#Mucho Punk

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Hey, did you know that the Developer's Commentary in the Special Edition of Tactical Breach Wizards sometimes have Concept Art attached, of both the characters and the settings? It's really nice! Anyways here's some from Rion's Anxiety Dream that I wanted to share for, uh, no reason.

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summary: tonight, you had no plans to take any requests for your dj set at london's acclaimed ministry of sound. so what do you do when your boyfriend carlos shows up in desperation to request that you take him back? rating: nc-17 pairing: f!reader/carlos content warnings: established relationship, smut, oral sex (reader receiving, carlos DEFINITELY giving), if you're trying to see a grown man be horrendously down and desperate to get you back pull up word count: 5.8k

There would be no Sade played at the club tonight.

It wasn't as if you had anything against the group’s discography–far from it.

Rather, you were simply adamant to play literally anything else during your DJ set at the Ministry of Sound.

Tinashe, Daft Punk, Kylie Minogue–if it truly came down to it, you’d even throw on some Enya.

Because it only took one request for one particular song that instantly would remind you why you currently weren’t on speaking terms with your boyfriend.

Carlos.

You knew getting into a relationship with a man with such international renown and adoration came with certain risks, some compromises, and unavoidable sacrifices. By no means would you ask that he forsake his lifelong passion for racing for you–especially since comparatively, it would be similar to him demanding that you give up your blossoming career as a DJing producer to settle with being his housewife.

Still, it didn’t hurt any less when some weeks ago you asked if he would be able to come see you at any of your shows during your ongoing tour, with a few stops happening to align with his racing schedule breaks.

He said ‘no’ with big apologetic brown eyes and a jutted bottom lip.

Though his expression was precious, the look on his face was the exact same one he made over and over whenever he declared that he wouldn’t be able to see you perform.

To this day in the weeks since, you were still struggling to block out the argument that left a trail of missed calls, pitiful voicemails, and ignored texts from your boyfriend in its wake.

The prelude to the current song of solitude that you had been performing on your own since.

While despising the idea of keeping score or anything close to such a ridiculous notion in your relationship with him, there was still an inescapable pain wedged in your chest between the seeming care and desire you both gave to one another–especially as the two of you were careful to guard your love for one another with discreet privacy away from the prying public eye. Throughout this year, you managed to make time between touring and working on your next record to fly out to support him on his races whenever you could.

Not to mention, you couldn’t deny his late night calls as he begged for you to come join him at whatever fancy hotel he was staying in with ragged breath, desperate desire lacing every single one of his words.

And your public profile and prestige were nowhere near his.

Carlos had all the resources and capabilities to literally meet you halfway, and yes he was the embodiment of a hopeless romantic, but there was a matter of actions speaking louder than words, and he could sweetly murmur in your ear and continuously text “ti amo mucho, my vida” to your phone all he wanted, but based on how he treated you and your own passion, it just felt like he couldn’t give any less of a shi–

You bit back a curse as you found yourself fumbling a crossfade between tracks.

That was enough about your boyfriend, who should be locked in press conference purgatory by countless journalists after placing third in Imola today after George and Max.

It was full focus on your DJ set moving forward tonight.

Separate from your tour–which had you performing to a sold out crowd at Brixton Academy the night before–your presence at Ministry of Sound was actually a last minute addition. While you were lazily partaking in brunch after sleeping in through the morning at your hotel room, one of your local DJ friends texted and asked if you would be down to join his show as an opener for a casual, low pressure set.

You happily agreed and by the late afternoon, you announced your guest appearance on social media.

And now, here you were, dressed simply and summery–a tube top that hugged your curves, shorts that cut just below your bottom, and a pair of tennis shoes with a few of your favorite accessories. While London summer nights weren’t ungodly, a sold out club show turned the historic Ministry into a damn sauna.

With you also bouncing around to the bumping beats of your mixes and occasionally hopping on top of the DJ booth to hype up the crowd, this ensured that your skin was going to be beyond glistening by the end of your set.

A drink was definitely in order.

Prepped to perform once you were done with your set, your friend was happy to be your personal waiter, frequently traveling to and from the bar with any drink you fancied, along with a few personal recommendations.

But it wasn’t until he returned with a particular mix that left you pleasantly surprised as he set it right by your DJ controller.

It was your favorite cocktail, mixed and garnished to your exact preference.

“The bartender said that someone ordered this for you–a fan I think?” Your friend remarked with a hand cupped over their mouth, his voice raised to fight against the booming volume of the club’s cacophony of inebriated cheers and your remixed beats.

Your eyebrow quirked as surprise turned to suspicion when you noticed a couple notes stuck to the bottom of the glass. Still, you proceeded to pluck at the bits of paper, both left damp from the condensation formed from your drink.

Beneath the strobing lights and haze from the club’s state-of-the-art smoke machine, you squinted at what was written on both notes.

hello lovely can you play sade pls :)

i miss you so much :(

You froze.

The scribbled handwriting was one you knew all too well.

Your first instinct was to quickly scan around the crowd, doing your best to hide your shock–especially when you knew somebody was going to have their phone out, whether pointed at you while you performed or clubbers taking a selfie. Though, with the mess of writhing bodies, the blinding colorful lasers, and the heady fog of nicotine and machine, such efforts were futile.

With this, you immediately resorted to tapping at your phone screen to see if there were any texts sent or missed phone calls.

Nothing.

Outwardly, you smiled at your friend in thanks for bringing your drink over.

But inwardly?

The festive adrenaline from performing was morphing into hollowing tension.

He had to be here.

But this was utter insanity–your boyfriend had weeks if not months in advance to prepare to see you at one of your concerts when you initially asked if he would be able to make it out, but he outright turned that down and said he couldn’t make it.

Yet to show up from across another country–regardless of how relatively short of a flight it was–on a show you only just barely announced earlier in the day?

You sighed to yourself as you brought your cocktail up to your lips, gulping it down in one go.

Yeah, that was Carlos all right.

Being essentially stalked by your own boyfriend at your own show–you definitely weren’t drunk enough for this.

It was then that your phone screen suddenly lit up with the arrival of a new text.

You glanced down.

drink up my pretty girl ♡

You suddenly felt so much more exposed than ever before.

Wherever he was in the club, he had a full view of you.

It made you wonder how long he had been watching you on stage. Did he catch you climbing onto the booth to shake your ass while encouraging the crowd to let loose? Or when you were bouncing around so much to some bubblegum bangers that your breasts almost spilled out from your top? Not to mention, all the sultry slutty lyrics that you were happily mouthing out to the crowd while you continued to perform–you could only imagine the sort of nasty yearning was likely flooding his brain.

Before your argument, he was already calling you constantly to come join him after mere days spent apart, and it had since been weeks since the two of you were physically in the same space so you knew without a doubt he was likely on the brink of insanity!

Regardless, you knew deep in your heart that whatever naughty thoughts were swirling around his head, the moment you were ever within his reach, he’d be hauling you off to bed–or any other sufficient surface–, his apologies mixed amongst needy kisses and breathless moans while his hands clawed at your clothes–

You brought a hand up to your face to fan away the rising heat in your cheeks.

This was most definitely not the time to delve any further into such a scenario.

For now, since you still had a fair amount of stage time before you would swap out with your friend, you re-centered your concentration back to your set, spinning club classics with tracks from your own discography while you continued to curate the club’s vivacious atmosphere.

Along with thinking of how you were going to slip away without having to encounter Carlos.

All while his texts flooded right in.

ohh!! this song!! one of my favorites from you!!

i’ve been playing this a lot during my recent workouts!! it reminds me of you 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Rather than text back, you opted to instead immediately transition this very song to Alice Deejay’s “Better Off Alone”. And though you smiled at the crowd’s cheers upon hearing the iconic synths of the sacred Eurodance track, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of pain in your chest knowing that his signature injured puppy look was going to be plastered all over that handsome face of his upon realizing what you just conveyed.

It didn’t help either that when you took a step back to groove around and sing along with the crowd chanting out the chorus in drunken unison, another glance at your phone had your heart twist all the more.

don’t say that amor

or play that

please.

The weight of the period in his last text could’ve leveled the entire club.

You were compelled to scan around the crowd once again, your gaze trying to cut through the layers of smoke and lasers to determine just where the hell Carlos was playing voyeur from.

At the same time, your phone continued to light up with more messages, a shining beacon amidst the haze of the club.

only thing i want right now is to dance up there with you

especially while you have that little outfit on 🥵🥵🥵🥵

For both of your sakes, you prayed that this wasn’t about to be the turning point where he dared to start sexting you while you were performing. Dealing with him while he was begging for forgiveness was a handful in itself, but trying to win against him while he had you begging for him to ruin you thoroughly was impossible.

i miss waking up with you in the morning 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

i miss YOU!!!

Thankfully he opted to go more sentimental than sexual.

Still, at this point, you wondered if it was best to break your vow of playing no Sade to cue up the intro of that song just to hard cut to the anthem of FC Barcelona.

You knew you would never see the light of day ever again if you did such a thing.

Carlos would make sure of it.

Yet while dipping to such petty lows was a tempting thought, you resigned to stop your search for your lover to focus on closing out your set, especially since your friend had returned from his last bar run of the evening.

With yet another one of your favorite cocktails in hand, notes stuck to the bottom once again.

While you had no desire to peer at whatever your boyfriend scrawled out, you would at least savor another drink to help deal with his shenanigans this evening–

“Wait, is that Carlos Sainz?”

Your friend’s voice by your ear, raucous cheers from the crowd, phones raised high in the air, the heave of your chest as you choking and sputtering on your first sip.

Your head snapped up to witness Carlos being lifted and propped up by a merry group of club bros. He immediately commanded any and all attention, looking as breathtakingly handsome as ever even while dressed in a simple yet ungodly pricy blue dress shirt and black pants.

Having once struggled to pick him out within the crowds of Ministry, you found yourself frozen and still in place as his eyes immediately locked directly with yours. Though he was all smiles as he ran a hand through the wild waves of his raven black hair, his gaze was nothing short of smouldering and intense as he stared directly at you.

Even with the club air hot and humid from all the writhing bodies, you still found yourself shivering.

He most definitely was watching you flaunt your body while you danced around earlier.

Your voyeur had just come forth to present himself now as your hunter instead, refusing to be ignored by you any longer.

And yet, you denied him your attention as you quickly busied yourself with mixing, your mind in a flustered flurry of beat matching and figuring out your escape plan.

At the same time, you braced yourself.

Carlos Sainz Jr. was at a club, surrounded by the adoring public.

That song was going to be mentioned, to be requested for you to play by a cheeky drunk or two or five.

Was it not your role as the DJ to honor his appearance by playing one of his most favorite songs?

Even while unbeknownst to everyone in the club that he had pissed off this very DJ a few weeks ago?

While you wondered how you were going to try to avoid the inevitability of having to play that particular Sade single, your boyfriend continued to do the absolute most to catch your attention. After all, he was right in the center of the crowd, so you were bound to look his way regardless.

It was when he managed to catch your gaze a few songs later as you were finally finishing the rest of the cocktail he last sent over that he had you ensnared.

His eyes quickly closed for a wink as he grinned from ear to ear, flexing his body as he danced while purposefully maneuvering and twisting his body to effectively cause the top couple buttons of his dress shirt to pop right off.

You nearly dropped your glass.

The generous glimpse of his bared chest had you immediately turning your eyes away, even as your teeth sunk into your bottom lip.

Weeks of separation could end tonight. If you dared to be within arm’s length, you could very well undo the rest of his shirt buttons along with his belt while he tore off your flimsy excuse of an outfit.

But it was at that moment that one of your biggest fears suddenly turned into your salvation.

Your set’s finale was nigh and you knew just the song to play.

Grabbing hold of your mic, you smiled cheerfully at the crowd while you lifted your hand in a wave. “Ministry, you were so lovely! Thank you for having me! While this is my last song–” You giggled hearing the medley of disappointed ‘awws’, placing your hand over your heart, “It’s okay! You still have an incredible set to enjoy by this distinguished gentleman beside me!”

As tempting as it was to pull your friend into a side hug, you also valued his safety with your boyfriend still very much in the audience and still very much casting his gaze right in your direction.

And it was because Carlos was still hanging out with the clubbers that you were certain that victory was within reach.

“For now though–!” You winked at the crowd.

At Carlos.

Your smile turned into a smirk.

“–this one goes out to the Smooth Operator himself, Mr. Carlos Sainz!”

A look of shock flashed over his handsome features as a familiar jazzy opener began to slither out the speakers, all while the crowd rejoiced and cheered at getting to bear witness to such a rare opportunity with the illustrious driver.

Full attention was on him yet again, whether by starstruck eyes or phone cameras set to record.

The perfect opportunity for you to make your getaway.

Your friend looked confused as you stepped away from the booth while you gestured for him to take your place, your phone in hand. However, wanting to not linger any longer than necessary, you quickly brought your lips to his ear as you declared, “I’ll tell you later! Just keep my USB safe for me, okay?”

Though still curious, your friend only smiled and offered you a thumbs up with a mouthed “You got it!” before he assumed your previous position in preparation for his set.

You didn’t waste a second longer.

Daring to not look back, you quickly seized the chance to head backstage, smiling in thanks to security for granting you entry even as your heart fluttered from an adrenaline far different than the one you usually experienced while performing.

The energy thrumming in your veins was manic, on-edge, skittish.

“Smooth Operator” clocked in at 4 minutes and 11 seconds.

That was barely enough time for you to rush by your dressing room to grab your bag, let alone to grab a towel to wipe at your sweat-slicked skin. And with London being especially busy and bustling on a night like this, even if you were able to call up a taxi, it wasn’t as if one was going to instantly pop up at the back of the club to whisk you back to your hotel. If anything, by the time your getaway car arrived, there was a good chance that Carlos would already be awaiting for you there–

You brought your hand up to your eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply as you continued to stride on ahead, doing your best to calm your nerves by basking in the cool air-conditioned air circulating throughout the backstage hallway.

Now was not the time to get caught up in the possibilities.

Action and instinct were key when pressed for time, and so you made your way to your dressing room all while you brought out your phone to begin ordering up for a ride back to your hotel. As you sought out your purse, you could still hear the muffled thrumming beat of “Smooth Operator” with the crowd enthusiastically shouting out the lyrics together as one.

With your boyfriend likely remaining captive by the adoring public, you felt more assured as you slung your bag’s strap over your shoulder while stepping back out into the hallway backstage.

And it was as you were about to finally confirm your pick-up that some commotion from the entryway had you pause in surprise.

Especially as you heard a very familiar voice blare out,

“–mate, please, I need to see her!”

You felt hollow.

Your breath was caught in your throat.

As though time itself had frozen, you slowly turned your head towards the end of the hallway to lead back out to Ministry’s dancefloor.

You saw the back of the same security guard who previously granted you entry, his hands raised and seemingly gesturing for someone to calm down.

There was no need to guess identities.

After all, it was just so very much like Carlos to be absolutely hellbent on seeing you, public attention be damned.

As this occurred, the crowd boomed with cheers as the final seconds of “Smooth Operator” played out while your friend encouraged everyone to give you a round of applause for such a lively set.

His turn to perform had come at last.

All while your lover was very much adamantly trying to gain access to you.

The thought of the very same phones being trained on Carlos while he danced now being locked on him being denied entry by a security guard was at the forefront of your mind, as was the idea of your boyfriend making a scene becoming a significant distraction for your friend’s imminent performance.

Daring to risk scandal for your attention whilst in the midst of the season–just how much had your boyfriend spiraled down and unraveled since the two of you fought?

You found yourself shivering again.

Not from the air conditioning.

Rather, it was seeing a man so decorated and acclaimed as him willingly debase himself in his desperate pining for you.

A sigh escaped your lips while you slipped your phone away into your purse as you made your way over towards the backstage entrance. Once you were within earshot, you cleared your throat before you called out with a pristine, “Excuse me!”

The sound of your voice had Carlos perking up akin to that of a dog being called forth by its master, his eyes gleaming as he eagerly peered over the security guard’s shoulder to get a better look at you.

Your eyes were trained on the security guard however, a sheepish smile forming on your lips as you remarked, “So sorry about all this!” Your index finger pointed right towards Carlos’s direction just before you gestured back to yourself. 

“He’s with me.”

Even you couldn’t resist from casting a glance at his face at that moment.

What you saw was nothing short of rapturous relief.

While the security guard grunted out an “Understood” in response, he still looked towards Carlos warily as he stepped aside to let him enter.

“Don’t matter if yer Prince bloody Harry, mate. If I say ya’ can’t pass, then ya’ can’t pass–”

Yet the man’s words fell on deaf ears, especially with Carlos immediately sprinting past to tail after you as you had already spun on your heel to begin walking back down the hallway.

With his refined athleticism, he was already just a breath behind you in mere seconds, following every step you made until you both were in your dressing room.

While you strode on ahead, he was of mind to lock the door upon shutting it closed behind him. When he turned around to face you, it was at that moment that you were able to finally get a much better, much clearer look at him, without the smoky murk of the dancefloor getting in the way.

As the ceiling lights cast down on him from above, you could see both soft relief and utter exhaustion on his face. His post-race fatigue was a sight you were familiar with, yet with the newfound darkened circles that were under his eyes, it only declared how little sleep he was likely getting during your time apart.

Yet as he quickly approached where you stood, each step that closed the distance between you both seemed to bring more life to his handsome features. His lips parted, his voice tender as he called out your name with adoring reverence.

“Thanks for the save back there, my love.”

He opened and held his arms out, a welcoming beckon for you to enter his embrace.

However, you merely held your ground, your tone exasperated in response. “Well, I couldn’t really sit by and watch you make headlines for a stupid reason.”

His head tilted to the side, his expression both confused and crestfallen. “What stupid reason?”

Your arms folded over your chest as you cast your gaze down to the floor.

“Getting into a fight with security while you have hundreds of people and their phones on you–I’m not worth you making yourself look like an absolute fool–”

You suddenly found yourself being drawn forward and pressed against solid, sturdy muscle while a pair of arms wrapped themselves securely around your body.

“What would be so stupid about everyone finally seeing how much of a fool I am for you, cariño?!”

The tremble in Carlos’s voice had your head quickly snapping up in shock.

Just as instantaneous were his hands moving to cup your cheeks, soothing warmth emanating from his calloused skin.

He sought out your gaze, conviction etched clearly on his features while the look in his dark brown eyes was fiery with passion. “I’d rather the whole world laughs at me than ever make you sad again. The time spent apart from you after what happened–” His voice trailed off as he closed his eyes with a shake of his head, pain latching onto every one of his words. “–it killed me more than you could imagine.”

As his eyelids fluttered open, he peered at and spoke to you with utter remorse. “I’m sorry, amor, I’m so sorry.”

Your instincts cried for you to soothe him, the sound of his wounded tone clawing at your heart. Yet before you were moved to speak, your mind drew forth the memories of all the times he offered his meager apologies every time he said he couldn’t come see you perform. This led to your quiet and strained response of, “It’s words versus action though.”

Yet he took this with stride as he nodded. “And I understand that, I really do–” On his last word, he then closed the gap between your faces, his forehead pressing gingerly against yours, his lips mere millimeters away from your own while he affirmed with iron-clad resolve, “–I never want to make you feel like I’m belittling your career ever again so from now on, I swear this to you: as your lover, I’m going to be better in supporting you. If I have to get my own private jet, if I have to drive over by myself, if I have to run on foot–whatever needs to be done to see you perform, I will do it.”

His expression was serious and determined, akin to the very same look he conveyed whenever he slipped his helmet on before taking to the track.

The way he spoke left absolutely no room for doubt, his voice heartfelt and sincere.

A smile soon found its way to your face as your heart began to swell with joyous relief.

“I’m holding you to it then, Carlos.”

One moment, you watched sheer bliss sweep over his face.

Immediately after, his mouth was on yours for a kiss you both had been craving like nothing else. The warmth and the taste of his lips were divine, all sensations you yearned for during your time spent in separation.

When the two of you parted for air, he winked at you as he teased, “Actually hold me as well too while you’re at it, yeah?”

Giggling, you obliged him by finally returning his embrace, your head resting on his chest while you pressed your body tightly against his with affection. “As you wish.”

While your action was innocent in intention, Carlos still found himself shuddering as he felt the sweet and soft pressure of your breasts, all while he basked in the familiar sensation of your embrace along with the smell of your perfume mingling with your natural scent. Not to mention, he was still fully riled up from seeing you bounce around in your revealing attire earlier.

And as he felt your cheek affectionately nuzzle against the exposed expanse of his chest, he knew you were in a similar state.

One of his hands was already hovering by the hem of your shorts as he suddenly cleared his throat. “Now, with that said–”

He held your attention once more as you peered up at him curiously. His thumb returned to your cheek, stroking over your skin reverently as he elaborated further, his voice sounding much huskier than before. “I know this doesn’t excuse what I did to you before though, so right here, right now–” The tender touches on your cheek stopped to swipe over your bottom lip instead. “–I’m gonna make it up to you, okay princessa?”

“Right here…?” You repeated curiously, only for a gasp to escape you as you felt one of his big hands proceed to grope your ass through your shorts. As a moan tumbled from your lips, you gazed at him with wide and astonished eyes. “But shouldn’t you be resting? You literally raced and flew all the way out from Imola today!”

One of his eyebrows raised while he cheekily grinned.

“What about it?”

Before you could respond, Carlos took the chance to steal another kiss, making sure to tenderly nip at your bottom lip before he went on to sweetly clarify, “I’m finally reunited with the love of my life after a very stupid mistake I made. I need to make sure this isn’t a dream. Besides…”

The fingers of one hand moved to cup your chin as he smirked. “Don’t think I missed the way you bit your lip when my shirt opened, amor.” At your immediate flustered expression, he chuckled and decorated your face with even more kisses while he continued to indulge himself with feeling up your ass.

“And believe me, the feeling is very much the same–” To emphasize his words, he pressed you even closer to him while he slowly ground his hips against yours, making sure you would feel every inch of his stiffening bulge through his pants. His lips journeyed over to your ear, his voice gruff as he spoke, “You can feel it, yeah?”

“I–” You moaned once more as your head fell back in pleasure, reaching for his shoulders to better steady yourself as your knees buckled. “I do…”

Seeing your neck exposed further, he didn’t hesitate to seize the chance to bring his lips right at its juncture, eager to start marking up your skin with kisses and bites. His voice deepening with desire, he rasped out, “I don’t think I can wait for a hotel. Seeing you dance around on stage in this little outfit all night long–” The hand he had on your ass moved to start cupping and fondling your breasts while also playing with the waistband of your top. “–you already know fully well that I don’t have that kind of patience, amor.”

“And neither do I.” 

It was Carlos’s turn to be surprised as you took lead in guiding him over to a nearby couch. As soon as your back fell back against the plush cushions, the two of you quickly descended into maddening passion together.

A flurry of hot open-mouthed kisses, clothes left ripped and yanked by impatient hands, repressed affection finally spilling forth–primal instinct took the forefront over thought, especially in the case of Carlos, who was able to strip you down fully first. 

The moment he flung what was left of your now torn panties over his shoulder, he was eagerly diving his head right in-between your thighs, the stubbled bristles of his facial hair scratching your skin while he noisily feasted on your cunt, his tongue hungrily swiping up and down your drooling entrance. Intoxicated by your taste, possessed by the cries of his name from your lips, encouraged by the tugs of your fingers in his hair, he kept on and on with savoring you fully until you were left writhing and squealing with the bubbling rise and harsh crash of your orgasm.

Prideful satisfaction was blatant on his face as he withdrew away to sit back on his ankles, his chin gleaming with the mix of your essence and his saliva. While his tongue swiped over his smirking lips, he gazed down at you with smouldering passion as he admired the sight of you catching your breath–the hot heat in your cheeks, the precious way you were sprawled out on the couch, and the temptatious glisten of your drooling core.

While he knew you wanted nothing more than to return the favor, he simply couldn’t wait to truly reunite with you.

With his shirt, pants, and belt flung in some random corner of the dressing room, all that was left was for him to remove his black boxer briefs.

He was fully nude soon after.

Catching the way your eyes immediately focused on the sight of his thick, throbbing cock, he let out a chuckle as he happily situated himself right between your thighs once again.

Yet rather than toy with you with his tongue, it was dragging the blunt sticky tip of his dick against your core. Hissing in pleasure from your sticky heat, he eyed you directly as he purred out, “Poor gatita–must have been so starved for milk while I’ve been away, eh?”

“Don’t tease, don’t tease, Carlos, please.”

The sweet breathlessness of your voice, the needy lift of your hips, the pleading look in your eyes.

He damn near orgasmed right then and there.

��Wouldn’t even think of it,” he reassured with a wink as one hand reached for your hip while the other lined his cock right up against the entrance of your cunt. “Because from now on, I’m going to feed you–”

As he spoke, he slotted his dick right inside of you in one full motion. Hearing you squeal out his name while the scorching tight heat of your core enveloped his cock nearly had him forget his train of thought. But as you reached for his shoulders to pull him down for a kiss and to have something for your hands to latch onto once he began to quickly work his thrusts into a relentless and punishing rhythm, he proceeded on, his words mashed against your lips.

“–dance for you–”

He seized hold of your breast with one hand, squeezing the soft plushness as his fingers pinched at your nipples, recalling earlier how the sight of them almost popping out of your top had him drooling from the corner of the club he was watching you perform from.

“–travel for you–”

The exquisite pain of your manicured nails clawing at his shoulders, the fierce embrace of your legs around his hips, the sweet vice of your cunt continuing to milk his cock–he was driven further and further into madness and was determined to drag you down with him.

“–fuck you–”

While he wanted nothing more than to kiss you further, his mouth parted from yours as he looked right into your eyes, his expression ravenous yet loving as he declared from the bottom of his heart,

“–and love you endlessly.”

You smiled up at him adoringly, with that very same affection matched in the way you dreamily replied with, “And it’s the same from me to you, Carlos.”

He grinned and happily brought his head down for his lips to rejoin yours for another kiss, continuing to pound away into you until he was flooding you full with his cum–the first of many orgasms to be messily shared on this night alone.

And truly, if there was anything that you had come to realize on this particular evening, from having once wanted nothing to do with your boyfriend to now feeling like the luckiest woman around to receive his love, it was that this man was just too goddamn smooth for his own good.

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When Mikey left the Sano household he brought with him his towel and some pics of the people he lost. Almost every night when he's curled up in his towel ready to sleep he watches the pics and cries. Yes, even when he's in bonten.

Draken biggest regret is not confessing his feelings to Emma. So when he gets up and goes to bed he always says "I love you" to her pic on the wall.

Baji is so scared of his mother tears because when she cries she turns in a really strong opponent. She's the female version of the blue ogre.

Chifuyu thought that his mother hated Peke J till one day when he got home from school and found the two sleeping together snuggling.

Takemichi finds some notes of his past self in which he's confused about being friends with people he doesn't even remember he knew and lately being involved in a gang. Past Takemichi is afraid he's going insane so our Takemichi writes te a note in which he explains everything. Not surprisingly past Takemichi is even more confused and thinks he need a therapist.

Kazutora is proud of his tattoo. He just wish people in Japan wouldn't be so scared of tattoos because sometimes is tired of hide it with turtlenecks.

Takuya likes to watch wrestling.

Yamagishi dream is that his delinquent encyclopedia would be published one day.

Akkun dies his hair red by himself as a training to be an hairdresser.

Mitsuya is very good at karaoke, he likes to sing rock songs.

Hakkai is the first and more hardcore shipper of Mitsuya x Yuzuha. He really wants Taka-chan to be a part of his family.

Sometimes Taiju babysits Mana and Luna. One time they asked him to watch IT (the 90s version) with them since Takanii forbid them to watch such a scary horror movie, Taiju accepted but not much longer the movie started Mana and Luna started to cry and Taiju did his best to comfort them (he said he would punch any clowns that goes close to them or something similar). In the end the little ones fell asleep in his arms and Taiju had to live for a week with the Mitsuya because Mana and Luna felt safe only near to him. Needless to say an angry Mitsuya scolded Taiju.

When Pahchin gets released all the Toman members throw a party for him. He was sad Mikey was not there though.

When Yasuda confessed to Pehyan he malfunctioned and froze for a solid 15 minutes.

Angry thought for a while that he would be a nurse when he will be an adult. He changes his mind after seeing Nahoya smiling with his eyes wide in delight while eating the ramen that he prepared. Since then Angry wants to be a ramen chef.

Smiley once stole Angry favorite stuffed animal, Souya got so upset that accidentally unleashed the blue ogree. Since then Nahoya always politely asks to Souya if he can borrow one of his plushies.

Mucho goes to punk rock concerts, one time he brought Sanzu with him, but it wasn't a good idea. Sanzu beated almost all the people in the venue.

Sanzu ends up regretting killing Mucho, he misses the older brother he was for him. Especially when he feels lonely and he realizes he has got nobody to talk to.

When Kisaki reaches the afterlife Baji punches him in the face so hard that for a moment he was sure he would come back in the world of the livings.

Hanma likes to play shooting games at the arcade, but when he loses he usually punches the machine.

Kokonoi lives in a traditional house when he's in bonten. There are a lot of candles, lanterns and things that make it a cozy place. Only Miley is admitted in his house and only for urgent matters. The house is his sanctuary to find inner peace after dealing with his crazy coworkers.

Inui likes goth girls more because they understand and appreciate his hobbies.

When Izana listens to Queen the whole neighborhood listens to Queen.

Kakucho learned to cook from Mochi.

Mochi hates creeps who harass women and always beat them down to a pulp. Harassing a woman is not an honorable behavior for a man!

Shion always fails tests of courage since when he was a kid. He believes in ghosts and he's afraid of them.

Rindou panicked when Ran slept for a whole day, he thought he was dead or in a coma. That's when he realized how important Ran is to him. When Ran woke up he cried for joy and ran to buy a mont blanc for his brother.

Ran cut his hair because he was tired of Sanzu calling him Wednesday or Annabelle.

Never insult someone because they are not fully Japanese in front of South, he will punch the living shit out of you. Since he's also a mixed race person he hates when people are bullied for that reason.

Wakasa saved a stray cat once and let the kitten live with him. Now when he doesn't wanna hang out with Takeomi he said he's busy... Busy cuddling his cat that he treasures so much because it help him avoid unnecessary social situations. And because... Who doesn't love a cat?

Benkei likes to built copies of castles in miniature. It relaxes him cause it takes great concentration and ability to do that in the right way.

Takeomi gossips like an old lady with his coworkers (may God help them)

Shinichiro cried the first time he watched Titanic, it's one of his favorite movies.

Yuzuha meets with Emma and Senju every month to talk about how hard it is dealing with problematic brothers.

Hinata is a fan of Avril Lavigne and sometimes she dreams of touring around the world playing the songs she wrote. Unluckily she can't sing but she has got some alternative fashion clothes.

Emma talks and sleeps with the plushie Draken gave to her. She calls him Kenken.

Senju goes often to Harajuku to take inspiration for her outfits.

[ryannasworld]

Sooo, uhh things happened lol! So I hope you guys don't mind if a light drabble helps instead! Still working on the longer fic I wanna do! So here ya go! 💫

(I also am not the best at writing, soo please forgive me! I'll do my best to proofread!)

"Look At Me.." Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Spider-reader

(Light drabble)

This pic inspired this drabble, so this is a jealous!miguel version!

Tags: No use of Y/N, 18+ ahead! MDNI! jealous!Miguel, dirty talk, pet names, degrade/praise kink, dom/sub, grinding, hair pulling, choking, fingering, almost getting caught

Summary: You were a new Spider-Woman, one of the few there is. You were recruited shortly after your dad died, leaving you with not much else in your world but being the one and only Spider-Woman. A little shy, but so sweet, you just had caught the big boss's eyes. You soon became his favorite, until Hobie Brown stumbled into the fold. With all your attention on Hobie, you slowly stopped talking to Miguel. Will you look at him, or will he make you look at him?

His gaze found yours, as you walked into the busy lobby, Hobie talking with you as they walked. A grunt left his mouth, seeing Spider-Punk by your side again. You were a new Spider, only about 6 months being at the Spider Society. You were a sweet little thing, your reputation building as you grew around the Spiders, beginning to consider some of them friends.

Especially Hobie Brown.

Hobie hung around you every single time you were at the Spider Society. You spent your time, learning how to play his electric guitar, becoming closer to the point where you even spent time in his universe.

Every time Miguel saw you with him, he hated the pang of jealousy in his chest, only because you weren't by his side.

He hated the nickname Hobie gave you, calling you his little love, and Miguel gritted his teeth every time he heard it.

Miguel finally had taken all he could bear, and finally had a plan to make you his.

Miguel ordered Lyla to not disturb him, finally having a day off, and finishing his reports early.

He called you to his office, knowing you were sitting somewhere, waiting for Hobie to come back from his mission.

He waited patiently for you, staring at his monitors as he waited for the knock that would announce your presence.

He couldn't help himself, his thoughts drifted to thoughts he had at night. Your body, the way your spandex suit held your curves.

The knock came sooner than expected, jeering him from his thoughts. He cleared his throat, as he spoke. "Come in."

You heard his gruff voice permitting you to enter, as you pushed the door open. "You wanted to see me, Miguel?"

"I did." Was all he said, his back still to you. You shifted on your legs, your eyes finding purchase on his large back.

You wouldn't admit this, but Hobie was the perfect excuse to get close to Miguel. The man in front of you had your complete attention whenever he was in the room.

"Are you listening to me, Nena?" He snapped quietly, your eyes snapping up to meet his now.

A smirk rested on his lips, fully turning to face you before his gaze dropped down to your body, especially how the suit made your tits pop up.

"My eyes are up here, Miguel." You said, smiling softly as you watched him look up to your eyes.

"¿Sabes lo mucho que me has estado tomando el pelo, dulce niña?" Miguel asked you, a blush coating your cheeks as he spoke. (Do you know how much you've been teasing me, sweet girl?

"I haven't done anything yet." You asked and he laughed, his tone incredulous.

"Entonces, ¿puedes entenderme, niña?" Miguel asked, moving closer to you as you nodded. (So, you can understand me, babygirl?)

"I took Spanish for 6 years, Miguel." You countered, smiling up at him as you moved closer.

You looked up at him to find his pupils blown with a need for you. "Tell me to stop now, nena."

You smiled at his words, placing a hand on his wide chest. A growl vibrated through his chest, feeling your warm hand on him.

"I'll make you look at me this time, pretty girl." He growled, before he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you up a bit to press his warm lips against yours.

A soft gasp left your lips when you felt his hands squeeze your asschecks. His tongue slipped into yours, your tongues fighting for dominance.

He pulled away, smirking as he saw your face flushed red. He began leaving open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

A shiver ran down your spine as you felt his canies nip at the tender skin of your neck.

"Fuck, cariño.. I've been waiting to do this." He growled against your neck, his fingers trying to find purchase in your suit.

"How mad would you be if I ripped this?" He whispered into your ear, his breath fanning over it.

"You mean the only suit I have until Jess fits me with a new one?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

He cursed, and felt around your suit for the zipper, pulling it down in a haste. The cool air of his office cause goosebumps all over your skin.

Pulling the suit, his hands felt the plush of your skin, his fingers tracing down your stomach.

His other hand gripped your neck, his fingertips pressing into the sides of your neck.

"Such a pretty little slut, aren't you? Begging for my attention like a little whore, are you hermosa?" Miguel whispered against your ear, as his fingers flicked gently against your clit.

A soft moan left your mouth, your knees almost giving out. If his arms weren't holding you up, you would've fallen.

"P-please.." A soft whine passed your lips, and Miguel chuckled lowly in your ear.

"You like that? Come on, baby, use your words." He growled, flicking your sensitive bud again, as a finger slipped inside your fluttering cunt.

His fingers were much larger than your own, causing a louder moan to pass your lips. "Miguel, please.. mmh!"

He chuckled lowly in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. "More, nena? You want more?" He chuckled, slipping another finger into your dripping cunt.

His speed began to increase slowly, and your legs started to tremble. He could tell you enjoyed every movement he made, your gasps and moans bringing his bones more to life.

"¿Te gusta eso, amor? ¿Te gusta la forma en que se sienten mis dedos dentro de ti?" Miguel asked, speeding up his fingers, feeling your walls clench around him. (Do you like that, love? Do you like the way my fingers feel inside you?)

"Y-yes, Miggy! 'M.. close!" You gasp out, your eyes fluttering in pleasure. He gripped your neck softly, making you look up at him.

"Cum for me, mami. You're doing such a good job for me." Miguel murmured, his fingers speeding up, feeling your walls clenching his fingers.

A knock on the door sent a shock through your system, making you freeze in his arms. He paused for a moment, before beginning to thrust his fingers back inside you.

"Yes?" His voice was calm, like he wasn't fingering your cunt, his thumb flicking your clit. He smirked at you, hearing Jess's voice.

"Hey, Miguel. We've got a meeting in 5." Jess said, speaking loud enough to be heard.

"Got it." He answered, his eyes fixated on you, as he watched you struggle to keep yourself quiet.

Hearing Jess's footsteps fade, he sped up again, squeezing your neck again.

"Heard that, pretty? Cum for me, baby girl." He almost ordered, as he continued fucking your walls, his thumb rubbing your clit.

Your head fell back as you cried out, your orgasm washing over you. Miguel continued fucking you through your orgasm, his cock hard.

Your chest was heaving as Miguel placed you on the bed, cleaning you up softly. He kissed your head, stroking your cheek.

"Stay here for me, pretty girl. I'll make it worth your while tonight." Miguel whispered, kissing your lips softly before he stood up, leaving for his meeting.

You definitely were going to wait for him.

[boywrencher]

Basically waking up at 7 reading K punk and using music as an anxiolytic . making a mixtape . Blood moon , mucho hasch . Kimchi (통배추김치 and bastard), dongchimi 동치미 observing the gestures .

Evidently terror and blind self-centeredness are brothers of sorts and I hold my tongue about it so it doesn't spread but I interiorize stress . "Farever Loop!!! im done . I wear this “lazy but talented” ugly shirt bc to go where i have to go i have to pass through me first . Capital . Alien . Disregarding the void-feeling of estrangement . I can't seem to find logic that gets me through any amount of days consistently , and I start the wonder if logic can really be perfected or "right" if perhaps it's all arbitrary (but all the scenarios amount specifically to apocalyptic-level knowledge of survival) .

"Unrazed" Laze rager needle range banger lengua . Thoughts die on me . I worry about the instrument and the source instead of the message and the substance . My nervous system is built on your tongue . H wants to take me on a date which is nice . I don't know how to write in a way that is communicating a fact an idea or a plan straight-forward (and its killing) . Im diagonally speaking, impotent . I need to buy condoms, i need to find my mind , unflatten time . My only real issue here is that all this noise and self-inflicted confusion is the exact veil of torment that ultimately prevents from hearing the future , from which all answers spring from . I don't really "believe" in romanticization (as a word) anymore but I "would put my whole pussy" into the knowledge that careful narrativisation is the key to pressure-point out reality back into our own hands . To disaffect thought and rewire imagination back in its rightful place .

Anyway. I miss Mark Fisher . I miss having clear convictions and the language to sustain them . So its back to the books

[xocowilde]

And because I love Johnny:

extra: I do hc Johnny enjoys pop/softer rock & also just loves to be around his boyfriends so yeah él es de chocolate. He will go around with Eddie or Steve anywhere as long as they promise they will hold his hand

He doesn't care if his friends/cousin makes fun of him because he went to see that cheesy summer movie. He had a blast with Steve.

Also, he is the one that would jump on the pit from Eddie's plays, and drags Steve to it for the first time. He just sees Steve enjoying and he would be like omg that's hot

sometimes he doesn't enjoy it because of headaches but for sure his boyfriend(s) are delight to see him enjoying the concerts enough to go to many of theirs and their fav bands

[shotaro-98]

🌟THE CLASH × RAMONES × SEX PISTOLS🌟

Uno de los dibujos que hace mucho tiempo quería hacer y por fin tuve tiempo libre para hacerlo 💖

Un crossover de los que son, en mi opinión, los mayores exponentes del punk.

[aviel0v3]

Las faldas de cuero comenzaron a popularizarse en la moda rock y punk de los años 70 y 80, asociándose con una estética rebelde y poderosa. Desde entonces, han evolucionado y se han adaptado a muchos estilos, siendo una pieza de fondo de armario para quienes buscan añadir un toque atrevido a su look

[tipsytuntun]

Skitter Idol

This is the second entry and the project is already going downhill. I'm sorry but this is unironically inspired by the existence of Spider-Punk and… Hololive. So, ah, what's her backstory? The Heberts in this timeline were more into music. Little Taylor would sing and dance as her parents play their instruments. Whenever Taylor accompanied Emma's modeling events, she dreamed of becoming one of the people performing on stage. These dreams, of course, were broken into pieces when tragedy struck her family and Emma turned on her.

Over a year later, Taylor triggered. On her first night out as a hero, she found two Case 53s being harassed by the Empire goons and she interfered. Turned out, these two case 53s, Peat and Fen, were a team of fairly successful entertainers and they thanked the bug cape on their blog. Skitter's fame rocketed overnight. She got mucho creds. She considered them her responsibility during their stay in Brockton Bay. So, she guarded their events and they became sort of her first friends in a year. They discovered her joy in singing and invited her to sing at one of their events. Taylor reluctantly accepted and turned out she was still good at it. Things escalated from there and she became one of the famous entertainer rogues.

She's one of the least combat-oriented Skitters in the multiverse but it would be a huge mistake to underestimate her. She has won at least two celebrity cape fighting tournaments.

This is from one of her shows. Imagine Emma seething under the stage as Taylor sings "I'm still standing."

[ladyanakim]

Nació en Creta, Grecia

Nació en 23 de Octubre de 1725

Nació dentro de una ariscocrata familia Griega, que servía al Sultán otomano: Ahmed III.

Su nombre real era : Adrián Athanasiou "Kardia"

Fue abandonado por su familia, en un hospital de athenas, por que pensaba que moriría pronto, por su enfermedad cardíaca.

Fue adoptado por Krest de Acuario, a quien Veía como un padre.

Es diestro.

Es Bisexual

Ver a Degel de Acuario, como un hermano, nunca tuvo interés sexual ni amorosa por él.

Es un poco rebelde, ya que cuando era niño, se metía en demasiados problemas en rodorios.

Admiraba a Sage de Cáncer, como un gran maestro, pero creía que era algo estricto.

Veia a Sisifo de Sagitario como un hermano mayor.

Veía a El Cid de Capricornio como un serio hermano mayor.

Habla y escribe en cinco idiomas: Latin, Francés, Griego, Español, Sueco y HINDÚ.

Su bebida favorita es : Raki: Bebida alcohólica procedente de una uva de la isla griega de Creta.

Su comida favorita es : Saganaki: Queso frito, rebozado y acompañado de zumo de limón.

Le gusta escribir Libros de Poesías, los cuales siempre negaba.

Tuvo una breve romance con Asmita de Virgo, cuando ambos era adolescentes, romance que termino en buenos terminos.

Tuvo un romance de dos años con : Calvera de Quetzacotl, el cual termino bien.

Creía que Manigoldo y Regulus era los más joviales de Santuario.

Su relación con Hasgrad de Tauro, es amable y gentil.

Le gustaba jugarle bromas a Aspros de Geminis, por que este era muy armagado con todos.

Se llevaba bien con Defteros de Géminis e incluso apoyaba su relación con su hermano adoptivo Degel.

Le gustaba crea pequeñas cerámicas, las cuales vendía en rodorio, con permiso del patriarca Sage.

Le gustaba ir a la playa de Rodorio, para coleccionar cochas de mar.

Durante cinco años, fue amante de Manigoldo de Cáncer, Relación que les ayudo a reforzar su amistad y su compañerismo.

A veces con Manigoldo y con el Cid hacia competencia de Beber más, los tres terminaba con Jaqueca y en lugares inexplicables.

Le caía bien Regulus a pensar de que era muy parlachin.

Su relación con Asmita de Virgo es Gentil.

Su relación con Dohko de Libra y Shion de Aries, era dulce y gentil.

Admiraba a Ilias de Leo y Lugonis de Piscis, como caballeros legendarios, pero también entendía, los sentimientos de Sisifo y siempre le dio su hombro para llorar.

Le gusta mucho las manzanas, a tal punto de que peleo, con una señora  de Rodorio, por una canasta de Manzanas.

Su libro favorito es : la Iliada de Homero.

Si viviera su libro favorito era : La vuelta a mundo en 80 días.

Si viviera le gustaría, las películas de Terror & Comedia.

Si viviera sus canciones favoritas sería de: Rock & Rock & Punk.

Si fuera Kpop sería: Blink & Nerverland.

Si le gustará los Kdramas, su K Drama favorita seria: Escalera a Cielo.

Si viviera actualmente sus películas favoritas sería: Titanio (No lo admite) Diario de una pasión (No lo admite) & Mean Girls.

Su banda favorita de Rock sería: Scorpios.

Le agrada Dohko de Libra pero ni por error, comería alguna de las recetas de Comida que hace este.

Le gustaría tener un gato como mascota, a quien llamaría: Kardia Jr.

[lacasadelasmunecaspreciosas]

Fotos Martina García en Soho desnuda

Amar a morir, Rabia y Día naranja son las tres películas que Martina García estrena este año. Pero como cuando se trata de Martina mucho nunca es demasiado, le tenemos estas fotos para que se deleite.

Martina, Martina... ¿Qué se puede decir de Martina? Con esos ojos que tiene tal vez no sea necesario decir nada: todo lo que uno quisiera decir ya fue dicho por ellos. Y es que los ojos de Martina le dirán mucho más de lo que nosotros nunca podríamos, simplemente porque a esta mujer no se la puede definir fácilmente. ¿Inocente será la palabra, por su carita de niña buena? ¿O extravagante, como la describían algunos directores cuando llegaba a grabar vestida de gótica y de punk? ¿O tal vez intelectual, por haber estudiado Filosofía en la Universidad de la Sorbona y porque considera este hecho algo fundamental en su vida, de lo cual está muy orgullosa? Parecería que cada descripción que proponemos contradice a la anterior, pero en el caso de Martina es esta acumulación de opuestos la única forma de retratarla.La otra opción es describir a Martina desde su profesión, la actuación. Todos la recordamos en la novela Amor a la plancha, y en películas nacionales como Perder es cuestión de método, de Sergio Cabrera, o Satanás, de Andy Baiz, pero ella ha estado en el mundo de la actuación desde muchos años antes, cuando era apenas una niñita y salía en el programa infantil Los niños se toman el mundo. Martina estudió actuación con Paco Barrero en Bogotá, en The Central School of Speech and Drama en Londres, y con Juan Carlos Corazza en Madrid. Pues considera que, como en cualquier otra profesión, en la actuación hay mucho que aprender y es necesario prepararse, pero al mismo tiempo también está convencida de que es básico tener un don, que describe como mucha fuerza interior, valentía, criterio y extrema sensibilidad. Y como un bonus track, para terminar de entender a Martina, aquí está la respuesta que nos dio cuando le preguntamos que por qué había insistido en hacer estas fotos con un gatito: "La idea fue mía, lo pedí con insistencia, necesitaba un ser vivo y frágil para acercarme al desnudo con ternura e inocencia, y para que tuviera sentido".

[ultravioletqueen]

Last drawing of the day! On this occasion I show xabier's sister and brothers!

Deborah McLaren or simply Debbie is Xavier's older sister and his biggest frenemy. Although they love each other very much, they also do not miss the opportunity to annoy each other, especially by making merciless pranks😅

Debbie works with her mother in a punk bar and in her free time she spends her time riding her motorcycle or going to some illegal race, she is like an adrenaline hunter.

She is a tough and temperamental woman who does not respect authority figures too much, she is a brash and direct person, she is impulsive and characterized by her impatience since she can become reckless when she gets angry.

Despite this, Debbie is also a very outgoing and energetic party animal who, when confident, can show a lively attitude that maintains a happy atmosphere around her.

She has a kind of philosophy similar to this phrase:

“Life is not a waste of time, time is not a waste of life. So let's stop wasting time, get wasted and have the time of our lives” is a quote by Pitbull.

We also have Joey, Xabier's youngest brother and who he usually bothers from time to time (with obvious love), he is a teenager who loves comics who wants to draw his own one day and be a great comic book author ( In fact he draws very well!)

Joey is not very intelligent in the academic field but he makes up for it with a lot of creativity and a positive attitude, for him there is no problem that does not have a solution even if it is not logical.

Even though they often fight, Joey admires Xabier a lot and is always the first person he tells everything to because he knows that he won't tell anyone unless he asks.

And finally we have Glenn, Joey's older brother and the middle son.

Glenn, unlike Joey, excels in academic intelligence and is the one who has a brighter future, but he also has terrible social skills.

Glenn is a pretentious teenager who has a big ego due to his intelligence and praise from teachers (in other words he is a teachers' pet), but this makes him a lonely boy who does not have many friends due to his own egocentrism.

Glenn is not very close to Xabier but he goes with him and Debbie when he feels lonely, and they try to help him improve his social skills so that he doesn't spend his entire high school years alone with hardly any friends.

They are a strange but happy and very punk family🤘

(Español)

¡último dibujo del día! ¡En esta ocasión muestro a la hermana y hermanos de xabier!

Deborah mclaren o simplemente debbie es la hermana mayor de xabier y su mas grande amienemiga, si bien se aman mucho tampoco pierden la oportunidad de molestarse entre sí, especialmente haciendose bromas sin piedad😅

Debbie trabaja junto a su madre en un bar punk y en su tiempo libre se dedica a pasear en su moto o a ir a alguna carrera poco legal, es como una cazadora de adrenalina.

es una mujer dura y temperamental que no respeta demasiado a las figuras de autoridad,es una persona descarada y directa,Es impulsiva y caracterizada por su impaciencia ya que puede volverse imprudente cuando se enoja.

Pese a esto debbie también es una fiestera muy extrovertida y enérgica que cuando esta en confianza puede mostrar una actitud animada que mantiene un ambiente alegre a su alrededor.

Ella tiene un tipo de filosofía similar a esta frase:

“La vida no es una pérdida de tiempo, el tiempo no es una pérdida de vida. Así que dejemos de perder el tiempo, emborrachémonos y pasemos el mejor momento de nuestras vidas”.

También tenemos a joey, el hermano más pequeño de xabier y a quien este suele molestar de vez en cuando(con amor obvio), el es un adolescente amante de los cómics que quiere dibujar el suyo propio algún día y ser un gran autor de comics(¡de hecho el dibuja muy bien!).

Joey no es muy inteligente en el ámbito académico pero lo compensa con mucha creatividad y una actitud positiva, para el no existe un problema que no tenga una solución aunque no sea lógica.

Pese a que se suelen pelear joey admira mucho a xabier y siempre es la primera persona a la que le cuenta todo porque sabe que este no se lo dirá a nadie a no ser que se lo pida.

Y por último tenemos a glenn, hermano mayor de joey y el hijo de enmedio.

Glenn a diferencia de joey si excede en inteligencia académica y es quien tiene un futuro más brillante pero también tiene unas habilidades sociales terribles.

Glenn es un adolescente pretencioso que tiene un gran ego por su inteligencia y los halagos de los profesores(en otras palabras es una mascota de los profesores), pero esto hace que sea un chico solitario que no tiene muchos amigos por su propio egocentrismo.

Glenn no es muy cercano a xabier pero va con el y con debbie cuando se siente solo, y ellos tratan de ayudarlo a mejorar sus habilidades sociales para que no pase toda su etapa de secundaria solo y sin apenas amigos.

Son una familia rara pero feliz y muy punk🤘

[frnkierogender]

FELIZ DÍA EMOS, COMUNISTAS, TRANSGÉNEROS, PUNKS, FANS DEL RPF, LESBIANAS QUE PIENSAN MUCHO EN JUANA DE ARCO, MONSTERFUCKERS, FURRIES, MASTERS DE D&D, ACTIVISTAS DEL PEGGING, COMUNIDAD LEATHER, NEOPAGANISTAS, GENTE CON EL PELO QUEMAO DE TANTO ECHARSE TINTE, ARTISTAS DE TODO TIPO Y A MI PERSONALMENTE

[ardeportal]

Canciones por la Memoria, la Verdad y la Justicia

La música que grita "Nunca Más"

Por Abril

El 24 de marzo no es solo una fecha de calendario ni parte de una efemérides de la historia, es una herida abierta. A 49 años de la última dictadura cívico-militar en Argentina elegimos a la música como un símbolo y ejercicio de memoria y resistencia. Desde Arde hoy traemos canciones que son un puente entre el pasado y el hoy, que fueron trinchera y altavoz para recordar lo que el terrorismo de estado no pudo borrar pero muchos hoy intentan callar. Sin caer en las básicas e indiscutibles como "Los dinosaurios" de Charly García, "Sobreviviendo" de Víctor Heredia o "La memoria" de León Gieco, acá van siete canciones que nos ayudan a no olvidar a los 30.000 detenidos desaparecidos y la lucha de las Madres y Abuelas de Plaza de Mayo, que hoy siguen luchando por la Memoria, la Verdad y la Justicia:

"Como la cigarra" de María Elena Walsh lanzada en 1972 y popularizada por Mercedes Sosa en el año 1979, es una canción para niños que lleva consigo un mensaje esperanzador, luego de esconderse, de callarse, para sobrevivir, en el verano la cigarra vuelve a salir al sol a cantar. Convirtiéndose luego en un símbolo de lucha de madres y abuelas de plaza de mayo, de sobrevivientes y exiliados.

2. "Desapariciones" es un reggae de Rubén Blades publicado en 1984, luego reversionado por Los Fabulosos Cadillacs en el ´92, que cuenta cuatro historias que reflejan búsquedas desesperadas de familias de personas comunes. “¿A dónde van los desaparecidos? busca en el agua y en los matorrales”, porque las desapariciones y la tortura fueron sistemáticas en Argentina pero también en todo el cono sur.

3. "Soy"  lanzada en 2017 por Agarrate Catalina, quienes cedieron sus derechos a las Abuelas de Plaza de Mayo. una canción que habla sobre reconstruir la memoria, la historia y el derecho de saber quienes somos. “Soy todos los pasos valientes de mis abuelas, su latir furioso que dio vuelta la tierra y estalló el silencio hasta vencerlo entero”.

4. "Canción de Alicia en el país"  de Serú Girán cargada de metáforas y estrenada durante la dictadura es una crítica activa al régimen que si no te desaparecía te empujaba al exilio, con reproches a los perpetradores llamándolos por sus apodos, Charly y compañía se jugaban la cabeza por el arte.

5. "Pensé que se trataba de cieguitos" de Los Twist, publicada en 1983 - y muy recientemente reversionada por Santiago Motorizado y Dillom- describe una abducción de las fuerzas militares de forma divertida e irónica, muy fiel al estilo de Pipo Cipolatt; relatando por medio de lo absurdo lo confuso e inesperado de que un fin de semana te detengan sin razón aparente, pero la suerte de ser liberado al cuarto dia.

6. "Represión" también del año 1983 es una canción de Los Violadores que pretende mostrar la realidad de una sociedad sofocada por el control autoritario en todos los aspectos de la cotidianeidad. Con su sonido punk acompaña a las estrofas que exigen libertad y reniegan del sometimiento. “Yo no quiero represión, detestamos a la represión, nos burlamos de la represión”.

7. "How to Disappear Completely" de Radiohead no es una canción sobre la dictadura, pero el 24 de marzo de 2009, durante su primera visita a Argentina, la banda decidió tocarla por primera vez en mucho tiempo en homenaje a los 30.000 desaparecidos. “No estoy acá, esto no está pasando, no estoy acá”.

Puedo traer cien canciones más, mil incluso, para recordar a los 30.000 compañeros detenidos desaparecidos durante la última dictadura cívico-militar en Argentina. Canciones que cuentan la historia de forma irónica o cruda, canciones que nada tenían que ver con la dictadura y fueron resignificadas, bien explícitas o llenas de metáforas para evitar ser víctimas también.

Cualquier canción que elijamos en esta fecha para recordar a los desaparecidos nos hará saber que la memoria se mantiene en gran parte gracias al arte, en una época en la que los discursos negacionistas afloran como la violencia en 1976 elegimos escuchar y resignificar para no olvidar; por eso este 24 de marzo elijo salir, para ver que la tribu de mi calle escribió en mi pared: Nunca Más.

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El peor

Pareja: Hobie Brown / Pavitr Prabhakar (Spider-Verse Comics)

Descripción: Lo dijo, y muy en serio, con tal de ver qué tan lejos podía llegar el «peor Spider-man».

La expresión de Hobie no se inmutó tras haber escuchado esas cinco palabras. Solo apartó su mirada para dirigirla a las pantallas sin imagen, era como si tardara en procesar lo que había dicho, pero Pavitr sabía que no era eso. Hobie, Spider-punk, podía ser muchas cosas pero no era estúpido, mucho menos lento. Más bien intentaba procesar, descifrar lo que había detrás de ellas y cuando logró hacerlo, regresó la mirada a Pavitr. Él seguía sentado, su expresión por igual intacta después de haber dicho esas cinco palabras. Eso podía cambiar, por supuesto. Todo podía cambiar si Hobie decidía hacer algo, lo que fuera; largarse o acercarse.

Y así lo hizo. Un largo paso con sus largas piernas y estaba justo frente a Pavitr. Un movimiento más hacia delante y estaba inclinado, el rostro de Hobie a meros centímetros del suyo y una mano en un brazo de la silla, acorralándolo. Pavitr abrió la boca para preguntar qué pretendía hacer, moviendo su torso hacia delante con la intención de deshacerse de él, pero otra mano en su pecho lo empujó a su posición original y la respiración de Hobie, los pocos milímetros que había entre sus labios y el arete de su oreja hicieron que se tragara sus palabras apretando la mandíbula. Podría patearlo con un solo pie, hacerlo volar hasta la pared más lejana de la habitación con mucha fuerza, tan sencillo como eso. No quería hacerlo, por razones que iban más allá de no empezar una estúpida pelea, por la misma razón que había abierto la boca para decirle aquello.

Pavitr llevó sus manos hasta los hombros de Hobie en un intento, en una señal, de quitárselo de encima, tratando de ignorar el leve escalofrío que recorría su espalda y el zumbido de su sentido arácnido que le avisaba se apartara de allí, rápido, pronto, aunque no hubiera a donde correr ni a donde voltear. Hobie no retrocedió, en lo absoluto. Por el contrario, lo sentía aún más cerca de su cuerpo, como si lo hubiera atraído más hacia ��l, como si la física y el concepto de espacio no existieran en realidad. La barba de una semana que se había dejado raspaba su mejilla.

—El peor, ¿hum?

Los labios de Hobie acariciaron el lóbulo de su oreja izquierda demasiado lento, demasiado suave, cuando habló. Su sentido arácnido se hacía más presente con cada diminuta fracción de segundo que pasaba. La mano que estaba en su pecho se deslizó hasta su barbilla para tomarla y mantener su cabeza quieta. Dolor. Los dientes de Hobie se incrustaron en su lóbulo, los sintió incluso a través del metal de su arete. Arqueó la espalda, sus manos apretaron con fuerza los hombros.

—Veremos eso.

Dijo tras soltar el lóbulo. Se enderezó para mirar a Pavitr por lo alto, su expresión aún sin cambiado, y estiró su brazo derecho hacia la izquierda. Pavitr llevó su propia mano al lóbulo que había sido mordido y lo masajeó con sus dedos índice y pulgar. El dolor ya no estaba, solo el calor de la boca de Hobie y la marca de sus dientes permanecían.

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