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Roughly 10 More Cool Historical Queer Figures More People Should Know About

Part 2 - Modern Era

Part 1

Last year I made a post of roughly 10 (emphasis on roughly) earlier historical queer figures, and promised a list of another (roughly) 10 figures. So again in spirit of pride month, I'm delivering you roughly 10 (technically there's 12 or more however you want to count them) more cool historical queer figures.

In the first list I had fucked up the splitting of my list and there were only 8 figures. I had somehow misplaced the first entry here on this list even though time-period-wise it should have been on the first one, but alas it will go here.

The same disclaimers apply here too. This list is centered around western history (but not exclusively) because that's the history I'm most familiar with, though it's definitely not all white, since western history is not all white. I will be avoiding using modern labels, since they are rarely exactly applicable to history, rather I will present whatever we know about these figures' gender, sexuality and relationships. If there's information about what language they used about themselves, I will use that. Often we don't know their own thoughts, so I will need to do some educated guess work, but I will lean towards ambiguity whenever evidence is particularly unclear. If you are the type of person who gets angry with the mere suggestion there's a possibility that a historical gnc person might not have been cis, I encourage you to read my answers to related asks (here and here) first before sending me another identical ask. Try to at least bring some new arguments if you decide to waste my time with your trans erasure.

9. Romaine-la-Prophétesse (c. 1750 - at least 1792)

Romaine-la-Prophétesse, or Romaine the Prophetess, was a Haitian revolutionary and religious leader. It's unclear what pronounce they would have used for themself, so I'll refer to them as they/them. They were assigned male at birth and were born around 1750 in the Spanish controlled Hispaniola as Romaine Rivière to free black parents, possibly of Kongolese origin. By 1772 they had migrated to the French part of the island and become a small coffee plantation owner. By that point they had also met Marie Roze Adam a mulatto woman, who was enslaved in another plantation, where they were likely an employer. Between 1772 and 1777 she gave birth to their three children, who were born into slavery. After meeting their future wife, Romaine spent 12 years working to free her and their children from slavery. They purchased Marie Roze and their children and immediately married her, exploiting a law, according to which marrying her master freed her and any of her children owned by the same master. Romaine became very respected in the area's free black community and they and their wife became godparents to multiple children. Still even after freeing their wife and children from bondage they did own at least two slaves, as did many wealthy free black and mulatto people.

After the French Revolution many of the free black Haitians were radicalized. The French revolutionaries had promised freedom and equality, but while all whites, even the poor ones, gained citizenship, the citizen status of free people of colour was tenuous and black slaves remained slaves. This led to a lot of tensions and fighting, which in 1791 erupted into several uprisings, the uprising of the free people of colour against their discrimination and the slave rebellion. Romaine joined the slave rebellion after a powerful white plantation owner near their plantation gathered troops threatening them and their community. They called upon free black and poor white people in their community outnumbering the white troops, attacked the plantation, burned it down and freed it's slaves. It's a little unclear when exactly, but at least by the revolution, Romaine started to be known as Romaine the Prophetess. They dressed in women's clothing and spoke about being possessed by a female spirit. They became known as both a healer and a prophet. With a saber in hand they preached that God was black - their religious practice and revolutionary politics were very intertwined. Vodou was not yet a formalized belief system, but this was the time when it was taking form as Catholic and Indigenous African and Caribbean beliefs mingled together among Caribbean people of colour. Romaine's religious beliefs seem to also be a mix of Kongolese Catholicism (Catholicism has been a major religion in Kongo since early 16th century) and indigenous West-African religions. This was quite common among Haitian revolutionaries, but there was still a lot of variety.

After capturing and burning the first plantation, Romaine and their growing army of freed slaves, burned multiple other plantations in the area of Southern Hispaniola and freed thousands of slaves. There were excesses of violence as an inevitable consequence of the extreme brutality the slaves had been subjected to (how the Caribbean slaves and Maroons were treated by the Europeans is one of the most nauseating things I have ever read and after that it's impossible for me to condemn anything they did afterward to their oppressors). Eventually most of the wealthy free black people turned against Romaine and the slave revolt and pressured them to go into peace treaty with the French. By that point they had enough of the upper hand that they managed to keep control over large parts of the province. However, the peace would not last and eventually Romaine and their troops were defeated by the French in 1792. Romaine's family was capture, but they apparently managed to escape and was said to have continued preaching, however there's no other record of them after that. Haitian Revolution was eventually after a decade successful and made Haiti the first state to entirely abolish slavery.

10. We'Wha (1849–1896)

We'Wha was a Zuni, Indigenous American Pueblo people from Zuni River Valley, a potter, a weaver and a cultural ambassador. They were a lhamana, a third gender category in Zuni culture. The lhamana are usually amab people, who take both masculine and feminine characteristics and perform both feminine and masculine roles in the community. It's unclear what pronouns We'Wha would have used in the English language, so I will use they/them. At the time of We'Wha's birth the Zuni had managed to stay away from colonizers and continued their traditional livelihoods and religious practices. But the Zunis had their first interactions with the colonizers, who brought smallpox, which killed many of the villagers, including We'Wha's parents, after which they and their brother were adopted by an aunt. US tried to gain control of New Mexico - in 1877 they established Zuni Reservation and begun a policy to assimilate Indigenous People to the industrial American society by converting them to Christianity. Which is why in 1878 missionaries arrive to We'Wha's village. They became the missionaries' domestic servant and learned English. The missionaries left from the village in 1881, without managing to force their culture and morals on the villagers.

During the missionaries' stay at the village, We'Wha befriended Matilda Coxe Stevenson, an ethnologist, who recorded a lot of Zuni culture with the help of We'Wha. Matilda and her husband invited them to visit Washington D.C. with them. We'Wha used the opportunity to meet with president and form good relationship with the US government in order to protect the independence of their tribe. 6 years after their visit to Washington D.C., they were arrested. US soldiers had tried to interfere with the internal community trial of the Zuni and arrest their elders. We'Wha had resisted the soldiers and ended up in jail for a month.

Today Zuni people are surviving centuries of genocide as well as one can. Halona Idiwan’a, or Pueblo of Zuni, the Zuni reservation and homeland, has a sizable Zuni population. There's 9 500 speakers of Zuni language, most of who live in Halona Idiwan’a. The traditional religion is also still practiced by the Zuni. In early 2000s Zuni people successfully opposed a coal mine, which was planned near Zuni Salt Lake, a sacred site in Zuni lands. To this day they are still opposing colonial intervention.

11. Edward Carpenter (1844-1929)

Edward Carpenter was from a wealthy English family. He was a writer, poet, philosopher, socialist, early gay rights activist, prison reformist and animal rights activist. He wrote much about Uranians, term for queer men, which he used as a term for all queer people. He argued for non-medicalized view of queerness, and didn't just argue that it should be tolerated, but that it was a natural human trait beneficial to humanity. He had multiple relationships with men thorough his life, and had a particular preference for gruff working class men. As a 58 years old he met 36 year old George Merrill, a working class man, and the two fell in love. George moved in with Edward and they lived together for almost 40 years, until George died suddenly. Edward was devastated and shortly after suffered a stroke and died as well.

12. May Morris (1862-1938)

May Morris was English Arts and Crafts artist, designer artisan and socialist. Her father was William Morris himself, the father of the Arts and Crafts movement, and her mother was Jane Morris, muse and model of Pre-Raphaelite art. May was a very influential embroiderer. She was active in the movement and founded Women's Guild of Art when Art Workers' Guild did not admit women. She was married to a man, the secretary of the Socialist League, for 8 year, despite her mother's disapproval of him, but eventually divorced him. In 1917 her life long relationship with Mary Lobb begun. Mary cross-dressed but used feminine terms. She loved dogs. She moved into May's countryside Arts and Crafts cottage with the guise of being May's gardener, but eventually they were openly a couple. They traveled together for hiking trips, for example to Iceland many times.

13. Renée Vivien (1877-1909)

Renée Vivien was a mentally ill lesbian poet, Sappho enjoyer (a woman of culture) and a cat lover. She had a profound homoromantic childhood friendship, mommy issues and was melodramatic about women. She would have done numbers on Tumblr dot com. She was English, but lived most of her life in France with the money she inherited from her rich father at a young age. All her relationships were quite dramatic. She left the homoromantic friendship with Violet Shillito for a hot American actress Natalie Barney, after which the friend died of typhoid fever and Renée separated with Natalie because she was sure she had killed Violet with a broken heart. Next year in 1902 she started an affair with a married Jewish Baroness Héléne von Zuylen. They had to keep their relationship discreet because of Héléne's position, but it continued for years and Renée considered them to be married. Still when she got a letter from a secret admirer, wife of a Turkish diplomat, French-educated Muslim woman, Kérimé Turkhan Pasha, she started a secret affair with her too. They had only brief encounters, but exchanged a lot of passionate correspondence. Renée was not willing to leave Héléne, but eventually in 1907 Héléne left her for another woman. Next year Kérimé ended their relationship, as she relocated to St. Petersburg with her husband. Renée took all that as well as the average poet. She abused alcohol and drugs more than she had before and attempted suicide in a way I can only describe as on brand. She overdosed on opium, stretched on her divan and placed a bouquet of violets over her heart. Her commitment to the symbolism was real. In all seriousness she was not well. Her substance abuse and disordered eating had deteriorated her health and tragically complications of her mental illnesses would claim her life only a year later.

14. Lucy Hicks Anderson (1886–1954)

Lucy was Black American born in Kentucky to a working class family and assigned male at birth. From a young age she insisted that she was a girl and wanted to wear dresses. Her mother took her to a physician, who suggested that she should allow Lucy to present as a girl and raise her as such, which she did. Lucy left school at age 15 to support herself by working as a domestic servant. As an adult she would move around and work in the service sector and as a chefs, get married and move to Oxnard, California. After divorcing her husband in 1929 she bought a boarding house with her savings, and used is as a front to operate a brothel and illegal liquor business during the prohibition. She became a local socialite and hostess with a lot of influence in the high society. She was on that grindset. Her influential connections got her out of jail, when her brothel was exposed. After that she married a her second husband in New York in 1944, Reuben Anderson, a soldier. They returned to Oxnard, where she resumed her brothel operation. In 1946 a sailor claimed to have caught a venereal disease from her brothel, so even she was forced to undergo a medical examination, during which her masculine sex characteristics were discovered and she was accused of fraud for "lying" about her sex in her marriage license. In the court she said:

"I defy any doctor in the world to prove that I am not a woman. [...] I have lived, dressed, acted just what I am, a woman."

She and her husband were convicted and both put in men's prison. To add to the cruelty, she was forbidden to wear women's clothing. She survived the ordeal and was freed in 1950, after which she moved with her husband to Los Angeles and they lived quietly together until her death.

15. Amelio Robles Ávila (1889-1984)

Amelio Robles Ávila was a Mexican revolutionary colonel and decorated war hero. He was born to a middle class farmer, who owned 42 hectares of land, and afab in Xochipala, Guerrero. He was sent to girl's Catholic school, but showed interest in masculine pursuits from an early age, becoming very proficient in running of a ranch. Even before adopting a male presentation or becoming a soldier, he was known as an excellent marksman and rider. He joined the revolutionary Zapatista army between 1911 and 1912, still presenting as a woman. The Zapatistas were formed as a response to the military dictatorship under general Porfirio Díaz, who ruled from late 19th to early 20th century. Prior to the Porfiriato there was still significant Indigineus Nahua population in Central Mexico, where people lived largely in Nahua villages and worked communally owned land. During the dictatorship though communal landownership was undermined and land was centralized to haciendas, which were a type of grand estate used broadly in Latin America as brutal colonial enterprises. This sparked a revolution, led by the Zapatistas, who sought land reform and fought the military dictatorship with guerilla warfare.

Two years after joining the Zapatistas, Amelio started to present as a man and demanded to be respected as such. And mostly he was, by his family as well. He was accomplished in the army and eventually gained his own command of over 300 men. He fought till the end of revolutionary period in 1920, and returned to put down a counter-revolutionary rebellion in 1923. After his army career he settled down, and in 1930s he married Ángela Torres, with whom he adopted a daughter, Regula Robles Torres. He was a widely known to be trans and so when his birth certificate was falsified so he could legally adopt his daughter, it was probably a favour from the government. At some point after the revolution, a group of men tried to do a hate crime on him and "expose" his anatomy, but he killed two of them in self-defense, as he should. In 1948 he received a medical certificate, where it was confirmed he had 6 (six) bullet wounds, to officially enter the Confederation of Veterans of the Revolution. And finally in 1970 he was officially recognized by the state as a male veteran (veterano) of the Revolution and received several awards for his distinguished military service. He died as a 95-year-old revolutionary hero and certified chad. There is a story that in his deathbed he asked to be dressed in women's clothing when he was buried to face God's judgement, but this is likely a baseless rumor, since he also apparently asked in the same breath honours for his military service (which he had already received) and according to his death certificate he had lost the ability to speak before his death.

16. Alan L. Hart (1890-1962)

Alan L. Hart was an American physician, radiologist and novelist, who made significant advancements to tuberculosis treatment and was the first transman to medically transition in US. He was afab and was born in 1890, but very early on expressed a strong desire to be a boy, which was largely accepted by her parents and grandparents, who let him present as a boy and referred to him in masculine ways. However, when he attended school he was required to dress as a girl, though outside it he continued to presenting as a boy. In medical collage he was still forced to present as a woman. He was very unhappy that his female name was used in his medical degree when he graduated, since it meant he had to continued presenting as a woman for jobs or be outed as a "sexual invert". Right after his graduation though in 1917 (when he was still presenting on his first job as a woman, but outside it as a man) he sought medical transition. His doctor agreed that "from a sociological and psychological standpoint he is a man" and his surgery was completed during the next year after which he legally changed his name and married his first wife Inez Stark. Unfortunately in the same year he was outed by a former classmate and was forced to move with his wife to remote Montana, which was very traumatic for him. Financial troubles and secrecy caused by this outing and relocation put a strain on his marriage and they separated in 1923. Two years later he married his second wife, Edna Ruddick, which would last till his death.

During the same year Alan moved to work in Trudeau School of Tuberculosis in New York to do his postgraduate work, then worked for two years in a sanatorium in Illinois and finally in 1928 received his master's degree in radiology from the University of Pennsylvania. After that he did his career working with and researching tuberculosis, which was the most common cause of death in America still at the time. He developed an x-ray screening method for spotting tuberculosis early on and preventing it from spreading. Using his screening method he led a mass campaign to screen for tuberculosis in Connecticut for 16 years, and similar screening campaigns were then used all over US and the world. This was crucial in ending the tuberculosis epidemics, which had been going on for decades across the world. His method is still the standard used today. During his career he also wrote medical drama fiction and published four novels.

In his will he had directed for his personal photographs and letters to be destroyed, which was his last act of controlling the narrative of his own life, which had been briefly stolen from him, when he had been outed. This was carried out, but even then, a decade after his death, he was reclaimed by anti-trans lesbian groups as a historical lesbian figure. During 1980s and 1990s though trans people and some lesbians, like the Lesbian Avengers, valiantly defended his legacy, protested these lesbian groups and eventually forced them to back down.

17. Willem Arondeus (1894-1943)

Willem Arondeus was a Dutch artist, writer and poet and an openly gay man. Quickly after Neatherlands was occupied by Nazi Germany in 1940, he joined the Dutch resistance. He used his skills as an artist to become a very successful forger. He forged documents for Dutch Jews so they could avoid Nazi detection and escape the occupation with a lesbian resistant Frieda Belingfante. Their efforts were hindered by Population Registration, where the Nazis could verify the documents to be false. So in 1943 they attacked the record archives and managed to blow up the building and destroy 15% of the identity cards. Later though someone betrayed them and Willem was caught by the Nazis. He refused to identify his companions, but the Nazis found his notebook and were able to catch everyone except Frieda. Willem took all the blame for the attack, which is possibly why two of his comrades were given clemency, but the rest 13 and him were sentenced to death. Before his execution he made sure it was known he and two others in the group were gay and said either to a friend or a lawyer:

"Tell people that homosexuals are not cowards."

18. Sister Rosetta Tharpe (1915-1973)

Rosetta Tharpe was born in Cotton Plantation, Arkansas, USA, to black cotton pickers, who were also gospel musicians. She was a young prodigy and started touring as a gospel singer and player at a young age. She is often called the Godmother of Rock 'n' Roll, because of her immense influence to the genre. She was a pioneer of electric guitar technique that would have a massive influence to the development of electric blues and the sound of rock 'n' roll. Her act was provocative, as she combined spiritual gospel lyrics with embrace of sexuality and appearances in nightclubs. She had relationships with men and women and was married several times. One of her more famous sapphic relationships was with another black artist, Marie Knight. Their relationship lasted for five years during which they made music and performed together. They remained friends for the rest of Rosetta's life, and years after her death at age 82 Marie recorded a tribute album for Rosetta.

19 & 20. Tove Jansson (1914-2001) and Tuulikki Pietilä (1917-2009)

Tove Jansson was the creator of Moomins, an artist and a writer. She was born in Helsinki, Finland, to an upper class Swedish-Finnish artist family. She had relationships with both men and women. Her early serious relationship was with Atos Wirtanen, a socialist politician, who inspired Snufkin's character. Her first relationship with a woman was with a married theater director, Vivica Bandler. Tutsik and Lipsik were based on herself and Vivica. In 1956 she started relationship with her life partner, Tuulikki Pietilä, which lasted till the end of her life. Tuulikki was an influential Finnish graphic artist and sister to Reima Pietilä (one half of Pietilä architect pair, my favorite Finnish architects). Tuutikki was based on her. They traveled all over the world and spend their summers on a small rocky island in Pellinki. In 1992 they attended together the presidential independence day party (a big event every year in Finland) as probably the first sapphic couple.

#i got a bit carried away with some sections but there was just too much things to say #history #queer history #historical queer figures #pride month #queer #lgbtq history #queer tag #gay history #trans history #sapphic history #lesbian history #long post

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casssssssi · 1 day ago

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Worst Way

Macklin Celebrini x fem!reader

I kind of blacked out while making this…

warnings; suggestive but no explicit smut, macklin not being able to think rationally for the most part, The Toffoli’s mentioned! (I love Cat so much)

wc; 2,088

summary; Macklin and his girlfriend attend a formal gala, but he can’t seem to keep his eyes (or hands) off of her.

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Her and Macklin have been together for almost two years at this point. Shes been with him throughout everything. BU, at the draft, his rookie season, she’d been there for it all, and he’d been there for her too. He’d taken her to her senior prom, sat for her graduation, all of it. He’s been with her throughout so many memorable moments, so many nice occasions. Which is why she can’t understand why he keeps looking at her like he wants to eat her.

They’re currently at a charity banquet that Macklin’s team, the San Jose Sharks, is hosting. She had taken it very seriously, bought a new dress and shoes and everything (Really Macklin had bought it, as a thank you for even coming to the event with him). It was a beautiful fitted gown with a black corseted top, paired with some black heels. Fancy but not too much. She catches his eye again and he still has that same look in his eye. She turns back to her conversation with one of the other players wives, smiling as she speaks, but she can’t help the way her skin pricks under Macklin’s gaze.

Macklin’s eyes stayed on her, tracking her every move. He was having a hard time containing himself, sitting here in his best suit, surrounded by people he had to be polite to. all he wanted to do was take her away and have her all to himself. He took another drink, his eyes narrowing at how effortlessly beautiful she looked, laughing at something one of his teammate’s wives had said. He clenched his free hand, his knuckles turning white as he suppressed the urge to go over there and grab her. She makes her way back over to him after a few more minutes, curling her hand in around his bicep. “You okay Mackie?”, she asks, “You’ve been looking at me funny all night..” He let out a shaky breath as she touched him, the familiar feeling of her hand on his body sent a jolt through him. He turned to her, his eyes burning with intensity. "I’m just fine, baby." He said, trying to keep his voice steady. "You look beautiful tonight." He took another sip of his drink, trying to calm his racing heart. She smiles at him, a familiar flush coming to her cheeks, the way his compliments always made her blush. “Thank you. You look handsome too”, she says, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

Macklin’s skin tingles where her lips touch him, and he has to bite his cheek to keep from responding in the way he wants to. He wants to pull her on his lap and kiss her until she’s breathless, he wants to make her moan his name until her throat is raw. But he can’t. Not here, not yet. She grabs his hand and squeezes it softly, oblivious to the internal battle he’s currently having. She chats with the two Toffoli’s as they approach. Macklin forces a smile as they do so, his hand instinctively gripping hers tighter. He was having a hard time concentrating when she was so close to him. He could smell her perfume, her shampoo, her. It was intoxicating, and he was a desperate man. The conversation continues, but Macklin only half-listens. He’s far too focused on the feel of her body pressed against his, the grip she has on his hand, the way her dress shows off just a tiny bit of cleavage when she leans forward.

His teammates say goodnight and leave, and he’s left with her in an open space with a few other people milling about. That’s when he finally succumbs to the urge to touch her. He puts a hand on her waist, his fingers tracing small circles over her skin. She leans into his touch, as she always does, finding his hands on her comforting. “I wasn’t expecting it’s to be so fancy”, she says, “I’m glad i’m not overdressed. I was worried about that.” Macklin lets out a soft laugh, still tracing circles into her skin. “You could never be overdressed, baby. Not with how good you look.” He pulled her closer, his hand slipping slightly under the fabric of her dress. She can feel his fingers under the dress’ slit on her thigh. “Mack”, she says, already kind of breathless. He just had that kind of effect on her, “Not here. There’s people.” Macklin ignored her warning, his fingers still tracing patterns on her thigh. “But I want you now.” He whispered in her ear, his breath warm against her skin. “I can’t wait. I’ve been waiting all night to have you to myself.” “It’s almost over”, she hums, her eyes closing at the feeling of his breath against her earlobe. Macklin’s hand is gripping her thigh now, his fingertips pushing past the fabric and touching her bare skin. “Almost isn’t good enough. You don’t understand how badly I want you.” She manages to pull herself away from him, her eyes opening and Macklin can see that dazed look she always gets and knows she needs him just as bad. “It’s almost over.”, she repeats, “Let’s go back to our seats.” Macklin lets out a low groan, his heart thumping hard as he looks into her eyes. He knows she’s right, but his body aches to touch her, to hold her. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself before he nods. “Okay” he says, his voice gruff. “But we’re leaving as soon as this thing is over.”

Macklin reluctantly lets go of her thigh and takes a step back, his body already missing the contact. He follows her over to their seats, his eyes glued to her the entire time. He watches as she sits down, crossing one leg over the other, the slit in her dress falling open, revealing her bare thigh. He swallows hard, shifting in his seat at the sight. She watches as the Sharks and the charity director take the stand at the podium they have set up on the stage. They start by thanking everyone for finding the time to come, and how much them being here will support the charity. Her eyes flit over to Macklin as his hand finds her thigh again, rubbing the skin where her slit has fallen open. The action makes her press her thighs together. Macklin smirks as he feels the action. He knows what he’s doing to her, and he loves it. He leans over and whispers in her ear, his hand still tracing circles on her thigh. “You’re so sensitive tonight. Is it because I’ve been watching you all night? Or because I’ve been touching you all night?” “Macklin. Stop it.”, she says, her tone strained. Macklin doesn’t listen, instead he leans in even closer, his lips brushing against her ear. “Why should I stop when you like it so much?” He says, his voice low, “I can feel how much you like it, baby.” She ignores him, pushing his hand away from her thigh, letting out a shaky breath. Macklin lets out a low chuckle and settles back into his seat, a smirk on his face. He knows he’s gotten to her, he can see the way her breath is ragged, the slight flush to her cheeks. He can see how she’s struggling to keep her cool and he’s enjoying it. He crosses one leg over the other and stares at her intently, his gaze practically undressing her.

She tries to focus on the presentation going on in the stage, but her mind is elsewhere. All she can think about is Macklin’s hand on her thigh, the feel of his touch through her dress. She presses her thighs together again, trying to relieve the growing ache inside of her. She steals a glance at him, and sees the way he is looking at her intently, that same look from earlier. It makes her heart race and her breath hitch. Macklin watches her intently, her every little move, every expression. He knows she’s affected by him, and he can’t help the way it makes him feel. He’s addicted to her reactions, the way she’s trying and failing to hide how much she wants him too. He leans forward and whispers in her ear again, his breath warm on her skin, “Are you thinking about me, baby? About how much I want you right now?” She gives him a pointed look. One that says “Stop it. Right now.” but her eyes are still clouded over with desire and she has that dazed expression on her face again. Macklin laughs softly, enjoying the way she’s trying to act tough. “You can’t fool me, baby. I know exactly what you’re thinking.” he murmurs, his hand finding her knee again. “You’re thinking about how good it’s going to feel when I finally get you alone.”

She takes a deep breath to steady herself as the speakers finish. She stands quickly, grabbing her boyfriend’s hand. Macklin stands up, his heart thumping at her quick movements. He interlocks their fingers and follows her, his eyes never leaving her form. He was desperate and impatient, as he knew how the rest of the night would go. He would have her, over and over until he was breathless. They make their way out of the ballroom and to the elevators, Macklin still holding her hand as they wait. He can feel the tension between them growing with each passing moment, and he knows they’re both eager to be alone. The elevator finally arrives and they step inside, the doors closing behind them. She gasps softly as he has her pinned immediately. His mouth crashes to hers in a way that can only be described as desperate, and she kisses him back with just as much fervor. Macklin presses her against the wall, pinning her body between the cool surface and his warm frame. He kisses her hard, his hands roaming over her curves, desperate to touch her everywhere. He can feel her trembling beneath him, her body responding to his touch as if it was made for him. He nips and sucks at her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. “Mack”, she says, her voice already wrecked even though they haven’t done anything. Her eyes flick to the numbers above the door, steadily rising until they reach the floor they’re staying on. Macklin responds with a low hum, still kissing and biting her neck, his hands gripping her hips. He can feel her shaking, the way she clenches her thighs together, and it drives him wild. He presses himself closer to her, his body tight against hers, and she can feel the length of him pressed against her thigh.

The elevator slows to a stop, and the doors open slowly. He detaches himself from her neck, his eyes dark and clouded with desire. "Come on" he says, his voice gruff as he grabs her hand. They move quickly down the hall, almost sprinting towards their hotel room. She fishes the key card out of her small purse, her hands shaking as she tries to unlock the door. Macklin is pressed up behind her, his hand on her hip, his breath hot against her ear. “Hurry up", he growls. She tries, but the feeling of him behind her, mouth pressed to the side of her neck as he sucks brutally on her pulse point makes her hands shake as she fumbles with the card. Macklin's arms wrap around her waist, his chest against her back as he presses her into the door. "I need you," he whispers, his lips traveling down her neck. "I need you now." His hands roam over her body, sliding under her dress and up her thighs. When she finally gets the door open, they stumble inside and she’s turned around and attacking his mouth with her own almost instantly. Macklin pushes the door shut behind them, not taking his lips from hers. He backs her up against the wall, his body pressing hers into it. He hikes up her dress, his hands roaming over her bare thighs, as he kisses her hungrily, desperate for her taste. His hands trail higher up her thighs, fingers tracing over the edge of her panties. He moves his mouth from her lips and kisses her neck, her collarbone, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. "You look so good in this dress," he says, his voice low, "but I think I need to get you out of it.”

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a/n; uhhhhh hi guys… this is definitely… different… idk let me know how i did. it may not be the best because i just haven’t been feeling writing lately, but i promised you guys this one, and then i’ll probably write the Country boy!Mack prompt i came up with because i do actually want to write that one. once again, like all my other works, this is most definitely based off a c.ai chat 💔 i just find it makes it easier for me to come up with stuff and scenarios that way! Requests are always open! Love you thank you for your support!

this is what i kind of pictured the dress to look like!

#Spotify #hockey x reader #macklin celebrini #x reader #macklin celebrini x reader #macklin celebrini imagine #worst way riley green #hockey players with country music is my specialty #will smith hockey #will smith hockey x reader

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theotherrookie · 2 days ago

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"Yeah, never trust the guy who's trying to eat you. He might know reverse psychology." Erica always had her way to blur the distinction between jokes and whenever she was being completely serious.

Willow dragged the chair over, careful not to touch any of the spots that Five was more likely to have touched directly.

"This will burn nicely." She proceeded to take off her gloves and tossed them on the seat. Her hands were going to be the least outrageous detail against armor and animal features.

"It was a long fight. Five has way too much time to waste thinking of new tricks." Erica said, "And they didn't even help him in the end!"

"All he really achieved was making things harder for himself as we learned some new tricks of our own." Lucien added, "While I appreciate the kind words, Russell, I believe defining my time as a hunter as a failure is most appropriate. What I was trying to do was wrong and unlike Five, I can recognize my faults."

Other than that, he was absolutely fabulous.

Erica tilted her head. "You're looking for 900 pinecones? Then you're not going to need that banana in your pocket."

"Wait until he checks his bag." Lucien told her with a smirk.

Rook chuckled as she pointed at the strange lightning storm happening in the distance.

"Do you like it? It's our special hotline." Her expression quickly shifted as a thought occurred to her, "I wonder if we could make some code for this. I'll have to ask the others what they think. There's a chance the Roche have already built something we can use."

Despite Five's accusations, Rook clearly spoke fondly of her fellow mages and still worked hard to fill the position she was given in their team. Nobody minded if they started off as a joke when she clearly cared for all of them.

Rook kept her wings firmly pressed against her back as they descended. Truth be told, she couldn't wait to get out of her armor and into something more comfortable, but she couldn't pass on the chance of parading around pretending to be a cosplayer.

"It'll be nice but I think what we need is some regular free time now." she replied, "You know, just hanging out at the club, some more rehearsals, maybe a trip or two. We've been in survival mode for a while and we need to do some things just for the fun of it."

She was starting to like that method of travel. Still, Rook was glad to get back on the ground.

"I will leave a good review. Let's see what the others have found."

She could already tell there was a certain chair waiting to be set ablaze.

Veronica smiled fondly. "She's a stubborn one, isn't she? Quite a few of us wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for her."

She wouldn't, for certain. Only Rook could have moved to the other side of the world and devote herself to finding a way to at least see her one last time. Lucien was another who could attest to Rook's determination.

It was a shame Five wasn't going to do it even if it killed him. They could have done with his family ceasing to be so annoying.

"Perhaps you could wear it again for a few sparring sessions. The novices could all use some extra training."

It was better than learning on the field while having to fight for their lives.

"I really thought I was done when I found myself with three extra daughters." Veronica mused, "And I suppose I'll go back to having very little to do for most of the day. Though I could double as something of a phantom at the opera, if you don’t mind having a few familiar faces in the audience."

She would have enjoyed the diversion. Veronica shifted her attention to Erica as she ran over to them.

"You found him!" She proceeded to poke Frosty's cheek, "I guess he felt like taking a nap somewhere else. Can we go now?"

"Those vampires must have been Italians."

The thought was fascinating, but Erica still preferred Bill to many other undeads she had met. He was nicer and had cool shadow powers.

She too was content with the trashing being over for now. The nice thing about sending stuff to the void was that it could be done quietly.

Erica waited for Willow to check the data coming from the drone before going off to retrieve Five's favorite chair. "Are we sure there's no bloodsucking singing plant around here?"

"Well, that would be a plant I wouldn't mind seeing turned to ash." Lucien mused, "Oh, I was just trying to make myself useful. I realized one of the reasons behind my failure was my training not really contemplating direct confrontations."

He then reached to pat Russell's shoulder, "So I learned from the best."

"Well, except the part where you give everybody a good scare!" Erica barged in on what could have otherwise been another tender moment to look Russell over, "You've gotta be careful when you die now. You're gonna give people a big scare like I did with Travis."

"Give him some credit, Erica." Willow said.

"Yeah, I'm giving him credit that he's going to be careful about not dying on people."

A repeat of the accident from earlier was a given with Russell's altruistic tendencies. The best Erica could do was offer her experience on how not scare people to death.

Lucien didn't seem to agree with her intentions as he rolled his eyes. "They look different but they're all as gentle as a brick to the face."

The fiery bird was a more refined alternative to what was for all intents and purposes a giant middle finger from Rook to Five, her father and everybody who wanted for whatever reason to tear them apart. The choice had fallen on the former simply because she wasn't alone.

Rook was about to thank Bill for the compliments when the clouds in the distance parted and lighting stretched from the buildings towards the sky. News of their victory had been received.

"Well, it won't stop idiots from trying anyway, but we're in for a big party."

Though a nice long nap was in order. Rook was already pondering taking her deck chair to the roof when she moved to start heading back down.

"Let's get going. I can't wait to see the moment Lucien will start regretting shooting lasers around." Rook replied with a grin, "It's always like that after the first fight and I won't let him hear the end of it."

Veronica couldn't help smiling fondly.

"I'm so proud of my daughter." She even managed to mark the building without the roof collapsing under her feet.

"And for being so heroic." she added, "And while we're on the topic, you look fabulous, Leofric! It simply bears repeating."

Now that it was over, she too was allowed to have a little fun. Veronica's delight only increased as she observed the way Antonio's ear flicked back into place.

"Chick never lets me bring strays home then she adopts the king of cats." the ghost lady shrugged dramatically, before smiling, "But I'm glad you turned out to be as much of a softie. The stories I heard didn't do you justice."

She needed to keep herself in the loop more. The ghost lady kept an eye on the sleeping Frosty as they prepared to rejoin the others.

"It has been difficult, but they're fighters and have each other. The best we can do now for them is to keep moving forward and get on with all those nice projects you have talked about these past few weeks."

That would really make it worth it.

#pushspacetocontinue #scholar of flames - Rook #chber core - Willow #elf in training - Erica #hunter hunter - Lucien #ardens medica - Veronica

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ilikekidsshows · 3 days ago

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Something that really annoys me about Adrien salters is them going on and on about Adrien being irresponsible and messing up and how that means he doesn't "deserve" to get more responsibility, or know shit or even that he should have had his miraculous taken away.

Like, I'll grant that that if you look at how Adrien is written canonically and compares him to an objective standard of what makes a good hero that he wouldn't pass. But then Marinette wouldn't either. She would fail way worse than him and that's even before all thr bullshit she pulled in s4-s6.

Yet Maribug gets all the praise, the power, knowledge and authority. She's described as the greatest ladybug ever. While Adrien, her supposedly "equal partner" get shafted and thrown to the sidelines and mistreated, often by Maribug herself!

Neither of them, as written by canon, really make for good heroes compared to other heroes in other media (in large part because the writing barely lets them learn and grow). But saying that Adrien specifically doesn't deserve to be a hero while acting like Marinette is perfectly fine and there's no issue with how she failed upwards into so much power and responsibility is so insane and clearly biased.

Also, hot take but Adrien was perfetly justified in his actions in Syren. He wasn't "throwing a tantrum while people were drowning". He was trying to force answers about what the hell was going on from the only person he could while there was literally nothing he could do to stop the akuma. They already tried to fight the akuma and failed! Ladybug fucked off for someplace he had no clue about, for reasons he wasn't told (other than she's going to get help). He'd been waiting for a while now while she went to talk to master Fu, talk to him and have Fu get back to him. As far as he knew (going off previous precedent) Ladybug would show up with a new fish heroes with some kind of underwater powers who would defeat the akuma single handedly.

If he wasn't threatening Plagg with quitting (and I tend to believe it was more a threat to try and get Plagg to talk rather than a true attempt to quit considering that's literally how he used it as) then he still couldn't do anything to help the drowning people. He couldn't even prepare something and use the time effectively while Ladybug was gone because he knew fuck all about when she would be back and what help would she bring which was the problem he was trying to fix.

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If Miraculous was an actual teen hero show that followed the structure of a teen hero show, Adrien would be a fine hero. The point of teen heroes is that they start off not fully grasping the responsibility they have and then grow into it with time. Frankly, looking at the examples of irresponsibility on Adrien’s track record, it’s nothing out of the ordinary or anything career-breaking. Hell, the stuff Marinette has done mostly includes stuff done by other superheroes.

The difference is how they react when they’re proven to have done something irresponsible. Adrien, every single time, takes responsibility for his own actions and makes amends. The whole doormat hypeman act he has going on in season 6 is specifically because he’s taken responsibility for the supposed crime of not supporting Ladybug enough. As for him giving up his Miraculous and “threatening to quit”, I will die on the hill that every time he gave up his Miraculous, it was done with good reason and in the most secure way he could while still following the secret identity rule that he knows is strictly enforced with him.

Marinette will self-flagellate and therefore accept responsibility on paper, but she doesn’t make amends. She doesn’t do anything differently with the people she’s failed even after admitting she’s failed them. She shouldn’t have lied to Cat Noir, gonna lie to him some more. She shouldn't stalk Adrien, gonna stalk any girl he talks to. Should treat Adrien as a person, gonna deny him the right to protect his free will and gaslight him about his dad. Marinette might say she accepts responsibility, but she keeps doing the same things to the same people, sometimes she does worse.

In comparison to Marinette, Adrien is a true hero. Almost anyone else who takes up a Miraculous to help others is more of a hero than Marinette. No one but Marinette needs to be told they’re the bestest, most specialest Miraculous holder to ever exist before they stop pouting at the idea of there being other holders before them. No other character is that petulant and insecure about the very idea of someone else holding the same powers as Marinette was in ‘The Pharaoh’.

It perfectly encapsulates how the writers feel about their protagonist. They’re so insecure, they have to make all the characters tell the audience that Marinette is the best, they have to keep diminishing the roles of cool characters to lessen there being any competition, and they can’t stand the idea of an episode prioritizing someone other than Marinette. Amphibia made an episode where Anne and Sprig were a throwaway gag about how they weren’t in the episode and it still felt so much like an Amphibia episode that I hadn’t even thought about how the main characters hadn’t shown up until then. The one time Miraculous tried something like that, it was a special flip episode of what other characters were doing during ‘Truth’. They made a huge deal about this being an Adrien-focused episode and, frankly, they didn’t really have him do anything interesting in it, showcasing their lack of interest in Adrien’s character (or any character other than Marinette and their precious prequel cast).

Also, this reminds me of the one thing everyone rags on and on about whenever the topic of solo heroing comes up is how Marinette has the Miraculous Ladybug healing ability, like that somehow grants Marinette inherent aptitude to heroics, and how Adrien should be Mister Bug if he was to become a solo hero. But here’s the real kicker: Marinette is the only superhero whose series I’ve watched or read who needs a magical cure-all to save the day from their own collateral damage. Like, her superpowers literally include the ability to dodge consequences for her choices. Marinette is only focused on winning, so of course she needs a superpower to make the collateral damage go away.

Meanwhile, Adrien has the literal power of destruction and is still so calculating and controlled in what he destroys in order to get the edge against an enemy. He’s the one concerned for the well-being of victims outside of merely saving the day. He argues in favor of defending Chloé, when Marinette actively abandons her to whatever Illustrator wants to do to her. He questions if there could be a morally right reason to use the wish, before deciding that "no". He’s the one who says that Bob Roth suffering no consequences for continuously screwing people over with his power and prestige is wrong, even as he also agrees that they still have to protect him from the consequences of his actions (note that the Akumas after him don’t want to harm him and always have mostly harmless powers unless you’re Bob Roth). Chloé has survived being humiliated by the Akumas she caused before is all I’m saying (but I’ll add that this show’s apologia of rich CEOs started early). The point is that Adrien actually gives consideration to what his moral duties as a hero are and what kind of hero he wants to be, Marinette does whatever she wants that’s easiest for her and then magics the damage away.

Adrien is a leagues better hero than Marinette is. I’d even go far as to say that Adrien is a good hero, period, he’s just stuck in a series where that doesn’t mean anything.

#ml critical #ml salt #dats chats

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mei-mei-fics · 19 hours ago

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Your Friendly Next-Door Firefighter

pairing: firefighter!johnny suh x afab!reader

synopsis: your new neighbor was the hottest man you’d ever seen. after a fateful encounter where he saved your life, you decided to go on a date with him to pay him back.

genre: smut + fluff with a pinch of angst

warnings: swearing, fire encounters, mentions of tragic stories, heavy smut, (mainly vanilla sex,) nothing out of the ordinary.

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The day was beautiful. The sun was beaming and a soft breeze filled the skies on a warm spring day. You were sitting outside on the balcony of your studio apartment on the 7th floor of your apartment building.

Reading a book and sipping away at your drink, basking in the beauty of the sun. It was early afternoon and you were free of work today at your law firm apprenticeship. Thankfully, your lease agreement was manageable, and the rent on this side of town was cheaper than anywhere else in the city you could live.

A pungent smell filled your nostrils as you turned your head to the side and saw your elderly neighbor puffing away at a cigarette. You usually minded your business, not really caring too much about a smoker. But it was killing your vibe, especially today when sitting outside was the only fun thing you wanted to do.

Deciding not to be an inconvenient neighbor, you placed your bookmark in your pages and began to rise from your chair, when you heard a soft yet stern voice fill your ear.

“Excuse me,” rang in your ear as your head turned to match the voice to the face.

Your elderly neighbor looked in your direction, yet right past you. “What do you want kid?” the elder man asked cockily, cigarette still in hand.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you turned your head to follow the direction, only to be met with the most strikingly handsome man you’ve ever seen.

He was tall, as fuck. Buff, as fuck. His skin was glowing, his hair was thick and dark. He wore a blue compression shirt and his uniform pants and boots. Your incredibly hot neighbor also was a firefighter. God if that wasn’t the hottest thing ever for you, you didn’t know what was.

The firefighter giggled looking directly at the older man. “I think you’re disrupting our neighbor's peace, I’m sure she didn’t want to enjoy her time in the sun with your cig ashes blowing everywhere,” he pointed out as the man was smoking without an ashtray.

“I’m not an expert, but I’m pretty sure flicking ashes off your balcony isn’t the safest thing either. Right Miss?” he asked as his head cocked over to your direction, looking for your agreeance.

Your eyes widened a bit as you held your items close to your chest. Your mouth opened ajar to try and speak as you stammered out your sentences. “Hm? Well I mean, I don’t think it’s safe but it’s fine, I can just go inside no big deal,” you sheepishly replied as you turned towards the screen door to your space.

“Hey hey, okay fine whatever,” the older man scoffed as he threw the half-lit cigarette over the balcony, groaning and rolling his eyes at your handsome neighbor. He reluctantly went back inside to his own space. “Fucking kids,” he spat out before closing his door.

You were now awkwardly left outside with your next-door neighbor, leaning over the railing of his balcony. “Thank you, but that really wasn’t necessary,” you softly spoke to the man as you stepped back over to your chair.

The man shook his head over at you. “He was being an asshole for not considering those around him,” he shrugged as he stared over at your now resting figure. “Plus, everyone knows smoking over a balcony is dangerous. He’s too old to be smoking anyways,” he chuckled off.

You joined in with a small laugh and opened your book again. “Uhm, sorry I’m Y/n. What’s your name?” you politely asked the stranger.

He smiled kindly, “My name is Johnny, I actually just moved in about 2 weeks ago,” he introduced himself with a small wave. “I would properly shake your hand but you know,” he awkwardly pointed out the distance between you both.

You smiled back nodding your head and acknowledging his words. “Yeah, I knew you had to be new, I definitely would’ve noticed you sooner,” you shyly admitted as you dug your nose back into your book.

The man chuckled lightly to himself. He dug his hands in his pockets, swaying a bit with the breeze as he analyzed you. Your soft features glow in the sunlight. You were undoubtedly beautiful to him.

“Well, I should be the one to admit that I’ve noticed you since I moved in, “ he confessed matter of factly. “You’re not hard to miss, easily the prettiest girl I’ve seen in a long time,” he graced with a warm assuring smile.

You nodded along with his words returning a bright smile as your cheeks flushed a faint shade of red. “Thank you, Johnny,” you said as you began to eye his uniform. “Uhm, so you’re a firefighter?” you asked curiously as you pointed out his uniform.

He nodded at your gesture. “Yeah, right up the street actually, I have work in about 30 or so,” Johnny responded as he pointed his head in the direction of the fire department.

You nodded along to his words. “Oh well, I guess I should let you get going hm?” you asked rhetorically. “It was wonderful to meet you though, would love to see you again soon,” you politely bid goodbye with a small wave.

Johnny’s smile never faltered at your kind action, waving as well as he began to walk into the space of his apartment. “I’ll definitely see you again Ms. Y/n,” he assured to as he entered inside.

A relaxing sigh escaped from you once you were sure of him being safe inside his apartment. Your day continued, even though he never left your mind. He noticed you, let alone noticed you first. A guy as handsome and polite came around very rarely, especially in your life.

You didn’t have the easiest time with picking men like Johnny. If you ever got the chance, you knew you couldn’t let him slip away.

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The next few days went along as usual. Working your apprenticeship at a law firm, coming home after horrible traffic, and winding down with TV and dinner. However, in the past few days, you’ve noticed Johnny more.

In the elevator, you’d see him enter as you exited, or vice versa. He was even taller when you were next to each other, he hovered over you during every small conversation you two had.

He would talk about his job humbly, surprisingly there weren’t many calls in the area. As if everyone was responsible when it came to fire scenarios. Today, you were unfortunately the individual in such a scenario.

You were cooking, you always cooked. Your gas stove was giving you issues tonight, yet all you wanted to make was some pasta. For whatever reason, the flame on your stove wouldn’t catch on fire. You also already had a pot filled with salty water ready to boil.

“Ugh! Come on, fuck,” you cursed to yourself, twisting the knob to your stove to light. You frustratingly twisted the knob multiple times until a flame finally erupted around the pot, causing you to be startled. Startled enough to knock over your pot of water into the flames, an eruption escalated over your stove.

You panicked. The flames engulf your pot, yet do not spread. You couldn’t think, smoke arrived in your small kitchen as you watched the bright light take over.

You screamed and wailed helplessly, not even being able to process what to do. Fortunately, you had a firefighter right next door.

You slipped on your slippers as quickly as you could, running to the door next to you banging rapidly on it.

“Johnny!” you wailed out, looking around for any signs of the fire spreading. “It’s Y/n! I really need your help right now please-“ you rambled out before you were caught off guard by the door swinging open.

Johnny in all his glory stood about in his black-white beater with sweats and sandals on, looking with furrowed brows at your frantic behavior. His hands softly met yours, holding them warmly as he met your gaze trying to calm you down.

“Breathe Y/n, what’s wrong are you okay?” he asked softly as his hands reached to your rising shoulders.

You were breathless and frantic trying to explain to him the situation that was taking place. “Please, my stove is on fire and I don’t know what to do!” you screamed as tears began to stream down your frazzled eyes.

Johnny took a deep breath and nodded understandably. “Do you have baking soda?” he asked almost too coolly. You confusedly nodded your head.

“Where is it? Is it a lot?” he continued asking you, holding your arms a bit tighter. “Under the sink, and yeah it’s a pound bag,” you responded a bit more slowly. “What does-“You were caught off guard once again by his voice.

“Stay here,” he instructed as he ran into your apartment.

You stood in his doorway confused and attempting to catch your breath. You were so stupid. How could you be dumb enough to allow your apartment to almost catch on fire?

Johnny came into your kitchen to see the fire surprisingly smaller than he anticipated. He carefully entered the space, looking under your sink for the said baking soda. Once he grabbed the bag, he opened it as quickly as he could before throwing the contents over the flames.

Repeating this step, the fire was completely put out. He sighed in relief, before cleaning away the baking soda and emptying your pot into the sink.

After a few minutes passed, Johnny met you back in his doorway. “It’s okay Y/n, your stove is fine. Next time a small fire like that happens, just pour baking soda over it,” he lectured as he walked back to your shaken frame.

You sniffled and wiped your tears away embarrassedly, reluctant to meet his gaze. “I’m so sorry, that was so stupid of me,” you apologized to him meekly.

Johnny chuckled a bit under his breath before extending his hand to rest on your shoulder. “Y/n don’t apologize, it happens to the best of us. I’m just glad I was able to help and you’re safe,” he assured before he gripped his cell phone out of his pocket.

He handed it to you with the contact application open, displaying the dial pad. “Here, put your number in. In case you ever need me again or need to talk, I’m here for you,” he requested giving you a gentle smile.

You nodded without a second thought. Take the device, enter the digits, and save the contact as your name. You handed back his phone with a coy smile. “I don’t know how to thank you, Johnny, I owe you one,” you expressed solemnly.

The taller man’s head sparked an idea almost instantly at your remark, the sheepish smile plastered across his face at the thought.

“I’d love to take you out Y/n, I’d love to know more about you if that’s okay with you?” he asked steadily even though his heart felt like it was ready to jump out of his chest.

And so did yours.

You looked in disbelief at his request, yet couldn’t deny the excitement pooling inside of you.

“Oh god, of course, I’d love to go on a date with you,” you, almost too excitedly assured him.

Johnny released a relaxed sigh. “Thank god, I was nervous you didn’t want to for a second,” he expressed as he teasingly held his hand over his heart, erupting a laugh from you.

“How could I say no? You saved my apartment and you’re so handsome, I love my friendly, next-door firefighter,” you giggled placing a warm hand on his broad shoulder.

Johnny’s smile grew even wider at your words. That’s when another one of his ideas struck him, he silently prayed he could be lucky enough to get you on board.

“You know, the fire department loves it when we bring visitors and family or friends out to see our work,” he began as his eyes carefully locked into yours. “I think it would be amazing if you came and I gave you a tour, we could get something to eat afterward?” he added.

You didn’t need to think twice, obviously agreeing with his point and planning out the details of your future date.

“It’s getting late Johnny,” you concluded as you checked the time on your phone. “I’ll go to bed now but, thank you again. Text me tomorrow okay?” you bid as you turned to face the direction of your apartment.

Johnny nodded with a coy smile, eyes never leaving your frame to make sure you safely made it inside. “Goodnight Y/n,” he wished as he opened the door to his place, one foot inside.

“Goodnight Johnny,”

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What did someone wear on a date to the fire department?!

A pair of jeans and a T-shirt are entirely too casual. It was still a date, you needed to look hot at least to some degree.

Maybe a sundress? Too provocative to wear around his coworkers in your humblest opinion, save it for a future occasion.

You cursed frustratingly to yourself as you rummaged through various items in your closet. Your attempt to find an appropriate, yet jaw-dropping outfit for your date with the hottest man in your apartment complex was almost impossible. To make matters worse, he texted you he’d be ready in 30 minutes, 45 minutes ago.

Noticing the time, you settled on a blouse with thin straps, yet a muted pink color, and some of your favorite blue jeans that were fitted to your liking. Thankfully you made a pedicure appointment not too long ago, brave enough to wear a pair of white sandals and jewelry that complimented the outfit.

Your hair was styled perfectly, not a hair out of place as you managed to put enough hair spray to keep down those fly-aways.

A gentle knock was placed against your apartment door. You took in a deep breath knowing exactly who would it be.

You braced yourself before collecting your purse and your phone, briskly jogging to the door and opening it after rubbing your sweaty palms against your clothing.

There in the doorway stood your handsome neighbor, adorned in his navy uniform shirt as well as his cargo pants and heavy-duty boots. God, who knew that this would be one of the perks of dating a firefighter? His uniform only made him hotter.

“Hello, beautiful,” he greeted with his signature smile, lips pursing as he respectfully sized you up and down. “Your outfit, it’s very pretty on you,” he complimented as he took your hand to spin you around, getting a full view of you.

Your cheeks flushed in response, and you rolled your eyes ever so teasingly at his actions as you ended the spin, hand still in his. “Thank you, Mr. Johnny,” you giggled as you stepped outside the door, locking it behind you. “Are you ready to show me around the department?” you asked with a bubbly tone.

Johnny couldn’t stop smiling if he wanted to. You were adorable. Perfect to him. You hadn’t left his mind since the day he moved in and saw you exit the elevator, yet here he was. Taking you to see his work, the career he was most proud of. The career you had an interest in seeing, even if it was just to make him happy before your real date.

“Of course love,” he acknowledged as he walked you two to the elevator.

The elevator ride was made up of mere small talk, he made some conversation about your apprenticeship and how you just finished law school.

You were smart, and Johnny noticed it in you. One of the reasons he was enamored with you. He noticed you from time to time, coming home from work or leaving the apartment in your business apparel. The heels, the pencil skirts, the blouses. He acknowledged every aspect of you, reading you as if you were a book he desperately wanted to dig into.

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The drive to the department was short since it was the neighborhood fire department. Johnny parked in the lot adjacent to the area, exiting swiftly to come around the side to open your door and hold your hand to walk you inside.

“Thank you,” you expressed as your fingers interlaced with his. “You’re welcome love,” he graced sweetly. The sweet beam graced your face as he locked his car, leading you to the entrance of the garage where the fire truck was parked.

Leaning by the truck were two men whose eyes caught a hold of you, then back to Johnny with a broad smirk. The shortest of the three came over to pat Johnny on the shoulder. “What’s up bro, good to see you,” he greeted Johnny as his eyes met yours. “And who’d you bring here today?” he asked curiously yet politely.

Johnny’s cheeks flushed as he returned the shy yet wide grin. “Sup dude, this is Y/n. Y/n, this is my buddy, Mark,” Johnny gestured between the two of you. Mark extended his hand out to shake yours, just as the other man came around to his side and waved to you as well.

You shook Mark’s hand, smiling at him gently. “Nice to meet you,” you greeted. Your hands maneuvered over to the man next to him. “Hi, I’m Y/n,” you introduced as you shook the taller guy‘s hand.

“Jaehyun, nice to meet you,” he smiled respectfully shaking your hands as well, his dimples on full display.

The men had small talk, not excluding you from the conversation of course. But you kept your speaking to a minimum, not understanding much of the “firemen” lingo.

“Actually, I was here today to show Y/n around you know, let her get a glimpse of my work,” Johnny stated to the guys, causing your head to tilt over in his direction with a sheepish look.

“She’s my neighbor but, I’m trying to get out of that title,” he only half-joked, grasping your hand in his once more giving you the sweetest smile. His eyes are completely infatuated with yours.

The men nodded understandably, however failing to mute the smirks that they passed among each other. “Well, we’ll let you two enjoy your tour, glad to see you, John,” Jaehyun spoke up once more before patting Johnny’s back as he and Mark exited. “Nice meeting you Y/n!” Mark exclaimed following behind the older man.

You waved kindly behind you before looking back at Johnny. “They’re nice,” you remarked. Johnny playfully rolled his eyes as he led you inside the firehouse. “They’re dorks, but they’re my best friends. I don’t know why they were playing like they didn’t know you were coming today,” he confessed as you guys stepped inside the corridor.

They knew you were coming? That meant, Johnny spoke of you to his coworkers. Not even just his coworkers, but his best friends. Y/n, weren’t you the luckiest girl alive?

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Your visit to the department was lovely. Johnny went into detail about all the protocols, tools, and training they dealt with in the department. He even showed you photos of him and his staff from their training days.

He took you down the basics of his training, telling you a few stories as well about his rescues.

“One time,” Johnny spoke as his hands were on the wheel facing the road. He was taking you two out of a restaurant of your choice, just for a casual lunch. Your head turned and faced his direction, acknowledging his words as he spoke about his endeavors.

“This woman’s smoke alarm battery was completely dead. Hadn’t changed it since she first moved into her home,” he solemnly told the story. “She fell asleep while making dinner, leaving the food in the oven. The house was smoked and foggy, that she almost suffocated from the ashes,” he told the story, remembering it like it was yesterday.

“It was my first-ever rescue, I was so young fresh out of the academy, I was petrified you know. She was an elderly woman. Thankfully, Jaehyun and I were able to get there quickly enough and safely got her to escape,” Johnny continued saying as a small grin tugged his lips. The memories, the lessons he learned from his job. He would be lying if he said he didn’t want to quit at first, but the outcome of saving others was worth it.

You sighed as he continued with his story, feeling a mix of heartbreak for Johnny. But, it opened your eyes to how truly amazing he is. Brave. One of the bravest professions someone could pull, he was humble. But he had every right to be proud of himself. He was selfless.

“God, Johnny wow,” you huffed out. Your eyes softened at his story, your mind making out the scenario as you put yourself in Johnny’s shoes.

“Her house, how bad was the damage?” you asked, thinking about the moment that happened to you only a few days ago. The amount of fear that fueled you, you could only imagine how horrid the situation was.

Johnny’s lips pursed into a straight line. His eyes sadly faltered as the memory flooded his mind. “It was almost impossible to get inside, thankfully her room was near the exit but, her entire bottom floor was burned down. She went to live with her kids and grandkids,” Johnny informed steadily, attempting to mask the pain in his voice.

You nodded along at his words, mind trailing back to the memory earlier this week. “You’re so incredibly brave. Your job is so important,” you began with your praise of him.

A soft chuckle erupted from him as he shook his head humbly, denying your claims. “No Y/n, I’m not as brave as I make out. I love my job, it is important. But, I’m lucky I get to maintain it,” Johnny humbly explained to you.

You shook your head in disbelief. “Oh Johnny, please. You rushed into my apartment without any gear, you’ve saved an old lady from burning to a crisp, you put out forest fires, you help teach people, even grown adults like me how to be safe,” you ranted rolling your eyes at how he discredited himself.

“At least to me,” your voice softened as your gaze faltered down, looking outside your passenger window meekly. “You’re amazing okay? The bravest man I’ve met, and I’m glad I get to go on a date with you and understand your job. It’s beautiful the work you do, please don’t disrespect yourself by ignoring your worth,” you ordered of him. It was genuine, the words, the feelings, everything you said.

You somehow didn’t notice that you were pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant you both agreed upon, however, he parked behind the building. Secluded behind trees and a multitude of other cars.

Once Johnny was securely parked, his entire expression was soft. His eyes looked for something in yours, they were locked. They glistened with a sense of hope, and his hands met over your clothed thigh resting gently upon it. “Do you really mean that Y/n?” Johnny asked quietly, gripping your thigh gently.

A pool of emotions flooded your nervous system. The touch was gentle yet intimate. His stare was hard. But it wasn’t intimidating, but it was undoubtedly lustful. You nodded slowly. “I mean it. I swear,” you whispered out, your eyes faltered to his lips.

Johnny noticed it. How could he not? His eyes never left yours, except to look at your lips of course. His hands cascaded your warm cheek as his thumb made its way to strum your bottom lip. His touch was featherlight, yet it was enough to get you wet on impact.

“I’m gonna kiss you now Y/n,” he informed barely above a whisper. “Is that alright?” he questioned blinking slowly, his breath becoming a bit unsteady as his heartbeat picked up.

You didn’t think twice. “Of course Johnny,” you allowed. Not even a moment after, the rush that took over Johnny quickly met your mouth. Your lips smacked against each other, and lewd and wet sounds filled the car.

Low hums escaped from Johnny as the kiss deepened, his hand pulling you by the nape to close the small space that was between you two. The kiss was heavenly, you couldn’t escape the pleasure overriding you. Neither could he.

You were always enticing to him, even though the time spent between you was minimal, it was more than enough for you and him. Neither one of you could

deny that you wanted this to happen. After a few moments, the hot kiss slowed down. Johnny pulled away from you slightly to catch his breath as his eyes remained on yours.

“Should we stop?” he asked quietly, his breath hitching the second you shook your head. “I don’t want to,” you admitted surely. It was genuine. You didn’t want to, how could you? Everything about him was addictive and you needed everything from him.

Johnny nodded along with your approval. “Get in the back seat,” he instructed sternly. Your face stayed steady, but your heartbeat quickened immediately at his words. You were nervous, but not scared. You nodded your head and turned to the side unlocking your door, going to the back side of the car, and getting in.

Johnny pulled his seat up all the way, struggling to get out a bit before going into the back seat, sitting in the now open space.

His eyes remained on yours heavily, flooded with desire. Your eyes reciprocated the look, mixing with hints of lust. You slowly propped yourself on your knees in the back seat, leaning over to his face to kiss him once more.

“Sit on my lap,” he pled. Your eyes glanced down at his lap, noticing a bulge threatening to peak out from his tan cargo pants. You couldn’t help but bite your lip at the sight. You head over to his frame, straddling his lap as your hands cupped his warm face.

“Like this?” you asked teasingly, a smirk threatening to creep across your face. Johnny released a low groan once he felt your warmth grace his sensitive area. He shifted into position, holding your hips tightly preventing you from moving too much.

“Amazing,” he whispers before his lips meet your collarbone. Soft kisses touched your skin, ejecting light moans from you and filling Johnny’s ears. Your hips instinctively grind against his lap, his stiffness piling at your core.

Groans escaped Johnny’s mouth, his warm breath hit your skin and arose goosebumps everywhere. The soft actions only cause you to become wetter and desperate for his touch. You whined in his ear incoherently, begging for his touch.

Johnny couldn’t help but smirk at your whines, his hand met your clothed sex toying amongst the denim of your jeans. A high-pitched moan left you, you desperately rutted against his large hand, needing to feel the friction against your clit. Your sounds were pure music to Johnny’s ears, as much as he knew you wanted to feel him, he couldn’t just yet. Not without completely teasing you to your breaking point.

Your eyes were squeezed shut, but he was sewn onto you. Eyeing every expression you made, every furrow of your brow, watching every whine escape your pretty swollen lips from his kiss. “You’re so desperate,” he pointed out smirking against your lips, brushing against yours with every word.

“So pretty, let me hear,” he asked as your head dipped into his collarbone, filling his skin with muffled whines as he palmed against your pussy. “So-“ you stammered out praises. “So, good. So good Johnny, please touch me,” you begged out for the firefighter.

He obliged, unbuttoning your jeans and signaling you to slip out of the fabrics preventing his hands. “How could I say no when you beg so prettily?” he graced as he watched you pull off your denim, taking along the panties you wore as well.

Exposing your bare pussy for him. You were soaking for him, immediately dampening his cargo the second you sat back down on his lap. He hissed at the impact and held you closer, pulling you into a deep kiss once more, engaging fully in you.

His hand slipped into your folds, he hummed at the intoxicating feeling of your wetness. His fingers explored your sex, fingers finding their way inside you penetrating.

You could hold back the moans that filled the car, your clit humped against his palm as you threw your head back at the feeling. Your sex coated his fingers, your hands gripping his shoulders as your face tensed from the intense feelings you were experiencing.

His face was calm and collected, lips tugged between his teeth as didn’t take his eyes off your expression. “So beautiful,” he whispered. “You’re so wet, I could take you right now,” he stated as he watched you cry out curses.

You could hardly speak to him, his long thick fingers caressing your insides made it difficult to focus on anything other than him. “Could you?” you asked quietly, eyes fluttering trying to see his expression. The grin on his face told it all.

He nodded again, pulling his fingers out to press them against your lips. Signaling you to suck away your own juices. You looked coy at the explicit action but did as he wished. Your tongue swirled away at the pads of his fingers, holding his wrist to gag yourself with his hands. You hummed against his digits, sucking away all of the sweetness that coated him.

“That’s a good girl,” Johnny cooed watching you intensively as you performed. His cock was pulsating, achingly wanting to take you right there in the car. Just like you so desperately desired.

“Take off my pants baby,” he said looking at you softly as he retreated his hand from your grasp. He trailed his hand over your chest, gripping at your breast.

You hissed at the feeling but remained focused on the moment. He was going to fuck you, at least that’s what you thought. You lifted yourself off his lap, unzipping his heavy cargo pants, and pulled them down to his ankles, taking his black Calvin briefs down with them.

His cock sprung up on queue, leaking with pre-cum. Flushed red. He was thick, just how you expected, but you didn’t expect how long he was, it was intimidating.

He caught you staring and chuckled. He gripped his length and strummed at it jerking himself off in front of you. “You scared?” he teased noticing your shocked and reluctant expression.

You shook your head. “You’re just bigger than I thought,” you shyly admitted, eyes clocking back and forth from his face to his tip. His cock was pretty, it was weird to admit but it was. It was perfect.

“Let me suck you off,” you asked as you bowed your head, arching your back and kneeling towards his cock. You took the warm member in your hand, stroking it for him.

Johnny’s hand instinctively found your nape, strumming at it lightly until you were ready to take him. Deep and dragged groans exude from his throat. He kept his eyes glued to the sight of you teasing his shaft. He twitched at your movements uncontrollably, you had him wrapped around your finger, figuratively and physically.

He thrusted into your palm trying to control his instincts. “Y/n,” he softly exclaimed. He was already near his breaking point, it was too much feeling your hand alone. He swiftly pushed your head down onto his cock, filling your mouth up. He was so long, his tip already pushing the back of your throat causing you to gag.

Saliva drowned his shaft, tears filled your eyes, and wet sounds coated the air. The sight is so explicit and lewd, lustful noises escaping your mouth. Johnny’s cock drowning in your sweet wet mouth. It was intoxicating for you both.

You fondled away at his balls, finding a steady rhythm to suck away at his cock. Kissing away at his tip, smacking the tip against your tongue. You tried your hardest to keep eye contact with him. Beads of sweat trickled down his face, his eyes hazy. He stared at you, hard. He couldn’t alter his gaze if he wanted.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” he commanded shoving your head back down onto his aching length. You grabbed the shaft, gagging as you tried to steady your pace the best you could. Your eyes fluttered and filled with salty tears at the impact.

“Look at me,” he instructed with a deep and stern tone, his hand around your nape keeping you steady. Your eyes fluttered but you maintained the contact the best you could.

“Good girl,” he groaned as he began to thrust into your mouth, fucking your throat harshly. “Gonna cum,” he warned as his pace was sloppier but still deep.

You choked, bubbles of saliva coated his cock and your hand. It was sloppy. But you and Johnny were so enamored in the feeling, that neither of you could care less. Your primary focus was getting Johnny to cum down your throat, you wanted to prove that you could please him. That you were exactly what he needed.

Johnny could already see that before this encounter. He knew he needed you the moment he laid eyes on you. The same way you knew you needed him the moment you laid yours on him.

Strings of curses and profanity stemmed from Johnny’s mouth. A warm salty sensation filled your tongue. You gagged and furrowed your brows at the taste. Johnny was panting harshly, and moans escaped. His heavy hands lie on your nape, keeping you in place as he fills your

mouth with his hot cum.

Once he finished, you pulled off with a pop sound escaping. You breathed heavily, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you wiped your lips with your forearm.

Johnny looked at you with a deep breath. “Are you okay beautiful?” he questioned politely, extending his hand to cup your flushed cheeks.

You shyly smiled, nodding your head after you finished cleaning your mouth. “Yes, I’m okay,” you assured him. You looked at his still-stiff cock. “Are you? Did that feel okay?” you questioned with a coy tone.

Johnny could only chuckle. “Yes, that was amazing Y/n,” he replied sitting up to kiss your lips swiftly, strumming your cheeks.

He looked down at his cock, sighing as he fixed away at his pants. “Let’s get ready to eat, right?” he suggested timidly, looking to you for approval.

You were a tad speechless. He didn’t want to fuck? Of course, you wouldn’t force him, it’s only the first date. You nodded with a small smile, fixing away at your blouse and pants.

The night was still young after all, whenever he was ready, you’d be welcoming with open arms.

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The lunch was amazing, this time the conversation was directed at you. He learned more about all your interests and hobbies. That you love to read, what you read. How you got into your current profession, everything. Johnny loved to learn about you.

He talked to you for hours that day, it felt like you spoke about everything under the sun. You told him about your family, why you were living alone in the big city. Your dreams. Your goals. It was beautiful, the connection you were able to build in just the mere amount of time you spent together.

You both knew you wanted to take things further. Spending a few more causal lunch dates with one another, walking home together. You even called a few times since the encounter.

A few nights later. Johnny invited you over to his apartment. His monochrome, black, and white decor filled the area. Small portraits of close friends and family.

You were both sitting on his couch, music on his speaker playing in the background and you both were sipping on some wine he offered you.

“You know, Y/n” he stated, looking at you with a neutral expression. “You’re very interesting, I know it’s cliche but I genuinely think you’re different from any other girl I’ve ever met,” he continued timidly.

You looked with wide eyes at his claim, sipping at your wine and trying to catch his intent. “What makes you say that Johnny?” you asked curiously as you set your glass down, turning attentively to engage fully in his words.

He did the same, mimicking the way you turned to face him. His hand softly met yours, holding it close to him.

“Most girls don’t actually care about my career, they care about my money or my uniform. Not anything revolving my interests in and out of my career,” he admitted with a meek tone.

You nodded agreeing. Most girls your age didn’t look at a guy’s job as a part of him, but as something to brag about or validate in their desires. You looked at Johnny for him, not his title or money.

“I understand. It’s hard dating, especially for people our age. Most guys don’t necessarily like my job either, don’t like independent girls,” you relayed with an awkward laugh attempting to relate to him.

Johnny nodded at your words. “I think it’s amazing that you’re independent, it’s attractive. And, I love that you’re getting to know me as well. There’s a lot about you that I enjoy,” he conveyed to you, his tone being assuring and tender. His grip on your hand tightened.

You began to think a bit more, recalling the events earlier. The interaction in the car, how quickly he was told to discontinue the sex that was bound to erupt from you. It was awkward but understandable. You were never one to judge or rush, if anything it’s the last thing you wanted with Johnny. You wanted to make sure everything went smoothly for you two, in all honesty, you’d hate to ruin any chances you’d two have together.

The question came into your mind, and you decided there wasn’t a better time than now to approach the concern. “Is that why you were so, reluctant to have sex with me during our first date?” you let out quietly. It was embarrassing to ask, but you needed confirmation. To know that it wasn’t an issue with you.

Johnny felt a soft grin spread across his face. He took in a deep sigh, strumming his fingers through his hair. “In all honesty, yeah. That and, you just don’t seem like the type to fuck on the first date. I didn’t want to cross any boundaries,” he admitted to you.

He shook his head, almost as if he was in disbelief for telling you this. “I know you’re not like other girls, I always knew that much Y/n, and I never made that assumption about you,” he continued, his gaze faltering nervously. “I don’t want to sabotage us, I want to move as fast as you’d like, or as slow as you’d like. It’s up to you,” he explained deeply. The walls that he built up, instantly came down. His vulnerability was nonexistent in your presence.

You were at a loss for words. You and him were more similar in ways than you could imagine. If there weren’t enough signs that you two were made for each other, then you were both blinder than a bat.

“I’m ready for you whenever you are Johnny,” you confessed, leaning closer to his frame. Head resting against his shoulder. “Just, whenever you want to okay?” you guarantee.

Johnny nodded. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. His heartbeat steadied at your embrace. You were the calm he needed in life. You were who he wished for all along. He couldn’t let you go.

Not now, not ever.

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You paced in your living room, the TV showcasing the horrific scene in front of you.

“Reports showcase the local community center engulfed in flames, it’s estimated dozens of people were still inside the second the building caught on fire from an electrical malfunction,” the news reporter read off as she showcased pictures from the event.

You clutched your heart, Johnny hadn’t texted you in hours. He was one of the first responders at the scene, once you got the message, your nerves skyrocketed instantly.

Johnny ❤️‍🔥: the community center is on fire, have to go. It’s major.

Johnny ❤️‍🔥: don’t worry too much, I’ll be home okay?

Johnny ❤️‍🔥: I love you 😘

Your eyes were glued to the screen, the fire was extinguished, but Johnny still hadn’t texted back. The reports were still flooding, you hadn’t heard a single siren since they were called to the scene.

You begged out loud, just for a single text. Just to know Johnny was okay, you couldn’t stand the idea of what could happen to him. You understood this was his career. He helped others. It’s all he ever wanted to do. To protect others, save others.

But who would help and protect him? Your mind was flooded. The bravest man in the world just had to be the guy you decided to fall in love with.

A strong knock was heard against your wooden door. You sprinted on impact to open the door.

Flinging it open, you were met with a deep heavy embrace from Johnny. Covered in sweat, soot-covered cargo pants, and his shirt stained.

“Johnny, are you okay?” you asked frantically, tightly wrapping your arms around his neck. “God, I saw what happened on the news, I was worried sick,” you admitted breathlessly.

Johnny sighed into your embrace, picking you up without saying another word. Stepping inside the apartment, closing your door, and locking it for you.

You looked shocked. Holding on tightly, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Your bed in the center of a studio apartment, you felt yourself being placed against the mattress as his large frame hovered over you. His deep kisses are greedily plush against your neck.

You gasped out loud as his hands rapidly explored over your body. The degree of eagerness was foreign to you, Johnny could be rough but never rushed to please you.

You arched your back at his sloppy kisses melting over your collarbone. “Johnny please,” you gasped out placing a hand over his chest, creating space between you two.

Johnny looked at you with glossy brown eyes. The look on his face was mixed with too many emotions to read all at once.

“I-“ he stammered out choking on his words. “I was scared, going in there. It was like my first rescue all over again,” he recalled solemnly.

Your expression softened. Your hand caressed his cheek, a stray tear shed landing on your thumb. “It’s okay Johnny, I was worried sick about you. I’m so glad you’re okay, is everyone else okay? The news said you rescued everyone,” you gently asked, a positive gleam in your tone pursed as you mentioned the rescue.

He nodded slowly. “Everyone’s fine,” he guaranteed. “There were so many couples. Moms, kids, husbands,” he recalled shaking his head in a discouraged manner. “I couldn’t imagine how scared they were. I couldn’t imagine it being anyone I cared about in there, especially you Y/n,” he admitted embarrassedly. Tears silently streamed.

You couldn’t help but kiss him deeply. Holding him closer to you, chest to chest. He deserved to have all of his worries erased. You would make sure to relieve him from the stress.

“Just,” you sighed as you pulled away from his lips. “You have me, you’re safe with me. I’m safe with you,” you spoke out tenderly. Your fingers stroked his thick dark hair, pushing it out of his forehead.

“Let me help you, get rid of all your stress Johnny,” you pleaded. “Touch me however you want,” you suggested as you laid back against the mattress.

Johnny didn’t need you to tell him twice. In an instant, your lips connect once more. His hand pinned your wrists above your head. His other hand grasping your neck, the kiss rugged.

Johnny was against your body, chest-to-chest, completely against you. His stiff-clothed cock was against your clothed pussy. He rutted against you, groaning heavily at the feeling.

You softly moaned against his lips. He whispered sweet nothings into your ears. How amazing you felt, how much he missed you, how he needed you.

“I love you,” he whispered against your ears. Your eyes couldn’t even widen in shock, the intense tension building between you fogged your brain.

“I-I love you, Johnny,” you admitted engaging in a deep kiss with him once more. His tongue cascaded into your mouth. His forehead rested against yours for a moment, his eyes locked into yours.

“You gonna let me fuck you, baby?” he asked, even though the answer was more than obvious. Of course, you going to let him.

“You can do whatever you want to me, Johnny,” you admitted breathlessly, your hips bucked against his hard bulge. “Please, take these off,” you begged motioning to your clothes. You were wearing your pajama shorts and a tank top. No bra or panties.

Johnny could tell, your nipples piercing through the thin material. A pool of your wetness seeps through the thin material of your shorts. It drove Johnny insane, seeing you submit completely to him.

Seeing you in such little clothing. Hearing you admit your love for him…

You’re perfect, undeniably. He needed every ounce of you, and he needed it now. Johnny released his grip on your wrists and quickly fiddled with his pants, dropping them immediately. His Calvin’s immediately pulled down as well.

He pulled away his drenched shirt along with his white beater, exposing his defined abs. His shoulder tattoo is on display, God this man was enticing.

Your lips found their way between your teeth. Your eyes fixed on his figure. You swiftly pulled off your shorts in one movement, exposing your damp core. Spreading your legs out for his view.

He hissed immediately grabbing hold of his dick, squeezing tightly, and stroking it as he looked at your bare pussy. “You’re so wet, baby. You’re this wet for me?” he questioned with a sly smirk.

You nodded, your hand instinctively met your clit. You toyed with it as you watched Johnny. “I’m this wet for you,” you repeated his words to him, coaxing your fingers in your slick.

Johnny stared at the sight. It was heavenly. “Your pussy is so pretty love,” he complimented confidently smiling. Your cheeks flushed at his words. You smiled like an idiot, shaking your head at the compliment.

“Your dick is pretty,” you retorted playfully. A soft giggle escaped from Johnny, he leaned over your frame once more. He pushed your legs up to your chest, your thighs against your chest.

You hummed at the intense feeling. “You’re gonna feel it,” he informed gently. “Are you ready for it?” he asked once more, awaiting your approval.

You placed your hands beneath your thighs, Johnny leveled his cock closer to your core. You nodded in approval, awaiting him to enter inside you. “Please, I don’t want to wait anymore Johnny,” you begged with a slight pout that he kissed away instantly.

His kiss was deep and distracting, almost distracting enough for you to not feel his large cock enter your tight pussy. Stretching you out in an instant, deep inside your seeping hole. A scream attempted to escape before Johnny shushed you.

“Shhh, baby,” he quietly said as his hand covered your soft lips. Your screams were muted, but not gone. Your brows furrowed instantly, and your eyes almost neglected his.

His eyes were glued on you, your expression. You were so beautiful, he wanted to ruin you, have you a completely fucked out mess beneath him, only for him.

“Can’t be too loud baby,” he insisted as his thrusts were slow but deep. Extremely deep. His length already pierced your g-spot. “Do you want everyone to hear how good I make you feel?” he questioned with a condescending smirk against his handsome face.

You hummed loudly at the impact of each of his slow thrusts against his large hand. You couldn’t help it. The feeling was immense. You could only focus on the deep rutting inside your pussy, coaxing your neighbor's fat cock.

“Such a good girl,” he exclaimed slowly removing his hand from your lips, gripping your throat instead. Your screams were never silenced. It filled your walls, echoing into the studio apartment.

Your eyes focused on his focused expression as he quickened his pace, hips bucking into you. “Johnny!” you yelled out, whiny and desperate for him. Your hands attempt to grip his shoulders and back, instead scratching away at the flesh. Red marks cascaded across his skin.

He hissed at the pain, but it was disregarded from the pleasure he felt from being inside you. You were warm and wet, tighter than anyone he’s ever been with. You were heaven. His groans complimented your scream, music for his ears.

“You sound so pretty, listen to how wet you are,” he praised as he smacked against your dripping cunt. Your slick coaxed his cock beautifully, thick and white. “You’re already creaming over me,” he chuckled, pointing out the image before you.

“Ugh!” you moaned out, your hand gripping his thick dark hair. “Johnny! I can’t take it!” you whined out squeezing your eyes tightly at the intense movements he poured into you.

Your words only caused Johnny’s pace to quicken brutally. His hands now gripped your waist tightly as he fucked you into the mattress. “Don’t tell me what you can and can’t take,” he commanded with a serious tone. “You’re taking me so well, you can handle it. Right baby? You said I can use you to relieve my stress right?” he chuckled his words back at you. “I can touch you however I want?” he asked as his eyes locked into the sight of him penetrating you.

You whined nodding your head, knowing this was exactly what you wanted. What you hoped for. “Yes,” you quietly gasped out. “I can take it,” you lied. Not that you didn’t want it. You’d give anything to have Johnny fuck you like this anytime. All the time.

“You’re mine. Say it,” he instructed as his thrusts became sloppy. His dick was completely coated. Your cunt was aching. Your stomach tightened. Sweat encapsulated both of your bodies.

“I’m yours, Johnny!” you screamed out as your stomach turned with a filler sensation. “Please, let me cum!” you plead. You bit your lips harshly, wanting to feel the full extent of your climax.

Johnny’s head fell in between your collarbone right by your ear. “Cum, cum for me,” he instructed. He was near his climax but promised himself he couldn’t cum before you. You deserve to feel the height of this pleasure. You deserved to be cared for. To be pleased.

You couldn’t resist the feeling, you came on impact. The climax is hard and tiring. Strings of curses and screams escaped. Johnny’s ears rang from your loud voice. Not that he could ever complain, he would never.

Johnny groaned swiftly pulling out, just to have a pool of cum spurt out of the tip, all over your tank top. He threw his head in pleasure. He jerked out each string of cum until he drained.

You lay there, attempting to catch your breath. Eyes fluttering out of tiredness.

“Not yet baby,” Johnny perked up with a sly grin. Suddenly, Johnny’s head dipped between your legs. His wet tongue slid between your folds, cleaning away your cum. He used his large fingers to spread your damp folds, his tongue sliding across every inch of your pussy.

It was overstimulating in the best possible way. You pushed his head further into your cunt, feeling his muscle grace over your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Please,” you begged, eyes fluttering at the immense pleasure.

Johnny chuckled against your wetness, swallowing and slurping away your slick. Your cum sweet against his tongue. “You taste amazing,” he praised as he lifted himself up from your bed. He kissed your thighs swiftly before standing up and heading towards your bathroom.

You whined at the disconnect, lying on your mattress as you caught him wetting a towel to clean himself off.

He returned and gently cleaned your cum-tainted torso. A sly smile on his face as he eyed you. “You did so good,” he praised as he tossed the towel into your dirty clothes bin.

You smiled sheepishly at his words as you began to snuggle beneath your covers. “Thank you, it felt so good,” you shyly thanked him.

He nodded in agreement as he slid beneath your covers as well, pulling close to his chest. Your head laid against the skin, hand strumming over his abs.

“How do you even get an 8-pack this solid?” you giggled curiously as your eyes met his.

He looked at you with a coy smile, “Firefighter training does a lot for your body,” he simply stated as he stroked your lower back.

“Does firefighter training teach you how to fuck like that?” you giggled rhetorically.

Johnny returned to a soft giggle. “No, but loving you did,”

ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖*° ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖*° ꕀ .* ♡̩͙ ✧˖*° ꕀ .*

a/n: hi everyone again! i’ve had a really fun time writing this one, i hope you enjoy and keep sending more requests. if you’re feeling generous, make sure to buy me a coffee to show ur appreciation!

love, mei

#johnny suh #nct x reader #johnny x reader #johnny nct #nct imagines #nct fanfic #nct smut #nct johnny #nct 127 #nct #nct fluff #johnny suh x reader #nct x y/n #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpop fanfic

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sobbingdistantnoises · 1 day ago

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A bunch of little doodles using band photos as reference for my MARBLE HORNETS METAL BAND AU!!! <333

The main lineup:

Alex Kralie - rhythm guitar & vocals

Brian Thomas - lead guitar

Jay Merrick - bass guitar

Tim Wright - drums

The reason I say main lineup is because this is the lineup that eventually settles when they record their first album. HOWEVER, there was some funky stuff going on before this point.

Marble Hornets (name of the band, of course) was founded by Alex (then just vocals), around the same time and place as canon; they're all still in college. The initial members were Brian (lead guitar), Sarah (rhythm guitar), Seth (bass), and Tim (drums). Jay at this point is not in the band, but he's friends with Alex, so he sort of just hangs around. They joke about him being their roadie, but he does little-to-no equipment carrying :P

Despite just being the vocalist, Alex does play guitar, so he does most of the composing in their early days. He sticks to just being the vocalist because he doesn't have the hang of singing while playing yet, and out of the two occupations, singing is more important to him.

Spoiler, Alex is the Main Guy in this band, and at this point, everyone else just goes along with this. He made the band, he writes the songs (for now), he calls the shots. And he needs the band to be perfect in regards to his vision.

Sarah too is an outspoken fella, she herself has music she wants to write and share with the world. She joined Marble Hornets to express herself. Unfortunately for both her and Alex, their visions don't quite coincide, and Alex in particular refuses to budge. So he sacks Sarah and replaces her with himself.

The band is not quite better for it, technically at least. Especially at first, Alex does indeed struggle to balance singing and playing at the same time, though he improves. In addition, during this time, college hits a stressful couple months pre-finals, and the band sets into a lull as various members—especially Brian and Seth—are unavailable.

Alex, being Alex, does not stop obsessing over this band though. He continues practicing, continues writing songs, continues thinking about the band more or less nonstop. Jay comes over frequently to work on classwork together, for they share a lot of the same classes. They get to hang out, and Jay gets to make sure Alex hasn't been KO'd by his inability to stop hyperfocusing on his band? Count him in.

Of course, during their breaks, Alex defaults to fiddling with his guitar. Jay's transfixed as ever, and Alex makes the realization that he has a perfectly good jam buddy sitting in front of him. So he sets out to teach Jay guitar. Jay's receptive to it, and the two even head out to buy Jay his own guitar after a week. Jay ends up choosing a bass guitar, something Alex didn't quite expect, but he's not opposed.

Around this time is when Alex starts recording himself. Jay notices the camera during one of their break-turned-jam-sessions and asks about it. Alex shrugs it off, says he's sick of having to pause and write down any cool riffs or lyric ideas every time they come to mind. This makes sense to Jay. (He doesn't notice the tall figure watching them through the window; only Alex does, later, when he rewatches his footage.)

Final season comes and goes, and now it's summer. There's all the time in the world to put into Marble Hornets, and Alex is ecstatic. Regular bi-weekly practice sessions return.

Things are good for a couple weeks, except Alex is now perceiving Seth's performance as subpar and demands he practice more. Seth shrugs it off. He's not really that invested in the band anymore, it's not like they're performing real gigs, and it's summer. Does it kill a man to want free time? Alex fires him.

There's some surprise from the others, but it dies quickly when Alex appoints Jay as Marble Hornet's new bassist. Tim and Brian more or less foresaw this happening the moment they learned Alex and Jay were practicing during college busy season.

The next development for the band actually comes from Brian. He's found a new club looking for live music and suggests this to Alex. Alex gets in contact with them, and suddenly, they're getting gigs.

AAAAAAAnd that's more or less all I have solidified :D

Some bonus notes:

I really want Tim and Brian to secretly start a music duo called The Twins. They make electronic dance music

Currently debating if I want to go all in on "Alex kills people lmao". I 100% want the Operator to be there and cause problems, and I love the idea of adding Operator-induced paranoid to the LIVING HELL that is touring.

There is a phenomenon in bands with 4 people where they tend to form 2 pairs of 2 people in terms of how close they are to one another. I've never understood this because I keep having dynamics with an odd number of people, but Marble Hornets totally suffers from this, and now I DO...There is angst potential, however, especially when Jay + Tim get closer (because Jay starts realizing Alex has done some shady stuff?), so I am fine with this >:]

Not totally settled on the exact type of metal they play. There's the temptation to go with thrash, but a lot of that is because that's MY favorite metal genre. I'll probably make a list of bands I think they'd all listen to (based off of my music taste because I wish to be self indulgent) and pick something with influence from those

Whatever genre I go with, however, Alex will be very pretentious about it <3 He is a nice guy, so when it comes up, he's nice about it, but "posers" totally get under his skin. He will want to bite you if you wear a Metallica shirt without knowing who they are

They will have a band YouTube channel that will mostly be run by Jay. If I commit to "Alex does some shady stuff", its content will reflect Jay's realization that Alex has done some shady stuff

I want their first album to be a bunch of references to the canon Alex Kralie's Marble Hornets film

Need to rethink Alex and Jay's majors...

Brian, Tim, and Jay WILL do more in terms of writing songs for the band starting with their second album

Amy will be Marble Hornet's manager once they get to the first album + touring stage!

One of the bands they tour with consists of some configuration of Jessica, Taylor, Adam, David, and Sydney (comics characters). Maybe Adam + David will be interviewers instead of musicians, and the other 3 can be a trio?

The clothes they wear are a combination of their canon clothing (especially casually/offstage) and the more typical clothes worn by metal bands...Think leather jackets and band tees

OVERALL, this AU may have existed for Several Hours, but I am in love <33 (I AM GOING TO DRAW SO MANY THINGS.) If anyone has any ideas or anything at all to say, I would love to hear it :]

#regular soup #marble hornets #jay merrick #alex kralie #tim wright #brian thomas

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i-just-drink-coffee · 2 days ago

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Would this YJ go to a pride parade (2025 edition)

Jackie- She goes but just as an “ally” of course (van knows), gets incredibly jealous if anyone hits on Shauna

Shauna- If Jackie’s going so is she (she can’t stop staring at all the wlw couples and then looking at Jackie) + she loves Jackie’s jealousy

Van- Decked out, head to toe in rainbows of course, making out with Tai in front of homophobes

Tai- Not as obviously dressed as Van, but still shows up for her gf (she probably organized the parade somehow)

Nat- Acts like she doesn’t want to go “it’s just so much” (she loves it) and has the bi flag painted on her (by Lottie ofc) + flips homophobes off

Lottie- Just happy to be there, holding hands and dancing with Nat as much as she can, also makes out with her in front of homophobes

Misty- Somehow even more supportive and happy than Van and is decked out in pride merch to the point people think she’s a one man pride float (she was interview by the news for this)

Mari- Yes, coz a) she hates one gay (Shauna) not all gays (expect the ones who are annoying) b) FREE SHOTS c) she loves being hit on by both girls and guys

Travis- Yeah, he’s confused a little about everything but supportive

Coach Ben- Probably no coz he and Paul would be dining somewhere as a celebration or something

Gen- Would want to go but would legit fall asleep and forget

Akilah- Would be volunteering at the event actually

Laura Lee- No (religious trauma) but would be supportive and say a prayer of love to all of them

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shiningstarr15 · 2 days ago

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✨Things I’d wanna see in Gregory and Vanessa remodels at some point in the future✨

-make Greg slightly taller- not too much, bc he is still supposed to be mistaken for a little kid (as seen in GGY) BUT I do think the model in SB is probably a little too small. I’d say bump him up a few inches at least.

-make Vanessa slightly shorter- she’s WAY too tall in SB, and if you look at her in the comics, she doesn’t tower. She is tall, but not THAT tall.

(In contrast to each other, I don’t think Greg should be past her shoulders, it just doesn’t feel right. AT BEST, I’d say he comes up to her chest)

-give Vanessa a new outfit- this one’s a given. Obviously she doesn’t have the security outfit after the end of SB. But she also has no model yet with the purple flannel. And I’m dying to see it.

-Vanessa non defying gravity ponytail, or hair down- I honestly don’t really care if she doesn’t have the super long ponytail. I think the middle/high one looks fine. My only issue is that it defies gravity when it should NOT 😅 so uh.. please fix that :3 As far as hair down goes, that.. is just for guilty pleasure. Not a huge deal, but I’d be quite pleased to see it :3

-personally, I don’t think the eyes need to change. Maybe Greg’s can be less orange and more of a hazel with orange tint. But.. I kinda like them having huge bug eyes. Idc if it’s “too anime” or whatever, it works for the style. (Besides, Greg is described as being a “wide eyed little kid” and Cassie’s REMODEL has bug eyes. So it shouldn’t be a big deal at all)

-Gregory.. doesn’t really need a new outfit. Especially if they’re on the run, I doubt getting new clothes is a priority tbh (but I’d absolutely DIE if he was shown wearing Vanessa’s flannel, to keep warm or something)

-take off Gregory’s bandaids (maybe add a scar)- Greg’s bandaids shouldn’t be there still after months. At most, you’re only supposed to wear them for like.. a few days. So honestly, I don’t anticipate him really having a scar either.. I just have grown accustomed to liking the idea through fanon

-make Vanessa’s freckles more prominent- I can understand why they’d be faded in SB, since it seems she pretty much spends the whole time in the dark, up in Fazerblast and down creepy halls. But now that she’s free, they should be more exposed from the sunlight. (Like I don’t think she’s necessarily COVERED in them, but she should definitely have them scattered on her nose and cheeks)

-REDUCE VANESSAS CHEST- I cannot stress this one enough. HER CHEST IS NOT THAT BIG. In the comic endings it’s so clear that she’s sitting at average, but the model does such a disservice in objectifying her too much. I’d say she’s probably a C cup maybe.

-I don’t really care if Vanessa has muscles honestly. I actually think her being a scrawny thing works better for her character. She’s supposed to be weak and incompetent, it makes her character more compelling honestly both as an antagonist and potential protagonist

-fix Greg’s hair a little. The style is fine but the model makes it a bit too stiff, maybe fluff it out a bit.

-And for the love of all things good, GIVE VANESSA A FULL HEAD OF HAIR.

And.. I think that’s about it (trying to keep it in possible canon. Obviously there’s more I’d add, but rn, with them on the run most likely. It probably isn’t possible)

#fnaf #fnaf rambles #fnaf discussion #Gregory fnaf #Vanessa fnaf #remodels #potential future game #saying this is an if bc we sadly have no confirmation of their return yet #(but I will riot if they don’t come back)#I want to see them be a team #(but please also add in bickering and banter it doesn’t feel right for them without it 😭)#steel wool I can do wonders for you if you hire me /j #doublestar duo #security breach #post 3 star ending #five nights at Freddy’s #Starr speaks

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puhpandas · 6 months ago

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emotional 3 star fam + m.x.e.s arc where after they steal them they learn more about them and find out that they're a lot more sentient than they thought an antivirus from the late 70s would be and that m.x.e.s was built for one purpose to fight against the mimic, but it hasnt been able to fulfill that purpose in a long time after being left to rot all alone in that factory. 3 star took them to use them to be the mimics warden and everything already so theyre able to help m.x.e.s feel fulfilled again by it realizing its purpose again, and updating them so their outdated programming is new and shiny and the cobwebs are dusted off :)

#queue arc about vanessa relating to feeling unfulfilled/sad about what she thinks she should be doing #freddy seeing bonnie in m.x.e.s bc of the rabbit part and also their little torso patterns resembling bonnies bodysuit lightning bolts #and relating to them over being built for a purpose. theyre like 2 sides of the same coin with freddy enjoying being free of that purpose #and m.x.e.s wanting nothing more than to keep fulfilling it #i think gregory would still not remember ggy at thus point so he woukdnt have many like #big angsty feelings towards them i think #i think gregory and mxes would be best buds #i dont even think that mxes would be apart of the found family #i think mxes is just their friend. the 3 of them plus mxes #3 star fam and m.x.e.s #new tag just dropped #3 star fan #m.x.e.s #thoughts #tuesday update spoilers #pandas.txt #gregory #vanessa #freddy

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claitea · 10 months ago

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wait oh my god the new anni lillie is just a palette swap of the old one? this actually sucks why did they do that

#clai speaks #i love lillie i'm not mad she has another alt i was just annoyed it was a second anni one #but i dont have 2021 anni lillie so i didnt remember what she looked like off the top of my head and didnt realize the new one is the SAME #if it was a whole new outfit it would have been fine. why are they doing that #at least she's free?? you only need to complete an event and you get her right #arc suits i can forgive being similar to the base outfit bc i think thats the point. its just arceus adding powers to someone #like how it upgraded the arc phone. its just the same thing with arceus-themed flair. thats fine idc #anni lillie. what the hell #anyway i think thats all my thoughts on the pokemas anni announcements so far i'll probably stop now 👍#i am still excited to see where the story goes but i cant deny the units are. questionable BRJBFJFJ

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nataliedecorsair · 7 months ago

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I wanted to give you some of Pticenoga's Borderlands AU backstory, how she was raised by Shade and before starting her shenanigans with Vaughn.

Plus a bonus comic about how she decided to set up a meeting for Vaughn and Shade, but didn't tell Vaughn who is supposed to be there x) Mostly because Vaughn has met Shade before in his macabre World of Curiosities museum and thought that Shade is too weird for him. Well, that's the kind of person that would raise a feral harpy siren, gotta deal with it!

When she was very young, nothing bothered her much as she was just a wild baby exploring the world x) And Shade was a good father figure to her. However, as she grew older, she realized that she doesn't really "fit in": yeah, Pandora is a crazy planet, but not every person there is crazy. There are plenty of "regular folk" like Shade or other people from their town - and many others. And she was frequently called a monster, a mutant and many other things by the regular kids and even adults. She was wild though, could bite them or fight with them in a pretty feral manner, and, even though she protected herself, it didn't help the situation much. She wasn't crazy enough (and too small) to fit in with the psychos or bandits, was "too human" for actual monsters living on Pandora, and for a long time she had no idea she was a Siren, as even for Sirens she looked too different. Only when she hit her teens, she was able to confirm that she is one, started using her powers, and in her human form she could see the full extension of the glowing pattern she had on her skin. She still, however, didn't know why she wasn't born "normal", and there were no older Sirens around.

At some point, she decided to become independent and live on her own. Her "wild" upbringing was helping that a lot, and she felt fine being away from people. She'd still visit Shade frequently, of course, and at some point she'd even met Zer0 and could hang out with him for some time. As Zer0 is a mystery himself, they had some common ground between them (though constantly listening to his haiku were exhausting xD). Sadly, Vault Hunters attract attention, not always positive, and that was the reason why she got spotted by a big bandit gang (could be the beginning of Vallory's gang, but before she took over). And local scientists like Tannis already declared that there may be some connection between Sirens and the Vaults. And they noticed that she's a Siren, but also pretty young (and dumb). After the first Vault on Pandora was opened, there was plenty of weird and valuable stuff around, but it wasn't so easy to get it when you're just regular bandits. And when Eridians, the aliens that are guarding the Vault, are everywhere. The Sirens like Lilith were too strong for them, and hiring a Vault Hunter is expensive, so they decided to wriggle into her favor and use her to gain access to the area. She didn't know she was dealing with bandits first, she naively thought it's a rare case of nice fellows just wanting to be friends and such, plus the Vault could have answers about her origin, and the new "friends" confirmed it.

At some point, she realized she was being used, and got into a fight with the bandits - and lost, as there were too many of them, and she had too little experience, and they knew about Shade. She got kidnapped and told that she'd do everything they told her to do, or they'd kill Shade, so she had to obey. She helped them to fight the way to the Vault and get some of the riches, and during the process she felt that she really does have a connection with Eridians - they boosted her powers and helped her to get free, and kill every presenting member of the gang. She was worried about Shade though, so she left immediately to find him before the remaining members found out what happened and could harm him. But she was too late - the water source in their town of Oasis was poisoned, and every single person there died. Except Shade though - he lasted longer, but dehydration made him insane, and he turned corpses into the stuffed dummies he could talk to (though she didn't have much of a problem with this part). As she was gone for at least several months, he didn't believe she's real, and she had to adapt to the new reality.

She never got back to the Vault after that as she felt it was a source of more trouble than anything good (in her view, the price was too much for a bunch of physical stuff).

That lasted for years, and became a bit easier as her powers, enhanced by the Eridians, wasn't only serving the destruction, but could eventually "heal" some part of Shade's mind, so the moments of clarity became more frequent (she didn't know it's the reason, though). And you still need money, whether you like it or not, so, when Shade decided to use his World of Curiosities as a spot of illegal deals and smuggling, she didn't resist, but would watch over him in the shadows in case something goes wrong.

Eventually, she calmed down and just embraced herself. And, after some time, she met Vaughn, whose personal struggles she could sense right away, as she had to experience "being different" herself.

#artists on tumblr #digital art #pticenoga #vaughn #shade #art #vaughn borderlands #shade borderlands #tales from the borderlands #borderlands AU #harpy #siren #woman #monster #original character #character development #nataliedecorsair #natalie de corsair

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ambrosiagourmet · 1 year ago

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Every time I revisit chapter 86 and the events right after the group talks Marcille down, I'm always struck by this bit here:

In particular, how similar it is to this:

The Winged Lion ate the same desire in both of them, more or less (I'm sure there are some nuances in both flavor and intent, but they are clearly similar things here). The Lion basically used this technique to kill Thistle, and for Marcille it was... not insignificant, but something she and her friends overcame without even fully realizing it was an obstacle.

I feel like this is another small piece of the story that shows how important support and love are - in navigating mental illness, in dealing with abuse or addiction, or in working through any other similar struggle that can be read into the Lion and his eating of desires.

It almost feels like Marcille was able to borrow the desires of her friends. She loves them and she trusts them, so even when she didn't have a desire to free herself from the Lion, the care they had for her well being still mattered to her.

It's the same thing later, with her hair.

She isn't able to notice the way her messy hair is making things harder, let alone do anything about it. But when Chilchuck points it out and then braids it back for her...

It's better. She likes it, things are easier now. Even though it isn't a desire she can feel for herself, it's not something that doesn't effect her. And because her friends care - because they know her well enough to notice the difference - she is given the chance to have a preference and to ask for their help.

We can obviously see some parallel ideas here with Mithrun and Kabru as well, but I'd also like to point out that Thistle gets this grace, too. Thistle, who had no one to help him up once he lost his will to resist, or to encourage him to find new desires once the Lion ate them all.

Thistle says he doesn't need anything, anymore...

But he is given an apology anyways.

It is not a kindness he desires. It is not a kindness he is able to ask for.

But it is a kindness that helps. It is a kindness that matters.

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #marcille donato #thistle dungeon meshi #dunmeshi analysis #mfw the foils are foiling..........#people have been killing it w the thistle analysis I am rotating this jester in my head now. thanks. I need to lie down #dungeon meshi spoilers

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severepink · 1 year ago

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Observing Adam

Where I go way too deep into something that probably isn't that deep. It's long, it's long as hell.

Okay, so you'd think with how Adam talks he's just a typical misogynist, right?

This man worships pussy. So much so, he's named a whole ass angel, one of his best, Vagina. You'd say that he objectifies them and thinks of them as being lesser, but I don't think that's the whole story. In fact, I think he might be the original simp.

All of these exorcists so far have been women. All of them. He refers to them as ladies or bitches interchangeably, he sees them as being completely capable of absolutely decimating leagues of some of the most vile beings who have ever existed, and they have, to the point it was only after thousands of years that there's been a risk to this hierarchy.

He's a self-centered, egotistical, loud-mouthed, arrogant asshole, no doubt about it, but I'm beginning to suspect something now.

If Adam and Lilith were created from the same dust, if they were created as equals, I am more than willing to bet... Lilith is also a self-centered, egotistical, arrogant asshole. But, she's likely far more intelligent, composed, and duplicitous.

Lilith was allowed to refuse Adam and leave of her own free will and garnered her own independence. A new wife was created for Adam, she was replaced. My guess, is she thought Adam wouldn't be able to live without her, to come back and find herself replaced entirely, she was enraged.

I believe both Adam and Lilith were both incredibly dominant individuals who fought over ideas, thoughts, and ultimately in the bedroom as well, if we take into account the creationist stories.

I'm willing to bet she likely manipulated Lucifer into twisting humanity against its original concept. What if Lucifer's intention truly was to just spark something within Eve, like independence and thought and creation, but it was Lilith's poison within the fruit that tainted her, then subsequently Adam, with sin.

Lilith thrived in hell, while Lucifer's dreams of creation were dashed. She didn't suffer as he did, instead the power of her voice grew with hell. Her voice grew so powerful that heaven found it to be a threat, her actions instigated the beginning of exterminations.

Charlie said that when she was a little girl, she didn't know Lucifer at all. I don't think this was because of Lucifer, he's seen here, picking her up, inviting her to share in his thoughts and dreams, showing her something wonderful. Something she could see within herself.

Charlie says that it's this moment that sparked her will to fight for her dreams. Which is strange, because at the very beginning of the story, Charlie says it was her mother's dream that was passed down to her.

Lilith took Charlie away. In this scene, Lucifer wasn't done showing Charlie his thoughts and dreams, he's still yearning to show his daughter these things at this point.

Lucifer loves his daughter. He loves Charlie so, so, so much. So why wasn't he allowed to build a relationship with his daughter for the longest time? He was waiting for the opportunity to get to know her, but with how much he adores her why didn't he do it sooner? He didn't comment on 'It took you a while-' he just said he missed her smile. They don't want to be pulled apart, again.

Now, we know Vivziepop has said that Lucifer and Lilith love each other, but Lilith 'wears the pants' in the relationship. We see all of the pictures all over the walls of a supposedly happy family. I don't think the relationship was as loving as originally portrayed and Lilith is a woman who desires control above all else. She likely tried to mitigate what influence Lucifer had over their daughter when she thought his angelic thoughts and behaviors became more than what she approved of.

Lets take it back to Adam and Lute for a moment. Again, Adam is a loud mouthed idiot, he's a jerk. The moment he realizes there are demons in heaven, he's ready to go on the attack. It's only because of Lute that he didn't end up doing something absolutely idiotic.

I gotta say, Lute and Adam's relationship is an absolutely fascinating one. He's a disrespectful dick head in how he talks, but how he acts is a different story. He allows Lute to man-handle him. He does listen to her, even if he's a whiny bitch about it.

Look at him, this is the face of a man listening, a dumb one, but a dude listening all the same. He doesn't manhandle her back, he doesn't even pull away until she lets go of his collar. Of all the shit he complained about, between being grabbed and being told what to do, his biggest complaint is that she's telling him to shush.

We know that Adam is the one who suggested the exterminations to begin with, so Sera says, and this was because of the power that Lilith was amassing. To him, Lilith is a threat. Even when he was willing to move on, to go to another wife when Lilith didn't want him or want to submit to him (fair babe, he's a bit of an idiot), she came back with an angel and proceeded to manipulate his new wife Eve. This is the supposed progenitor of man-kind, the original dick (hilariously enough), the reason civilization even exists at all. He and Eve had to fight for their lives after being tempted with the fruit. They had immortality, they had no ideas of shame, they were supposedly 'innocent' creatures before Lilith and Lucifer came along. He and Eve had to fight tooth and nail to survive after being cast from Eden. I think it shows in how willing and ready he is to take lead and do what he believes needs to be done, now out of a need for entertainment rather than a need to defend or protect. But, he still stopped to listen to Lute's advice. In the mythological story of Adam and Eve, Adam is the one who has to tell Eve that god said don't eat the fruit. Eve never heard god speak to her, so she was vulnerable to the snake's manipulations. She will now die because she ate it, and because she did not want Adam to take another wife, convinced him to eat it unknowingly. Funnily enough, Adam tried to explain to god that 'she lied to me and gave me the fruit' and in this actual mythology, Adam was punished for listening to his wife. Even without mentioning Lilith in the original mythology, Eve didn't want Adam to take another wife, so when we consider it within the context of Hazbin Hotel, it may be likely that's how it went down. Eve knew of Lilith, knew that she could be replaced, and decided that she would take Adam with her.

I believe that Adam does and did rely on the women in his life to help him with direction. I think Adam knows he can be an idiot and is willing to listen, even if he doesn't agree with what he's hearing. He did listen to Charlie in the beginning, he just didn't believe in her, like everyone else and he, out of anyone there, probably had the most reason not to. Cain and Abel were his and Eve's sons, his own child became the first murderer. Out of jealousy, the same kind of jealousy that no doubt has caused Lilith to act how she did. Adam isn't going to have empathy for sinners. His family, his legacy, were filled with the original sinners. He probably had to kill his son Cain in hell during the first exterminations. What do you think he would have had to feel, if it came to be a fact that sinners could be redeemed? That maybe his son, could've been redeemed? Or any of his progeny for that matter? How did it feel when his sons, his progeny, weren't given the same mercy as the Hellborn that Lucifer managed to keep protected through some deal with the angels or god? Not to mention that Charlie could've been his daughter. Charlie is the product of the people who completely and totally destroyed the paradise he'd been born into. She's the daughter who is protected and immune from the slaughter while all of his sons and daughters are judged and killed. I believe, even though he was a dickish prankster to Charlie, he was surprisingly patient and even somewhat amicable, willing to even ask her how her weekend was like he was just trying to get to know her.

Adam could just see all of the angels under his employ as being disposable. He doesn't have to name them, or think about them in any individual fashion. But, he knows Vaggie, recognized her instantly. Thought she was badass. Lute's the one who saw her, tore her wings off, and walked away. I'm surprised they even let her live, because this just goes against everything they're doing. They're an army and they saw one of their own showing empathy to the enemy.

Look at this dumb ass. He's being a shit-head, a dick, a bastard. But, he admires Vaggie's ability to pull Charlie, congratulates her, this dude isn't even judging her for being a lesbian. I don't think it's because he objectifies women, this dude loves women, he just does. He respects fellow vagina lovers. I don't think he respects liars in the slightest though. He's being underhanded, he's trying to be manipulative (he's not very good at it). I think he's brutally open and honest about everything and that's probably one of the reasons he's such a bastard anyways, because sometimes you just need to shut-up and he's not good at that.

I don't think he respects Sera for that either, he's more than willing to let others know what the hell he's doing, but under Sera's lead, he can't be open about it. I don't think it's his jam to act this way, it's why he sucks so bad at it and I think that's why Lilith is so antithetical to him. I also think that's why he's possibly even being manipulated.

It's kind of crazy that Adam is the only one who tries to come up with what allows someone to get into heaven. So here's his list: 1. Act Selfless: Maybe at one point he was! He had to have been, to be one of the progenitors of mankind, he would have had to work, sacrifice, and give to his wife and children for them all to survive. Eve would have had to do the same, no doubt. He may not seem selfless, due to his raunchy behavior, but he's served heaven since he's been there. He's served humanity in some kind of facet. 2. Don't Steal: Considering the only other humans are his spawn, he likely had to try and get them to not steal from one another for them all to have an equal opportunity of survival. He and Eve likely both knew they would need to work together to survive.

3. Stick it to the man: This, however, is interesting. Who is 'The Man' he speaks of? God? The only other people over him or were equal to him were women. He speaks like a rocker, and I think in this case he's using the term 'The Man' in a gender neutral way. I think he allowed some amount of Authority to Lilith when they were supposed to be seen as equals, it comes so naturally to him as a character when it comes to the other women he's been interacting with. I think she is the 'man' that he's been sticking it to- Pun somewhat intended. ((This third one may also simply be a tongue in cheek reference to when Alex Brightman played Dewey in School of Rock on Broadway! Thank you to the user who brought this to my attention!))

Adam is a bit of a hypocrite, isn't he? He likes to fuck, he's made that abundantly clear. Full of lust you could say. It was his original purpose after all, and he is judging Angel Dust for something he probably would've done himself at one point or has considered doing (maybe not the having sex with men part). Angel Dust does all of these things, Adam doesn't even deny it. He even looks nervous. He's angry, but doesn't deny that Angel has done those things. He doesn't explain it away or try to lie or move the goal posts, he's just asking what is an actually very valid question.

Why isn't Angel Dust there if he can do things equal to what Adam himself hasn't done? Serenity continues that line of thought. It isn't until Charlie is realizing no one knows what it takes to get into heaven.

Adam is more than willing to let Lute take the lead here, he's willing to give her the stage to clap back, he's giving her back-up antics. By all means, they could be pushing and fighting one another, there could easily be body language expressing something other than their general comfort around one another. They aren't fighting for a spotlight like you'd expect Adam to try and do considering his egotistical attitude.

Adam fucking sucks at keeping his mouth shut and he sucks at lying. He nearly blew the secret out of the bag once, this time, Sera is the only one who tries to stop him and to be honest? Lute looks a bit too thrilled at it. He knows he fucked up, but he doesn't think it's a big deal that anyone would know. For fucks sake, they've already condemned souls, his progeny, to suffer. What's the big deal if he kills them?

I have to re-iterate what's happening here. Charlie is proud she caused this chaos, that she caused these angels to fight amongst themselves, even if in this case it's a good thing. But, this is like history repeating itself to Adam, the reflection of his ex-wife, entering his domain, causing strife among his people, being happy about it.

And the venom he expresses when it comes to the 'liar' portion, god Alex Brightman destroyed when he got to this portion specifically. There is some vehement disgust in his tone when he says liar.

Adam isn't a good person now. But, I think he used to be a good person. By all means, Adam himself could've been the first murderer when his wife made her mistake. He, at one point in time, had to have been good enough to foster civilization itself with Eve. Both good and bad. Adam's original purpose was to be fruitful and multiply. Ordained by god (or maybe just angels) himself, divine power directed and created him to fuck. He didn't chase his ex-wife down, he was given a new one, Lilith was allowed to leave. When he left things alone, when he tried to move on, his ex-wife and a scorned angel destroyed the paradise he was in with Eve. He had to struggle and toil, he had to feel shame in his own body. He had to find out his first born son was the first murderer. His second son killed. We don't know if this is going to be canon in the story, a lot has changed, and if Adam is the first soul who reached heaven, then what did happen to Abel? Was Abel considered a sinner? Or did Cain kill Abel after Adam had passed? Either way, he had to witness his children kill, he had to watch his descendants behave in a range from saints and monsters. He's seen genocides, he's seen famine, war. Adam is desensitized to the plights of his descendants. Maybe he even saw it as a duty to cleanse the universe of their existence at one point, because they were his responsibility.

At the end of this episode, he is properly scolded by Sera and does seem ashamed of himself. He isn't huffy, he is reminded that he should be ashamed of acting that way.

I love Lute's enthusiasm, she's absolutely brutal when talking about Vaggie and with how she handled Vaggie. I think it's funny that Lute is so brutal she's even made Adam uncomfortable. It's cute that he's made uncomfortable by the excitement and all he does is tell Lute, the premier hype woman over here, to chill. She's so proud of herself too, look at her.

He fully expects these exorcist bad bitches to go in there and fuck shit up. But, you know it's hilarious that he's throwing horns? This dude, this angel. First human soul in heaven, loving rock n' roll, the devil's music, and throwing motherfucking horns. It's poetic really. I think we can probably assume where things are going.

Now, this is the first point we've seen Adam being a real piece of shit to Lute. I don't think Adam likes it when people think he's too dumb to notice something, especially something so damn obvious. This is such a drastic moment of vitriolic, uncontrolled anger directed towards Lute. Adam knows he isn't the brightest tool in the shed. He likely knows he's obtuse and misses shit. It's why he sucks at lying, he knows he's not smart. That is why I think he's afforded women opportunities to direct him without fighting back against their advice and their choices. I'm sure Lilith made it obvious how dumb she thinks Adam is. I'm wondering if this might be where their ground breaking fight might've come from. Who's to say he didn't allow Lilith to take the lead, or listen to her like he's done with Lute here and now? Perhaps to an even greater point? He listened to Eve and ate from the fruit of knowledge and he was punished for it. Being seen as so dumb he can't formulate a simple fact is a sore spot for him.

Adam is incredibly powerful. It took a bit out of him to exercise that power, probably because he's out of practice just like Lucifer said. At one point, he probably wasn't so sloppy and weak willed. He's gotten lazy. Sloth like.

I think it got real personal here. How viscerally and personally he attacked Charlie. No one but Charlie truly thought sinners could be redeemed, or that they were even worth it. Not even one of the original sinners. Maybe he never considered the possibility, maybe what happened really did make him see the world as black and white to cope with that happened to him, his wife, his children. Charlie's desire to fight this idea would destroy the foundation for all of his coping through the years. He stopped seeing them as family, even though he's grandiose about his founding role in humanity. Does that itch the guilt that may lurk under the surface?

I don't think Adam thought much of Charlie at all. I don't think he had any intention of coming to kill her in the beginning, despite seeing her, despite who her parents were. But, I think with the constant push, with how eager she was to disrupt the pre-conceived idea of order, it reminded Adam and reflected her parents so much, he was eager to kill her for revenge against them. I think this electrical interference on the mask is a direct reflection of sin. Namely, wrath, in this moment.

Now, this. THIS. Is something that made me want to write this whole fucking essay. Is Lucifer implying that he not only gave Eve the Fruit from the tree of knowledge, but FUCKED HER TOO? Homies, I'm sorry but holy shit. That is some hydrating tea. I'd be pretty pissed too, fucked over twice by women who were supposed to be literal soul mates, who you were made for, who were made for you?

I knew he would have a goatee, I could almost hear it. I gotta say, I'm a sucker for how he looks. I think he's hot. He is a bastard, but so are a lot of the hot dudes in this show. It's just a theme.

This exact series of lines prompted so many of the thoughts that I had about Adam and why he thinks or acts the way he does. At one point, Adam did have to work himself to the bone and learn to survive from scratch alongside Eve. He isn't entirely without cause to not think that he deserves some respect or recognition from his descendants.

But, that doesn't give him the right to act like god himself. It's... well... Blasphemous. Isn't it? One of the worst sins is to think yourself to be worthy of worship, as if you're a god.

This is the moment that gave me empathy for them both. You could probably see the kind of loving person Adam could have been at one point with how he looks at Lute, even as he's laying there, dying. He's not crying like a bitch, just looking at Lute softly. Lute screaming for him, screaming his name. They cared for each other deeply.

And this... and this.... and this. WHAT DEAL DID YOU MAKE, LILITH? Did you make it with Sera? Did you make it with Adam? Did you make it with Lute? Did you really just want a little 'vacay' away from the hell you helped create? Left her husband, depressed and lonely. Left her daughter without any care or guidance. Maybe Alastor was sent in her place, perhaps? Seven years since he was seen after all, but why wouldn't he show up sooner if Lilith did care? Did she make a deal with Lute and Adam? Did she let Adam smash it so she could stay in heaven? Did Lute let her stay in exchange for getting Adam out of a position of power? Or was it maybe Sera who commissioned Lilith with a deal? Either way, I'm in full belief that it wasn't Adam's idea to move the extermination day up. I think he's a patsy, a scapegoat. I think Lute may have been manipulated, potentially, into manipulating Adam into this position. Was it even really Adam who came up with the idea to do the exterminations? Or was he the one who simply decided to fight originally because he was told heaven was at risk due to Lilith's rising power? The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intentions. I think it could be any number of these. Either way, Lute certainly does think she had authority over Lilith. Is it Lute just having hubris? Or is Lilith truly bound, just like Alastor, Husk, and Angel Dust?

Of course, now that we know a soul can be redeemed... and we certainly know that angels can fall. I don't think this will be the last we see of Adam.

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