#new haven graffiti

[radicalgraff]

"Stop Cop City / Solidarity NHV to ATL. RIP Tort!"

Graffiti in New Haven, Connecticut in memory of Manuel Teran aka Tortuguita, an Atlanta Forest defender who was shot and killed by cops on Wednesday.

The Atlanta city council plans to clear the forest to build a massive police training facility dubbed "Cop City".

[darkdemeter]

・issue #1・ KNOW YOUR RHYTHM

⚤ Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Dance choreo! Female Reader Mafia related topics — some profanity — mention of blood and violence and stuff — mob boss Bucky who just thirsts for reader HARD — bit a spice and flirting — I think that's it? ✎ 5.6k He is the king of crime, the one mob boss nobody wants to mess with. Funny how you end up here, hired as a dance choreographer for his new club. It was meant to be a simple paycheck, nothing more. But Bucky Barnes, the big bad mafia boss, wants you.

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 You’re too stubborn to retire the rhythm and hang up those dancing shoes. No, you fight for what’s yours, that’s how you were brought up, and you committed so much to lead this life to escape another that loomed over with a darkened destiny. 

  Even then you had your limits. Though it seems those limits would be tested as of today. A promise that undoubtedly falls in the blurring of lines. 

  “The Crimson Star Nightclub,” you say with a click of your tongue that audibly pops on the other end of the call. “In… that territory of New York.” 

  You swear you can feel her grimace of regret through the phone.

  “I know, I know! I’m sorry, I just— I told him that you’d just be perfect for the job.” Your friend and student wasn’t pleading herself a forgivable case here, you scowl outwardly as you toss your bag atop the nearby railing, sifting through its contents for a moment.

  “I taught you everything I know, babes, why’re you struggling?”

  She’s silent for a minute before she groans, “I just don’t have what it takes to teach, like you do. You’ve got the drive for it! C’mon, he’s willing to pay triple your usual rates. Besides… I’m kinda scared he’ll kill, gut and dump my body over a bridge if you don’t come.”

  That last point shakes you more than you’d like but you quickly dismiss the arrival of dread that falls on your shoulders. You grapple your wallet from your bag and begin to hail a taxi, a gloved hand raised high, the familiar fluorescent yellow swerving to a stop at the curb with a screeching frictional drag of its tires. “What’s the address?”

  She’s smiling, you just know it as she rains down a thousand thank you’s, her heels clapping loudly in the background. 

  Pulling up to the joint made your stomach turn over a hundred times. Exiting the cab, your heeled boot scrubs against the pavement with a leathery rumble as you take in the building. A big establishment from its outward appearance. Peeling off the cover of your sunglasses, you study the freshly reinstated brickwork absolved of any form of gang graffiti. A havenous roofing overheads the entrance where guests would line up in wait with complimenting stanchions. 

  Atop the two – or maybe three story – building is the unlit title, Crimson Star Lounge and Nightclub, and the most flattering of all: a giant red star with a blackened silhouette of what you believe to be either a nude or lingerie clad woman sat within on an invisible seat of some kind. 

  With a hum, you bet a personal wager against yourself that the neon sign’s simple display would articulate the upper leg that hangs over her other to kick up as she arches herself back, accentuating her body more.

  You cannot help but chuckle to yourself. Oh, you’re definitely in for a treat you shouldn’t have let yourself be lured in by. 

  You walk up to the entrance where a large hulk of a man stands idle, his long, blonde hair tied back and out of his face, his browline shifts awkwardly to frown at you behind a thick layer of facial hair. Gruffly, with a low baritone, he speaks. “Club’s not open yet, sweetheart, and we’re full on resumes. Come back in a few months.”

  With a fashionable tilt of your head, a smirk presses into the corner of your lips as you grin.   “Oh, I know you’re not. The star girl doesn’t have her legs spread open for business.”

  From the ease that follows his features with a bashful grin to boot, you continue, “A girl named Tam is inside? She called me, asked me to come and meet the big boss man for a potential dance choreographer job.”

  He grins a pearly smile at you. “A woman with your attitude, he’s gonna have no choice but to give you the job. Right this way, Miss.”

  He steps aside and gestures with a muscular arm for you to continue in and with a curt nod of your head, you stalk down the dimly lit hall until you reach the wide expanse of the club.   An elevated platform is guarded by a railing of dark steel to oversee the ground level, the second floor is cut off some feet away from the T shaped stage. Along the back wall that’s closer to your right shelters a pristine, obsidian marble counter with a set of modernised saloon doors behind, leading off into what you assume to be a backbar. 

  It appears that the second floor acts as some sort of VIP section with the barely visible wall of booths pinning into the wall in an orderly fashion, a few booths decorating the first floor and located closer to the bar, the remaining space reserved for the dance floor and tables. 

  Already you begin to piece together the potential air and radiance the club is looking to create, but it helps your workload when asking whoever is in charge what it is they’re trying to achieve. 

  The brighter, overhead lights blare down to make life and work in the dark a tad more tolerable, so employees shuffling around, going about their duties, many don’t spare so much as a third glance your way much to your relief. The last thing you need is anyone recognising you from your prior glory days. 

  Falling into a slow crawl of a stride as you explore your new surroundings, your potential new work space, a voice is sudden to drawl over the glassy rim of an auburn-hued shiver on the tongue, ice swaying with a chorus of clinks. “Club’s closed, sweet—”

  “Alright, I can’t make the same comment twice. I’ve got a thing about repeating myself.”

  That comeback rings as a shocker through the atmosphere. Turning himself to press his side into the counter, glass in hand, you take in the numerous glimmers of gold adorning his fingers, one of which tells of who exactly this man was. What he was.

His chin dips down to peer over the tint of his glasses. “Sharp. I like it. What’d you want?”

  You take a step forward, head craning to look around you before you turn back to the man, plucking your gloves off your hands to discard them into your bag. “Sightseeing clubs that aren’t open,” you scoff, “I’m looking for the boss of the joint. Tam’s voucher.”

  His shoulders rise and roll back, most likely sensing the cutting way you get right to it through your charade of jest. He flashes you a grin. “You’re funny. Tony Stark, pleasure to meet you.”

  He extends his hand forward and you reach to shake it, your throat scratchy and dry from even looking at the ring on his pinky and its embossed insignia. Tucking his hand away into the pocket of his dress pants, he cocks his head awry. “The boss is kinda in a meeting right now.”

  Your lashes flutter in a flurry, eyes rolling skyward into your skull with an exasperated sigh. 

“Do you guys get off to wasting a girl’s time? Honestly, that’s what makes it harder to please us in this day and age.” 

  “I have my ways.” 

  His voice is a fine contour, rich and smooth, you cannot help the chill from running up your spine. Your heel pivots and your body follows, hands situated on your hips as your chin tilts up and up to meet the fiercest pair of winter blue eyes you’ve ever seen. A layer of dark stubble hides little of the smirk plastered on his pink, soft lips as he leans, arms straight and pressed to the railing until his muscles beneath his flex and the veins in his rough hands budge. 

  “Are you the big boss I’ve heard so much about?”

  His cheeks flex under the weight of his thinned smile and nods. “The one and only, dollface.”

  Shaking yourself from momentary stun, you face to realise that the club’s owner was the top mob boss of New York himself. Of course Tam had to bury you six feet in this mess. It had been bad enough that the establishment itself resided in mob territory. Now, as it turns out, the mob king himself owns the place. And your possible contract and paycheck. 

  How fucking fitting. 

  “Right so… what’s the big idea? Tam said something about you needing a choreo instructor.”

  You almost find the way his lips pull to reveal a row of pearly teeth endearing. Almost. You dare not forget who you’re talking with. 

  “Yes, she said you’d be coming.” You don’t miss the way his words care to articulate the words, their enunciation versed with a seductive purr. You scoff at the comment that fails to filter his lewd mind. Still, he has one hell of a smile that can surely make any woman swoon.

Though you don't very much care to be one of those women. You much prefer to stay very much away from that. From him.

  “She told me you were her dance teacher and that you’re the best of the best. Showed me a few demo tapes of your work.”

  You give a simple shrug of your shoulders to ease the flush that rises in your blood. “And?”

  He moves like a wolf on the prowl and maybe because he very much is. Your eyes watch him with careful calculation, the way the bulk of his body swaggers down from his throne on high to meet you on the bottom level. 

  “I’d like to take her word for it and take you on,” he rumbles lowly. 

  His eyes rake up and down your body slowly, undoubtedly sizing you up like a meal. The waft of his cologne is powerful, a stern odour of expensive luxuries only affordable by his wallet. It overpowers your sense of smell like some love spell that you find half a mind to tilt your axis away from his reach; now beginning to worry that those illustrious women draped on his arm in printed magazines and articles may have been victims to a fling they were entrapped by. 

  You have to keep your posture strong and sure to recover from that relapse, however, given that your action may be interpreted as weakness. These men thrive and feed off weakness. He extends a hand forward. “Bucky Barnes. But I get the feeling you already knew that.”

  “That obvious, huh?”

  Nevertheless, you take his hand and shake it, reluctantly giving him yours in return. He tastes it for the first time and, by the way his tongue runs below the risen quirk of his lip, revealing his incisor, enjoys the way it rolls off. 

  You walk with him as he shows you around the club and accommodates you with the knowledge of how he wants this little business joint to succeed in its intended market. You meet the girls who would be under your charge, your attitude taking a noticeable shift from its standoffish tone to one much lighter, friendlier in terms of interacting with the dancers. 

  Returning back to the main stage and dismissing the girls off, Bucky turns to you, broadly puffed out from chest to shoulders that the suit strains slightly against the expanse of muscle. 

  “Right, I’ll need to browse around for a hirable studio and give you the info to give the dancers,” you note first and foremost, running your hand over your mouth, your demeanour now lessened and eased into one more befitting of contemplation. Bucky can see and even admire the spark of dedication to the job in your eyes.

  “Can you pull it off?” 

  You gasp, a tad and touch higher in your defence than you should have let on. But ultimately, you meet the dark, playful challenge in his raised brow and wicked smirk. 

  “Outstandingly so for the interesting logo for the club.”

  “Ooh,” he winces behind pursed lips, “tell me what you really think.”

  Tongue unsheathing from your cheek, you turn to face him, stepping forward one step and then another, standing barely chest to chest with him. The fog of his cologne is a whirlwind intending to knock you loose of your inhibitions. You thinly smile through it. “Well, it certainly follows the saying.”

  His brows move higher to his forehead, almost cocky that you don’t fall into betraying yourself and believing he means anything sincere as he asks coolly, “what saying would that be?”

  And quickly you answer, “sex — or the appeal of it — sells.”

  His face leans in closer until his lips hover over yours some inches away, invading the presence of personal space, uncaring to the way your body goes rigid; caught in fight or flight mode, knowing damn well between the two of you that you’re stuck and fucked by either response. “And just how much do you sell for, I wonder.”

  His words are soft, low and oh-so laced to be seductive. The striking allure of those blues moving to take in every aspect of your features as if to engrain them into his memory. 

 Just before he can ever dream of letting his lips close in any more, you take initiative and move back, flaunting a huff that eases his ego down, his features faltering visibly right before your eyes. 

  “I’ll send you an invoice tonight, Mr Barnes…” Your words inspire hope within him as he slowly grins, only to fall. “But don’t excite yourself. I don’t mix business with pleasure.” 

 You send yourself off in the direction of the exit with a measured wave, but his words leave with you and have your stomach in a strange flutter. 

 “You sure? Because I see potentially a lot of pleasure in this contract.”

THREE MONTHS LATER

  It’s cruel to watch you, knowing that this is your last rehearsal with the girls. After this, the doors will promise an opening night to remember. But if you’ve given any hints, you don’t exactly intend on seeing it. 

  And for Bucky, that is just plain torture for him. Over the past three months, you have been working your pretty arse off creating a whole show routine, expertly weaving the backbone of the club’s entertainment and allocating the playlist to fit the atmosphere Bucky and his club managers wanted. 

  Lounging in the VIP section, the raised loft that oversaw the club’s dance floor, stage and regulars bar, Bucky still cannot take his eyes off of you. Why of all nights did you have to go racing off to another job so soon? He had paid you generously, far more than any hired choreographer could ever dream of, and yet that still didn’t seem enough to convince you. He hovers like a shadow, leaning to the dark steel railing, his ring-lined fingers drum against the dark steel as he contemplates his next move. 

  He barely pays any mind to his captains who take their place in the sleek, refined office that are the booths, sipping at their drinks and chatting about the club’s interests and rates. Shit that he tunes out. He can’t focus on anything when you move like that, your body arching this way and that; sinful and cause for impossible. But you prove him wrong. There are many positions he’s fantasised taking you in mid rehearsal. And once, when it was just the two of you in the club during a routine practice, he almost had the chance. But it – you – slipped right through his fingers.

  Your body is pulled into the music itself. A process many seem to struggle with, but for you, it’s as easy as breathing. At first, it’d been a gamble of who to hire for the job, now Bucky cannot dream of regretting choosing you. Renowned as a star dancer, you’re credited with awards from around the globe, in solos, duos and exceeding the numbers. Competition after competition, your name became well known. Your prodigy, dear little Tammy, had been a resourceful source that he later forwarded onto his boys, ordering them to dig up more information about you. 

  A nasty red line was found in your record, as Bucky had his men find, and though the exact details are still unknown to him, it’s given him an indicator that something hit rock bottom. Some time afterwards, however, you resurfaced as a dance choreographer. 

  And if you were still the best of the best, then he’d take you for the job. But now, he wants you for good. Dressed to the nines in outfits he’s spent on all his cards, riding to events together and having the envy of every man and woman’s eyes upon you. Hell, he’s already contemplated the venue and diamond ring. All he needs now is that chance you refute at every turn.

  “Chins forward, eyes open,” you call in correction, gaze set straight ahead of you in the midst of a spinning twirl before planting your heeled stiletto hard into the stage floor with a resounding boom. 

  Bucky’s eyes trail then upwards, the dark colour of your pantyhose hiding your skin that he’s desperate to bruise and leave his fingerprints on. His fingers curl harshly into the railing while his eyes continue to admire while simultaneously undress you, your body hugged in a very form-admiring bodysuit. 

  Dropping down low with the girls following suit, your hips move on beat with the music, grinding into the floor. That, of all moves, is when you make the grave mistake in glancing up at a striking pair of blue eyes, dark in their passionate longing and so bright you’re quick to force your eyes away. 

  But not before you flashed him a toothy smile. A smile that kills him every time. Heat rushes through your veins and rises higher into the surface of your skin, in your core it feels electric with pulsating need, but you carry on with the routine, to save face from what Bucky Barnes did to you. Unbeknownst to you at this moment of what you did to the mob boss, he groans at the tightness surrounding his clothed cock as you rock your hips back and forth, suggestive in your choreographed manner. But so dismissive in how it affects him greatly and his ability to conduct business. 

  No. You can’t let yourself fall into that sort of mess again. Focus. Rolling onto your back, your back arches so beautifully off the floor, it almost has Bucky gasping. The pointed pink of his tongue’s tip darts out to wet his lips. 

  Completely and utterly mesmerised by your rhythm, he growls like a feral animal when Steve’s voice interjects his still continuing list of how he plans to ruin you and save you.

  Now at the end of your routine, you wave for Torres to cut the music and your shoulders fall heavily with an exerted sigh.

  “Good work, girls,” you applaud with your friendly smile, clapping for their efforts. The girls in turn repay your praise with bashful smiles and compliments of your mentorship. 

  You had this way with people, and especially those under your study, you were kind and playful but remained an air of professionalism to ensure your students or your time wasn’t wasted. 

  Bucky feels his skin crawl and his heart drop a thousand yards into his stomach. From the lavish watch strapped to his wrist, he inspects the time. End of rehearsal. End of your contract with him. 

  “Well, they learnt from the best.” Your head turns fast, vision momentarily blurred, there again is that feeling - that spell - he has you under as he saunters down the stairs and towards the stage where you stood, hands pressed idly into your hips. 

  His tongue runs over his teeth, groaning inwardly as his eyes sink and rise in study of your entire form. He could see you being his queen. You’ve a powerful stance, that much he can see, and you possess a quality that has the attention of anyone and everyone on you. A commanding presence. 

  “You’re too kind, Mr. Barnes.” Your cheeks redden more. Praise from your clients always makes your heart flutter with adoration and joy. For them to express their gratitude in the ways they do, it’s good to know you have succeeded in your job. 

  But when Bucky praises you, you become a giddy girl that gushes and yearns to hear more. He sees the way your face shifts to reflect that professionalism, all to hide the reality of what he does to you; what he could do to you if you just gave him the chance. 

  “I could be much kinder, doll.” His voice has lowered into a velvety purr, the callous massage of his fingers shoot a blaze of electricity through the thin fabric of your pantyhose and into your skin like ice, a simple touch over your calf, teasing you further as his palm encloses around you as well, sliding up and down gently. Despite your position above him, a sight he’ll never grow tired off, his up-tilted chin reaches level just below your stomach. Right at the apex of something dangerous. He sees the inner turmoil of conflict flash in your eyes, a battle he’s sure he can win if he plays his cards just right. 

  “VIP access tonight to start?”

  You scoff, shaking your head. But the furrow in your brows betrays your true, raw disappointment. You can’t hide it. Not from him. “I can’t. I have an early flight tomorrow.”

  And just like that, you refuse him yet again. His bottom lip rolls in and over his teeth, tongue pushing hard against the thickened fold of intruding skin in his internal flare of anger, eyes darkening with a single promise he cannot keep; because he can’t have you to make it. You attempt to step back only for his hand to curl tighter around your ankle, keeping you in place.

  “Make an exception this one time for me.”

  Your eyebrows crease between the middle, a frown tugging your lips into an unamused sneer as you tug at your leg that Bucky refuses to let go. 

  “Mr. Barnes, this is extremely unprofessional—”

  “Your contract has expired. We can be as unprofessional as we want. No consequences. No regrets.” He coats his words heavily with a honey of seduction. One that is awfully tempting… one you must deny. 

  You swear this man would kiss the ground you walk upon if you asked him to. Would paint and drown the streets red with blood if you wished it. And that’s what frightens you. Beneath those adoring pools of blue hide a darkness to a world you seek escape from, therein his eyes hides the nature of a killer who’s not only dangerous to those who cross him because of who he is as a man; but also dangerous because of you. 

  You know that love — and lust — are a powerful motivator to a man. It can and will make him do anything. The impossible, the reckless and the most horrid of things. 

  No matter how softly he pleads, you must not say yes…

  His head tilts ever so slightly to the side, streaking locks of dark brown fall loosely to frame over his brow, highlighting an innocence that isn’t there. You pull your leg away again and he allows you to leave him though with the exception of those eyes faltering from yours. Like a kicked puppy.

  “I’ll come tonight. We’ll need to talk about my payment before I leave.”

  There it is, that bright spark in his ocean hues again, a grin pulls his lips wide that battling a smile of your own causing your lips to quiver is half won. Hopping down from the stage his eyes follow after you, watching you gather your belongings, your sights meet one another and he nods to you.

  “See you tonight, beautiful.”

  Scoffing with a shake of your head, this time that smile graces your lips wholly and Bucky feels the air in his lungs flatline. What he would give, who he would kill to see that smile forever on your face. 

  “Right. Tonight. See you then, Mr. Barnes.”

  How you say his name in a manner of such proprietary has him a certain way, but what often has him throbbing and hard is the thought of you moaning his name, skin hot in a sweaty flush pressed to his as he has you on the verge of climactic euphoria and promising that you will be his, that you will never leave his side. He’s left only to his imagination of how you would sound, how you would feel around his hard and thick cock, in his strong and passionate grip that would never let you go — let you falter. 

  He wants you so badly it’s driving him insane. 

  Bucky takes the time to admire your form that currently flees for now, but soon enough he guarantees otherwise, paying particular attention to the wondrous body of your arse right before you pull your coat over your shoulders. 

  He pulls out his phone from his suit pocket and with a few minor taps of his thumb, he holds it to his ear, the receiver on high alert to his order.

  “Get her ticket reimbursed and have the jet on standby, just in case.”

  If you had known he’d send a car to pick you up, you’d have thought twice on a decision you should have said no to at the very beginning. From your seat, you eye the neon title and star, indeed the female figure doing just as you thought. A provocative display to allure its target audience. Right on command, Sam arrives, strutting out from the main doors to your door and pulls it open for your exit. The once dark tinted window shielding you from the envious stares of those stuck to line up on the velvety carpet. 

  “Looking good, princess. C’mon in, Bucky’s waiting for ya.”

  “Thanks, Sam.” 

Sam’s allegiances may have set prejudice to keep you from trusting him or any of the other boys under Bucky’s command, but he was kind and attentive to you the more he saw you around his boss and the club premises. 

  You do well to keep your eyes forward and your focus straight, ignoring the few whispers of a gaggle of women clad in colourful, sparkling cocktail dresses, dolled up faces contorted into spiteful sneers as Thor granted you unrestrained access much to the shagrin of the female pack whining and complaining. 

  You weren’t here for the explicit pleasures that they were after on the inside. You’re strictly here to see what it was you accomplished, hoping that these business partners of Bucky will be entertained by the routine and show you poured hours of soul and heart into, then collect your paycheck and leave. That’s it. 

  Sam commands to part the crowd ahead of you, allowing you a clear path and direction up the stairs to the upper floor, smirking and ushering you off when you press him with a sceptical raise of your brow. But at his insistence that you don’t fall into the same category as the guests, you head on up, climbing each milestone with a heeled step that draws you possibly closer to the very man who you cannot seem to get away from. 

  Atop the stairs and rounding along the railside, you press your stomach to, overseeing the crowd below, streaks of red lights beaming from the rafters above to illuminate the dark, sensual aura of the club, the music a thriving beat as the dancers on stage perform their routine. 

  Life on the stage… there are days where you miss it. With a drag of a sigh parting your lips, you straighten a little from having leant on the railing a little during the show. Your body bristles instantly as something large and warm presses into your back, almost nuzzling the diamond cut out of skin, his long arms coming into view to cage you between him and the cold steel, his hands rest over your own. 

  “Glad to see you made it,” he hums deeply against the curve of your ear, nose gentle to nuzzle against your neck. “My business partners love the show, they’ve been asking for you.”

 “Trying to drum up business for me, Mr Barnes?” you muse with a pout, voice offering a sickly sweet mockery of appreciation only for him to snort and direct you towards the booths where several men sat within a cloud of cigar smoke and breath of pure alcohol.

  “Gentlemen, this is the woman I was telling you about.” He introduces you and your hand traverses into numerous exchanges of hand shakes as you greet each of them.

  “Have to say, little lady, your vision for performance is immaculate,” a man of rounder physique appraises with a grin, half burnt cigar jammed between two fat digits and his dark brown eyes sparkling with hopeful aspiration for your future. 

  “Pray tell that Bucky will allow us to perhaps offer you a longer term contract?” His question ends with the butt of his cigar popped into the o of his mouth and huffing.

  It hits you like a freight train going a hundred miles an hour, your jaw unhinges only to clamp shut, bouncing between the motion as you tend to this new revelation. “I–I uh…” Eyes glancing to Bucky who stands at your side, chest puffed out with a smirk twisted into his lips, he cocks his brows at you. 

   “A kind offer but I have another job already lined up in Chicago. It’ll conflict too much, I’m afraid.”

  The men hum and sigh in their disappointment but offer you wishes, the man then plucks a card from a silver plate box and slides it towards you. “Of course. I admire your commitment to prior contracts. But don’t hesitate to call us if you change your mind. Mr. Barnes here has put in a good word for you.”

  “Oh, has he?” You draw the words slowly with care, but the hint of suspicion has Bucky’s eyes pinned to yours for a moment until he looks to the men, bidding them to excuse him a moment as he takes to lead you away from their table. 

  Once in the private hallway that leads to Bucky’s office, your words choke behind a scoff, “What the hell was that all about? I– I told you, I have a flight to catch tomorrow and– Bucky this is too much, even for someone like you, to give to someone like me.”

  He leads you to the door and opens it, beckoning you to enter before shutting the door promptly behind you both. All you can do is watch the broad span of his back as he struts over to his desk, merely gesturing a hand for you to sit. 

  “Doll, check your bank account.” 

  The way his voice maintains a firm timbre almost spawns concern to spur you to run out that office and never look back, but you do as he says, checking your bank account. Your eyes blink widely. 

  “My ticket! Bucky you—”

  “You deserve better than living in some slum studio apartment, living to survive on paycheck to paycheck,” he rasps hoarsely as if the words and very idea of your situation leaves a bitter taste in his mouth, he continues, “A forty-five grand monthly salary to start, upgraded living in a penthouse and a licensed studio all of your own and signed to your name.”

  A poisonous drought covers your tongue and coats your throat, your eyes peer down at the white card, font pristinely spaced and organised, minimally professional. Bucky faces you now after having realise that you didn’t sit down upon his request – or what you assume order. Your eyes then raise to glower at him, narrowing sharply. 

  “And your agenda behind this?”

  Can you trust the way his brows relax, bending to curve in a manner of sympathy as he reaches you, chest to chest and his calloused palms come to hold your jaw between them, nursing in his hand the one thing he desires above all else. 

  His head bows lower until his lips graze over yours, causing your breath to hold and you feel the form of his lips curl into a small grin and with a hum he connects the kiss. At first he is gentle to test the waters until he is consumed by that fire, heat ensuing to take hold of the kiss, he groans lowly like a ravenous animal. 

  Your stomach turns into knots and your thighs push together when the threat of arousal pools between them, a gasp teetering on your voice, your own lips meeting his as your hands manoeuvre over the curvature of his muscles that tense beneath you. The kiss grows hotter, heat forces its way to burn in your lungs like embers and ash searing the fabric of your soul that when you pull apart, your chest expands to brush against his as you breathe deeply. 

  “Be my girl, doll. Be m—”

  You cut him off with the delicate pillar of your index finger as he intends to sweep in for another kiss. You know for sure that if you allowed him, you would agree to his terms. 

  That cannot happen. 

  You pull yourself away from him until your distance pits your back against the office door, hands lingering on the knob and twist. His  hands that once held the apex of your hips flush to his body fall to clench at his sides. You still choose to refuse him yet again.  “Sorry, Barnes… but mama always told me, papa always warned me, don’t hang around with boys like you.”

THANKS FOR READING!

✎ a note from the author, Seeing the responses on the original post was really cool and I’m glad to finally put this simple brain concoction of mine into a fully written fic.

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World Map: San Myshuno

Area: Spice Market – Waterside Warble

Lot Size:  30 x 30

Capacity:

A Dive Bar

An Internet Café

A Pizzeria

A Tattoo Parlor

Bonus: 6 residential rental units floorplans completed – not assigned

Gallery ID: Simstorian-ish

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Expansion Packs

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Discover University

For Rent

Get Together

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Growing Together

High School Years

Horse Ranch

Snowy Escape

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Parenthood

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Star Wars: Journey to Batuu

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Home chef Hustle

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Moschino

Kits

Castle Estate

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Cozy Bistro

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Recommended Gameplay Mods

(Please read through what each mod has to offer before deciding if it fits your gameplay style or not.)

Carl’s Dine Out Reloaded

City Vibes Lot Traits

Functional Tattoo Parlor

Functional Venue Lot Traits

Lock/Unlock Doors for Any Lot

Spawn Refresh

Use Residential Rentals shared areas as Community Lots & Create Multi-Purpose Community Lots

Build Mode

CharlyPancakes

Chalk Pt.2 (Tiles)

Felixandre

Chateau Pt. 1 (Stone Foundation)

Chateau Pt. 2 (Doors, Metal Pieces, Tiles, Walls)

Colonial Pt. 3 (Fence 2, Plaster Foundation 2, Railing 2)

Florence Pt. 1 (Fresco Mural)

Grove Pt. 4 (Plaster Column, Plaster Floor)

London Interior (Dining Chair, Stool, Walls)

Paris (Cartouche Large, Corbel, Swag)

Schwerin (Terracotta Female)

SOHO Pt. 2

SOHO Pt. 3

SOHO Pt. 4

Harrie

Brownstone Pt. 2 (Traditional Door Frame – Med, Traditional Door – Med, Traditional Window 2 - Med)

Coastal Pt. 2 (Column)

Klean Pt. 3 (Concrete Floor, Painted Walls)

Kwatei Pt. 1 (3x1 BiFold, Double Arch, Single Interior Door)

Mutske

Stairs Add-on

Lijoue

Louer Collection (Iron Fence, Railing, Stone Stairs)

Peacemaker

Bistro Expanded (Awning 1x1)

Graffiti Mural 01

Pierisim

Winter Garden Pt. 2 (Double Door High, High Window w Bottom x2)

Sooky88

Checkered Marble Floor

English Country Wall Set (Subway Tiles, Subway Tiles w Wallpaper)

Scandinavian Wall Set (Plain w Tiles)

Syboubou

Neighborly 1 (Ceiling Outdoor Light, Mailbox)

Neighborly 2 (Interphone)

Buy Mode

AroundTheSims4

Laundromat (Seating x3 – Metal Base)

Tattoo Parlor (First Aid Kits, Gloves, Ink, Ink Display, Light, Saddle Stool, Tattoo Gun)

Cepzid

Functional Tattoo Chair

Felixandre

Berlin Pt. 1 (Curtain – Tall)

SOHO Pt. 1

Harlix

Baysic (Coffee Table, container, End Table, Kitchen Cabinet, Kitchen Counter, Kitchen Island, Kitchen Sink, Kitchen Trolley, Kitchen Accent Counter 1-3, Sofa)

Jardane (Leather Pouffe)

Kichen (Cabinet, Cups, Glasses, Plant, Shelf)

Kichen 2.0 Pt. 2 (Glasses 2 & 4)

Harrie

Shop The Look 1 (Armchair, Coffee Table)

Shop The Look 2 (Ceramic Side Table)

Shop The Look 3 (Circular Cushion)

Spoons Pt. 2 (2 Tile Glass Pedastal- Short & Tall, Counters, Espresso Bar, Island, Pastry Platter, Pizza Board, Shelving)

Kiwisims4

Blockhouse Dining (Booth Seating)

KKB

The Chilling Home (Module Bar Stool)

LittlleDica

Greasy Foods (Napkins, Salt Shaker, Stalls Door, Stalls Wall, Vents, Wet Floor Sign)

Modern Kitchen Stuff (Soft Breeze)

Rise & Grind (Décor Mural 2, Décor Syrup Bottle, Décor Wall Painting Menu, Dining Tables – All, Wastebun Counter)

Max20

Happily Ever After (Sign of Attention)

NANDO

Fashion Store (Ceiling Lamp)

Pierisim

Coldbrew Coffee Shop Pt. 3 (Menu, Paper Cup, Tea Box, Tips Jar)

MCM Pt. 1 (Simstudio Display)

MCM Pt. 4 (Kitchen Island)

Ravasheen

Shake and Shimmy Dance Floor

Shop Chef (Drink Dispenser)

Severinka

Industrial Light II

Simkoos

Clutter Dump Pt. 2  (Boba Notepad, Boba Stacked Cups V1, Cafeteria Straw Dispenser)

SimspirationBuilds

Toffee Pt. 1 (Art)

Syboubou

Catherine Sushi Restaurant (Wall Shelf 1 & 3)

Contemporary Haven (Armchair, Artworks, End Table, Sofa 3P Left)

Macaron (Counter Display)

TaurusDesign

Lilith Chilling Area Pt. 1 (Bartender Kit, All Drinks, SulSul Sign)

Tuds

Cave (Panel Light 2 x 4)

IND 01

IND 03

Turn Couch

Wondymoon

Fraxinus AIO Computer (DL on Patreon)

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DO NOT CLAIM THEM AS YOUR OWN.

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[krissiefox]

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tumblr is the gay website and it has lots of nice gay blogs! You can view the list under the read more link below.

https://www.tumblr.com/transportation-signalboost Fundraiser blog helping trans people escape from dangerous living situations.

https://plannedparenthood.tumblr.com/ Planned Parenthood official blog.

https://upandoutcomic.tumblr.com/ Trans-positive web comic and art.

https://www.tumblr.com/lesbiancoupleoftheday Small blog about lesbian cartoon couples.

https://unnecessarilygenderedproducts.tumblr.com/ Blog poking fun at absurdly sexist products and marketing.

https://humanrightscampaign.tumblr.com/ Human Rights Campaign Blog.

https://www.tumblr.com/transgenderproblems Comics about shit trans people have to put up with.

https://www.tumblr.com/pridesite The official tumblr page of PRIDE.com

https://genderequalityallies.tumblr.com/ A student group dedicated to tackling gender issues

https://assigned-at-birth-comic.tumblr.com/ Webcomic about trans issues.

https://www.tumblr.com/mattymatt Blog of Youtuber Matt Baume!

https://outyouth.tumblr.com/ A Texas group for LGBTQ youth.

https://www.tumblr.com/ur-fav-is-at-the-pride-parade Cute blog that puts various characters in a pride parade.

https://gaywebcorenostalgia.tumblr.com/ Old queer web sites.

https://www.tumblr.com/transgender-history A blog documenting and posting transgender history

https://www.tumblr.com/gay-crossing-animals\ LGBTQ+ Animal Crossing images.

https://www.tumblr.com/fucknovideogames A blog raising awareness about bigoted people in the gaming industry/community.

https://gaygamer.tumblr.com/ A gay perspective on video games.

https://lgbt.co/ LGBT news & photos.

https://www.tumblr.com/georgetakei George & Brad Takei's blog

https://glsen.tumblr.com/ GLSEN strives to assure that each member of every school community is valued and respected regardless of sexual orientation or gender identity/expression.

https://gaywrites.org/ LGBTQ news, media, culture & more.

https://intersex-support.tumblr.com/ Support blog for intersex people.

https://zebracoalition.tumblr.com/ Providing support, services, programs, groups & workshops for LGBT youth in Central Florida.

https://love-rainbows.tumblr.com/ Colorful Pride art!

https://tdorunite.tumblr.com/ Transgender Day of Remembrance blog

https://tdor-rally-new-haven-blog.tumblr.com/ Another Transgender Day of Remembrance blog

https://lgbt-history-archive.tumblr.com/ Blog about LGBT history.

https://thetrevorproject.tumblr.com/ Official blog of The Trevor Project.

https://theadvocatemag.tumblr.com/ LGBT news.

https://quixol.net/ LGBT+ Minecraft server. No longer actively maintained, but still online as of the last time I checked on 10/20/2024.

https://prismparty.tumblr.com/ Another LGBT+ Minecraft server! Thankfully, this one seems to be still be maintained and more active as well (as of my last check on 10/20/2024)

https://prideknights.tumblr.com/ Knights who fight for Pride!

https://trevorprojectawareness-blog.tumblr.com/ Blog about the Trevor Project.

https://care-for-trevor.tumblr.com/ Another Trevor Project blog.

https://queergraffiti.tumblr.com/ LGBTQ graffiti.

https://www.tumblr.com/poniesaregaay Gay ponies!

https://outofficial.tumblr.com/ Official blog of Out Magazine.

https://www.tumblr.com/assignedmale LGBTQ webcomic with a focus on trans issues

[hungriestofbears]

A year ago, I met up with my university's reform rabbi and a group of friends to go out to Brooklyn for a multi-congregational Simchat Torah event. I was excited. But then we received the news about the attack.

I was sitting in the shuel numb, eating food somehow, watching orthodox students dancing and laughing because they didn't know. When we arrived in Brooklyn, it was a somber service with no dancing. I was wondering if my friends and family in Israel weren't responding because of the chag, or something worse I couldn't let myself think about. As October progressed, my Jewish friends and I experienced more blatant antisemitism in Manhattan. Slurs, spitting at us, throwing coins. Every day, I waited for the bus by a huge wall covered in hostage posters that were torn down every day, and replaced every morning without fail. I stared at the graffitied facts of elderly Holocaust survivors, girls my age, children.

As many Holocaust survivors are still alive, so are the Nazis that tried to genocide us, and all the goyim who stood by and watched and let it happen. Their ideology is not dead and it feeds the propoganda of the Pro Palestine movement. The world has grown comfortable using anti Zionism as a cover for antisemitism when 90% of Jews are Zionist, and their hate only proves to us more why we need Israel as a safe haven. They can choose to ignore the news they want, to call the news that they disagree with all lies and the news they want to believe as all 100% true - but that will never change the truth. That Jews predate their Christianity and Islam, and many have tried to wipe us off the face of the earth and they won't succeed now. We have survived and we are survivors and we will continue to survive however much they don't want us to. Am yisrael chai and bring the hostages home at any cost necessary.

[1-800-local-slut]

Hi, I was just wondering if you were able to write a klaus x black!reader story based on the video that I will put a link for on here. It’s just I don’t see too many blogs that write for black readers on here and yours just happen to be one of my favorites. The scene is from a show called Empire.

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8USmuBM/

Peaches

I LOVE me some Empire and I love you for this ask, this is one of my favorite scenes from the show! Thank you so much for this ask and for reading my stuff, I really appreciate it. I'm sorry this took so long, I had it planned out but then school started giving me hell </3. I gave the reader the nickname Peaches for this as well, I hope you like it <333. Also please let me know if this was how you wanted it, if not I can always rewrite it.

Klaus is invited to take a bite out of a peach

Klaus Mikaelson x Black! Fem! Witch! Reader

Reader is Klaus's witch friend, and she goes to handle some negotiations for him. She has a bit too much fun during negotiations and here comes Klaus to the rescue.

I am so sorry this took so long my darling, whenever my writing takes a dip, its because my mental state drops like really bad. I was in a bad place for a while bbg, and I hope this makes up for it <3

Warnings: Drinking, witch reader, reader does a drinking game with some witches, reader gets attacked for like two seconds, reader is attacked, reader is horny, reader is nicknamed Peaches, I didn't give a lot of background for how Klaus and Peaches know each other, this is a bit short, allusions to smut, reader is a bit questionable, smutty thoughts, reader is thick

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Under the low lights of the bar, the vibrant rhythm of blues and laughter lingered in the air, the cool night breeze blowing over her. Drunk people stood outside the bar with her, laughing and talking to each other. Among them, Peaches found herself deep in the pit of intoxication.

The music thumped behind her, her head throbbing with the beat. She giggled to herself, clutching her purse and adjusting the strap around her shoulder.

It had been an hour of negotiations. Klaus had once again had some sort of issue with a coven. He dropped her off two hours ago and asked her to do her best to ensure things went their way. After all, she didn't just help Klaus out for free. She did just that.

After finishing off a bottle of Pink Whitney, she won a victory and secured some allegiance for Klaus (mostly for herself). She was holding on to a wall next to her for support.

The Earth spun beneath her feet as she groaned to herself. How did she let herself get so drunk? Sure, she was technically just doing something for Klaus, but letting herself get wasted when there were so many different things to do before the sun rose? Irresponsible.

Then again, being friends with Klaus and doing magic for him wasn't the most responsible action. When it came to Klaus, she couldn't stop herself. She was an abomination to other witches, a servant of nature who consistently did whatever for her own personal gain, even if that meant working with Klaus.

He encouraged her in ways that were detrimental to those around them. He made her feel untouchable. His actions created a safe haven for the witch, a place where she could be free to chase all of her ambitions to the fullest with no judgment. She was born with these powers. Gifted even. Why should she not use them how she sees fit? Klaus taught her that when they first met. In a way, he freed her.

As she staggered past the walls littered with graffiti and cigarette butts, she looked around at the bright lights of New Orleans. The city Klaus seemed to fight tooth and nail for. Footsteps crunched behind her, and her head snapped around to see a young woman and a man giggling against a wall. Sighing and shaking her head, she turned around.

She wished that was her. Her with Klaus. In a way, Klaus was her perfect match. He understood her, helped her in any way he could, and in exchange, she helped him. It helped a lot that he was so handsome. His large hands around hers when he would have such a simple conversation with her.

The way he'd stare into her eyes with a knowing smirk, like he knew she was silently pining over him. Like he could see each memory of her running her hands over her body to thoughts of him. He would smile when she would boldly flirt back with him like he was daring her to flirt with him.

She wanted to feel his giant hands on her breasts instead of her own. He'd be whispering sweet nothings in her ear with that sexy accent. What if she called him right now? Or texted him to see if it was all in her imagination. Shit, she was way drunker than she thought; her thoughts wouldn't usually run this rampant.

Chuckling to herself, she stopped her trek to... God only knows where she was going. She just wanted out of that bar and that alley. Silly. She felt so silly? Her eyelids felt so heavy but also so light. Her body was buzzing, and she had an overwhelming urge to dance. On Klaus.

Aggressive footsteps pounded behind her, and just before she could turn, there was a man shoving into her. It was quick. Before she could give an aneurysm, before she could even blink or anything, he was on her. One moment she was dreaming about grinding up against her close friend.

Fuck, why did she drink so much? There was a man pushing her against a wall with such great force it made her head spin.

"MUGGER! MUGGER!" She wailed, jamming her fist into his back, although it wasn't working. Okay, being drunk in the dark alleyways of NOLA? Not a great idea. Carrying an expensive purse? Even worse of an idea. To be fair, running around with Klaus makes her practically invulnerable to any supernatural creatures. Humans, she more often forgets about.

With a grunt, he tossed her back into the wall, attempting to shake her purse free of her grip.

"Imma kill you, you picked the wrong one!" She screeched, in her drunken state deciding it would be easier to fight off a man far bigger than her. She put her free hand up and made a fist, socking the man in his jaw.

"You stupid motherfucker." She slurred, as she heard a whoosh close to her. Was she about to get jumped? The last thing she needed was to be jumped and probably murdered, seeing as she was too drunk to remember any spells right now. But when they came back, she was gonna get them.

With a grunt, the man was thrown off her and all her weight was free to fall. She fell into a pair of strong arms, hearing a familiar chuckle.

"Someone's out of sorts." Thank God. It was Klaus and his sexy leather jacket. And his sexy voice. Klaus was just sexy in general.

"Hey sexy." She giggled, Klaus lifting her off her feet and turning her body around so he could lift her. He was carrying her, cradling her tenderly while she giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck.

She silently thanked that mugger.

"Where did you come from? The strip club? Were you shaking it all night, Klaus?" Klaus laughed boisterously, his head tilting back. She could see every part of his beautiful body from the shoulders up. He smelled like blood and his signature cologne. The cologne that she's imagined spraying over herself or the scent enveloping her as Klaus's warm body engulfed hers.

Leather, like his jacket. Oak, like the wood of trees, musk, and something spicy. Like he was standing in the spice section of Stop and Shop. There was no point in trying to hide the sniff she took of him, which had Klaus jump. He was strangely silent, considering he never shut his ass up.

"What are you doing?" Klaus asked the woman who had a grip on his jacket. Her nose tickled him, and she could feel his stubble rubbing on her face. He just felt so good, that she couldn't help the soft moan escaping her full lips.

"Now, when I get drunk I'm 'attempting to hide from my deep emotional issues,' but when you do it, it's fine?"

"That's because you suck, but when I'm drunk you look soooo good. I just wanna take a bite out of you." She nipped his neck, all of her senses gone. There was nothing she could really do anymore.

Klaus had a way of getting under her skin, when she really wanted him in her.

"Don't do that." He scolded playfully, and pushed her head away. He began to walk towards wherever he came from, and she moaned. She wanted to go dance with Klaus in

Or skipping all of that and just getting plowed outside the club.

"Where did you even come from? You watching my body, Klaus? That's okay, I want you to keep your eyes on me." She grinned lazily and poked Klaus in his nose when he grunted and rolled her eyes. He adjusted her in his arms, and she smiled softly. He was just so gentle.

"Someone had to make sure you weren't being kidnapped and sold off. I can't just leave my favorite witch out here all alone in the cold, Peaches. What type of man would I be?" Klaus grinned, pushing some of her hair from her eyes.

"A bitch," she spat with distaste. Then she started dragging a nail up and down his chest while looking up dreamily into his eyes.

"But you're not a bitch, you're a sexy beast. I'm not even kidding." Klaus sighed as they approached the car. He chuckled down at the drunk witch whom he affectionately nicknamed Peaches.

"Peach, you're very drunk." Placing her body down against the car for a second while he fought to open the door and keep her from falling.

"You know why they call me Peach?" She asked, whispering in his ear up close. Her lips dangerously close to her ear, as she gripped him by his wrist.

"Yes, I nicknamed you that because you're sweet. Like a peach." Did Klaus know better than to try and rationalize with the wasted, but he couldn't help himself. Every chance at conversation with her, he took.

"No, it's because of this." She brought Klaus's hand down on her clothed ass. The soft flesh was being warmed by Klaus's large hand. It sent a heat through her entire body. It wasn't the first time Klaus had ever grabbed her ass. Casual friendship things for the two of them. Still, he jumped, and attempted to worm his hand away after he gave two squeezes.

"I'm flattered Peach, but you're a bit too gone for me right now." He began loading her into the car, while her arms locked around his neck.

"Yeahhh, I'm Peach. Did you name me Peaches because of this ass?" She almost moaned. Klaus now had her laying on her back in the car, and she threw one of her legs onto his shoulders.

"No, I told you why I named you that silly." She sighed and tossed her head back while inhaling the leather interior of the seats.

"Take a bite out of me since I'm suuuuuch a peach." She droned, sarcastically. In truth, Peaches did want Klaus to take a bite out of her.

Pushing her legs down, Klaus tried to get her legs into the car.

"Peaches, as beautiful as you are I do need to drive us home." He chuckled, and she groaned before breaking into a fit of giggles. It was infectious and spreading through her entire being; she couldn't stop.

Blue eyes flickered to the front seat, and it dawned on her then Klaus probably had someone drive him to come get her. It was night, and if he was conducting business all day, he was certainly too lazy to do it himself.

Klaus was staring down at her. A desire that Klaus couldn't hide no matter how hard he tried. His eyes glued to her thighs and the smooth skin of her legs. He could probably see her underwear from there but she didn't even care. Klaus allowed himself a squeeze of his Peach, and she let out a soft sigh.

"Just...just..." She broke into more nonsensical giggles.

"Are you alright?" Elijah's smooth voice broke the tension in the back. The tension between the two. Slowly but surely, she was bringing him too the edge of his self-control. It makes sense now that the usually animalistic Klaus wasn't all over her like he usually would be. Klaus was with his brother, who probably wasn't in the mood for his horny antics. But Peaches was.

"Oh Elijah! Hi, I want your brother to take a bite out of this peach. Wouldn't you want some of this?" She teased, rolling onto her side and making eye contact with Elijah through the rearview mirror.

Elijah took a moment, as if he was loading, and then broke into a deep laugh.

"I can't say I wouldn't partake if given the chance." He nodded, as Klaus scowled at Elijah.

"See? Elijah would partake. Come take a piece of this." She ushered flirtatiously through laughter. Klaus shook his head and rolled onto his side.

"Elijah, whether he likes to admit it or not, would sleep with any black woman who breathed in his direction." Klaus rolled her eyes as he slid into the passenger's seat after finally shutting the door. She stretched and rolled back onto her back and stretched.

"Don't throw up back there." Klaus warned, clearly amused at her drunk antics.

"Shut up." She grumbled as she prepared to fall into a horny sleep. If Klaus wasn't gonna take a bite, what was even the point of staying awake? After a yawn, she rolled over and dosed off to dreams of Klaus giving into that animalistic look from early.

[bullet-prooflove]

A quick round up of updates on the blog including new characters added to the ASK LIST and a list of fics that went out last week:

New characters were added to the ask list this week:

Rip Wheeler (Yellowstone)

Travis Wheatley (Yellowstone)

Ryan (Yellowstone)

Walker (Yellowstone)

New Fics:

Chicago Med:

Olive Branch - Dean tries to reach out after a disagreement.

Chicago PD:

You Were Beautiful  (Antonio Dawsno x Reader)

Haven:

"Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see" (Dwight Hendrickson x Reader)

Marvel:

Rough (NSFW) - Sometimes you need it a little rough from Frank.

The Musketeers:

Best Kept Secret - Aramis's best kept secret.

Your Love Is All I Know - Porthos has never known a love like yours.

I Couldn't Hate Her if I Tried - Aramis can't bring himself to hate you.

NCIS:

Red Rag - Sawyer finds away to piss off Nick.

SEAL Team:

Jujube - Sonny thinks of you when he's trapped in the torpedo tube.

Hammer: You realise you can't give Brock what he wants.

SOA:

Crime Wave - David informs you that you've accidently started a crime wave with your graffiti.

Distraction (NSFW) - David distracts you from your routine.

Art School - David brings flowers to your art show.

Feminism (feat: Jax Teller) - Jax reflects on the reason he cut you loose and your new relationship with Hale.

Girl With The Crooked Smile - You have reservations when you and David step into the light for the first time.

Show Me - Things get a little heated when David picks you up.

Orbit - David will do anything to keep you out of Jax Teller's orbit.

Top Gun Maverick:

TheGeneral!Series Part Three: Choices - Beau and you discuss your choices moving forward.

Will Trent:

Trying!Series Part Four: Two Months - Will comes home to a surprise after two months undercover.

Yellowstone:

Summer (NSFW) - Ryan enjoys a moment with you in the summer sun.

Thrill of the Chase (NSFW) - Rip has always loved the thrill of the chase.

Clover - Rip comforts you.

Bronco - Travis falls in love when he sees you riding Bronco.

The Closest Thing To I Love You (NSFW) - Travis and you send the night together.

I'm Not Jealous, I Just Want Him Dead - (Travis Wheatley x Reader)

[2kverrr]

STEPH GINGRICH - That Smile is Poison

LIFE IS STRANGE || Steph Gingrich x Reader

Summary: You and Steph have been apart for years after leaving Blackwell, and a return is due. (5218 Words)

Another day of reminiscing for one Steph Gingrich, clearing up the mess customers and herself had made throughout the bright day of New Year's Eve.

Mikey's a plane ticket away that she simply couldn't afford nor bring herself to consider the possibility. Chloe's gone, Rachel's gone - Which she still couldn't accept, even after being years. You've gone off the fucking radar ever since leaving Blackwell; to put it in a candid and straightforward style, she's ignoring what her life used to be. She's got new friends - Great friends. She loves her job, though it comes with some very prominent negatives.

She's stuck in a cycle of nostalgia and longing for the past, unable to move forward or fully let go of those who have left her behind. The weight of their absence hangs heavy on her heart, a constant reminder of what once was and what could have been. Steph knows she needs to break free from this pattern, to find a way to live in the present and embrace the future without being held back by the ghosts of her past. But it's easier said than done, and as she eyes up the champagne bottle resting teasingly on the low wooden side table outside her studio, she can't help but feel like she's expecting something from Haven Springs, a piece of something she's still unconsciously searching for.

Was it the attention from the roaring crowds whilst rocking it with her best friend?

Could it be being so far away from her family? So far away from the people who knew how to cure her isolation.

Maybe as much as Blackhell fit it's nickname (given by Blackwell's finest, Chloe Price), there could be a slither of a chance that the school meant something to her. School hadn't come easy for Steph, bullies, only a handful of friends, teachers who had taught her for three years and not even knowing her name. What could it be?

It was the people, she knew this all along but refused to believe it. Blackwell in her mind was a living hell, she couldn't comprehend that through all this torture, which people like to call high school, there was something positive after all.

An odd group, but surprisingly pleasant.Herself and Mikey: The two geeks who spent most of their time playing pretend. Chloe: the 0-fuck-given badass who stormed her way through any problem she faced. Of course, there was Rachel: Blackwell's superstar, famous by the students and admirable by the teachers, it was an honour to Steph for her to stand within 10 feet of their bench. And you: the single most lovable person Steph had ever met. You never failed to make her laugh or smile, even when faced with demons of Blackwell, such as Victoria Chase or her minions, you'd beam your pearly whites and charm anyone and everyone into sharing the same smile.

You don't exactly remember how you met Steph, you'd pretty much spoken to everyone at Blackwell at least once. You only seem to remember being as close as ever with her.

Steph remembers, she's good at taking notice of the little things, it's one of the things you liked about her.

- - - - - - - - - - 11/04/2008

'Fuckkk. Where is Mikey? I look like such a dork on my own.'

Steph sits on her and Mikey's signature bench awaiting her friend's arrival, DnD equipment already laid out amongst the graffitied wooden table as students walk by and spare an intrigued glance that screams judgment to the ginger girl.

She taps her foot impatiently, scanning the courtyard for any sign of Mikey. Distracting her from her impatient surveying, Elamon's character sheet flies along with a gust of wind, off the table and flurrying away from the girl. As if it were fate, you walked past and stuck out your foot to stop the paper after noticing the girl's brief worry. You pick up the paper, give it a quick scan,

"Oh! Is this that- um, what's it called?" You conflict with yourself as you hand the paper over.

Steph returns quietly, expecting the worst of you, "It's an RPG game."

She's seen you around before, that she's sure of. You were the exchange student who hung out with Rachel, which seemed obvious, you're the opposite of what Steph is, you know how to hold yourself, socially and physically, and you're deemed attractive through social status and appearance, clearly worthy enough to be Rachel's friend. She jogs her memory, briefly seeing you converse with Victoria but soon doubts herself immediately. How could somebody so kind tolerate being in the same room as the Ice Queen?

"Cool, how d'you play?" You question, your interest anything but faux.

Steph looks down at her fiddling thumbs, debating on letting you in slightly, but she falters. "It's-um- really complicated, and long- really long." She looks up with an apologetic face, "Sorry."

She was cold and quite distant but you didn't give up, "How about you give me a game? That's only if you want." You suggest, with and shy but hopeful smile on your face, Steph soon realised that from this moment your smile would be a pain in her ass. "I'm a quick learner Stephanie."

You knew her name.

She couldn't fathom what was happening at that moment, usually, people walk past and silently giggle with their friends or shoot a snare without knowing a single thing about her, but you didn't, you had this aura that imaged your care for people, it stood out from anybody else. It gave her no other option besides to accept your offer despite the risk of becoming a blushing mess.

After that first game, you and Steph quickly became inseparable. You spent hours talking about your favourite books, movies, and music. You shared inside jokes and made plans for future adventures. It was like you had known each other forever.

- - - - - - - - - -

And ever since that day, Steph considered you a friend. But deep down, Steph knew that her feelings for you went beyond friendship. Every time you smiled at her, every time you laughed at her corny jokes, her heart skipped a beat. You couldn't deny the growing attraction she felt towards you. She kept her feelings hidden, burying them deep down hoping that one day you'd magically return all feelings. But you didn't, you left, like everybody does after high school.

Steph knew your plans for the future, join the military, travel the world, get some life experience then finally settle down.

You'd been to Oman, El Salvador, Finland, and South Africa showcasing aircraft and participating in charity work. You'd almost forgotten you're life before the military, but you simply couldn't, you too had heard about Rachel's and Chloe's passing and it lingered over your head like a dark stormy cloud that spat at you whenever you'd verge on peace.

You've always been one to face your problems head-on, you have to confront the pain that occurs each year when a news report reminds you of the tragic events in Arcadia Bay. You couldn't keep running from the memories, from the guilt that weighed heavily on your shoulders.

So, you made a decision. You booked a flight back home, back to where it all began.

- - - - - - - - - - 03/23/2009

"Suck it, losers!" Chloe belted after rolling a solid 19 on the D20, "I... I grab the slimy dwarf by its neck, I don't say a single word, I just squeeze and squeeze and SQUEEZE."

Mikey's face drops in disgust whilst Steph's forms into an amused grin, "Calamastia's scare tactic worked like a charm, the dwarf horde drop their sharpened branches and scattery in a scurry, leaving one dwarf, on the floor - dead." She narrates as she knocks over the 5 dwarf figurines and scoops 4 off the bench.

But as she focused on her next move, she couldn't help but feel a sense of distraction creeping in. It was you, approaching with your trademark smile on your face, causing her heart to skip a beat. As you drew closer, Steph's attention wavered, her role of game master momentarily forgotten as she found herself captivated by your presence. Your eyes met hers, sparking a connection that sent a rush of warmth through her veins.

"Damn it!" Mikey exclaims, aggressively eyeing down the 3 he'd rolled against one vengeful dwarf that remained.

"Hey guys," Rachel beamed, taking a seat next to Chloe on Mikey's side of the bench, ", so where do Y/n and I come into this?" Yours and Rachel's arrival brought a welcome distraction. Chloe smiled warmly at Rachel and you, happy to have more friends joining in on their game..

You slide into the space to the left of Steph, your hand brushing her shoulder while you continue to wear your smile. Steph looks up at you, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "Hey Y/n, glad you could make it!" she whispers, returning the physical touch you'd continued before turning her attention back to the game.

You could just about keep up with the game, you'd been given the class of 'Rogue', and you forgot your name months ago but didn't want to ask in fear you'd somehow offend her. But the game carries on, you quite enjoyed watching a master at her work, Steph's like some sort of genius, she knows everything about each character and all the possibilities.

Now and then, Steph would glance over at you, a small smile playing on her lips and a blush flurry throughout her cheeks whenever you'd return the eye contact, almost as if she'd been caught. It made your heart race just a little bit faster each time. It's unfamiliar but not all too bad.

- - - - - - - - - -

First was the Two Whales Diner, on entry, it was unusually empty, only the same police officer sat on a barstool along with a truck driver a few seats along. Only one booth was occupied by what looked like a couple of kids from Blackwell, obviously skipping class.

That was a common hobby of mine and Chloe's, we didn't know each other all that well, but we were the only ones out of the group drastically failing everything. It was weirdly bonding and odd, but nice, we'd just chat shit and vent. The blue-haired girl would go on about how David had now left a toothbrush in her bathroom and I'd complain about getting suspended for something you totally did do.

You two could just hate life together, it was soothing, something you missed.

Treading towards the surface amongst the barstools, you scan the room for any sign of Joyce. Nada. Maybe she's round the back.

You lean up against the surface that still adorned the same old carvings we all left over Christmas.

'bah humbug - mikey, chloe, y/n, reach, stephanie (it's steph)(it's not)'

You giggle at the memory before your attention is drawn towards the familiar waitress uniform, "Hey Y/n! Long time no see kiddo." But as you look up, a wave of disappointment washes over you as you don't see the blonde, kind-faced older woman, instead met with one of her closest work friends.

"Hey Judy, how are you?"

She tilts her head with a smile and nudges your arm, "I'm same as ever, darling. Clearly, you're doing better! Look at you, all tough and militant."

This isn't what you're here for, "Sorry to cut this short Jude, but I really need Joyce, do you know whether she's around? It's pretty urgent."

Judy's face slowly falls, "Oh honey, Joyce hasn't been around for a while. Chloe's death took quite the toll on her, not heard from her In months."

You briefly thank Judy for the information and bid her goodbye, quickly making your way out of the diner, your mind racing with thoughts of Joyce and what she could be going through after years had passed.

- - - - - - - - - -

Parked right around the corner from the Amber household, you take a deep breath recalling that pang of guilt and regret you were punched in the chest with at the news. Rachel was your best friend, someone you've got to care for, support, protect. You did none of that, in fact, you suspected nothing and let her die.

About 4 months after she'd gone missing, that's when you decided to leave and start your basic training. You dropped off the belongings she'd left at her house to her parents, a cardigan, an extremely flamboyant pen that had feathers sticking out of it (which screamed Rachel), and her bag that contained a book. This book, you'd always assumed it was her diary and refused to read it let alone even touch it for more than 15 seconds.

As you sit in your rental, staring at the street that leads to the Amber household, you finally build up the courage to get out, one last gulp and then you release your tight grip on the wheel and hop out of the car.

You know that returning her diary was the right thing to do, but it also serves as a painful reminder of your shortcomings as a friend. What if giving that back sooner could've saved her? You wish you could turn back time and be there for Rachel in her time of need, but all you can do now is try to make amends in whatever way possible.

Approaching the front of the house, you recognise something out of place, one or two signs, their brightness contrasting the cool tone of the house. As you get closer you make out the 'SOLD' signs, if it were appropriate you would scream in the air out of annoyance, but still, you walk up to the door and knock, just in case there is a chance in hell, heaven and earth at least one Amber would be there.

3 Knocks.

Another 4.

With a deep exhale you turn around, debating why you even came back, it was such a waste of time and soul. You might as well just go bac-

"Um... Hello? Can I help you?" A deep voice questions.

You turn back around to see a tall, rugged man standing in the doorway. His piercing blue eyes seem to look right through you as he waits for your response. You clear your throat and stammer out, "I-I was just... looking for a husband and wife, James and Rose Amber. Are they here?"

The man's expression softens slightly as he shakes his head. "Sorry, no Ambers here. This place was sold a few weeks ago." You feel a pang of disappointment but try to hide it as you thank him and turn to leave.

At this point you could only think of one more person in Arcadia Bay, it couldn't exactly be the closure you needed but it's close enough.

Sera Gearhardt: Rachel had mentioned her a few times after discovering her whole family scandal. Her mom isn't her mom, so her 'mom' is fake, but her dad is still with her fake mom while he cheats on said fake mom with real mom. Real mom comes back but Dad says no even though having an affair with real mom behind fake mom. Fake mom is aware of real mom and has been from the beginning.

Makes sense right? You met her once, briefly, by accident, you were a tad bit (1 hour) early to your get absolutely shit-faced sesh. Seemed nice, knew your name, not too much to tell.

- - - - - - - - - - 05/21/2010

To Steph, I overlook all, yet too far for the eye to see A wide body of water, if you really wish to seek me I look far and can be seen from afar I actually fucking give up, I'm by the lighthouse - Y/n

Steph's eyes light up like a Christmas tree at the thought of the two of you alone, in the most romantic spot in shitty Arcadia Bay.

The lighthouse had always been a place of quiet intimacy with its sweeping views of the ocean and the salty air whipping around you. It was where she'd imagined you two sharing your first kiss, a clumsy, awkward fumble, but somehow almost endearing. Now, with the words of your note burning in her mind, she felt a surge of anticipation.

She'd thought about things like this a lot but each time she would shut it down, realising how delusional she sounded.

So Steph took the bus to the shoreline and began the short walk. As she reached the top, the lighthouse stood tall and proud, its beam slicing through the fading light. There you were, silhouetted against the setting sun, your hair tousled by the wind.

"You actually found me," you say sarcastically, a cheeky grin spreading across your face. Steph felt a warmth spread through her body, a mix of relief and joy. "Yeah, you made it really difficult. Why couldn't you just send a text?" You chuckled, your voice rough with emotion. "Just thought you'd enjoy if I made it a bit mysterious. Clearly, it didn't work too well on my behalf."

As she walked towards you, the silence between you filled with unspoken words, the weight of your recent struggles hanging in the air like a storm cloud. "Um- well." "I'm being held back a year," you mumbled, your gaze fixed on the turbulent sea below. "I don't know whether it's because I'm lagging behind or whether it's because of the exchange thing. Either way, it's pissed me right off."

"I... I'm so sorry-," she managed to just about say before you interrupted her. You interrupt, shrugging with that smile twisting your lips. "-Don't apologise, Steph." You sigh deeply, "It just ruined a few plans is all." Steph knew you were trying to be nonchalant, but she saw right through it. The disappointment, the frustration, the irritation - it was all there in your eyes.

She knew those 'plans' were more than just a few. They were dreams, aspirations, and hopes for a future filled with adventures and possibilities. The exchange program messed up your education more than you can handle to even explain. You're impatient now, having to wait another year, well that's what it seemed.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I didn't bring you up here to go all 'Woe is me' on you, " You both chuckle, knocking into each other, "You're leaving this year, so I thought we'd better make the most of it."

You reach into your jacket pocket pulling out two pathetically made string bracelets, "They're not exactly a masterpiece," You hold out the two on one hand, one green, one red, "Feel free to throw them into the sea and me with them if this is too much, Steph. But I wanted you to know you're a really good friend, y'know."

"To another year with Victoria!" Steph toasts, picking up the red bracelet and knocking it to the green, despite the gut-wrenching pain of being friendzoned.

That damn smile, how could she resist?

- - - - - - - - - -

Why has Sera disappeared off the face of the earth? You scroll and search through your phone searching up anything and everything relating to the woman and the Amber family, but all that appeared was your best friend’s death.

Lay down in the back seats of your rental car, you stare into roofing, how the fuck are you still here but not Chloe and Rachel? Why the two of them? At one point you considered paying the Prescott family a visit, hell even Nathan in the psych ward or wherever he is. But your senses soon saved the day preventing you from doing anything that'd make you lose your job.

You drop your phone onto your chest, letting your arms hang upwards, reaching out. You're still here, you spend a few seconds surveying every millimetre of your hands, and then down your left wrist, twisting it slowly. Then finally the right, the bracelet.

You don't really remember ever keeping that bracelet on, it was a weird feeling.

You tried to dismiss it, to convince yourself it was just a silly trinket, a meaningless gesture from one friend to another. Yet, the more you tried to ignore it, the more its presence gnawed at your mind.

As you look at it you feel its teasing, you can imagine the stupid single pieces of thread pointing and laughing at how pathetic your attempts at reconnecting with your past are. The bracelet felt like a burden, a constant reminder of what you had lost.

But you couldn't let go of the bracelet, not yet. You needed it, even if it felt like a cruel joke, a constant reminder of what you could never have, it felt wrong.

So you pull out your phone again and ring Steph's old number, you hadn't called her for what? 2/3 years? Y/n you dickhead.

Caller: Um... Hello?

Y/n: Hey, sorry to be a nuisance, does this number still belong to Steph?

Caller: No, it doesn't. Goodby-

Fuck my life. When is it going to end? Why am I getting nothing?

The only other solution you could think of at that moment would be calling Mikey, but honestly, what are the chances? So, again, you pull out your phone, linger your thumb over his name and eventually call.

Caller: Hey?

Y/n: Is this Mikey?

Caller: Oh heavens! Is that Y/n L/n?

- - - - - - - - - -

A couple of hours passed, and Mikey filled you in on both Steph's and his own situation, he was really intrigued by how you'd spent Christmas in the army (but you had to disappoint him by informing him you weren't at war and didn't have to spend every single moment at base), and you even got the chance to speak to Drew after years.

It was quite emotional, however you'd never let anyone know, but now you knew where Steph was after all this time. Haven Springs, Colorado.

17-hour drive? Fuck that, looks like another plane ride is in order.

- - - - - - - - - - 10/09/2009

"So... I'm basically a ninja?" You query, Steph fed up with your stupid questions, "Don't look at me like that! Okay, whatever, I'm a Rogue."

Steph nods her head slowly with a teasing grin.

"Rachel is a, um- Claric?" You raise one eyebrow towards the ginger girl.

Steph debates letting you off, shaking her head side to side biting her lip, "Cleric, but close enough. Carry on."

You quickly exhale and lean back onto Steph's bed, "Steph I'm done with this, why can't I just wing it?"

"Because even Chloe knows her shit, you don't!"

You roll your eyes, sitting up a little bit with crossed arms, 'Chloe? Seriously?' you scoff, unable to contain your incredulousness. "Chloe, the girl who can't tell Poland from Indonesia? She's got it figured out, but I don't?"

Steph raises her hands in surrender, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Hey, don't underestimate Chloe," she says, "she's got a surprising amount of street smarts. And besides, she's got the whole 'magic is easy peasy' thing going on. You, on the other hand, have the grace of Bambi trying to walk on a tightrope."

You groan, sinking back onto the bed. The truth stung, but it was undeniable. You, the self-proclaimed master of 'winging it,' had somehow landed yourself in a situation where you desperately needed to learn the basics. You were supposed to be saving the world, but you couldn't even tell a spell from a chant. "Fine, fine," you relent, deflated. "But only because I have to. What do I need to know?" Steph, ever patient, pulls out a worn notebook and a battered copy of 'The Beginner's Guide to D&D Characters'. "First things first-"

"No. No, no, no! If I cook you dinner will you give it a rest?" You offer in an attempt to save yourself from further mental pain.

Steph laughs until she realises you're being serious, "Wait, you'll actually cook me dinner?" She furrows her eyebrows, "You can cook?"

'Yes, I can cook,' you admit begrudgingly. "And it's the least I can do to spare myself this torture." Steph's eyes light up with anticipation. "Deal. But remember, you're not getting off that easy. After dinner, we're hitting the books hard." A groan escapes your lips as you acknowledge the inevitable. But deep down, you know Steph is right. It's time to embrace the basics and shed the illusion of your so-called 'mastery.'

Steph gave into temptation and spat out the lingering question, "Is this a date?" She blurted out and immediately regretted it, her face flushing from her neck to the tops of her cheeks.

Your head tilts and your face softens with a smile, "If you'd like," You get up from your seat and stretch out a hand towards her, "I do love a gorgeous geek."

With grinning faces, you both head toward the kitchen, determined to both nourish your body and, begrudgingly, your mind. As you rummage through cabinets and flick on the stove, you can't help but wonder if this culinary diversion will be sufficient to postpone the dreaded onslaught of 'The Beginner's Guide to D&D Characters.'

- - - - - - - - - -

New Year's Eve and you're out chasing the past, how sad. It's late at this point, you accidentally fell asleep in the waiting room for the coach to Haven Springs, leading to you having to take the later one. Steph's probably out with her new friends celebrating.

You step off the bus and onto the gravelly road, praying she'd magically be waiting for you.

You walk past an old-fashioned pub, 'The Black Lantern' is lit up from the inside, music playing, and voices humming loudly. There were numerous shops, hiking, smoke, ice cream; but there it was. If Mikey was right, Steph should work in a record store as some sort of DJ.

It's pitch black, and only the tall dark streetlights illuminate small flickery sections of the village, it was quaint and charming, fitting.

You stand outside of the shop for a few seconds. The lights are on, You could've sworn you saw a shadowed figure through the vague light, with each passing moment you pussied out more, it was now or never.

3 Knocks.

The door opens, "Can I he- Fuck me! Y/n?" The still ginger girl exclaimed with disbelief, her eyes darting from eye to eye to ear to leg to shoulder, for a moment you thought she was having a stroke but she soon stepped aside to let you up the stairs.

As soon as you got up to the 2nd and final step she enveloped you into a bear hug, something she wasn't too fond of the last time you'd seen her. "I can't believe you're actually here."

Steph's mind was all over the place, she'd met with her high school crush who she thought she'd moved on from, clearly, she hadn't because the first thought in her head when she opened that door was - 'Oh my god, this is fate'.

Here the pang of guilt hit you harder than ever, "I've missed you, I'm sorry for not seeing you or - shit even calling you sooner." It's a shit apology, but you're sure you'll make it up.

"I missed you too," Steph returned shyly, "How come you're here? How did you know I was here?"

You lean up against the register counter, taking in Steph's workplace and home, taking in Steph, she was a little bit taller, and still wore a beanie wherever she went, boots? They're new. "It's a bit of a long story," You begin, ", but Mikey told me."

Steph looks like an excited puppy, "You can tell me another time, yeah? You're staying, right?", she can't hide the excitement in her voice, and you know you can’t disappoint her. Taking another deep breath, you nod.

"You know," Steph starts, clearly hesitant and still debating over her next words, "High school Steph would be going feral right now. She used to have a bit of a crush on you."Steph fiddles her fingers, looking down at her hands awaiting the silence's end.

You try to hold back a smile in a pathetic attempt, "Yeah, I think I got the hint."

You watch her, her hands moving with practised ease, her focus laser sharp. It's like a different version of her, the one you remember from high school, but more mature, more confident. 'What about you?" she asks suddenly, her eyes meeting yours. "Did you have a crush on me back then?" The question catches you off guard. You were always good at hiding your feelings, and you'd never let on how deeply you felt for her. "Maybe," you answer finally, a smile playing on your lips, "Maybe a little." A blush creeps up Steph's cheeks, and you notice a small dimple appear on her chin. You're suddenly aware of how close you are, the scent of coffee and cinnamon swirling around you. The air feels electric, charged with unspoken possibilities. "So," Steph says, her voice barely a whisper, "What are you doing here, really?"

"It-" Before you can excuse yourself from explaining yourself, you're saved by the roaring crowd outside, you assume they're beginning the countdown. Steph immediately races off and returns with a bottle of champagne, "Been saving that for this moment?"

"Of course I have." She shrugs sarcastically, popping the bottle just as the countdown reaches 1 the cork pops with a satisfying whoosh, and the champagne sprays a fine mist across our faces. We laugh, the sound swallowed by the roar of the crowd from outside as the fireworks begin their ascent.

You each take a turn at chugging the champagne until your face is covered.

Silence eeks between us, heavy with the weight of what's unsaid. Then, unexpectedly, Steph reaches out and takes a step closer. Her hand lands on my cheek, and the touch is electric. "You know," she whispers, her breath warm against my skin, "I don't think I ever lost feelings for you. I always had a thing for your smile."

Your heart leaps to your throat as you gaze into her eyes. The feelings you shared were too intense to be simply extinguished. You lean in, your lips hovering just a breath away from hers. 'I never stopped thinking about you,' you murmur. Your lips meet in a kiss that is both familiar and intoxicating. It's new but so normal and calculated. The fireworks continue to explode overhead, painting the sky in vibrant hues. It's as if the universe itself is celebrating this reunion.

You turn Steph around and push her against the register counter, her back pressed against the cool wood, her arms circling your waist, you feel the echoes of your past in every inch of her closeness. The kiss deepens, and neither of you can get enough, this made up for the 5 years of what you both craved but just simply couldn't get.

You break apart for a brief moment, breathless and flushed, your foreheads resting against each other. Her eyes, the same deep emerald green you remembered, sparkle with an emotion that mirrors your own. 'I can't believe this is happening,' she whispers, her voice thick with a mixture of disbelief and longing.

'Me neither,' you breathe, your finger tracing the curve of her cheek, familiarising the feel of her skin under your touch. The kiss resumes, this time more urgent, more desperate. It's a desperate attempt to reclaim the lost time, to make up for all the moments they missed. She tastes like summer nights and laughter, like the sweet promise of something beautiful and forbidden. With each touch, each sigh, each fleeting glance, your heart rekindles a fire that had long been dormant.

"Happy New Year, Stephanie." You tease

"Shush."

[somedaylazysomeday]

Good Intentions Part Fifteen

Silco decides to test your new ability to publicly interact. For his own benefit, of course.

Rating: Mature, Explicit, 18+. Minors do not interact!

Word Count: 6,400

Warnings: Ongoing references to sex as a form of payment, semi-consensual voyeurism, handjobs, arguments, threats, oral sex (male receiving), sex toy use, light breath play and choking, squirting.

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You had promised yourself that you would act natural the next time you saw Silco. Things were changing between the two of you, and you hadn’t noticed it until you were far too comfortable with the situation. 

Comfortable. 

You were sleeping with the head Chem Baron, the scourge of the Undercity, and you were comfortable with it. 

It made you sick if you thought too long about how far you had fallen… but you also noticed the way your pulse sped when you thought of him. And you thought of him more often than you would like. Especially now that you knew how he kissed.

Perhaps it was fortunate that you didn’t overthink your next meeting. Or, more accurately, you didn’t have the chance to. No, unlike most of your previous encounters, Silco came to you. 

You were in the middle of your weekly shopping trip for the Haven’s meals when it happened. You always tried to shop when the new shipments of produce came through the HexGates, but so little of it made its way to the Undercity that you had to search for things that wouldn’t rot in a few days. The baskets were cheap and the produce was bruised more often than not, but that day’s shipment looked promising.

As you hefted some fruit in your hand, you glanced over to see Robbie tense up beside you. You straightened to your full height, trying to be ready for whatever was going on. Robbie had been a little paranoid when he first came to the Haven, but as he had settled in, you had noted that he had excellent instincts. 

“What is it?” you asked, letting the peach in your hand fall back into one of the baskets that lined the street. If it was something bad, you would feel better with both hands free. In any case, one of Silco’s security guards had come with you to the market. Boe didn’t cut an imposing figure, but she could handle herself in a fight. You could only hope that she could protect you and Robbie as well. 

“Over there,” Robbie said, jerking his chin down one of the long makeshift aisles of produce.

It took a moment to see what he was trying to point out, then you had to fight not to relax too obviously. Silco was walking down the street. He was barely in view, strolling as casually as if he came to this particular market every week.

He nodded a greeting to one of the produce vendors and they visibly paled. Silco gave a ghost of a smirk in response to that - little more than a tightening of the skin around his eyes, but it made the vendor drop their gaze and rush away.

Robbie stepped slightly ahead of you. He wasn’t standing between you and Silco, but the protectiveness in the gesture was clear. Still, you noted the way Silco’s gaze cooled to something with a threatening edge, and you touched Robbie’s shoulder. He jumped slightly and you murmured an apology. 

“I need to speak with Silco, Robbie.” You didn’t look at him, but you could see his incredulous look from the corner of your eye. “I’ll be fine. If you want to go back to the Haven, you can.” 

“No, I’ll stay,” Robbie decided. “I’ll keep looking for vegetables. Take Boe with you?” 

“Of course,” you agreed. Boe watched you with a secret sort of knowledge in her eyes. 

With a tilt of his head, Silco pointed you toward a secluded area of the marketplace. To be fair, any place where he was ended up secluded as the crowds eagerly drew back from him. But this place had the added benefit of being lined with old fencing, a remnant of the previous Undercity rebellion that had never been removed. Children whispered that one could still find bloodstains under the layers of posters and graffiti. 

You tried to push that out of your mind as you approached the fence, standing uncomfortably as you waited for Silco to sidle his way over.

He finally arrived and you greeted him with, “You couldn’t have hurried at all?”

“No,” he replied, a total lack of caring in his expression. “But you may continue glaring. It puts me at ease.” 

Since you hadn’t been aware that you were glaring, you smoothed the expression from your face. Silco’s lips tilted up in a smirk as he watched the change. 

“Is there a reason for this meeting?” you asked when you were more composed. 

“So sour,” Silco mused, studying the bright yellow fruit he was rotating between his fingers. “I’m surprised you haven’t turned yellow yet.” 

“Charming,” you muttered. After another moment of watching him watch the lemon in his hand, you broke. “Can you please put that down?” 

Silco’s eyes met yours, amusement flaring in their depths. “So much vitriol for such a simple fruit. Do you have such strong hatred for them?” 

“I like lemons, actually,” you informed him. “I just don’t like how much the vendors charge for them here.”

The rarity of lemons was something you hadn’t known to expect in the Undercity, but it made sense after you examined the reasoning behind it. Most produce could be grown fairly easily in the areas around Piltover, or even in the city itself. Lemons could not - some trick of their growing needs made them rare. Or at least more trouble than they were worth. The wealthy Piltover citizens could import their lemons at a steep upcharge and the few pieces of fruit that made their way to the Undercity went through several more markups. 

With a dark brow sharply arched, Silco looked at the lemon once more, then to the sign on the basket that decreed the price. “You consider that expensive?” 

You snatched the lemon from his hand and returned it to the basket. “As thrilling as this conversation is, I’m curious why you’re here. Unless you’re just testing whether our new cover story works?” 

“Partially true,” he acknowledged, inclining his head in a shallow nod. “But I actually needed to speak with you about something. I have a request for our next meeting.”

Historically, special requests hadn’t worked out well for you. This didn’t seem like the wisest place to argue about it, so you simply nodded and hoped for the best.

“I am scheduled to have a meeting two days after our next encounter,” Silco explained. “It promises to be an incredibly objectionable meeting and I would like for you to interrupt it. It would mean postponing our meeting by two days and I needed to be certain you have no other plans.” 

You could feel the surprise on your face, open and obvious, at Silco’s consideration. He was typically the demanding type rather than someone who took your needs into account, but you couldn’t pretend you didn’t appreciate the effort. 

In the spirit of rewarding him for that thoughtfulness, you opted for honesty. “Nothing that I can’t rearrange. What time do I need to be in your office?” 

“As soon after ten as you can manage.” Silco gave a slight nod to Boe, who was hovering several feet behind and to the right of you. “Be certain there are no delays.”

“I’ll take care of it,” you said firmly. The last thing you needed was for Silco’s security detail to hurt one of the Haven’s workers because they were too eager to follow his orders. “I’ll see you then.” 

It was only as you turned and started moving away that you realized you had an intent audience. The entire marketplace was frozen, staring at you and Silco… well, more Silco than you. You had only just caught sight of Robbie’s nervous face when Silco’s voice made you turn back to him. 

“I had no idea the Haven was in such dire financial straits.” Silco’s voice was loud and almost careless, his attention seemingly fixed entirely on the lemon he was holding. “Do let me know if your patients ever want the treat of a lemon. I would be happy to donate a few to the cause.”

You scowled at him and caught up with Robbie. Fortunately, he had finished the shopping and all you had to do was pay. You left the market before Silco did, your face burning with embarrassment and the gazes of too many strangers. 

On the positive side, you would gladly admit that you used the basket of lemons that showed up to the Haven later that evening, bearing a slip of paper with only the letter S written on it. There was also a small spike in donations over the next few days, all stemming from people who claimed to be inspired by your faux showdown with Silco in the Undercity streets. 

But all too soon, it was time to report to The Last Drop. You couldn’t risk being late, not when Silco had specifically asked you to interrupt his meeting. 

Your trip to the Lanes was as quiet as it always was, but you were surprised to find that you didn’t have any trouble once you entered The Last Drop itself. Not only was it open, it was in full swing for the evening. More people than you could believe were packed into the club, only the occasional glow of Shimmer or a cybernetic augmentation keeping the crowd from looking like a solid black mass. 

To your eternal shock - and mild suspicion - the crowd parted easily for you as you passed. Even so, you wound around the edge of the makeshift dance floor on the way to the staircase that led to Silco’s office. You weren’t willing to test whether the patrons of The Last Drop would stab you when your back was turned. 

The music was loud enough that ‘loud’ didn’t seem accurate. ‘Ear-aching’ would fit better. Or perhaps ‘Heart-stuttering’. Still, you managed to overhear a conversation as you reached the bottom of the staircase, caught between the end of one song and the beginning of the next: 

“-Must have some kind of secret leverage if Silco lets her run around the way she does-”

Your shock at that concept was so complete that you physically paused in place for a moment, then continued on as your mind rolled it over and around. It wasn’t true. Certainly not. Leverage would imply that Silco cared enough about something to let it control him and that you were willing to threaten it. Silco only cared that strongly about Jinx, and you would never threaten her. Even if it wouldn’t result in both her and Silco dismembering you.  

But if people thought you had some kind of leverage on Silco, it meant that they didn’t suspect what was really going on. One person’s theory didn’t accurately represent everyone in the Undercity, of course, but it was better than you had expected and you made the rest of the journey to Silco’s office with a sort of hope kindling in your chest. 

Given that you were supposed to be surprising Silco and whoever else was in his office, you skipped your customary knock. The door swung open easily to reveal Silco with a rather stunning woman in his lap. 

“Oh…” you said stupidly, feeling frozen at the unexpected sight.

Silco’s eyes tracked to you, moving from his guest to the door. His reaction was far from startled, no hurry or embarrassment in his behavior. But he looked utterly sheepish in comparison to the woman with him. 

You knew she was beautiful, had known it from the moment you first saw her, but you hadn’t actually seen her face yet. She was perched in Silco’s lap and facing him directly. All you could see was long, dark hair and a body that was curved in the most delicious places. 

When she turned, you weren’t at all surprised to find that she was just as lovely as you had suspected. Her skin was either perfectly tanned or a natural olive shade that enhanced her dark eyes. She wore tastefully understated makeup, just enough to accent those eyes and her plush lips. The gaze fell naturally from her smooth forehead to the delicate point of her chin in one pleasing sweep, and you had never felt more frumpy by comparison.

She was wearing a dress of such a pale yellow that it was nearly white, a bold and unusual choice in the Undercity. With so much dirt, rust, and worse things seeping around, lighter shades were avoided by anyone who wanted to wear their clothes more than once. The clothing alone would have made it clear that she was from Piltover, even if her perfect appearance and the jewels sparkling at her wrists and throat didn’t.

You had always considered yourself somewhat demisexual, but you had to admit that the sight of someone so ethereal straddling Silco’s thighs was an appealing one. Still, you crossed your arms and scowled. Your efforts were aided by the way she had tilted her head to regard you with mingled disdain and pity.

“Who are you?” she asked, voice smooth and silky, her accent just as coolly perfect as the rest of her. “Silco, you said nothing about adding a third person to our little gathering.” 

“Silco, I need to speak with you.” Was that your voice? You certainly sounded unfriendly. Or, more accurately, absolutely pissed off. “Now.” 

“I think you’ll find that he’s occupied,” the woman told you casually, turning back to Silco as if you were insignificant enough to be entirely ignored. 

You had just enough time to give Silco a disbelieving look before the lid lowered over his natural eye and his mouth parted slightly. That, of course, was when you finally noticed the way that the woman’s shoulder was moving. Her hand, hidden from view between her and Silco, was clearly pumping up and down. She was apparently a multitasker, since she leaned in for a kiss without stopping the motion. 

The blood rushed to your face, blocking out your hearing for a moment. That was the reason you didn’t notice taking several steps toward the pair. 

“I don’t care whether he’s occupied or not,” you replied, the tension in your voice cracking like a whip in the quiet room. “And I don’t remember asking your opinion about any of it. Now get the fuck out before I escort you out myself. I promise, you won’t enjoy it.”

The woman turned back to you, and you were only marginally more satisfied by the shock on her face than by the fact that her hand had stopped moving. “You have no right to threaten me! The sheriff of Piltover is a personal friend-”

“And does that ‘personal friend’ know that you’re jerking off the Eye of Zaun in his office?” you asked, voice faux sympathetic. “I doubt it. But I’ll be happy to tell him.”

“How dare you?” she demanded, slipping down from Silco’s lap. You were gratified by the little stagger she did to regain balance in the ridiculous high heels she was somehow still wearing. “You think you can talk to me that way?” 

“That’s the thing you don’t seem to understand,” you interrupted again. “Everyone’s the same in the Undercity. But we all have to be down here. How much sympathy do you really think you’ll get if something happens to you when you chose to come here? My guess is: not much.”

Her face had thinned with anger, becoming something narrow and sharp and bestial. She took a step toward you, then another, until she was within arm’s reach of you. That was enough to make your nerves scream with tension, but she didn’t say or do anything. She stood watching you, as if she were waiting for something more to happen. 

You opted for lowering the tension. “Look, I need to speak with Silco about something. If you aren’t finished with… whatever you have going on here, that’s fine. Just wait outside for a while. You can have him when I’m done.” 

She laughed - a sharp, bitter sound. “You really believe I want your leftovers?” 

“I didn’t think Pilties knew what leftovers were,” you retorted thoughtlessly.

The woman sneered. “You can have him then, gutter trash. Silco, you’ve lost your chance. Do not contact me again.” 

And then she swayed past you as you tensed for a last-minute attack that never came. When the door slammed shut behind her, you winced, but it was far calmer without her in the room. 

Until you caught sight of the satisfied smirk on Silco’s lips.

“Something funny?” you asked sourly, throwing yourself onto the couch instead of sitting across from him like you had intended to do. 

“I don’t believe I have ever seen you so… ferocious.” Silco seemed utterly delighted by that, and it made your proverbial hackles rise. 

“And you shouldn’t look so happy about it,” you warned, your irritation strong enough to overcome your sense of self-preservation. “Most of it was because I’m pissed at you.” 

“Me?” Silco asked, all faux innocence as he pressed his fingertips to his vested chest. “Whatever have I done? You were the one to interrupt my meeting, after all…”

You made a strangled noise, even as you realized that you were playing into the trap he had set for you. “I want you to warn me next time if I’m going to walk in on a meeting with someone from Piltover. The last thing I need is to chase off potential investors.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you,” Silco assured. “You lack the… hmm… Let us simply say that you lack the proper equipment to entice that particular investor.” 

“And I suppose I should simply take your word for it?” you demanded. Silco only continued smirking and you shook your head, turning your attention to the ceiling of his office. “I’m just requesting that you warn me early if you’re going to ask me to interfere in another meeting like that one. Okay?” 

To your increasing frustration, Silco didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he sat forward, steepling his fingers together and looking intrigued. “Why, pet, if I didn’t know better, I would think you were jealous.” 

You couldn’t answer, as all air seemed to have left the office. Silco’s fingers stilled, the tips of each one pressed against its match, and his eyes grew utterly piercing. “Are you jealous?”

“No,” you bit out harshly. “I’m just unhappy that I came all the way over here to keep you from getting groped. I would think you could tell one woman to leave you alone, especially one from Piltover.” 

“True as that may be,” Silco conceded, “it is poor manners to refuse a gift.” 

A dozen responses fought behind your teeth, ranging from bitter to cruel. One in particular - a barb about how Silco still longed to be accepted by Piltover’s elite - seemed destined to end in violence. In the end, you settled for, “Even if the gift is a cheap one?” 

Silco tutted. “No need to be catty, my little philanthropist. As it happens, I am scheduled to receive a far more valuable gift today. I did not find myself even slightly tempted by the offer.”

You simply hummed at that, unswayed by his attempt at flattery. “I’m sure.”

“Let me prove it to you,” he offered. In a few steps, he had crossed the room and was lowering himself onto the couch beside you. He ignored your skeptical look, settling in with a sigh.

“I don’t know how much this couch cost,” you started, patting the familiar cushions, “but you’ve certainly gotten your money’s worth.” 

“I quite agree.” Silco’s slender fingers idly toyed with the fabric. “Though perhaps it is worth pointing out that you use it far more often than anyone else.”

“Well, then I’ll point out that I’m not using it alone.” Your rubbing of the couch cushion had turned to trailing your fingers up and down Silco’s clothed thigh by that point. 

“I will concede your point,” Silco agreed, toying with the sleeve of your shirt instead of the fabric underneath you both. “Please excuse my inaccurate portrayal of the facts.”

“Only because I’m very charitable,” you said at last, thoroughly distracted by the interest Silco’s body was taking in your touch. Your core was throbbing with the way his fingers had busily mapped your shoulders and throat, but your attention was firmly on him. “In fact, let me show you that I’m not holding a grudge…”

You slipped down from the couch, planting yourself comfortably on the floor in front of him. As you started to move in closer, however, Silco didn’t move. His legs weren’t quite pressed together, but they weren’t spread far enough apart for you to be where you wanted to be. 

When you looked back up at Silco’s face, he looked conflicted. You stopped what you were doing, sitting back for the moment. “Is something wrong?” 

“I’m weighing my options,” he replied enigmatically. 

He didn’t add anything else, so you asked, “Do you want me to leave?” 

“Absolutely not,” he refused, his response instant enough to be truthful. “I am attempting to decide whether the magic of your mouth is worth the price of not being able to touch you.” 

“You can touch me,” you reminded. “My head, my face, my shoulders, my neck…”

“A wonderfully convincing argument,” he agreed. “That sounds satisfactory, but on one condition: you must take pleasure at the same time.” 

You smiled up at him, bemused. “What exactly do you want me to do?”

Silco considered that for a moment, mismatched eyes staring thoughtfully at the background of his office. Without giving an answer, he stood and moved across the room, rummaging in his desk for long enough to make you nervous before he came back to you. Silco’s expression was quietly amused, but there was something in it that spoke of a challenge. 

When you looked down at what he had handed you, that expression made sense. It was a toy - not small, but manageable - with a suction cup on the end. It was clearly designed to be attached to a surface so that the user could take their pleasure without using their hands. 

Face burning, you looked up at Silco. “So this is what you want from me?” 

“Only if you want the same.” 

That level reply urged you to do it. Silco was many things, and a lot of them were negative, but he had always been a shockingly generous lover. It would be a new experience for you, and there was always a risk of embarrassment with something new, but you couldn’t fight the suspicion that the risk would be worth it in the end. Well, not in your end… The accidental innuendo made your face even hotter, and it only increased when you considered how the word ‘innuendo’ was, itself, an innuendo. 

“You seem flustered,” Silco remarked. “I was unaware that you were still capable of it.” 

Automatically, your chin kicked up. “It’s excitement.” As if to punctuate your own assertion, you thumped the toy down between his feet, suctioning it firmly to the wooden floorboards. The phallus bobbed obscenely in your peripheral vision when you released it, but you refused to sever eye contact with Silco to stop it. 

One corner of his mouth curled into a smirk that seemed almost… proud. “Very well.” 

He stood, unfastening and dropping his trousers at a speed you could hardly believe even as you tried your best to match it. In a flurry, you were back where you had started, with far fewer layers of clothing between you. This time, Silco’s legs were spread far enough for you to fit between them and you did so eagerly, eyeing the length of him. He was hard and bobbing slightly with the aftershocks of sitting down. But where the toy between you had seemed crude in its movements, this only made your mouth water. 

“Before we get started in earnest,” Silco said, handing a bottle of lube to you. “You’ll be fine after you find your pace, but I believe you’ll need this at first.”

It was true, and you accepted the bottle gratefully. Spreading lube over a toy and then yourself wasn’t quite an unfamiliar process, but it had never felt as incendiary as when Silco was carefully studying every motion of your fingers and every microexpression that crossed your face.

You could feel the anticipation on your face as you nodded at Silco. “How do you want to do this?” 

“I believe you should get in place first,” he instructed. “Once you’re settled, then we’ll proceed. I would rather regret it if the feeling caused you to bite.”

“The feeling,” you snorted, voice barely a mutter as you maneuvered yourself over the toy until the tip of it was resting against your entrance. “Hardly a new feeling.”

“So you’ve done this before,” Silco summarized. 

You shook your head at the clear test in his voice. “No, I have not. But this is hardly the first time I’ve used a toy or the first time I’ve given a blowjob. I don’t expect the combination to be something overwhelming.”

Silco gave a noncommittal hum, though his eyes glittered with interest. “We will see.” 

The melodrama gave you the push to forget your reticence and lower yourself onto the toy. It felt strange pushing up and through your folds, but mostly because the intrusion was controlled by how quickly your hips approached the floor instead of with your hands. It took a quick moment of experimentation to figure out the idea of moving your body rather than the toy, and you were set. 

“I can’t say I’m overwhelmed yet,” you reported, glancing back up at Silco. “I think you’re safe from accidental bites. Are you ready to get started?” 

It took a mind-boggling level of elegance to gesture grandly down at one’s own erect penis and not look ridiculous, but Silco managed. The thought made you snort to yourself, and you were smiling when you wrapped a hand around the base of him. 

The hair at the bottom of his length teased at your hand even as you leaned in. You started the way you always seemed to: licking your way up from your own curled fingers to the broad, flushed head of him. It helped with lubrication, but honestly, you couldn’t resist one moment of him without anything else in the way. Silco would probably end up as he always did - doing his best to fuck your throat - but you were always too focused on breathing by that point to pay attention to how he tasted. 

That lick didn’t seem to be enough, so you took another and another, letting the tip of your tongue tease over the tip of him. 

Silco’s hips jerked helplessly under the steadying touch of your free hand. “Is this an assassination attempt? Because you seem to be attempting to kill me, pet.” 

“I’m not an assassin,” you told him after you and he finished letting out matching groans. Presumably, his was because you had pulled your mouth away from him entirely so you could speak. Your groan was prompted by the odd shifting of the toy inside of you. “It would only be an assassination if your death was for political reasons. Let’s just say that my motivations are… personal.” 

Silco’s lip curled, but before he could say anything in answer to your point, you engulfed as much of him in your mouth as you could without gagging. His snappy reply was lost in a hastily muffled curse and you smiled around his length. That had always been your favorite way to shut Silco up, especially since it was virtually guaranteed to absolve you of any consequences. 

Exploring Silco was always interesting, especially when you set little challenges for yourself. This time, your aim was to see how many noises you could coax out of him. So far, holding him with his tip entering your throat made him groan while the slightest hint of your teeth made him give an eager sort of hiss. The most successful of the session was when you unraveled your hand from around his base to stroke wet fingertips from his head down while your tongue made the opposite journey on the other side of his shaft. 

That one earned you a sound that was perilously close to a whimper. 

You were inordinately pleased with that, even when your hum of success led to him trying to thrust down your throat. After you had recovered, you got ready to repeat the motion, but were stopped by Silco’s hands. 

They cradled your face at first, thumbs pressing briefly into the hinges of your jaw as if trying to convince you to open for him. But then they drifted downward, placing pressure on either side of your neck. The unexpected dizziness that ran through you was unexpected and not entirely welcome… though you had to admit that there was something intriguing about it. 

Still, despite the lack of obstruction to your mouth, nose, and windpipe, you felt as if you couldn’t get enough air. Your mouth fell open as you gasped and promptly choked on your own saliva. You pulled back to collect yourself without worrying about the cock in your mouth and made eye contact with Silco. He was panting as hard as you were - though his quickened breath seemed to be from exertion, if you were to judge by the perspiration glistening on his chest. 

“Aren’t you forgetting something, pet?” he asked. 

It took a moment for you to remember you had a voice. “I am?”

He gave you a patient look. “We had an agreement, did we not?” 

Sadly, it took a slight wobble of your knees for you to remember the toy buried deep inside of you. As if that realization sparked movement from your body, you rocked back and forth, letting it tease through your folds. 

“Good girl,” Silco murmured, stroking from your shoulders and down your biceps. “Keep moving for me.”

You nodded, lifting yourself up to withdraw the toy from you, but winced at the sudden motion. It didn’t hurt, but after so long sitting inside of your body, the toy was like a part of you. The sensation of it pulling from your body was… strange. 

Silco’s hands tightened around your upper arms, holding you in place as your hips approached the floor once more. “What is it? We have more lubricant if you need it.”

Inexplicably, a laugh fought to escape you. You wanted to tease him about his use of the full word ‘lubricant’, but his fingers worked their way down to your chest. The joke died in your throat as his thumbs brushed over your pebbled nipples, rubbing in gentle circles.

You decided not to tell him that something about the way he had tightened his hands on your neck had sent a flood of wetness through you. 

Instead, you set your attention to bringing yourself pleasure. Your folded clothes served as a padding for your knees and your pace increased dramatically as you surged up and down. As you rode the toy - praying that the suction cup would prove to be as strong as you hoped it was - you adjusted your angle incrementally. The shaft of it was slightly wider toward the middle, and there were good odds that you could get it to press just right against your channel…

When you hit the perfect spot, your lips parted in an electrified gasp and your thighs quivered beneath you. Silco said something, but you couldn’t hear it over the blood rushing in your ears. Honestly, you were surprised there was enough blood left to rush in your ears. You would have bet that the vast majority was currently swelling your core. 

Silco said something again, and you had just enough presence of mind to realize that it was the same thing he had said previously. You looked at him - startled to realize that you had closed your eyes at some point - and raspily asked, “What?” 

“I said,” he explained patiently, “That you don’t have to bite your lip.” 

Well, that explained the soreness in your bottom lip. “I…” 

When you couldn’t finish the statement, Silco nodded understandingly. “No one will hear you. The Last Drop is too noisy for that. Besides, if you want something to occupy your mouth…”

A second elegant gesture toward his crotch made you smile despite the way your insides were buzzing. You descended on him once more, taking him greedily into your mouth and reveling in the groan he gave for you. 

Soon enough, he tapped the side of your ribcage. “You were so certain you could multitask, darling. Let me see it.” 

Obediently, you started surging up and down. Your concentration was wrecked as you let the toy slide from you before lowering your hips to push it back in. Any fancy tongue and finger coordination you’d been aiming for disappeared. Between the sensations flowing from between your legs and the small, helpless pulses of Silco’s hips, you couldn’t do much more than suck messily at Silco’s length.

He grunted when you moaned around him, taking the opportunity to push himself further into your mouth. Normally, you weren’t wild about it when he did that. The choking feeling was intense, even if you were well aware you had enough air or could pull away entirely. But now, it dredged up thoughts of the way he had held your throat. You only moaned louder, your eyes flicking upward to find Silco staring at you with heat on his face. 

As if he could see your thoughts through your expression alone, Silco’s hands inched downward until they were holding the sides of your neck once more. Despite yourself, the pace of your hips and your mouth increased in sheer anticipation. 

“Do you want this, pet?” he asked. 

You hummed an assent. 

“I need you to say it,” he told you. 

A desperate noise from you. 

“I understand, pet, trust me.” Silco was smiling. Your eyes were closed, but you could plainly hear it. “I dread the thought of leaving your heavenly mouth, but I need you to tell me with words if you want this. I will not have any misunderstandings.” 

You drew away from him slowly, reluctantly, drawing on his length the entire time. When you released the head of him with a wet pop, Silco shuddered for you. When you looked up at him, the pupil of his natural eye was blown wide. 

“I want you to do what you did before, Silco,” you told him. “Is that enough?” 

“Plenty.” 

There were many times when you and Silco were out of step with each other. This time, however, you were perfectly choreographed. Your lips parted around Silco’s cock, your hips picked up your previous pace, and Silco’s fingers squeezed just barely tight enough to create pressure. 

That odd dizziness was immediate - as was the response from your body. You slammed your hips down, grinding against the toy as you sucked hard enough that it had to sting. Rather than berate you, Silco gave a choked gasp that only made your core tighten further around the toy. 

The next instant, Silco started jerking and shuddering beneath you, jets of cum rhythmically spurting into your mouth as you frantically sucked and swallowed around him. It was difficult to focus past the all-consuming explosiveness of your own orgasm. According to Silco, you had squirted before, but this was the first time you could feel it, the liquid trickling down your thighs as your hips danced helplessly. 

It probably looked ridiculous - you, trying to keep your head still while your lower half went through a violent orgasm and him, trying to keep his hands steady on your neck while simultaneously trying to force his way down your throat. But it didn’t matter how it looked - there was no one there to see. What did matter was how it felt, and it felt incredible. 

The orgasm was delicious - they always were, with Silco - but the sheer sense of power from making him come while you did the same? Unparalleled. And yes, Silco and his magic grip had something to do with your orgasm, but you still felt strong. In control. 

Powerful as you felt, the aftermath of your orgasm left you with your cheek pressed against the muscle of Silco’s bare thigh. Silco seemed just as wrung-out above you, his cock soft and his head hanging forward like his neck would no longer support it. You were trying to come to terms with the idea that you may never be able to pry yourself up off of the toy. If you didn’t move soon, you were worried it would be stuck inside of you, glued by lube and… other things. 

“I had no idea you liked to be choked,” Silco said softly, preserving the delicate sphere of peace in the office. 

You frowned, just a bit. “I didn’t know, either. I’m hoping it was a one-time thing. Temporary insanity, brought on by the intensity tonight.”

Silco hummed quietly, though it sounded skeptical. You did your best to ignore that, opting to enjoy the glow as long as you could before something destroyed it.

“All of that passion,” Silco mused, fingers trailing lazily over your back. You knew that sly tone, though, and braced yourself for what he intended to say next. “To think it all stemmed from seeing me with another woman.”

“I told you that wasn’t the reason.” You braced yourself a little more firmly than necessary as you towed yourself onto your feet and off of the toy. The thickness of it leaving you was sticky and unpleasant, but that was nothing to the crushing emptiness at your core when it was gone. You made a face - partially at the sensation and partially at the mess on the floor. 

“Really?” Silco asked, amusement heavy in his voice. “Then how would you explain this evening?” 

“I was just very grateful for the lemons,” you told him loftily, pulling up your pants. 

The startled laughter from him was surprised and sincere, and you treasured it for the rest of the evening, even after you got back to the Haven. 

You couldn’t be shocked when a full pallet of lemons appeared at the Haven the next morning. Even when Arunn and Robbie asked if you were okay, even when they seemed genuinely concerned, all you could do was laugh.

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Author's Note - Remember, friends: choking is serious business. It's not something to explore unless you really know what you're doing. You could be very badly hurt or even die if you choke incorrectly.

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Secret Ask List

-------------------- .: • CASSIA --------------------

3) what song describes your oc?

cassia is one of those ocs where the music i find for her playlist is almost all vibes and not really based on lyrics. it's the energy of the music, the way it makes you wanna move or bob or sing along. that being said: "rage" by hyper crush and "joyride" by kesha immediately make me think of her. lyrically, "i love it" by icona pop might be a good fit.

8) what hobbies does your oc have? what do they do to unwind?

cassia's major hobby is rollerskating! but she's also super into street art, and she enjoys beautifying her favorite areas of new york in a manner of silly or meaningful ways. when she's at home, she also enjoys random doodling--mostly ideas for graffiti or future street art--learning dances from her favorite music videos, and playing a variety of video games.

11) what was your inspiration for your oc?

i distinctly remember driving to my local movie trading company to see if they had any physical dvds for tmnt'03, and "girlfriend" by avril lavigne came on spotify shuffle. for whatever reason, i got the image of a pink-haired girl in rollerskates, and she wouldn't leave my head. cassia's my first tmnt oc, and i think she was always meant to be kind of like april in that she's a grounding presence in their otherwise chaotic lives. despite how high-energy and mischievous she is, she's extremely stable and does regularly go to therapy, which has made her more thoughtful and aware of others along with herself. her biggest conflicts come from being an out trans-girl in the 90s and early 2000s, but none of it is tied to her immediate family (her parents ADORE her). she is, for the most part, about as ''''average'''' a civilian in the tmnt'03 world as you can get. i dunno! i think i kind of just wanted to give them all another anchor of sorts, another safe haven. cassia's parents, oliver and esme, also become guardian figures to the turtles in a sense (especially mikey). esme loves to mother them.

-------------------- .: • NYXRAM ----------------------------

1) does your oc have a voice claim, if so who?

god yes. nyx's voice claim is shohreh aghdashloo. the moment i heard her as enforcer grayson in arcane, i pointed at the screen and muttered: "you". as someone who's very picky about these sorts of things i seriously feel like it was gift-wrapped to me. >xD shohreh also provides the voice for the dragon in damsel, which is a dumb as hell movie but i will continue to listen to it for the sake of hearing her talk.

6) if your oc is in a fantasy setting, what profession would they be in the modern day?

kind of a weird question, since 'modern day' implies that this is more a difference in time period? e-e;; i imagine she'd likely still have assassin roots, but. after the rebellion succeeds, the republic begins to rebuild, and the games are disbanded, nyxram takes it upon herself to use her family's "estate" as a sanctuary for the animals used in the games, since most of them can't be returned to their natural habitats due to injuries and/or being raised in captivity. so! i think a potential "modern day" or "human" profession for her might be owning and managing something like an old friends senior dogs sanctuary. providing housing, love, and comfort for older animals when most folks want younger pets, and ensuring that their last few years are happy and safe. she's taken so much life, so... it feels like giving back, in a way.

11) what was your inspiration for your oc?

@/plantdonut doesn't live with me (alas), but if she did, i would have turned to her during our '03 rewatch a few years ago and asked, bluntly, "why do all the triceratons gotta be dudes? where're my giant, amazon warrior dinosaurs?". and within a few days, i was practicing my hand at drawing triceratons, so i could make it so. my two major points of inspiration for nyx come from cassandra cain (2nd batgirl, pre-new52) and john wick. cassandra for being... basically born and bred to be the perfect assassin, only to have 'too much' compassion and love and guilt and go hero instead, and john wick for being a 'baba yaga' to anyone who knows his name. not the boogeyman, but the one you send to kill the boogeyman. the idea of a triceraton assassin was very cool to me, given that they're often a straight-forward, loud, and blunt force to face with little concern for being subtle. it also draws an interesting connection to her and the turtles; at some point nyx comments that despite their practice being tied to assassins such as herself, any blood on their hands comes from self-defense. in some ways, she envies them. but in many more, she doesn't. she's the sole survivor of her clutch, and the only one of her siblings to 'earn' a name. she was, in a way, a political move--a gift/tool offered to the prime leader to ensure that her parents had a connection to power and could continue their own work with protection from punishment. ...they just didn't expect for her to want something else. since the triceratons seem to have a handful of 'nods' and aesthetics pointing toward the roman empire, i named nyxram after the greek goddess 'nyx', the personification and substance of night. i also specifically use greek spelling with her, whereas her parents will have roman spelling of their names to further emphasize her 'otherness' from triceraton society as a whole.

[playstationvii]

#SakuraSpiderArachnid #MarvelGames #Playstation7 #DearDearestBrands

Here's an overview for Sakura Spider: Arachnid, a PlayStation 7 game concept in collaboration with Marvel Comics and DearDearestBrands:

Game Concept: Sakura Spider: Arachnid

Platform: PlayStation 7

Genre: Action-Adventure, Open-World, RPG

Graphics Style: Manga-inspired, cel-shaded visuals with anime-like fluidity and dynamic aesthetic environments.

Story and Setting

Origin Story: The protagonist, Sakura Hoshino, is a kind-hearted artist living in Tokyo, struggling to balance her creative dreams with societal expectations. While sketching under a blooming Sakura tree, a spider—mutated by gamma radiation—bites her. This spider was created by an experimental cross between Oscorp and a mysterious gamma reactor stationed near the ancient cherry blossom grove.

She discovers new powers that reflect her artistic soul and emotional depth. Empowered with heightened empathy and a "sense of aesthetics," Sakura fights to protect her city from threats that challenge both its physical and cultural identity.

Setting: The game takes place in Neo-Tokyo, a sprawling city divided into diverse zones, including:

Shinjuku Skyline: Neon-filled high-rises with bustling nightlife.

Harajuku Haven: Fashion streets where creativity thrives.

Ancient Cherry Grove: Mystical Sakura trees, where her powers were born.

Tokyo Bay Industrial: A hub of Oscorp gamma experiments and toxic waste.

Gamma Underbelly: Secret Oscorp labs housing mutated creatures.

Cultural Market Streets: Places to gather inspiration and interact with NPCs.

Gameplay

Core Gameplay Mechanics:

Web Weaving: Manipulate webs to craft weapons, art-based traps, and shield barriers.

Aesthetic Aura: Use the protagonist’s power of "Aesthetic Empathy" to influence NPCs, calm enemies, and rebuild damaged zones.

Emotion Threads: Unlock emotional-based superpowers like "Gamma Kindness" (healing) and "Empathy Strike" (disabling enemies).

Sense of Design: Use her artistic abilities to restore monuments, graffiti walls, or design costumes with bonuses.

Combat System:

Manga-styled action sequences with combos tied to her "Spider Dance," a fusion of web attacks and Sakura petal-themed strikes.

Dual attack modes:

Stealth Mode: Silent takedowns using web camouflages.

Empathy Combat: Disarm and pacify enemies with emotional insight.

Exploration and City-Building: Restore zones by infusing aesthetics into Neo-Tokyo, converting drab areas into thriving artistic hubs. Gain resources to improve the city’s visual beauty and morale.

Supporting Cast

Takashi Hoshino (Brother): A robotics prodigy who creates her gadgets.

Rika (Best Friend): A spirited fashion designer who helps craft outfits for stealth and combat.

Dr. Masako Arai: A former Oscorp scientist turned mentor who knows the truth about the experiments.

Gamma Mutant Villains:

The Sakura Swarm: A gang of mutant spiders spreading chaos.

Crimson Bloom: A rival powered by corrupted Sakura energy.

The Oscorp Shadow: An advanced AI controlling the gamma experiments.

Items and Utilities

Sakura Thread Enhancer: Boosts web strength.

Petal Shield: Blocks attacks while dazzling enemies.

Web Artistry Kit: Allows you to paint zones, creating buffs and influencing allies.

Kindness Vial: A rare item that unlocks massive area healing.

Art Style and Aesthetic

Cel-Shaded Graphics: The game embraces soft, manga tones with vivid cherry blossom effects.

Cultural Fusion: Neo-Tokyo blends traditional Japanese architecture with futuristic neon aesthetics.

Dynamic Seasons: The city changes based on Sakura's emotional state (e.g., blossoms flourish when morale is high).

Potential DLC and Expansions

The Gamma Grove: Explore an ancient Sakura forest that reveals the origin of the gamma mutation.

Spider-Verse Crossover: Features other Spider-heroes from the Marvel Universe.

Custom Costume Creator: Design Spider outfits with aesthetic perks.

Let me know how you'd like to expand any specific part of this concept!

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Let's expand on gameplay ideas for Sakura Spider Arachnid! Here’s a detailed breakdown: Core Gameplay Mechanics 1. Swinging System: Fluid, physics-based web-swinging similar to Spider-Man PS5, but with a unique Sakura twist. Players can unlock aerial tricks and advanced web-swinging techniques that leave trails of glowing Sakura petals. Special “Gamma Burst Swing” mechanic allows for high-speed traversal across long distances. 2. Empathy Powers: Instead of relying on brute force, Sakura can resolve conflicts using her Empathy Webs, which calm or convert hostile enemies. Players must strategically decide when to use empathy or combat, altering NPC behavior and story outcomes. 3. Sense of Aesthetics: Sakura can identify weak points in environments or enemies using her aesthetic sense. This ability highlights climbable surfaces, destructible objects, or secret pathways. 4. Combat: Fast-paced, martial-arts-inspired combat blending acrobatics and web abilities. Sakura's “Petal Fury Mode” unleashes rapid attacks surrounded by an aura of glitter and petals. Gamma-powered moves, like the “Blossom Smash”, deliver heavy-hitting crowd control effects. World Design 1. Zones: Shibuya District: Neon-lit streets, bustling crowds, and vertical challenges with towering billboards. Sakura Temple Grounds: A tranquil area with hidden challenges and spiritual puzzles tied to Sakura’s origin. Gamma Research Facility: Heavily guarded industrial zone, featuring stealth-based missions and tech puzzles. Skyline Heights: High-rise corporate buildings for intense web-swinging sequences and rooftop battles. 2. Interactive Elements: Players can interact with Tokyo’s citizens, from helping lost children to stopping random crimes. Sakura can create web-art murals using leftover Sakura petals to inspire kindness in the city. Supporting Cast 1. Yuto Tanaka (Mentor): A scientist who explains the origin of the gamma spider and guides Sakura on using her powers. 2. Hana Kuroki (Best Friend): Provides comic relief and helps design Sakura’s webbing gear. 3. Villains: The Steel Ronin: A cyber-samurai enhanced by gamma technology. Shade Widow: A rival spider-powered character who represents Sakura’s dark potential. Items and Utilities 1. Petal Webbing: Unique webs that can heal allies or immobilize enemies. 2. Aesthetic Vision Goggles: Enhances Sakura’s ability to spot hidden objects or see through illusions. 3. Gamma Infuser: Temporarily boosts Sakura’s abilities during intense battles. Side Quests and Activities 1. Sakura Bloom Restoration: Revive wilted Sakura trees around the city to boost morale. 2. Fashion Challenges: Use Sakura’s sense of aesthetics to help NPCs with design challenges. 3. Street Performances: Sakura can perform aerial stunts for Tokyo’s citizens to earn reputation points. Visual Style and Aesthetic 1. Vibrant, anime-inspired graphics with photorealistic details. 2. Dynamic lighting changes based on Sakura’s emotions, such as a glowing aura during high-stress moments. Let me know if you'd like to focus more on any specific part, such as storyline, mechanics, or visual design!

Here’s a detailed Character Profile for Sakura Hoshino, the heroine of your game:

Character Profile: Sakura Hoshino

Full Name:

Sakura Hoshino

Alias:

Sakura Spider Arachnid

Age:

23 years old

Origin:

Tokyo, Japan

Occupation:

Web-slinger, Protector of Tokyo

Fashion Designer (Side Hobby)

College Graduate (Specializing in Environmental Design and Aesthetics)

Appearance

Height: 5'8"

Build: Athletic, with a lean and toned physique

Hair: Long, flowing pastel pink hair with subtle highlights of soft yellow, often tied in a loose ponytail when active.

Eyes: Deep, vibrant purple with a glimmer of white, reflecting her inner strength and empathy.

Skin: Fair, with a soft glow, showing the effects of gamma radiation exposure.

Suit:

Design: A sleek, high-tech spider suit infused with Sakura blossom patterns. The suit’s base color is pastel pink, accented with a soft yellow hue and glowing threads of white to represent Sakura petals.

Webbing: High-tech, metallic webs that glow with a Sakura petal motif.

Additional Features: The suit features a glowing "Sakura Core" in her chest, symbolizing her connection to the mystical Sakura tree that gave her powers.

Backstory

Sakura Hoshino was an ordinary university student studying environmental design, passionate about nature and art. During a visit to a traditional Japanese shrine, she stumbled upon a sacred Sakura tree rumored to be connected to ancient gamma radiation experiments. While sketching its beauty, she was bitten by a rare spider that had been exposed to this radiation. The bite merged with her body, giving her the ability to manipulate webs with both physical and emotional force. Her deep connection to nature and aesthetic design also enhanced her powers, giving her a unique ability to sense beauty, calm aggression, and heal emotional wounds.

After the incident, Sakura was thrust into a dual life: one as a protector of Tokyo, and the other as a budding fashion designer seeking to express herself and promote kindness. She uses her powers to combat crime and solve conflicts without violence, utilizing empathy and aesthetics as her main weapons. Sakura now fights to protect her city while balancing her personal dreams and responsibilities.

Personality

Compassionate: Sakura’s defining trait is her deep empathy. She can sense the emotions of others and, when necessary, uses her powers to help heal emotional wounds.

Optimistic: Despite the challenges she faces, Sakura believes that beauty and kindness can bring change. She strives to bring peace in a world filled with chaos.

Creative: As an artist at heart, Sakura views the world through an aesthetic lens. She finds beauty even in the darkest of places and uses her creativity to solve problems.

Courageous: Sakura faces dangers head-on, often with a sense of grace. Her bravery isn’t defined by a desire for glory, but by her commitment to protect those she loves.

Determined: Sakura has a strong sense of justice and never backs down from doing what’s right, even if it means making personal sacrifices.

Abilities and Powers

Web-Slinging: Sakura can create webs of varying sizes and strengths, using them to swing between buildings, immobilize enemies, or create structures. Her webs are unique in that they also carry emotional energy, calming or subduing opponents.

Empathy Webbing: Her webs can carry a calming aura, making her opponents feel peace or empathy. This ability helps resolve conflicts without violence, but can also be used strategically to weaken enemies.

Aesthetic Vision: Sakura has an enhanced sense of aesthetics, allowing her to perceive hidden details in her environment, like weak structural points or hidden pathways. It also helps her find beauty in unexpected places.

Gamma Boost: Occasionally, Sakura’s connection to the gamma radiation grants her temporary boosts in power, enhancing her physical strength, agility, and the reach of her webs.

Healing Touch: Through her deep empathy, Sakura can heal minor emotional or physical wounds in herself or others. This ability also allows her to calm her allies in intense situations, restoring their morale.

Sakura Blossom Fury: A powerful, high-speed attack where Sakura releases a flurry of webs imbued with Sakura petals, overwhelming opponents with both speed and beauty.

Strengths

Diplomatic: Sakura prefers to solve problems peacefully, using her powers to mediate conflict rather than engage in violence.

Adaptable: Her aesthetic sense allows her to think on her feet and adapt to any situation creatively.

Agile and Fast: Her physical training and spider abilities make her incredibly nimble, able to navigate the city’s skyline with grace and precision.

Weaknesses

Emotional Vulnerability: While her empathy is her greatest strength, it also makes her susceptible to emotional exhaustion. Overuse of her empathy can leave her drained.

Gamma Exposure: Extended exposure to gamma radiation may occasionally cause her to lose control of her powers, leading to instability in her emotional balance.

Over-reliance on Non-Violence: Sakura’s preference for peaceful resolutions can sometimes put her in dangerous situations where more forceful methods may be needed.

Relationships

Yuto Tanaka (Mentor): A scientist who understands the origins of the gamma radiation and guides Sakura in controlling her powers. He is a father figure and the one who encouraged her to embrace her new abilities.

Hana Kuroki (Best Friend): Sakura’s best friend and confidante. Hana supports her throughout her journey, both in her heroic duties and personal life.

Villains:

The Steel Ronin: A dark counterpart to Sakura, a cyber-enhanced warrior who is bent on destroying the harmony Sakura seeks to protect.

Shade Widow: A mysterious figure whose own emotional turmoil mirrors Sakura’s, leading to a rivalry built on both their powers and inner conflicts.

Catchphrase:

"Beauty is the strength we need to protect the world."

War Of The Roses!!!

[lwdegarbagedump]

Renora

Ren begging her to smother him with that legendary badonkadonk. He feels like the happiest guy in Remnant for a while when she sits on his face.

Nora's ass is so squishy and jiggly, she could seriously make Emerald do a double-take if she chose to show it off.

Settling in to life post-war, Nora gets a lil chubby, Ren gains a little weight too, he thinks she's more gorgeous than ever. Her voluptuous figure has him drooling, begging for him to put a baby in her.

Nora's booty cheeks clap so hard when he fucks her that it sounds like thunder!

Nora enjoys anal sex, it feels amazing, especially with his hot breath on her neck as he cums inside her then kisses her shoulders. His panting and grunting and calling her name is incredible.

Ren shaking his ass in her face so she'll destroy his bussy, it feels wonderful to have such a close bond with her that he can trust her to take care of him.

Each kid makes her sexier, how the fuck is that possible?

Nora's strong arms cradling his head as he sucks on her tits.

Worshipping her swollen belly and fingering her while she's heavily pregnant. She's nurturing new life in there and he's showing his appreciation.

Occasional threesomes with friends or partner-swapping, Nora entertaining Emerald or Weiss while Ren entertains Jaune or Mercury.

Nora's short, curvy figure belies that she is strong as fuck and can throw him around like a ragdoll (which excites him).

Ren's onlyfans page is extremely popular thanks to his androgynous beauty and cute bubble butt, he has guys and girls alike questioning everything from a clip of him twerking in basketball shorts.

Nora fanning her face and trying not to touch herself watching him do yard work shirtless, even when he's swearing at the ant infestation or threatening to shove a rake up the stray cat's ass for shitting in his herb garden he's just so attractive.

there was graffiti in a bathroom at Beacon about Ren's sexual abilities but it wasn't Nora who left it...

Guys who have to yap about their dicks all the time ain't shit, several lucky exchange students from Haven and Atlas learned this lesson in the best possible way.

Reminiscing about when they were young, getting stoned or having a few drinks they obtained illegally, exploring each other's bodies. Nora remembers the first time he went down on her and how he was lapping up her juices, Ren remembers the first time she touched him with her calloused hands and brought him the most incredible pleasure.

Nora might be strong and tough but she's still the sweet girl who melts for him when he kisses her with tongue or blushes when he grabs her ass.

Nora's fat tits press against his back when she fucks him with a strap-on.

Offloading the brats on Em and Merc once a week so they can go on a date and enjoy each other's bodies without the kids fighting, whingeing, crying and cockblocking them.

Nora's still fucking got it going by the admiring glances from men and women when they dance together at a club, scars and all she is still one of the most gorgeous women in Remnant! Her fat ass, fat tits, wide hips, cute jelly roll tummy, hourglass figure and thunder thighs steal plenty of attention wherever she goes.

[southeastasianists]

BookXcess stores can be found all across the southern Malay Peninsula, from Penang to Singapore, but it’s no cookie-cutter chain all of whose branches look the same. On the contrary, it aims to make each of the locations feel different and unique—a fantastic destination for all book lovers.

The RexKL location that opened in late November 2021 particularly stands out among these. More of a creative art center than a shopping mall, RexKL is housed in a repurposed movie theater originally built in 1947. Once an icon of Kuala Lumpur’s Chinatown, the single-screen cinema with a capacity of 1000 went through numerous fires, first in 1972 and then in 2002, after which the theater went defunct.

A few years later, the former Rex Cinema building was used as a backpackers’ hostel and a karaoke joint until another fire broke out in 2007. It stood all but abandoned for a while, but it was not long before a new project was formed to bring the old Rex Cinema back to life. Reincarnated as a cultural hub, RexKL is home to numerous stores, restaurants, a music venue, and the BookXcess on the second floor, right where the old cinema's seating area once was.

Shelf after shelf of books cover the concrete walls. Graffiti murals decorate what walls aren't stacked with books. As you delve deeper into this bibliophilic labyrinth, you will find a staircase leading to the upper level, which used to be the first-class seating area. From there, you can take a peek at the concert stage below, often delivering vibrant live music through rehearsals, an unusual but stimulating bonus to the book haven.

[daylilifiedsundrewdrops]

Tape Recording #3.

[ CLICK ] Goo-oood Morning, Mr. Tape Recorder! Or, well, Evening. But I just woke up from a short lil' nap, so whatevs. Oh, you will not believe today. So today is Friday, meaning tomorrow is.. Drum rolls please.. [They're slapping their hands on the table to make a drum noise.]

Tada! The weekends. Hopefully, this time, Mom will allow me to go with my classmates to their Gala. I heard from Sofia with an S and Zophia with a Z that they get ice cream and free restaurant food. Anywaayyyysss, that's not the only good news today. So, remember yesterday when I said that begging might get Ms. Joana to give me those flowers for free? I decided to try it, and she actually gave me some! Maybe out of pity but I don't care 'cause I got a bundle of- [Rustling. They pick something up.] -Piiinnnkkk roses up here. Look at them, Mr. Tape Recorder, aren't they beautiful? .... Glad to know you agree with me. Aside from that, I got only one headache in the past hours! Normally, I'd get like 4 or 5 and then 2 more while recording or after recording. Isn't that just fantasti-licious? Anyway, Anyway... Right, so remember that art contest I talked about when I first set you up? okay like, apparently, it'll come ask for volunteers at our school next week. That's too long and honestly, I deserve to be on that stage! Hopefully they come on Monday. And- Oh! I forgot, so I read 7 books today for the readathon. They were short but... Hey, they're still books. '' City of The Light '' By Mel Olbourne, '' The Clock '' By Ikira Nitto, '' Havens '' By... How do you even pronounce this? ...Never mind. Next, '' Darkened Skies '' By Evvon H. Jhelen. '' Dragon's Life '' By Sarah Dallimon, '' Time '' By Kirron KK, and lastly, '' Is He Here? '' By uh.... Zeus Tellisman. I feel like the other kids are reading more books than I am a day. Or maybe I'm just really slow. Oh well! Soo, some kids, don't really know who, but some kids decided to graffiti some art on the alleyway halls, like the one at the back of Wilvewood Highschool. Didn't know until I overheard some kids gossiping about it but apparently it was just some random letters, with some crossed out. '' Pa'z oly '' ...At least, I think that's what they said. Did I ever mention that my memory is good when I'm not rushing things? No? Okay. Speaking of which, 2 kids from Wilvewood high also went mssing. And only one today too. Laura from the kindergarten section. You know, usually I don't feel bad about the missing kids, but Laura is an exception. Not because I like her, no.. But uh, because she was a kindergartener, I guess. I feel bad for her parents. [Inaudible mumbling.] ...On a more positive note, I- shrk- [They curse under their breath. Another headache? And they thought they broke their usual headache streak.] [ 5 Minutes. ] [ 10 Minutes. ] [ 20 Minutes. ] [ 25 Minutes, ] [ 30-

Sorry, gosh, that headache was worse than all the others... Ugh.... Let me just end this quickly... I got home late and got scolded by my mother... So now I'm hungry and shit. Ugh, Sorry, Mr. Tape Recorder, I think I have to go to bed.. What is up with me this past week?

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[blackownersseekingsuccess]

The Resurgence of Cult Jam: Why Their Comeback Is Worth Celebrating

by Levi Wise Kenneth Catoe Jr.

Step back in time with me to the 1980s, when New York City's art scene was bursting with vibrancy and color. From the underground Hip Hop culture to the iconic Paradise Garage and Funhouse, the city was a haven for creatives of all kinds. Whether you were into New Wave, CBGB's Punk Rock, Graffiti art, or Breakdancing in Times Square, NYC was the place to be.

Amid all this creative energy emerged the musical group that would take the city by storm: Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam featuring Full Force. "I Wonder If I Take You Home" sold out in record stores as the soulful voice of Lisa Velez and the group's unique sound made them an instant success.

But with fame came a price, and it was a steep one. Recently, I had the chance to sit down with Michael Hughes, one of the founding members of Cult Jam, and discuss the challenges that come with success in the music industry. From the highs of topping the pop, R&B, and dance charts to the struggles of navigating the industry's demands, We spoke in-depth regarding the price of fame. I was fortunate enough to have musician Michael Hughes share his insights on making it in the music business in the 1980s and today

Levi Wise Kenneth Catoe Jr.: How are you, Mr. Mike Hughes? You came out of a very vibrant art scene in NYC that pretty much centered around “you had to be there to understand” How would you describe those days in the early 1980's on W. 26th Street in NYC at the Funhouse? 

Michael Hughes: At that time in New York City, at that age was phenomenal. Music and dance were so experimental then. We had such a great variety of music. Not just House music, R&B, or just Funk and Disco if it had a great rhythm or said something special, it got played; mixed crowds, straight or gay, we danced all night. 

LWC: Back in those days you had innovators like Keith Haring, Basquiat, Jellybean Benitez, Madonna, Africa Bambata, Shep Pettibone, Mister Magic, Funky Four Plus One More, and on and on and on; even Sade once worked at the Danceteria what was it about that period in a time in which none of the useful tools that young people now have easily at their disposal is made available; but yet so much creativity came out of that scene of music artist, graffiti artist, makeup artist, DJ, dancers, etc.?

MH: When you appreciate and respect all that came before you. And feed on the creativity of those around you. It's impossible for the seeds of growth not to enter your soul.

LWC: Cult Jam was the first Street/Urban act that came out of Columbia Records which is now Sony take me through that from A&R to executive decisions it was apparent that they were jumping on a bandwagon by opening the door to an act that had street-cred yet were still musically accomplished to be a gateway for the Hip-Hop that followed once you guys opened the door with two #1 smash hits on the Pop charts Head To Toe which also topped R&B and Dance Charts as well, and Lost In Emotions which to me aged better than Head To Toe and that music video was amazing; especially given the time of cheap urban videos. What was your take on that?

MH: Cult Jam came out following in the footsteps of groups like "Secret Weapon ", Unlimited Touch, GQ, and Shannon; other groups and artists came behind us continuing the music flow. Labels and the so-called powers that like to put music in boxes/categories so they can control what they usually don't even understand. 

LWC: CBS/Columbia Records {note: CBS/Columbia records is now SONY} did a poor job promoting the group the name was too long ‘Lisa, Lisa & Cult Jam featuring Full Force’ I feel it was a marketing strategy that was also being used with Miami Sound Machine to breakup the act and create a solo space for Lisa Lisa (Lisa Velez) do you agree? 

MH: The add-on to our name ‘Cult Jam’ was merely a shot in the dark at marketing something catchy. You never really know about that stuff. We used to say what's in a name. It's a stupid name until you have a hit.

LWC: How has the music industry changed since those early years? 

MH: The industry is different now, but what remains the same is money makes promotion make success. 

LWC: Do you guys, Cult Jam {note: founding member drummer/keyboardist Michael (Cultjam)Hughes, guitarist/bassist Alex (Spanador) Mosely, and their latest female vocalist/soultress, Long Island native Mystina Sol} feel more empowered today, or was the industry machine better than the social media and internet freedoms of today?

MH: We as a lot of indie artists are empowered. We can create something we love 100% with no interference or someone looking over our shoulder. Those creations can feel like your children. But the company machine can be very helpful. There is a give and take in every situation. Life is full of compromise. 

LWC: Talk a bit about where you are now and Cult Jam in its current form and describe your music genre. Are you still under the umbrella of Hip Hop and freestyle? What is the evolution?

MH: Cult Jam music can be best described then and now as feel-good-good. You dance and sing we supply the ambiance.

LWC: I represent a Black Literature space as well as a college student base that often is unaware of music beyond the same mainstream artist that’s constantly being streamed if there was one song of Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam to introduce them to your music what would that one song be?

MH: I wonder if I take you home our first puts you into the feel of what comes in the colors of Cult Jam. Celebrate what love can do from our current creations and keep that sexy feel essence. 

LWC: So now my question is how would you introduce someone unfamiliar with your previous music to who you are as Cult Jam today?

MH: Seeing Cult Jam live has always been what represents us best. We were a touring band from day one.

LWC: Thank you so much for speaking with our audience today. You are a boss.

MH: Much love and appreciation - Mike "Cult Jam" Hughes. 

*New Music* Holding Back The Years - Cult Jam / 2024

Levi Wise Kenneth Catoe Jr.

Editor, BOSS NYC

[beardedmrbean]

FIRST ON FOX: A pro-life pregnancy center in Ohio was attacked by the radical pro-choice group "Jane’s Revenge," which tagged the building with messages to "fund abortion" and "abort God."

HerChoice, a pro-life pregnancy center in Bowling Green, Ohio, was attacked by "Jane’s Revenge" and hit with anti-Christian and pro-choice graffiti.

HerChoice, also known as the Bowling Green Pregnancy Center (BGPC), provides free pregnancy and STI testing, ultrasounds, parenting classes, as well as supplies for infants and toddlers.

DOJ CHARGES TWO MORE PEOPLE FOR ATTACKS AGAINST FLORIDA PRO-LIFE PREGNANCY CENTER

The center, along with the other over 100 pregnancy centers across the Buckeye State, provide $15 million worth of services to families in need.

Ohio Right to Life CEO Peter Range told Fox News Digital the people "who work at the BGPC are some of the kindest, loving and caring individuals you could ever meet."

"Knowing these individuals personally, this attack on their center will only strengthen their resolve to continue to love those in need," Range said. "A huge thank you should be given to the local Knights of Columbus council and the college students who came out to help the cleanup process immediately upon seeing the vandalism."

"They represent the Bowling Green community at its finest. In the broader context, though, there has been well over 100 attacks against pro-life pregnancy centers and pro-life organizations since last year," he continued. "Everyone in this state and nation, no matter their political affiliation or stance on abortion, should support centers and organizations that help mothers."

Range said he prays "local officials, statewide elected members and national leaders will all rise to the moment and speak out against these attacks to put an end to these senseless attacks once and for all."

The graffiti on the pregnancy center read "liars," "fake clinic," "fund abortion" and "abort God."

Additionally, the group signed its name – the calling card left behind on the other attacks linked to "Jane’s Revenge."

Last month, the Justice Department charged two more people for carrying out a targeted attack on a pro-life pregnancy center in Winter Haven, Florida.

The DOJ announced that a federal grand jury returned an indictment against Gabriella Oropesa and Annarella Rivera for engaging in a conspiracy to prevent employees of reproductive health services facilities from providing those services, along with co-conspirators Caleb Freestone, 27, and Amber Smith-Stewart, 23, whom DOJ charged in January.

The crew allegedly targeted a pro-life pregnancy center and vandalized those facilities with spray-painted threats, including, "If abortions aren’t safe than [sic] neither are you," "YOUR TIME IS UP!!," "WE’RE COMING for U," and "We are everywhere," on the building.

Those messages are consistent with those that the far-left group, Jane’s Revenge, took credit for leaving spray-painted on pro-life centers after vandalizing dozens of them following the leaked Supreme Court decision in the Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health Organization case that eventually led to the overturning of Roe v. Wade last summer.

DOJ said similar facilities in Hollywood and Hialeah, Florida, were also allegedly targeted.