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littlemelaninfics · 22 hours
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Dude wtf you pop in at the most random times but always when I need you most 🥹
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Me writing once, updating my Masterlist (finally 🙄) and disappearing again.
I’m finding days to be a bit brighter, so I’m getting more inspiration and will to actually start and finish pieces, so you’ll be seeing more of me!
I’m so happy you enjoy my page (◕‿◕)♡
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littlemelaninfics · 23 hours
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🚨UPDATED MASTERLIST 3/28/24🚨
fanfic masterlist
Reblogs and feedback appreciated! - 18+ ONLY!
-PLEASE READ MY GUIDELINES
-All my fics are written with a black reader but anyone is welcome and encouraged to read!
-I also write ddlg content and dark fics, everything is tagged appropriately (to my knowledge) and if that isn’t your forte, I have plenty of other works that aren’t those!! Enjoy!
(format crd: @stargirlfics)
Chris Evans + Characters
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Pablo Schreiber
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Evan 'Buck" Buckley
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Eddie Diaz
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Dylan O'Brien + Characters
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Dominic Fike + Elliot
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Eddie Munson
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Sebastian Stan + Characters
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Jax Teller
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Colby Brock
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Aaron Hotchner
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Jeremy Allen White + Characters
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Matthew Lillard + Characters
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Harry Styles
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littlemelaninfics · 23 hours
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Harry Styles masterlist
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MUST BE 18+ TO READ
Titles marked with a 🦋 include smut
Titles marked with 🧸 include DDIg/littlespace
Titles with a 🖤 include dark! themes
Everything is written as a black reader insert but everyone is welcome to read!
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• Every Last Drop 🦋 || Sub!Harry
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littlemelaninfics · 23 hours
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Matthew Lillard + Characters masterlist
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MUST BE 18+ TO READ
Titles marked with a 🦋 include smut
Titles marked with 🧸 include DDIg/littlespace
Titles with a 🖤 include dark! themes
Everything is written as a black reader insert but everyone is welcome to read!
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Stu Macher
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•Make Me 🦋 || Rough!Stu Macher x Reader
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littlemelaninfics · 23 hours
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Jeremy Allen White + Characters masterlist
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MUST BE 18+ TO READ
Titles marked with a 🦋 include smut
Titles marked with 🧸 include DDIg/littlespace
Titles with a 🖤 include dark! themes
Everything is written as a black reader insert but everyone is welcome to read!
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Carmy Berzatto
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•Mistaken Identity 🧸|| DD!Carmy, sub!reader
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littlemelaninfics · 24 hours
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Aaron Hotchner masterlist
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MUST BE 18+ TO READ
Titles marked with a 🦋 include smut
Titles marked with 🧸 include DDIg/littlespace
Titles with a 🖤 include dark! themes
Everything is written as a black reader insert but everyone is welcome to read!
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• Daddy's Lap 🧸|| Daddy!Hotch
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Eddie Diaz masterlist
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MUST BE 18+ TO READ
Titles marked with a 🦋 include smut
Titles marked with 🧸 include DDIg/littlespace
Titles with a 🖤 include dark! themes
Everything is written as a black reader insert but everyone is welcome to read!
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• Rough Night 🧸|| Thrupple!Reader x Buck x Eddie
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Daddy's Lap
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Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Daddy!Hotch, pwnp, pretty mild tbh (still no minors)
“Come sit on daddy’s lap.” His husky, yet dominant voice echoed around the room, but you couldn’t find the strength within yourself to even begin to move towards him.
You watched as he effortlessly twirled the sleek black pen between his fingers, taking the tip lightly between his lips. He peeled his hooded gaze up from the sheets in his lap to your eyes, causing your knees to become irrevocably weak. You began to move but he stopped you in your tracks, your socks gliding slightly against the hardwood beneath you.
“Take your panties off.” He sat up slightly, putting the pen and stack of documents on the side table next to the Lazyboy. Hotch uncrossed his legs, his togue swiping his bottom lip as he waited for your compliance.
“Aaron-.”
“I said take your fucking panties off," he said becoming increasingly impatient, "before I have to lie you across my knee.” His cold, unwavering eyes looking you up and down. In this moment, you were nothing but property.
You raised the hem of the nightshirt you stole from his top drawer just enough to connect your cold fingers with the waistband of your panties. You hesitated, but complied with the command nonetheless. When they reached the floor you stepped out of them, waiting for whatever may come next.
"Bring them to me." You pick up your panties making sure to bend at the knees, cautious of not showing too much. This dynamic was still new to you, but you fully accepted your role. Your feet padded along the floor until you reached the chair he was engraved in. Hotch instantly grabbed them from you, enticing a small gasp from you. He looked deep into your eyes when he brought the ball of somewhat damp cotton to his nostrils, inhaling deeply.
He approved of the omitting scent with a low groan, his eyes rolling at the same time. As much as he was in control, the trap you had sprung on him was one he happily fell into. He opened his eyes back placing the wad in the pocket of his t-shirt. Aaron traced you thighs in no distinct pattern, trailing between them and gently gracing your pussy.
“Mmmm," he said lowly, "Look at you, your pussy is soaked and I haven’t even touched you." He quickly and roughly pulled you into his lap placing an open mouthed kiss on the side of your jaw, taking in the scent of you Peach Nectar shower gel.
"Are you gonna be good for me?"
The deep hum of his voice right in your ear sent shivers down your spine. He smiled lowly connecting his head with yours,
"It is so fucking easy to make you squirm.” he smirked.
"Please."
"Please? Please what?" Hotch eased.
You were sitting sideways in his lap, but you started to grind your hips anyway,
"Mmm, are you needy, baby? Trying to get yourself off on my lap?" He started kissing and nipping at your neck sending you into a spiral. You could feel his cock hardening beneath the confines of his dark blue sweatpants. Hotch brought you more towards the center of his crotch grinding your hips down on him,
"You feel that?" His hips started teasingly thrusting. He did this a few more times before turning your face to him, kissing you deeply. He pulled away closing his palm around your neck, leaning you back enough to see your whole expression.
"You want my cock? Hmm? You want to feel me here?" He brought his other hand to circle your front and press on your lower belly. The girth of the massive head you felt rubbing against your clit was pushing you closer.
You felt his hand wedge between you when your pussy started to burn with the sudden intrusion. He pressed your hips all the way down on him, grunting as he bottomed out. You could no longer hold in your cries of ecstasy when you felt his thick cock reaching the spot in your lower belly he had just previously teased.
As quickly as everything happened, it stopped. You opened your eyes feeling Aaron remove his hands from you completely. Thinking he was just putting you in a different position, you waited. You look beside you when you feel his body twist to the side, collecting the stack of papers from the side table. He cleared his throat nonchalantly reading over his assignment.
You looked at him puzzled, when you wiped it off completely. Who did you think you were? You're strictly there to keep his cock wet and warm. Nothing but holes for him to use.
Once your heart rate came back down, you smiled slightly at how quickly he cuts you off at the source and how much you live for it. You got comfortable before lifting his arm and placing your head on his shoulder. He closed his arms around you, papers out in front and kissed you on your head.
“Good girl.”
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littlemelaninfics · 3 days
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Rough Night
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Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Thruple Dynamic, Smut
It was 4:56 am when you flopped over in bed for what felt like the 100th time. You were on the verge of tears at this point because all you wanted was to sleep. You let out a frustrated whine that stirred the sleeping being next to you,
“Y/n. It’s 5 in the morning,” Buck said with his face still smushed into his pillow.
“I can’t sleep.”
He sighed deeply and turned on the bedside lamp; turning over to prop his head in his hand and look at you,
“What can I do?”
“Nothing,” you said with a furrow in your brow.
“Nothing?” He asked, trying to catch your eye. You briefly look at him before huffing and looking up at the ceiling,
“My mind won’t shut off.”
“What’s going on?” His brow started to furrow a bit. The thought of you being riddled with stress or anxiety gave him stress and anxiety.
“I don’t like him out there by himself. He should’ve called.”
Buck’s realization set in and he let out a small chuckle,
“Babe. He’s not alone,” he said reaching out to caress the side of your face.
“You’re not with him,” you said finally turning your head to him.
“It’s a simple call. They didn’t need me.”
“If it’s so simple then why hasn’t he called?”
“Aha. I don’t know. But if he hasn’t called now then it just means he’s on his way.” Buck barely got to finish the sentence when the deep click of the front door being unlocked sent shockwaves through your body. You spring leaped out of bed practically busting through the bedroom door like the Kool-Aid Man to race down the hall.
Your brain registered Eddie coming through the door, but failed to send the signal to your feet to stop,
“Whoa! Ha ha! Hi!” You jumped in his arms giving him no time to put his stuff down. The grip you had on around his neck looked lethal, but was filled with nothing than love and relief. You began peppering his neck and face with kisses until he finally caught you lips.
Buck came around the hall and smiled at the sight in front of him. Eddie walked the rest of the way through the door, shutting it and dropping his belongings. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing you deeply. He started to spin around and you had a giggle fit. You settled down quickly looking in his eyes,
“Hi.”
“Hi,” he stared at you for a couple more seconds before kissing you on the nose and putting you down,
“What are you still doing up?”
“She’s had a rough night,” Buck said coming up behind you.
“Oh yeah? Rough how?” Eddie said expressing slight concern. The look in his eyes made your stomach do the thing and you instinctively looked back at Buck. Not to look for approval, but you’re honestly not really sure why. He just nodded his head and you turned yours back to Eddie.
You’re still getting adjusted to expressing your feelings so you had a staring contest with his chest,
“I don’t like when you go on runs without him.” You slightly turned half of your body towards Buck before looking back to Eddie with a pout.
Eddie looked at Buck in such awe of the girl between them. He grabbed the sides of your face with both hands, pulling you into a sweet kiss. Suddenly you feel fingers tracing your arms before a wet, spongy sensation was being placed on both shoulders. Buck kissed from your shoulders to where the side of your neck connected, biting lightly then running his tongue over the slight sting.
You moaned at all of the attention you were getting when Eddie released the kiss and Buck turned your head, shoving his tongue in your mouth. Eddie took over where Buck left off and attacked the left side of your neck. He kissed down to the exposed skin on your chest peeking from your tank top before kissing down your clothed body.
When he was on his knees in front of you, you felt your shorts being pulled down now exposing the cotton panties you were wearing. Eddie left open mouthed kisses both of your hip bones, teasingly lowering your panties. Buck’s hand wrapped around the side of your neck when you felt a slick strip being placed on your pussy.
You moan instinctively, breaking the kiss from Buck to look down at Eddie. Your chest was rising and falling so hard, but he looked up at you with his mouth never ceasing to stop. Letting out a low growl, he pulled your hips into his face even more. You let out an audible gasp when you reach for Buck’s hands and place them on your clad tits. He immediately began kneading and pinching at your hardening nipples. You rested your head back flush against his chest and closed your eyes.
Buck started to remove the straps from your shoulders when you felt Eddie’s hand scale all the way up your body and wrap around your throat, pinning you in the position. Your tank top was down around your midsection with a hand around your throat and kisses being placed randomly on your upper body.
Buck lifted the tank top up and off completely before teasing your lips with two fingers. You instinctively open your mouth, taking in the same fingers that have given you orgasm after orgasm. He pushes past the soft palate of your tongue until he feels your throat constrict around his fingers and fight against Eddie’s grip. You gag with his hand in your mouth earning a deep moan in your ear. He slowly pulls out, draping the string of saliva down your chin and letting it run down. He keeps doing that until he’s gathered enough for a nice streak to run between the valley of your breasts and down your stomach.
You are incredibly close to cumming when Eddie licks a full strip from your pussy up to the stream waiting for him. He stands up biting your shoulder just as roughly as Buck when he looks his partner in the eye. You couldn’t see Buck’s reaction, but you could guess what it was by the way you’re being flung over Eddie’s shoulder. He lands a nice slap to your ass before beelining for the bedroom. You look up briefly to see Buck right behind, taking off his shirt with a smirk.
You only heard the door close, but the neighbors heard everything else.
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littlemelaninfics · 3 months
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Make Me
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Warnings: pnp, pure smut, short asf
Stu pulled me up by my throat and I rested my left hand on his thigh, the other stroking his cock. He scooted more towards the edge of the couch and gave me a nice tap on my cheek,
“You gonna suck my cock like you know how or am I gonna have to remind you?”
“Mmm.”
Another tap. “That’s not answer.”
“Yes,” I choked out. He rolled his eyes and shoved my head down, taking all but two extra inches down my throat. He let out a grunt while he kept my head there,
“Open your throat. Open it,” he thrusted his hips up, his cock prodding at the wall of resistance. He yanked my head off and we went back to our original positions,
“Do it fucking right or I swear to God.”I took a risk,
“Make me.”
He was off the couch so fast and had me bent over the ottoman before I could properly register what was happening. His hand meat the back of my neck and he pushed me down while hiking my knees up on the stool.
Stu teased my clit with the head of his cock before making me feel every. single. inch. I moaned so loud that I’m sure the neighbors could hear. He let out a couple of grunts and moans before telling me how tight I am.
“Every time I shove my dick in this whore of a cunt, you squeeze me like you would die without me. Fuck.”
“Ohhh fuck, Stu. Please fuck me harder.” He grabbed into my hair and kept one hand on my hip. He started pulling me back into his his cock that I could feel him in my stomach. He could tell I was close because he bottomed out and flexed his cock inside of me.
“Fucking make me. Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“Ohhh God, I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“No, but you will be.”
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littlemelaninfics · 3 months
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Every Last Drop
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WARNINGS: sub!harry, slight pegging Dom!Reader
He was a moaning mess. His body twisting and turning at every tug or lick I administered to his red cock. I shoved his cock back down my throat and he let another grunt,
“Please…” the word fell from his lips in a broken cry as I looked up at him.
“Please what, Harry? Use your words”
“Fuck me. God, please let me cum” he whimpered, trying to raise his ass off the bed to get more friction. I sit all the way up and lift my hands up,
“Ah ah. You know better than that. C’mon, baby. Don’t disappoint me now.”
He let out a breathy “fuck” before apologizing.
“Sorry for what?”
“I’m sorry for…”
“…being a greedy bad boy and trying to take more than I give him.” He just stares at me for a moment and I grip is balls in my fist,
“Say it.”
“I’m sorry for being a greedy bad boy who tries to take more than you give me.”
“See, was that so hard?” I release my grip before replacing it with my mouth. I suck lightly while tugging on his throbbing dick.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m about to cum! Please can I cum?” I didn’t answer him and inserted a finger into his wet hole. He busts immediately and I make the ‘come here’ motion to help him ride it out. I pull out my finger and pick up his cock to lick it clean. He’s a flinching, sweaty mess and I let him go with a ‘pop’.
He lets out a sigh and I let out a slight chuckle before removing my bra. Harry’s eyes are still closed when I hover over him, but he opens them he feels heat towards his face. He turns his head slightly and I take my seat on his waiting face. I ride his tongue until my juices are leaking down his cheeks. I remove myself and climb back down his body. I pick his cock up again and insert it in my pussy.
“Wait! Fuck! Oh god!”
“Awwww, is someone sensitive?” I ask keeping a steady pace. I lean down to his ear and whisper,
“I told you, you’re going to give me every. last. drop. Now be good boy and fill me up.”
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littlemelaninfics · 4 months
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Can we send Carmy thoughts here 👀
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PLEASE
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littlemelaninfics · 4 months
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I don’t write for CE anymore either. It’s such a disappointment from him. Anyone of the planet (could even be half his age and foreign if he wanted), but no he stuck by the racist.
Does anyone notice how ASP has been SILENT since the “kinda” two ceremonies? He’s fucking dumb!! I hope pussy is worth losing his respectable career and reputation.
But like you said, anyone who actively supports him while he’s kicking everyone who believed him in the face are the real monsters. Chris is being a desperate, geriatric dude. It’s expected from people like him at this point. What’s their excuse and gain? Oh wait, willingly shouting that no one else, INCLUDING THEMSELVES, THEIR FAMILIES AND CHILDREN DO NOT MATTER because if they did then those cunts would call him out on his bullshit instead of sticking by his side and NEVER TELLING HIM WHEN HE’S WRONG.
You’re doormats, sheep and pathetic. This is how men like De Niro, DiCaprio and now Evans keep getting away with shit like this. Be their fan and tell them when they are WRONG
It’s sad atp, but there are PLENTY of beautiful, white daddies to fawn over and who aren’t walking red flags. They probably deserve and appreciate the attention from us anyway 🥰
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littlemelaninfics · 4 months
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Mistaken Identity
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Warnings: angst, soft!dom Carmy
The Bear kitchen was hot as usual. The doors for lunch open in 37 minutes and like everyday the tension was high.
Carmy is snaking through the kitchen making sure everything and everyone are where they're supposed to be,
"Where are the t-bones?! I should have 5 t-bone steaks trimmed and prepped on this station!" Carmy yelled as he slammed his hand on the metal table grabbing everyone's attention.
"Someone thought it would be a good a idea to test a new wine glaze and pushed back the steak prep," Sydney informed her boss.
"Who?"
Sydney slowly looked to her left with Carmy's hard gaze following, only to be met with a "nonchalant" Richie,
"Oh c'mon! What the fuck, Sydney! Fuckin snitch," Richie whined as he threw his hands up.
"If you think I'm going to stand here and let anybody else get chewed out because of your idiocracy, you are dumber than I thought-"
"I'm not dumb, Sydney! I had a great idea and it would've worked perfectly if I was in the right environment. Can't do shit with you toxic people around me."
"You make it toxic by making people fall behind! You don’t think of anyone else but yourself-"
"I was thinking of the whole restauarant when I started back there so don't even start that with me!" Richie yelled in defense.
The two started overlapping each other and getting louder and louder before Carmy had enough,
"Alright. Alright. ALRIGHT! Fucking ENOUGH! Jesus,” Carmy said cutting both of them off.
“Next person to fuck up my prep is so fucked-" he didn’t even let himself finish the sentence before sighing deeply and starting another,
“Y/n, grab and prep the t-bones before you do anything else.” The look he gave you sent shivers down your spine and you nodded your head slightly. He gave everyone else their orders before storming past Richie,
“Kill the fucking heat, grab the cutting board and dice onions.” Richie rolled his eyes at the grunt work.
Carmy grabbed the rag off his shoulder and wiped his brow,
“Gimmie that shit,” he said pointing to the “glaze” on the stove. Richie handed the pan to his cousin in way that would’ve been fine, but today he grabbed for it without looking.
"Why the fuck would you hand me a hot pan?! Huh?"
“Maybe if you were looking-"
“Shut the fuck up, Richie!”
You heard the commotion and headed towards the noise. You saw Carmy holding his hand and rushed over to help him. You tried to guide him to the sink when his wrath turned to you,
“What, what, what!? What the fuck do you want!?”
“I’m-um. You got burned so-"
“So what!? I told where to be so why aren’t you there!?”
“I was just trying to help you,” your voice was very low. His tone was one you connected with your head chef, but the look in his eyes was definitely something more personal.
“Chef, did I or did I not tell you to prep those steaks?” All you could do was stare back at him with a head full of nothing.
“When I tell you to do something, you do it. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes..”
It’s like he can see you malfunctioning on whether to say “yes chef” or “yes daddy” because in two seconds of you not answering, he’s standing at full height and licking his lips,
“Get out of my sight and into the back,” he said in a very low tone that had the rest of staff looking around for confirmation from one another. You stumble backwards a few steps before regaining your footing and beelining for the office.
You kick yourself for being so stupid. You knew better than to get caught up like that. In the middle of your one on one scolding, the office door flung open and was slammed shut again. You stood up from leaning against the desk and met him face to face. Your eyes wanted to scan the rest of his features, but his were set so you didn’t dare avert yours.
The tension became too much and you broke,
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“You got hurt and I didn’t think-"
“For what?” Carmy reiterated.
You looked at him confused before he got the hint,
“For getting distracted.”
“For getting distracted,” you repeated. The eye contact continued and so did you,
“I don’t like seeing you get hurt,” you said hanging your head low. Carmy could see it in the kitchen, but this just solidified that you were slipping into a space reserved for outside of work.
“Hey, hey, hey. I’m fine. Okay? I promise. But if we’re gonna keep doing this, then you have to behave. Got it?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you said with a wide grin growing.
“Good girl.”
a/n: carmy berzatto aka just jeremy allen white period has been living in my head. this man is 5’7 with a 6’9 personality of bde 🍆
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littlemelaninfics · 5 months
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I’m going to reblog this just so you guys can see why I don’t write for Chris right now. This is INSANE. How does one proudly claim to be a POC…but support him and his new wife (who is a repeated racist)?
At least in the writing world we can flip and mould him into what we want, but you’re literally supporting him in his truest form. Aren’t you mad he lied to the public for all these years about being an ally? Or is it just that he and A*ba are sooooo good looking that they can suddenly do no wrong 🥴? If he weren’t such an “activist” and kept his giant mouth shut, it wouldn’t be such a bombastic side eye shot towards him
Looks come and go, so anyone ripping on A*ba for how she looks is having a rough go at life themselves. I couldn’t give two craps if she’s happy or not as she didn’t seem to mind anyone else’s happiness when it came to antisemitism.
Thanks for coming to my TED Talk
(Cue the SLEW of middle aged/over the hill “women” in my inbox lolz)
Because you support Chris and Alba knowing what has happened, you can no longer act as any kind of ally for POC. You've stated where you stand for a man who has no idea who you are and that you're willing to change/abandon your morals (if you has any to begin) with and that's fine, but you don't get to be a hypocrite knowing what you know.
With the passing of Matthew Perry it puts into perspective that the legacy you leave behind is so important. You've sacrificed yours for a celebrity.
That's so sad, but your new reality.
Just for future reference when the next domestic/ world event happens 🖤
Suck my dick. Suck it, you dumb fucking bitch. You don’t get to decide who I am an ally to or not. I AM a POC, which is more than any of the pathetic haters can say.
You’re all so butthurt that Chris Evans married someone younger and more beautiful than any of you. You hate that he is happy. And you hate that he doesn’t give a shit about YOU, which is why you’re so adamant that he doesn’t give a shit about the rest of us who aren’t deluded, bitter harridans.
You don’t know me. You don’t know a moment of my life. Save your pathetic hate for someone who gives a fuck.
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littlemelaninfics · 5 months
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All she craved was for her Daddy to remind her right from wrong.
To randomly take her in his lap and shower her with kisses as his low stubble scratches her cheeks. To to treat her like his most prized possession.
Colby taught her limits. He used his mental and physical strength to test hers. She learned to give her mind to him for him to whatever he wants with it. He often filled it with his deepest desires and most love filled expressions. Colby made her his.
His friend. His lover. His pet. His submissive.
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