from where Gerald’s new arm candy was, watching her ‘boyfriend’ fight over his ex. “Your self esteem is very low if you stay with him after seeing him fighting over his ex. It’s rock bottom on another level.” She sipped her drink.

On the floor, Gerald was on top, holding Jack by the collar of his leather jacket, and delivering two punches in sequence to the younger man’s face. The Kentucky rapper managed to punch the other in the face, baffling Gerald enough for Zack to catch him, three security guards arrived and helped keep the two apart.

Jack didn’t need much restraint, while Gerald needed to be held by two bouncers.

“You stay the hell away from my girl.” The Bay Area native singer yelled at the Louisville rapper, loud enough for many in the room to hear as he pointed his finger at the other, bloody knuckles for all to see.

Jack needed to be restrained by the security guard with a hand on his chest, he smiled at his opponent, a smile red from his own blood.

“Man, what girl? Y/n and I’ve been dating for months.” The younger man gloated.“Bro, you only have yourself to blame for the end of your relationship, don’t blame me for your imbecility, it’s logical man, if you have premium steak at home, you don’t go look for cheap burger on the street.”

Y/n finally went to Jack’s side, one hand going immediately to his face and examining the bruises on it.

“I’m fine, Babygirl.” He put his arm around the young woman’s shoulder and kissed her temple, clearly teasing the other man.

The model looked at her ex with fire in her eyes as they were escorted to the entrance of the establishment, Crystal was just behind, drink still in hand, Zack had his arm around her shoulders.

Y/n wrapped her arm around her boyfriend’s waist, the two began to walk out of the establishment without more words, Urban and Meg close behind.

Crystal turned to her best friend’s ex.

“You broke her first you know? She was Ride or Die for you, too bad you didn’t see it before it was too late. Now she got herself someone who treats her right.” She turned to the receptionist, tapping her medium, polished, manicured fingernails on the glass in her hand. “Honey, I haven’t finished my drink yet, I’ll take the glass, put it on his bill. Don’t forget to overcharge.” And so the drunk brunette stalked out of the establishment, comically carrying two Birkins bags— one in each arm— and a glass of Cosmopolitan on her hand.

#jack harlow imagines #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow #jack harlow x oc #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow blurbs #jack harlow x reader #jealous!jackharlow #🍒

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