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donatellawritings · 2 months

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I just came across ur page and omggggg??? I'm literally in love. I was wondering if you could do a head cannon of Rafe with a latina reader who sings or plays soccer, tome su tiempo mamas 😻💕🎀

te quierooooo <3 fyi, i suck at headcanons so i hope you like this little drabble! i may have gotten carried away lol

you were constantly singing, i mean, whether it’d be humming along to the music that flowed from your speaker, or belting out lyrics in the shower — you were singing a song whenever you’d gotten the chance. and the best part about it? rafe loved every moment of it. sure, there were times where’d be having a rough day and could do without it, but he was never outright mean about it. truth be told, hearing the spanish words slide off of your tongue made him want you, perched on his lap, like the good girl you are, whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

you were in the middle of singing a kali uchis song while rafe sat at his desk, struggling to focus on properly counting the stack of blue dollar bills that rested in the palm of his large hand, “hey, mama - d’you want to hold off on the singing while i count this?” he’d call out from his seat, before resuming his silent counting.

“sorry,” you winced, biting down into the fat of your bottom lip as you swallowed down your embarrassment, deciding to distract yourself by forcing your attention on the neatly displayed bookcase before you.

rafe was quick to finish his silent task, before sighing as he leaned back into his seat, his legs spread deliciously as he watched you adjust books that were already stood upright. he knew his words got to you easily, you didn’t deal well with correction, you always took it to the heart. so, he decided he’d continue watching you: looking to see if you’d crack.

you decided to stand on your tippy toes, your legs a bit wobbly from rafe having you fucked flush against the wall, just twenty minutes prior. you’d thrown on one of his shirts, the curve of your plush ass straining against the thin fabric as you reached your arm towards the one book that stood just a tad bit crooked. rafe couldn’t help but rub his lips with the side of his index finger, holding back a laugh as you became a bit too engrossed in the bookcase.

deciding to put you out of your misery, rafe let out an obnoxious huff of air, “come here, baby,” he caved, moving his chair away from the desk, giving you the space to climb onto his inviting lap.

you were quick to oblige, approaching rafe with a subtle pout on your lips as you curled into his side, your head resting on his shoulder, his hand softly tapping against the side of your hip. meanwhile, you toyed with his other hand, a lingering sense of embarrassment still bubbling in your stomach as you compared your hand size with rafe.

rafe was all too familiar with your anxious ways, so he decided to humor you about the song that you were singing along to, “so, what was that song that you were singing, earlier?” he questioned, sliding his fingers through yours, bringing his free hand to the back of your neck, guiding you to look up at him.

“la luna enamorada — it’s a kali uchis song,” you spoke, your eyes locked directly on rafe’s as he nodded with his mouth slightly opened. you were the first to break the eye contact, a blush creeping to your cheeks.

rafe presses his lips to the top of your hair, lightly bouncing his knee, “y’should teach me what all of that means,” he taps the side of your neck, commanding your full attention.

you gasped excitedly, sitting up straight in rafe’s lap, “oh my god, and then we can just start talking shit about people in spanish and they won’t even know,” you spewed quickly, laying your hand on his firm chest.

rafe quickly checked-out from your eager ramble, his eyes focused on the hem of his shirt that bunched up around your lower waist. his eyes now hung low as he took in the sight of the thin black thong that was almost entirely enveloped by your ass. the bounce in rafe’s knee now ceased as you turned to face him with a joyous smile.

“okay, so we can start with the basics, y’know-” you were quickly cut off by rafe pulling you to lay back against his chest, his hand now lightly wrapping around your throat.

“tell me that you love me,” he sighed, his hand that was once interlocked with yours now sliding underneath the seamless fabric of your thong. you let out a shaky breath, the overflow of excitement that coursed through your veins, now turning into an adrenaline that hummed through you.

rafe’s warm hand began to tighten around your throat, “te quiero,” you muttered, your hardened nipples now straining against his shirt as he massaged deep circles into your swollen clit.

“tell me that you belong to me,” rafe coaxed, continuing to massage your clit, his voice now an octave lower as he kissed the side of your face, a wet and noisy kiss.

you strained your neck to look up into his bright blue eyes, through your curled lashes, softly nodding as you struggled to find the right words, “t-te pertenezco a ti,” you forced out, a moan escaping from your throat as rafe’s fingers slid into your tight and wet hole.

rafe smiled down at you, mimicking your slacked jaw as he fit the entirety of his two fingers inside of you, “oh shit,” he laughed, bringing his hand from your throat, down to your hip, holding you still as you attempted to roll your hips, desperately needy for any kind of friction.

“rafe, plea-”

rafe shook his head, his fingers tensing inside of you as he leaned his forehead against your head, “tell me to fuck you, mama.”

“cógeme, te necesito.” you whined obediently, slightly shifting your hips, just to feel something. rafe decided he’d let you slide, considering how good and willing you’d been today. plus, his cock was already strained against his khaki slacks, eager to be freed and plunged into the deepest parts of you.

“y’such a good fucking girl,” he praised, pulling your face in for a disgusting sloppy kiss, his wet and warm tongue fighting against yours as he slid his lengthy ringed fingers in and out of you.

#starsluver #asks #rafe cameron #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #obx #obx imagine #rafe cameron smut #sweetheart!reader

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wheatnoodle · 10 months

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i love you, evangeline

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“so,” dustin says around a mouthful of french toast that has him spewing crumbs everywhere, “can i ask about…y’know…you becoming…you?”

“yeah, sure. ask away. we didn’t do secrets before this,” evie freezes briefly as she grabs a napkin to give him. her face cringes slightly. “sorry about that, by the way.”

dustin flaps the napkin to wave her worry off. “dude, you could literally get killed if you tell the wrong person.”

“way to remind us,” robin rolls her eyes over her coffee mug.

“anyways!” evie cuts in with a clap of her hands. “your questions?”

“oh! right. i wrote them down,” dustin says and pulls out his phone to open his notes.

“he wrote them down,” robin repeats sarcastically under her breath, earning a snort from evie and a glare from dustin that has her raising her hands in surrender.

dustin takes a sip of his orange juice and clears his throat. “okay. did you know before you left hawkins? how did you figure it out?”

“yeah, i knew before i left. i think right around when the whole…vecna thing happened was when i really understood what was up,” evie nods thoughtfully, “like, i always felt…different? or just lost, i guess. and then with starting to find words to put to my feelings, like transgender and dysphoria, it started to feel like maybe i wasn’t so weird. robin and i went shopping and tried on like skirts and stuff and that was wild. and then i started thinking about all the girls i had dated and what that meant, and honestly, i think i wanted to be them rather than be with them.”

“so if you didn’t want to be with them, are you gay? or…i guess straight? like you like dudes?” dustin asks, his brows drawn as he listens.

“y’know, i haven’t really thought too much about it but…yeah,” she shrugs. “i guess i’d say i’m straight since i like men.”

“cool,” he nods with a smile. “damn, so even as a girl, you and robin still won’t date.”

“oh dude, i was struggling helping her out with everything after her boob job. i swear, i was no better than a man,” robin says across the table.

“she wore an ace bandage as a blind fold,” evie laughs, tossing her head back. dustin giggles as he watches robin pick up the newspaper to smack evie with, her cheeks bright red.

“is it only robin and now me who knows?” he continues along with his questioning.

“you two and my dad’s secretary since he didn’t feel like answering the phone. she congratulated me, by the way,” evie smirks at the end. just picturing her dad’s face if he were to hear the news. the rage, the steam coming from his ears. screams that could be heard blocks away as he throws another lamp. and his loyal secretary of 8 years has already congratulated his daughter and told her how happy she is for her. robin high fives her every time she gets to mention it.

“damn! i cant imagine how much that took for you to cal him. nice work,” dustin smiles proudly. “would you ever want to tell more people from hawkins?”

she’s silent for a minute. it’s something she didn’t think she’d ever consider doing. and yet, she can’t outright say no.

“i think so. someday. i hope.”

“i could…ease them into the idea so it’s less of a shock? just like…gauge where everyone’s head is at in regards to transgender individuals, give you two updates, see where to go from there?” dustin suggests with a shrug. robin’s brows raise under bangs. now that’s an idea she hasn’t had yet.

“that sounds…good,” evie nods confidently after a second, a new smile blooming on her face. robin cheers from her seat and throws her arms in the air. “just be subtle! don’t walk in all ‘hey guys, how do you feel about hypermasculine jocks from small towns turning into women who wanna be barbie?’.”

“oh no, you stole my plan word for word,” dustin rolls his eyes. “no shit i’ll be subtle. it’s a shame a side effect of estrogen isn’t intelligence.”

“don’t forget i’m hosting you,” evie warns with a pointed finger.

“yes, mom,” he sighs heavily, “okay, you can stop me if this is too far. you said you got your boobs done, did you get…like…the surgery? like the surgery?”

“not too far, honestly. yeah, i got it about…a year ago, actually! ahh happy birthday to me!” evie claps excitedly.

“does it work?”

“DUSTIN!”

“i just don’t get why he hasn’t said anything. he said he would update us what she’s like, i mean c’mon, he’s the first one invited over! the first one allowed over! he promised to text when he got there, what if something happened? did everyone die? him and robin are silent! nobody answers their texts!”

“eddie! will you please just stop? dustin is fine and i am sure he isn’t wooing your fairy princess, love of your life, big stupid crush, ms evangeline,” gareth groans. he’s laying upside down on the couch in his and eddie’s apartment, curls dangling to the ground. it’s been forever of listening to eddie gush about robin’s roommate and now it’s just even worse with dustin staying with them. the least eddie could do is stop pacing in front of him, he’s making him motion sick watching his legs go back and forth.

finally, eddie flips down next to him with a heavy sigh. he takes a long swig of his beer, effectively draining half of it down his throat, before just staring at the ceiling.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry. you’re right. everything’s fine. plus, it’d be pretty fucked of him to go flirt with her when i called dibs.”

“you can’t dibs a woman-“

“yeah, yeah, shut up.” eddie lightly kicks at gareth’s shoulder. he sighs again, his finger fiddling with the wrapper on his beer bottle. “…do you think he’s mentioned me?”

“that’s it, i need a knife.”

~🌷🌻~

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jeannineee · 10 months

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Can you write something super angsty where Azriel comes back from the dungeons after torture and he just looks so.. broken, that reader (Azriel's mate) picks a fight with Rhys and is so angry that both Cassian and Azriel have to restrain her so she doesn't rip Rhy's face apart...

Rage

Azriel x Reader

a/n: this hurt!!! Requests are open. Working on a few more smut prompts first, though. Let’s pretend for the sake of this fic that reader rivals Rhys in power.

warnings: uhhh canon-typical themes, ig?

PART TWO.

When Azriel arrived home, he didn’t spare you a single glance as he went straight to the bedroom.

You knew something was wrong without needing to ask him. The bond radiated his feelings.

Numbness. Exhaustion. Disgust.

Azriel was sitting on the edge of the bed, face buried in his hands. His shoulders shook gently with each sob that escaped his lips.

He never cried. Never.

With tears stinging your own eyes, you knelt before him, taking his hands in your own.

There was nothing you could say. No words that could cure the scars etched into his soul. The scars that his work gave him.

“I’ll be back,” you whispered to Azriel, before winnowing to the House of Wind.

Cassian was the first to greet you, the grin on his face quickly diminishing as he saw the fury in your expression. “Y/n? Everything okay?”

“Where is Rhysand?” you asked, your voice lethally quiet.

“Dining room. Why?”

You didn’t reply, body shaking with rage as you found Rhys, seated at the dining table, in casual conversation with Mor. They both turned to you, words falling short as they took in your presence.

Cassian stood only a foot behind you. Ready to intervene.

“You are breaking him,” you said to Rhys, fists clenched in anger. “You are breaking him.”

Azriel entered the room then, standing beside Cassian.

Rhys cleared his throat, standing awkwardly from his chair. “Y/n, Azriel is aware of his responsibilities—“

Your teeth were bared in a snarl as you slammed your fist on the table, so hard the wood splintered. “Responsibilities? Is that what you call it? Do you know how it affects him? Do you even care?”

Rhys’s jaw clenched. Mor backed away from the table, eyes darting between you and Rhys.

“I understand you’re upset, y/n, but don’t you dare question my love for my family. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for them,” Rhys said.

You heard Azriel say your name, tugging on the bond to get your attention, but you didn’t relent.

“Azriel is your brother. He would do anything for you. Anything. And you take full fucking advantage of him.”

Cold rage passed over Rhys’s face, but it was gone as he loosed a breath. “Y/n. You need to calm down—“

“Calm down!?” you shouted. You saw red as the room began to tremble with the force of your power, just under your fingertips.

An inhuman growl crept up your throat as you lunged at Rhysand. Two strong sets of hands grabbed you—Azriel and Cassian.

“I should fucking rip you apart,” you sneered at Rhys, thrashing against the two warriors that held you back. “You’re fucking killing him! This shit will slowly eat at him, and he’ll fucking waste away while you sit on your throne!”

Rhys was wide eyed and speechless—the first time you’d ever seen him that way. Finally, he said, “Get her out of here,” in a voice so quiet it was almost inaudible.

Cassian released your arm. He offered you a kind, halfhearted smile, but you were far too enraged to return it.

A string of curses and threats towards Rhys were spewed like venom from your mouth as Azriel winnowed the two of you home.

#acotar #acotar headcanon #a court of thorns and roses #acotar fanfiction #acomaf #acosf #acowar #Azriel x reader #Azriel angst #acotar Azriel #Cassian acotar #rhysand acotar #azriel acotar #acotar cassian #female reader

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zombholic · 6 months

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MY KIND OF LOVE — abby anderson

summary — illegal boxing was never on your bucket list until your friend brought you to one.

description — poc fem!reader, illegal boxer!abby, reader has tattoos and a couple of piercings, mentions of drug usage, bidding, sexual themes, not for minors.

chapters — two, three, four, pending.

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“Jesse, I really don’t wanna see your ass get rocked by some she-hulk.” You were wiping down the bar as it was starting to close up, your annoying but dear friend for many years was indeed begging you to go to one of his also many illegal boxing matches.

“No Y/nn, listen if you go with me I swear I will fix your car for free, please I just want someone to go with me.” He clasped his hands together under his chin begging you.

“Fine, only because you’re fixing my car for free.” Rolling your eyes at the boy man.

“I’ll pick you up at 10.” He shoots you a wink before heading out the bar doors.

Sliding your arms into your sweater you turned the light off on the open sign and locked the doors, quickly getting into your tiny vehicle to speed back to your even tinier apartment.

You were quick to freshen up, only wearing basketball shorts and a black wife pleaser that showed off your tattoo pieces. You slipped on your worn out black converse and left your natural, it was an underground boxing match there was no need to dress up so you quickly shot Jesse a text that you’re ready.

Jesse was there in ten minutes, you guys reached a very strange looking building but he had assured you it was quote on quote safe.

He took you into a supposed locker room, and started wrapping his hands in a white wrap. He was shirtless with a pair of blue shorts, Jesse wasn’t ugly of course he was very attractive and if you weren’t a raging lesbian you probably wouldn’t had sex with him already.

“I wont lie, Abby scares me with the way she fights.” Jesse admitted as he started air boxing you.

“I would be scared her too— stop you’re fucking annoying.” You slapped his fists away.

“How much is the bidding anyways?” You both started walking over to the arena, it was small with quite a handful of people that looked like they would watch illegal boxing.

The ring was used and looked very unsanitary but you stood over the edge of the bars watching Jesse enter them, rubbing his shoulders trying your best to hype him up but deep down you knew he was going to get his shit rocked.

“I think it was around two grand.” He took a chug of his water.

The arena grew louder, Abby’s name being chanted as you watched her jog down to the ring. Her hair in tight dutch braids, you could see the bandage wrapped around her chest that poked out of her white fitted tank top, her red shorts showing off her toned thighs that could actually crush you to death.

“I am not bidding on you.” You gave him a worrisome glance before jumping down and taking your place in front of some people.

“Now who’s ready to see our boy Jesse get his ass demolished by the one and only Abby Anderson!” You swore you saw this episode on spongebob and knew it was not going to end well.

“Start bidding motherfuckers! Money goes in the bucket!” A guy and a girl running around collecting money from the crowd, the howls and roars from them only getting louder.

This was not your environment.

You watched at they placed in their mouth guards, Abby slowly walking around Jesse like she was ready to rip his jugular out. She was first to hit him with a punch straight to his cheek, the blood already spewing out his mouth.

Wincing at the sight you couldn’t look away, he begged you to come here to watch his get obliterated by this woman who literally beats men for a living.

Jesse threw an uppercut under her chin she was quick to wipe the blood off her lips, her expression was deadpanned. She threw a couple more hits to his stomach, nose and his head. You watched your friend collapse to the floor his face screamed in excruciating agony.

The round was called out since he was on the floor, you ran over to him crawling under the rubber like bars making your way to him trying not to touch the blood or else you would pass out too. Grabbing his face you pushed his hair away from him seeing the bruises forming on his stupid face.

“Need your girlfriend to revive your bitchass?” Her mocking voice spoke behind you.

“I’m not his girlfriend Ms. She-Hulk, and fuck off you won stop being a bitch.” You turned your head to shoot her a glaring look.

She shot her hands up in defense, her tongue poking her cheek with the cockiest smirk plastered across her bloodied face. “Don’t start with me girl.”

“Or what?” You stood up crossing your arms over your chest as you shot deathly rays into Abby’s face.

“I wouldn’t even have to prove anything.” She twirled your hair around her finger.

You were quick to push her shoulders back, the audacity she had to touch you was beyond comprehension. She barely budged, her build so broad and strong it was a joke to have even pushed her.

I guess your joke of a statement ticked her off, she was quick to pushback on you but harder causing you to fall back on your ass.

“I could do much worse than push you on your fucking ass little girl.” All you could do was look away the crowd was quick to chatter and mumble about the situation.

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authors note — i swear guys the other parts will be better I PROMISE this is the best i could do for someone who doesn’t know shit about boxing. ask to be on the tag list!!

tag list — @atomicami @whore4abby @doepretty

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abeautylives · 1 year

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My Name or Nothing At All

a/n: Oh hi. My lovely, beautiful and very smart friend convinced me to write this after I sent her a teeny tiny imagine based on that look on Josh’s face. 5k+ words later, my first fic was born. Oops. Shout out to all my pookies who got to read it first <3

pairing: Josh x f!reader

summary: You’ve made your boyfriend jealous for the first time, and he simply won’t stand for it :)

warnings: 18+ minors stay far away, language, light arguing, graphic sexual content, oral (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, yadda yadda - enjoy!

update: read part 2 here

Josh can sense the look on his face before he’s even begun to process how he’s feeling. Is he… jealous? That seems ridiculous, but as he watches you from where he’s perched on his seat near the pool tables, he can see the playful smirk dancing across your lips. And it’s directed at the bartender who’s barely focused on the drink he’s mixing for you. Are you batting your fucking eyelashes at this guy? Oh okay, and suddenly this is the funniest bartender on earth, got it.

Hearing your flirtatious, and honestly pretty theatrical, laughter from across the room, Josh decides he’s seen more than enough. Hopping down from his barstool, he makes his way toward you slowly while taking in your body language. You’re fully leaned over the bar top, barely even on your stool anymore. Your legs are crossed, causing your skirt (which is already hugging your body, leaving little to the imagination) to ride scandalously high on your thigh. Your chin is placed on top of your folded hands as your elbows rest on the bar. Well shit, you look absolutely smitten with Mr. Bartender at this point. Josh can feel the heat rising from his own chest, creeping up his neck to his cheeks. He’s definitely jealous, and he’s a little pissed off.

Finally reaching you, with a gentle hand placed to your lower back, you hear his voice barely an inch away from your left ear.

“Having fun over here without me darling?” he practically hums, the tone and low pitch causing you to sit up straight and move your ass back to be fully seated on the stool. Turning your head to him, you grin as your eyes scan his face. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes narrowed at you with an obviously fake smile stretching across his lips. He’s so breathtakingly beautiful, but you can tell something is off.

“Oh,” you giggle out, “Austin was just telling me some stories about the craziest things he’s seen drunk people get up to in this city. He’s worked at a bunch of different bars in the last f-“

“Austin,” Josh cuts you off, directing his attention to the bartender, “we’d like to close our tab. There’s been a bit of an emergency and we need to go. Now.”

The final word comes out clipped, and is directed at you. Eyes wide and eyebrows raised, you look at your boyfriend like he’s grown a second head. Josh is never rude like this to the staff of any establishment, especially one you frequent regularly. Your shock and confusion are clear on your face as you attempt to ask him if everything is alright, what’s the emergency? But he cuts you off again as Austin places the slip for Josh to sign down on the bar top.

“Go get in the car,” he breathes out at a volume low enough for only you to hear as he signs the receipt and drops the pen to the bar in lieu of handing it back to Austin directly. He passes you his keys and you’re already moving towards the front of the building; you don’t see the fire behind Josh’s eyes as he tells Austin to have a good night, muttering “go fuck yourself” under his breath as he turns on his heel to follow you.

He finds you already in the passenger seat of his Jeep, and as he lifts himself into the driver’s seat you’re bombarding him with questions.

“Is everyone okay? Are YOU okay? What’s the emergency?” you spew out quickly, feeling slight panic start to bubble up.

“Y/N.. shut up.”

Your mouth drops open and you stare at his profile, bewildered, for just a second before he starts to speak again.

Hands gripping the steering wheel, eyes set forward, with a deep and eerily calm voice he says, “There is no emergency. Unless of course you consider my girlfriend flirting with the bartender like a shameless slut an emergency.”

A loud bark of a laugh breaks out of you immediately. “Joshua you cannot be fucking serious right now, I thought something was wrong, I thought someone was hurt for Christ sake! You’re an idiot,” you finish on a giggle and put your seatbelt on. “Let’s go home.”

Turning the key in the ignition, Josh looks over to you briefly. “We will be going home, to OUR home, that we SHARE, because we’re in love yeah?”

“Obviously Josh, what the fuck are you-“

“You love me, and yet you left me at that table to wait for you while you were giving ‘fuck me’ eyes to Austin in front of the whole fucking bar. Including me. How do you think that makes me feel?” He hasn’t raised the volume of his voice, but you can feel the anger rolling off of him in waves as he starts to drive. You won’t tell him, but he looks so good like this. The way his jaw is tensed up right now just makes you want to nip and bite and lick it; you squeeze your thighs together at the thought as he glances to you to speak again.

“It feels shitty Y/N. And I’m pissed off and I think you need a reminder of who you belong to.”

Oh, fuck.

You know Josh doesn’t look at you as a possession of his, but right now you’re feeling a little bit like you need to be possessed. Making him jealous wasn’t intentional, you’re just a little tipsy and the bartender was friendly.

“Josh…” you speak quietly, once again at his profile as he’s focused on the road and turning onto your street. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“Save it.” Damn, can he let you get a full sentence out? Your cheeks grow warm, a little from embarrassment as your body reacts to the venom in his voice, and a little from your own anger at his behavior.

Pulling into the driveway of your home silently, he puts the car in park and turns it off. As you both remove your seatbelts he turns his body to you, “Don’t even think about running in there and hiding away in the bedroom or elsewhere. I’ve realized I just can’t let you out of my sight without you turning into some promiscuous hussy.”

This makes you smile, almost laughing in his face, but the look in his eyes gives a warning. Despite his choice of words, he’s not joking so you drop the smirk and simply nod your head. He nods back and you both step out of the Jeep and head to the front door side by side. With a hand once again placed on your lower back, he unlocks and opens the door with the other and guides you inside just ahead of him. Without turning around, he pushes the door closed and flips the lock with one hand and grips the front of your shirt with the other, pulling you close enough to his body to feel his breath fall across your lips.

Barely more than a whisper he states, “You’re mine. Only mine.”

You’ve been turned on beyond belief since the third? fourth? time he cut you off mid-sentence tonight. But THIS. You can feel the wetness pooling between your thighs before he even brings his lips to yours. The kiss is soft and it lingers, this is your Josh and god do you love him with everything you have. As you reach up to cradle his jaw in both hands, he stops you, gripping each wrist before you can make contact with his skin.

Forehead now against yours, he tells you, “Ya know babe, I really intended to get you home and let you know what a bad girl you’ve been tonight.” He pulls one of your wrists to his lips and places a kiss to it before doing the same to the other. “I was really fucking mad. I thought about punishing you, but I could never hurt you. Considered fucking you and not letting you finish. M’just not a selfish person though, ya know?”

With that, he waits and makes sure your eyes are open and on his. You nod slightly, wanting him to keep talking, to tell you everything he’s thinking. You’re already practically panting, and literally dripping with anticipation for where this is headed.

At your cue, a small smile forms on his perfect lips and you get just a peek at his top row of teeth. “I think that not letting you cum isn’t really a suitable punishment for your wanton behavior with Austin. I think you need a good reminder of exactly why you love being mine, not his, not anyone else’s. Mine.”

A small whine escapes your lips. “Baby, I love you, I don’t want anyone el-“

He cuts you off, again, but this time with his lips, crashing into yours with enough force that your teeth clash together. This doesn’t stop him, as he releases your wrists and brings one hand down to your waist and the other up the side of your neck and around to find purchase in the hair at the base of your skull. Using the hand in your hair, he maneuvers your head to move with him, however he needs, to gain full access to your mouth. On a sigh, your lips open just enough for his tongue to find its way in between them. Matching his eagerness, yours pushes back and they dance together like this, like they’ve done hundreds of times before. You’re melting into each other as your hands move to grip the front of his white t-shirt, then reach around to splay your fingers across his back and pull his body closer.

Needing air and a moment to clear his head and get back on track, he pulls away from the kiss. “Fuck,” he pants out with a heavy breath, “Stop apologizing, stop making excuses. I’m gonna show you exactly why you love me so much. I’m gonna fuck you so stupid that all you can remember is my name.” With that, he pushes you away from him and turns your body towards the stairs. “Get up there.”

He doesn’t expect you to go up and wait for him, he wasn’t joking when he said you weren’t leaving his sight. As you make your way to the stairs and ascend, he’s right on your heels with a playful hand gripping and leaving a light smack to your ass. Crossing the threshold of your shared bedroom, you’re spun back around to face him. His breathing is still labored, and your panties are soaked. His cheeks are tinted a rosy pink once again, his lips slightly kiss-swollen and you know your features match his right now.

Reaching out to the hem of your shirt, he tugs it upwards and over your head without a word. He only spends a moment admiring the bare skin he’s revealed before reaching behind you to undo the clasp of your bra. As it falls loose, he lifts a hand to nudge your chin, wanting to see your eyes. When they meet his, your pupils are already blown wide.

“Oh sweetheart, I haven’t even touched you yet.”

You breathe out a laugh and almost attempt another apology for upsetting him, almost tell him that you don’t even regret it though because his jealousy has gotten you hot and bothered to an embarrassing degree, almost tell him to shut up and get on with it. You’ve remembered however, that he doesn’t want to hear it. Josh has promised you some sort of punishment, or “reminder” as he’s called it, and you’re more than ready for him to deliver.

“Smart girl, remembering to keep her mouth shut,” he hums out his satisfaction at your silence. Reaching to push the straps of your bra past your shoulders and down your arms, he continues, “Need the rest of your clothes off. Need to see all of what’s mine.” His touch and his murmuring, almost as if he’s talking to himself, cause goosebumps to raise on your skin. Once your bra has been tossed to the side, he looks you over to admire his handiwork.

“Are you wet for me, sweet girl?”

All you can do is nod your head, you don’t want to displease him, not now that things are finally getting fun.

“Tell me, I wanna hear all about it.”

You swallow thickly before responding, “Y-yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I’m so wet for you Josh.. I have been since the drive home. Only for you..” You add the last part hoping that he’ll finally let you in on his plans for you. How he’s going to remind you who you belong to.

He palms his dick over his pants, his growing erection becoming noticeable. With a slight growl from deep in his throat, his eyes scan your body from the top, stopping at the waist of your skirt. “Show me. Take the skirt off, touch your pretty little panties and show me.”

Fuuuuuck. This is not how things usually go. Josh is sweet. He’s sunshine, everybody says so. He’s the same in the bedroom, lovingly removing the clothing from your body and touching you as if you’re made of porcelain. Something delicate and precious, he usually savors every moment. Cherishing you. Right now though, you can tell his jealousy has left him feeling a little emasculated, unsure of himself. He’s asking you to prove to him that you want him. Only him. So of course, his wish is your command.

As he watches closely, only a foot or two of distance now between you, you peel the skirt down your legs from the top. Wanting to put on just a little show for him, you bend seductively at the waist to push the skirt down past your knees and allow it to pool at your feet. You take this opportunity to also slip your shoes from your feet and push each item away from you with your toes as you stand back up to face him. He’s been watching with rapt attention, his bottom lip sucked firmly between his teeth. After rubbing himself over his pants once again, he crosses his arms and brings his eyes to yours.

“Touch yourself, love. Show me how bad you want me.”

You do as he asks, slipping the first two fingers of your right hand between your legs, over the drenched cotton of your panties. The pressure is light, but your body has been buzzing for what feels like hours now and the sensation of your fingertips running over your clothed pussy has you biting back a moan. With your own bottom lip now between your teeth, you lift your hand towards him and rub your thumb together with the fingers that are coated with your arousal.

His hand shoots out to grip your wrist and bring it closer for him to inspect, which moves your bodies nearer each other. The glisten on your fingertips makes him smile, a full-fledged toothy grin, before he moves your fingers to his mouth and slips them between his lips. His tongue moves slowly around each finger, savoring the taste of you. Pulling off of your fingers with a pop, he whispers out, “So sweet.. tastes like heaven babe. Need more…”

Josh presses his palm to the center of your chest and lightly pushes you backwards until the backs of your knees meet the bed. You remain standing that way for a beat, until he moves forward and presses the full length of his body against yours, leaning his head down to press a kiss into the skin of your shoulder. From this position he turns his head slightly so he can speak directly into your ear.

“Lay back on the bed sweetheart. Be a good girl for me, for once.”

You scoff at that, a small sound but he’s heard it.

“Don’t forget that you’re in trouble, love. Batting your pretty eyelashes at that idiot, laughing at everything he said. Was he really so charming that you forgot all about me?”

You bend your knees to take a seat on the edge of the mattress. Exasperated, you spit out “Josh, seriously? I’m literally naked in our bed for you and you still think that I give a fuck ab-“

He cuts you off, of course he does, but this time a hand is clasped over your mouth and the other is gripping the back of your head. You feel your eyes bulge and your pussy clench around nothing. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Stop talking. For the love of god, shut up. You’re a brat, you know that?” His gaze has gone hard again, his jaw flexing as he pulls his hand off your mouth long enough to run it over his face. He replaces it quickly. “Here’s the plan my love… I told you I couldn’t punish you, that I couldn’t hurt you. So instead what m’gonna do is make you cum. Once, maybe twice on my mouth, once on my fingers at least, maybe I’ll make you make yourself cum while I watch…” He pauses to think that over for a second, then shakes his head to regroup his thoughts, “And definitely again on my cock. Again and again. Because you, are mine. No one else’s. And you’re never going to forget that.”

Removing his hand from your mouth, he allows you to take in a gasping breath before using the hand on the back of your head to pull you down to the mattress by your hair. You’re almost afraid to make a sound, afraid that he’ll stop. His mouth finds you, soft lips leaving a bruising kiss on yours. His hands are all over you now, your exposed torso left without his attention for too long. His kisses trail from your mouth to your jaw, down your neck where he sinks his teeth in lightly, drawing a shudder and a moan from your body. He smooths his tongue over the marks he’s left behind before continuing his path down your chest. No time is wasted there however, his need to taste you and feel your first orgasm of the night has him in a rush.

Your breaths are heavy as he assaults your skin with his mouth, his hands reaching the waistband of your underwear where he teases his fingertips for a moment. You whine at this, whimper out his name, encourage him to keep going.

“That’s right baby,” he mumbles against the skin covering your hipbone, “that’s all I wanna hear, my name, say it again.”

And you do, over and over, Josh Josh JOSH please baby please please…

Josh smiles to himself, loving the sound of his name in your fucked out voice. He still has barely touched you and you’re practically quivering underneath him. Slipping his fingers under the sides of your panties he draws them down your thighs, past your knees, and pulls them away from you. Stopping to peek at the dampened material that was resting between your legs, he smiles again as he kneels on the floor in front of you. His hands find their way to your knees and creep inward to push them apart, effectively spreading you open to him.

His gaze lingers on your exposed pussy for a moment, witnessing your arousal dripping (literally dripping) out of you. He licks his lips before raising his eyes up to your face, where he finds you already looking at him. Your chest is flushed with anticipation, and he thinks to himself that you look quite beautiful spread out for him, wanting him so badly. He doesn’t speak it out loud, you are being punished after all.

Your eyes don’t leave each other’s as he lowers his face to your core. He can’t resist reaching forward to swipe his fingers through the wetness first, just to feel the slick, satisfying slip of it. He pops those fingers into his own mouth briefly, removes them and licks his lips one more time. A pleased hum comes from you both before he leans in and licks a broad stripe up through your folds, ending with a flick of the tongue over your swollen clit. Your body jolts at the action, having been floating in a haze of arousal for far too long.

“JOSH fuck, Josh please don’t stop..”

“Sweetheart I’m just getting started,” he replies directly into your cunt before he begins to lick at you in a frenzy. He’s eating you out like a starved man, tasting your need for him, before he focuses his attention with pointed flicks to your clit. His hands move under your thighs and around to pull them closer to his face and as your back arches off the bed, he sucks your clit past his lips. One of your hands flies down to grasp onto his curls and the band that’s been stretched taut low in your belly snaps suddenly, his name spilling from your mouth with a string of expletives as your orgasm pulls you under and your thighs close in around his head, shaking. He laps at you slowly as you come down, easing you back to earth with him.

As you let your legs fall open and you attempt to open and focus your eyes on his face, he’s already buried it into your pussy again.

“JOSH! Josh it’s too much, gimme a minute!” you gasp out, gripping and tugging on his hair to try and pull him away from you.

It works briefly, and he lifts his head only long enough to shoot you a shit eating grin, his lips and the lower half of his face shining in the low light from the window.

“I don’t give a fuck if it’s too much, cum again for me.”

Two fingers slide up through your slick folds before they’re plunged into you and his lips are reattached to your overstimulated clit. You’re already pulsing around his fingers and he can feel how close you are to giving him another. He’s sliding them in and out of you at a quick, steady pace and lifts his face from you to watch himself work, enjoying the sound and feel of your wetness coating him. Tearing his eyes away from the sight to glance up at your face, he finds your cheeks red and eyes screwed shut.

“Baby,” he coos up at you, but your eyes remain closed and your hands move to grip the comforter on either side of your body. “Y/N look at me,” he commands with force as he moves from his kneeling position on the floor to join you on the bed. Your eyes shoot open and land directly on his as he’s now hovering over you, his fingers still tucked deep inside you.

“Hi pretty girl,” he sounds innocent but as soon as you attempt a shy smile at him, he curls his fingers inside you, tapping that spot that makes your toes curl.

“FUCK Joshuaaaaa,” his full name leaves your mouth in a whine and he simply repeats the motion with his fingers. Again, again, then pumps them in and out of you once, twice, three times. A final curl of them causes you to cry out and your cunt clenches down around them. Your mouth remains open in a silent scream and your body tenses and releases onto his hand.

“That’s my good girl, doing so well… we’re not done yet though babe.”

You’re a panting mess, limp against the mattress as Josh leans over your face. Tapping his fingers to your lips, you allow him to dip them into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around them until he seems satisfied and pulls them away to stand from the bed. It strikes you that he’s still fully clothed as you hear him kick his shoes off.

You focus on his movements as he goes to disrobe slowly, casually. He’s no longer in a hurry even though his dick hasn’t been touched and it’s now straining against the material of his khakis. He spots you eyeing it. “Hey, eyes up here pervert,” he giggles.

“Oh I’m the pervert when you’ve been-“

“Quiet. My name or nothing at all.”

God damnit. Why is that sexy? You need to remember to not let him make a habit of it.

He continues to remove his clothing, lifting his shirt up and over his head. You watch his muscles flex as he does, first his stomach then his arms. He shakes out his curls once it’s off, moving to undo his belt.

“Josh…” you speak quietly, but it’s his name so you think he won’t mind. He quirks an eyebrow at your questioning and nods his head, so you continue. “Let me help. Let me take care of you, you deserve it.” Your doe eyes and pleading tone don’t work on him though.

“Hmm, no I don’t think so.” He pulls his belt out of the loops, pops the button on his pants and pulls down the zipper. Unceremoniously he tugs his pants down and kicks them away, standing now only in his black boxer briefs. You’ve propped yourself up on your elbows to watch him, your mouth is practically watering. He’s truly so beautiful. You can’t believe he would think you could want anyone else, he is everything.

“Joshua…” He looks up and stays silent. “You’re so hot babe.”

The smile nearly splits his face in half, his famous dimple making an appearance. “Don’t try to soften me up sweetheart. Thank you though.” He laughs off your compliment as he drops his briefs to his ankles, allowing his now painfully hard cock to spring upward. You almost comment on it but he doesn’t let you get a word in, he’s already moving back toward the bed with his hand now gripping himself. He lets out a groan as he strokes himself once, twice, slowly. Your body is tired but you push yourself up the bed and rest your head on the pillows. As he crawls up to you he resembles an animal stalking its prey, the look in his eyes is needy and hungry. You can’t look away.

“Sweet girl, you know I love you right?”

You only nod in response, you don’t think he wants to hear anything else.

“I want at least two more from you. You think you can do that for me?”

You nod again as his face reaches yours, your breaths mingling together as he nudges your nose with his. He’s between your legs and the tip of his cock is also nudging your entrance, his grip around it still firm as he runs it through the wetness that lingers there.

“Kiss me, babe, please.”

He almost scolds you for speaking but instead, indulges your request. As your lips meet, he pushes himself into you, sliding in easily and bottoming out. You let out a squeal into his mouth and he groans in relief. His hands, now gripping the sheets on either side of your head, flex a couple times before he brings one to your cheek. “Fuck, you feel so good baby, made for me. Mine, you’re fucking mine.” He growls out through gritted teeth. “You ready?”

He gives you a second to nod your head and captures your lips again as he pulls out, leaving just the head inside of you before slamming his hips into the back of your thighs. His name leaves your mouth in a yelp as he repeats the motion, building up to a bruising pace. The hand that was on your cheek comes to rest on your throat with light pressure, just enough for you to feel it. You feel completely possessed by him as he looks down between your bodies to watch himself moving inside you. You’re his, no one else’s. He has to know that.

Bringing his eyes back up to meet yours, his pupils are wide, his eyes so dark they’re almost black. Beads of sweat have started to form across his forehead, causing his curls to stick there. He’s slamming into you, your body being pushed toward the headboard, the tip of his cock brushing your cervix on every stroke. You can feel another orgasm creeping up on you slowly, and he can feel it too as you clench around him.

“I can feel you squeezing me, you’re such a good girl baby,” he grunts out. “Give it up for me.” He brings his free hand to your face, and you open your mouth, ready to accept anything he’s got to give. His thumb is on your tongue in an instant and you suck it lightly for a moment before he pulls it away and moves to bring it down to your extremely sensitive clit. His body shifts as the other hand leaves your throat, he’s moved back with his weight on his heels and he grips your waist. As soon as he’s got his thumb on your clit, he adds pressure as he moves it in swift circles. It’s immediately overstimulating, he hasn’t lost his rhythm as he’s pumping his hips into you, and you cry out his name.

“That’s right love, tell me who you belong to, who this sweet pussy belongs to.”

“You Josh, you you you, only y-you,” the words stumble out of you.

“Who makes you feel this good baby?”

“Youuuuu Josh,” you whine, the circles he’s drawing on your clit are unwavering and you know you’re seconds away from a third orgasm.

“That’s. Fucking. Right.” Each word is punctuated by a sharp thrust and you feel the wave crash down over you. It’s powerful and pulls you under as a haze of colors flash behind your eyelids.

“FUCK baby, that’s right, you’re soooo fucking good for me, my good girl,” you can hear Josh speaking, his excited words rushing out of him, but it sounds distant, like you’re floating outside of yourself. His rhythm has faltered and he strokes into you once, twice more before he’s spilling himself deep inside you with a drawn out groan. The grip on your hip is white-knuckled and sure to leave fingertip shaped bruises. He resists collapsing onto you, holding himself up as you float back down to the bed, to this universe. When your eyes open you first see his smile. It’s huge, all of his perfect teeth on display, the little gap between the front top two making you smile too. As your gaze moves lower you see that his torso, his stomach is soaking wet.

“What the fuck is-“

“You fucking squirted, I can’t believe this.” He sounds giddy, like a kid who just got exactly what he wanted for Christmas. “You’re so fucking perfect. And all mine. How did I get so lucky?” He’s almost giggling as he slowly pulls out of you and comes to rest on his side next to you.

“I’ve… never done that before,” you’re giggling now too, taking in Josh’s afterglow as he’s looking down, transfixed by the mess you’ve made of the bedding.

“Yeah, you think Mr. Bartender what’s-his-face could’ve made THAT happen?”

“Austin. His name’s Austin.”

Josh’s head whips up at that, a fire back in his eyes.

“Oh sweetheart… that was the wrong fucking answer.”

Part 2 🤍

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Starting Over | 6

Summary: You come home to work to find your husband of three years in bed with your supposed best friend. It’s the wake up call you finally needed to take your two year old daughter and get the hell out of Texas. With nowhere to go you head to your big brother in San Diego. The sagger squad takes you under their wings, and shows you what having a family means. You get a fresh start… will you find your happily ever after?

Characters: Jake “hangman” Seresin x Sister! Reader, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Seresin! Reader (Eventually), Hangman x Phoenix (eventually) , Adorable OC Gracie! The Dagger squad

Word Count: 3041 - shorter chapter but didn’t wanna leave y’all hanging!

Warnings: Angst, fighting, cheating husband, emotional abuse, eventual fluff, smut in later chapters, Sweet uncle Jake, Adorable Rooster with a toddler… if I miss any please let me know.

A/N: I don’t own the characters or storyline for Top Gun Maverick. All OC’s are mine. I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR ANYONE TO COPY OR REPOST MY WORK TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM! DON’T STEAL! Reblogs, likes and comments ALWAYS welcomed. THANK YOU @waywardodysseys and @beyondthesefourwalls as always for reading over my work and helping me flush out ideas!!

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Jake came flying out of the house, Nat hot on his heels. They both ran down to where Bradley was already positioning himself in between you and Trent, who had decided to get brave and get out of the car.

“Tulip, go inside with Phoenix and call the police.” Jake said, “The bastard isn’t getting past us.”

You were shaking as Bradley helped you out of the Bronco, Nat close by to get you into the house.

“It’s ok, Baby.” Bradley said, kissing your forehead, “Nothing is going to happen, go with Nix.”

“Well isn’t this a cozy little scene.” Trent drawled, coming towards the group. Bradley and Jake immediately shifted to block his path to you. “You get all high and mighty about me hooking up with Steph, and here you are running off to whore yourself out leaving big brother to take care of the brat.”

Bradley lunged towards Trent ready to tear him apart, but Jake held him back, needing to keep Trent from getting close to you.

“Shut your fucking mouth you worthless piece of shit.” Jake said, “Y/N, go inside with Nix.”

You let Phoenix guide you inside, keeping your eyes locked on the ground, focusing on getting inside and to your daughter.

Once you were safely inside Jake and Bradley turned their full attention on Trent.

“I came here to collect what’s mine.” Trent said, bowing up against the two men. “I’ve had enough of that bitch sister of yours and her tantrum. She’s my wife and will be comin’ home with me.”

“If you keep running your mouth and speaking disrespectually towards Y/N, I’ll be putting my fist through your face, you piece of shit.” Bradley said, “Then Jake will finish off what’s left of you. So I suggest you listen to what’s going to happen.”

“I don’t have to listen to anything you limp dick jet jockies have to say.” Trent spewed, “I’ve got a marriage license that says I can do whatever the fuck I want with that little Bitch.”

Without warning, Jake drew his fist back and sent it flying into Trent’s face, causing the man’s head to snap back with the impact. Blood instnatly started to flow from his nose that had obviously just been broken.

“Well, we did try to warn you.” Bradley said, shrugging “Are you ready to listen now?”

“There’s a court order of protection that you are in violation of.” Jake said, getting right into Trent’s face, “You aren’t allowed within 500 feet of my sister or my niece. The police are on their way, so we’ve got a few minutes to set you straight on some things. First of all, when your sorry ass gets released from jail, where you are 100% going tonight, you are going to take your ass back to Texas. You’re going to contact your lawyer and tell him you agree to whatever terms Y/N has in the divorce papers and you’re going to fucking sign them. In addition to giving her what she wants in the divorce, you’re going to sign off any parental rights you have to Gracie. You are going to forget you ever met my sister, married her and had a baby with her. You get zero rights to my niece. Are we clear?”

“And what if I don’t?” Trent had the bad sense to ask. “I’ve got access to money and can afford to keep this going in court indefinitly. Y/N is just poor trash from the wrong side of the tracks. Alcoholic abusive father and a useless mother… nobody’s gonna help her out.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Bradley said, “She’s got a lot of people behind her. She has unlimited resources and a stronger force backing her. Most importantly, if you don’t agree to the terms that Jake laid out, we will absolutely use the remaining time we have before the police get here to…convince you that our terms are your best option.”

“I’ll have you arrested for assult.” Trent said, fear now creeping into this voice. “I’ll sue you both and go after your fucking careers.”

“You can try.” Jake said, “But we’ve got connections pretty high up on the chain of command that take exception to pond scum dickless assholes that terrorize women and children. And the ‘assult’ you incurred tonight? I’d say that’s just self-defense, wouldn’t you Rooster?”

“Oh, definitely, Hangman.” He replied, “I saw him go after Y/N then you. You were defending yourself and your sister. I’d say he’s a direct threat to Gracie too.”

“Tick-Toc, Asshole.” Jake said, “It’s decision time. What’s it gonna be?”

Trent lunged at Jake, swinging and missing. Bradley grabbed him from behind, yanking his arms and pulling them up and behind his back at a painful angle. He yelped in pain, but still struggled against him.

Jake took the opportunity to drive a solid, strong punch into the man’s middle, knocking the air completely from his lungs and causing him to drop. Bradley used the forward momentum to faceplant him into the ground, keeping his arms secured behind his back and kneeled down to place a knee in his back, effectively subduing him.

“Not a wise choice, Trent.” Jake said, “Have a change of heart yet?”

“Fuck you” he weezed.

“From what I’ve heard from Tulip you don’t have the equipment to do any fucking…” Jake laughed, humorlessly.

Phoenix stepped out onto the front porch taking in the scene and making sure they don’t need backup.

“Police should be here shortly.” She called down, “Mav and the squad are also enroute.”

“Oh, did you hear that you spineless piece of shit?” Bradley asked, “The calvery is on their way. Who do you think will make it here first, Jake?”

“My money’s on our squad.” he replied, “Family always steps up when you need them.”

“I agree.” Bradley said, “They’ll be coming in hot and ready to neutralize any threat.”

“Are you a threat, Trent?” Jake asked.

“I’ll sign the fucking papers.” He said, “The bitch isn’t worth the fucking effort. Neither is the little bastard girl.”

Bradley “accidently” slipped, his weight digging into Trent’s back, causing him to cry out in pain, his arm now essentially being wrenched out of socket by the pressure and unnatural angle it was being held in.

“Oops, my bad.” He said, “Foot slipped.”

Jake laughed, “Careful, Rooster. I’d hate for this man to accidently end up with any more broken bones. It would be such a shame.”

“As much fun as you two are having down there.” Phoenix said, “Y/N could use one of you inside and Gracie woke up.”

“Shit.” Bradley said, “Go on, Man. I’ve got him.”

“It’s probably better if it’s you, Rooster.” He said, “I’ll talk to the cops when they get here.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, not wanting to get in the way, knowing how protective Jake was of his sister, but also dying to get in there to hold you.

“Go.” Jake replied, smiling when he saw how antsy Bradley was to get to you. “I’ve got it. I hear sirens anyway and I’m sure the Mav and the others will be here soon. Phoenix, can you make sure Gracie is ok?”

“Absolutely.” She replied, turning to go back into the house. Bradley thanked Jake and bounded up the walk, taking the steps two at a time.

Inside, Phoenix let him know you and Gracie were in your room. She followed him in to collect Gracie and give you a chance to calm down with Bradley.

“Sweetheart, it’s just me.” Bradley said knocking before opening the door and entering the room. The sight of you curled up on the bed, clinging to Gracie shattered him. He hated seeing you so broken. It made him want to go back outside and beat the piece of shit all over again. He quickly made his way over to you.

Gracie lifted her sleepy eyes to Bradley when he got to the side of the bed. “Woosta, Mommy sad.” she whispered.

“Yes she is, Princess.” He replied softly, “But you’re doing such a good job making her feel better.”

“Gracie, do you want to come cuddle with me and watch Beauty and the Beast?” Phoenix asked, “Or Moana?”

“Moana, pwease.” She replied.

“Sweetheart, Nix is going to get Gracie settled again, ok?” Bradley said, gently sitting down on the side of the bed, his hand coming up to rest on your leg. The contact of his warm hand against your skin pulled you back to the present. Blinking, and processing his words you nodded.

Kissing Gracie’s head, she whispered, “Mommy loves you Gracie Girl.”

“Wuv you too Mommy” She replied before Phoenix picked her up and offered a soft, sympathetic smile before taking her out of the room.

“Is he gone?” You asked, once they’d left the room.

“Not yet.” Bradley said, “Jake has him on the ground though waiting on the police. Nix called Mav and the rest of the squad so they’re probably close now too.”

“I’m so sorry, Bradley.” You whispered, emotions bubbling up and choking you.

“Baby, there is absolutely nothing for you to be sorry for.” He said firmly, moving closer to you and pulling you up into a seated position. He kicked his shoes off and moved onto the bed so he was once more seated behind you, your back resting against his chest. Your head laid against his shoulder and he ducked his head so his cheek was resting against yours. “It’ll be over soon, Sweetheart. I promise. Jake and I convinced him signing the papers…including forfeiting his parental rights…was in his best interest.”

“I don’t want you and Jakey to get in trouble.” You said, “Your careers…”

“Nothing will happen to our careers, Sweetheart.” He assured you, “But even if he did try to press charges against us, or file complaints with the Navy, neither Jake or I would let him get his hands on you or Gracie.”

“Thank you.” You said quietly. “I don’t know what I’d have done without you out there.”

“You’re so strong, Y/N.” He said confidently, “You’d have stood up to him and put him in his place. I just couldn’t bare to stand by and watch him get close to you.”

You turned in his embrace enough to be able to pull his head down lower, your lips landing softly on his. You needed the contact to ground you. It wasn’t a heated or rushed kiss, rather, it was slow and tender, the reassurance you both needed that the other was in fact there and OK.

A soft knock on the door, followed by Jake peeking his head in.

“Tulip, I hate to have to do this, but the police need your statement and a copy of the protection order.” He said, “They’re in the living room, so you won’t have to see him.”

“Ok.” You said, your voice shaky, “Are you OK Jakey?”

“I’m fine, Tulip” He assured you, a smile on his face, “You Ok?”

“I will be.” You said, getting up from the bed and moving towards Jake, “Thank you Bubs.”

“Just doin’ my job, Tulip.” He replied, smiling as he pulled you into a hug. “No way I’m letting anyone mess with my baby sister.”

Bradley got up and walked over to where you were both standing. “Did Mav and the others get here?”

“Yeah, they’re waiting outside until the police leave.” He replied, looking at you “They wanna see you for themselves and make sure you’re ok.”

Bradley put his arm around your waist, “Whenever you’re ready Sweetheart.”

You took a deep breath before walking out to the living room where the officers were waiting.

You grabbed the order of protection papers Lauren had given you and showed them to the officers when they asked to see it. You answered all of their questions before they left, letting you know someone would be in touch when he was released, and reminded you to call your lawyer to inform her of the events.

After thanking the officers they left the house, Mav and the rest of the Dagger squad filed in immediately after.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” Mav said, pulling you into a hug, “Are you ok? Is Gracie OK?”

“We’re both Ok” You assured him, hugging him back. “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course!” He said, “Wish I would have gotten here quicker. Would have liked a turn with that son of a bitch.”

“From the looks of it, Hangman and Rooster had it under control.” Payback said, “I’m glad you’re ok, Y/N.”

“Thank you.” you replied, “It means a lot that you all came running.”

“You’re family, Y/N.” Coyote reminded you, “Nobody messes with our family.”

“It’s a family I’m more than happy to be a part of.” You said smiling at everyone.

“Is our Gracie girl sleeping?” Bob asked.

“She’s in her room with Phoenix.” You said, “She was trying to get her back to sleep. I should go check on her.”

“I’ve got it.” Jake said, “Relax a bit, Tulip. You’ve had a rough night.”

“The night was great until the last hour.” You replied smiling, looking up at Bradley, who hadn’t left your side.

“Well I’m glad to hear THAT.” Jake replied, turning to go to Gracie’s room.

“We all just wanted to check on you, Y/N.” Mav said, “We’ll get out of your hair so you can get some rest. Call us if you need anything?”

“I will.” You promised, “Thank you again, so much.”

“No thanks needed.” He smiled, “Take care of her, Rooster.”

“I will, Mav.” He replied, smiling.

They all hugged you before heading out, leaving you alone in the living room with Bradley.

“Come here, Sweetheart.” He said, pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around you, his forehead resting against your own. Your arms wrapped around his waist, hands pressing against his back. The two of you stood wrapped in each other’s arms, breathing slowly and processing everything that happened.

“Well that was one hell of a way to end a first date.” You said, attempting to lighten the moment. Bradley chucked, pulling his head back in order to look at you.

“It was definitely memorable.” He smirked, “But let’s focus on the good parts of the date… like… this.” He leaned forward connecting his lips to yours in another slow, tender kiss. Once again, neither of you in a hurry, just taking comfort in the other.

“I think that’s a great idea.” You replied when you’d pulled apart.

“Gracie is out.” Jake said, coming into the living room with Phoenix.

“Good. Thank you both so much.” You said, “For watching her tonight and for making sure she was safe.”

“Of course.” Phoenix said, coming over to hug you. “Are you Ok?”

“Yeah.” You replied, calmer now, “I’m OK. I’m going to call my lawyer in the morning to let her know. I’m just worried now what will happen when he’s released.”

“As soon as we know when that will be, we can make plans to make sure you’re not alone.” Jake said, “He’s not getting a second chance to get close.”

“I’ll knock him the fuck out permanently before I let him get near you, Sweetheart.” Bradley added, “We gave him plenty of warnings this time. We won’t give him that courtesy next time.”

“For now, it’s late and it’s been a lot tonight. You need to try to get some rest.” Jake said. “We all should, Gracie will be up early.”

“Will you stay?” You asked Bradley, “If you want…”

“Wasn’t planning on going anywhere, Sweetheart.” He replied, “Let’s go get some sleep.”

“Goodnight, Jakey” You said, hugging your brother, then turned to hug Phoenix, “Goodnight, Nat.”

“Goodnight.” They replied.

As you and Bradley walked back to your room, you heard your brother ask Phoenix to stay. You hoped it meant they’d had a chance to talk before everything went sideways.

Once in your room and the door was closed, Bradley pulled you into his arms again, just needing to hold you for his own well being. After a while you pulled back, looking up to smile softly at him.

“Thank you for staying.” You whispered. “I feel safe with you.”

“Baby, I need to be here with you, holding you, just as much for me as for you” He admitted, “I wouldn’t have been able to sleep anyway without having you next to me.”

“I didn’t see our first date ending like this, but… despite the reasons behind it…I’m not sad about it.” You replied.

“I could have done without seeing you so upset because that about broke me,” He replied, “But getting to spend the night with you is a big bonus.”

After changing out of your dress into a tank top and sleep shorts, you climbed into bed, scooting over to leave room for Bradley. He came back in from the bathroom, his shirt open to reveal his undershirt.

“Bradley, you're not going to be comfortable sleeping in that.” You teased him.

“I didn’t know if you’d be comfortable.” He said.

“Get comfy, Bradley” You smiled, “And please get in bed.”

Smirking, he playfully did his victory wiggle dance you’d seen him do when playing yard games on dinner nights. You laughed as he shrugged out of the button up shirt, pulling the undershirt over his head. He paused, looking at you for confirmation before he reached for the button on his pants, sliding them down until they were on the floor, leaving him in only his boxers. He stepped away from his clothes and got into the bed, facing you. You scooted over closer to him and he immediately pulled you in close, tucking you into his arms. You released a deep sigh, all of the tension leaving your body. You wrapped your arm around his waist, and felt the tension leave his body as well.

“Goodnight, Sweetheart.” He said, kissing your forehead.

“Goodnight, Bradley,” You replied, tipping your head up and leaning in to kiss him softly.

The two of you drifted off into a content and deep sleep. It was probably the best you’d slept in a very long time.

A/N-- Protective Bradley and Big Bro Jake! Whole DAGGER team in force! How are we feeling???

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#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #Miles Teller #top gun fanfiction #starting over #big brother Jake Seresin

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b1ackg1rl-mag1c28 · 2 years

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Incel!Shigaraki x black chubby! reader

note: My first fic so please be nice. Also some words are spelled incorrectly. You can also tell me ways on how I can approve but be nice about it!!

warnings: humiliation, slight misogyny, shiggy is kinda meanish but reader is too

God he was so weird. He put on this personality that he was not like other guys and would never fit in with all ''the popular jocks''. It was so corny that you held back a laugh every time he said something along these lines. He was the walking embodiment of a cornball and you wanted to humble his ass at any giving opportunity. Something held your tongue though; every single time you were about to tell him about himself, you just couldn’t. Deep down you knew that no matter who said anything about him, he will always feel like they are stupid and closed minded. You really wanted to tell him that he was a fucking dumbass, and no one wanted to be friends with him, especially not with that stank ass attuited

You couldn't stand his attitude and the way he would dismiss anyone who wasn't on his level.

But then why were you gladly on your swollen knees, gobbling his dick. Tears and mascara was running down your face, your cheeks were on fire and your face, chest and legs were covered in spit and precum.

''Your throat feels so fucking good. Shit, I wish i could make you my personal fleshlight. Always using that plush body of yours to tease me. Can't wait to beat that pussy up. Maybe then you'd stop talking and learn your place.''

He was spewing out shit like that for the past 20 minutes. He would call you all type of names, all of which was going straight to your clit. Not a single thought was going through your head right now. His hands were gripping your hair to the point where it felt as if he was tearing it straight from the roots. The sting and burn slowly started to melt into pleasure. You were only focused on how he looked down at you. The look was that of a predator who wanted to devour their prey. He made you feel small even though you could body slam him without hesitation.

At first, he started moving your head to get you to go faster, but he grew more annoyed with your lack of compliance. He started shoving and forcing his way down your throat, ultimately, fucking your round face.

He was shoving your head down all the way to the base of his cock and would hold is there for a few seconds. His untrimmed hair was tickling your nose and would cause you to move. But he would always push you back down on it.

''I see the way you look at me. All of that laughing and shit you do when you see me. I know you talk shit-fuck- about me when you are with your friends, but yet here you are, gagging on my dick and getting your dirty pussy juice all over the floor. Can't wait to cum in that fat pussy of yours. Fucckk, your throat is so good. I bet you blow the whole football team every weekend. I mean why else did you have these plump lips for.''

The degrading, the way his dick pulsed in your throat, the way his eyes looked at you, was all becoming too much for you. You reached between and your legs and started rubbing your clit in a frantic manner. You wanted to come so bad, you needed his touch, and he was not giving it to you.

''Fucking greedy bitch. You begged for my cum down your throat, yet here you are rubbing that nasty clit of yours. Nasty slut. You just couldn't wait until I do it. I knew you wanted me to abuse that nasty pussy. Fuccckk im about to cum. I'm about to cum all down that fucking throat, bitch. Shiitt I'm cumming, fuck i'm cumming. Take this dickk. Take this fucking nut baby. Open your mouth and show me when i'm done.''

As soon as the words left his mouth, you felt his cum hit the back of your throat. It was so warm and tasted salty, but you drunk every drop. But you needed more. You needed his cum in your pussy.

You were so close to cumming on your fingers until you felt a sharp pain on your cheek.

''Don't fucking cum yet. I'm not finish with you slut.''

#shigaraki x reader #bnha shigaraki #black reader smut #black reader #shigaraki x black reader #incel shigaraki #my hero academia #bnha #tw mysoginy #tw degradation

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itwasthereaminuteago · 4 months

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¦¦ The Hand That Feeds ¦¦

Bucky Barnes x Brock Rumlow

Tags/Warnings: Hydra Trash Party, Using the Winter Soldier as a plaything, Non-Con oral sex, mentions of abuse, brief blood and violence, happy ending! :D

Also on AO3 for those that prefer it!

When the command came to sit, he got to his knees and waited. The order could be followed up by a number of possible different scenarios, or none at all. Just a test of endurance as the cold from the concrete flooring seeped into his bones.

In the shorter periods between missions when he wasn't being stored in the deep freeze, Hydra's agents got to let loose on the Asset. The Winter Soldier. Anything went really, as long as it wouldn't ultimately compromise his functionality. You might be surprised at how huge a window that left for the things that could be done to him.

From the rhythmic taps and slaps on the cell door as the keycode was punched in, he knew that today it was Rumlow, one of his main handlers, and that he was in a good mood.

“Hi honey I'm home,” he hollers as he enters, “did ya miss me?”

The soldier bit his tongue just in case he ever answered in the affirmative. After all, Rumlow was the gentlest with him and he knew it. He treated him with some amount of respect while the others just used him like the tool he was supposed to be. In spite of his accelerated healing capability, Jack Rollins had still left him shitting blood for a day after one of his ‘recreational’ visits.

Brock swings around the metal folding chair he's carrying, snapping it open in front of the soldier and sitting down in front of him.

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky.” He drawls.

The soldier had noticed Brock using this nickname for him more recently. He didn't like it. It made his head swim and hurt.

“What a day… what a fucking day!” Brock is grinning widely as he leans back in the chair and the metal creaks under his muscled bulk.

The soldier remains still and silent, though when he hears the sound of the zipper his mouth floods with saliva. He likes to think that it's a conditioned response but he's actually not so sure anymore.

Rumlow eases his cock out of his pants and the soldier has nowhere else to look but straight at it, watching as he runs his hand slowly up and down the thick-veined length of himself a few times as he looks down into the blank blue eyes before him. When he pauses his movements and gives a nod of his head the soldier leans forward to wrap his lips around the tip of him, his tongue pressed up wet beneath the bulbous pink head, a bead of precum searing across his tastebuds. Rumlow groans, a low chuckle bubbling out of him as he closes his eyes and lets him get down to it. He trusts him enough not to bite his dick right off. There was a time early on in his conditioning when he would have, Brock was grateful he wasn't that guy, but that nasty little habit was electrocuted out of him soon enough.

Rollins claimed he had trained the gag reflex out of him, although Brock had joked it couldn't have been that hard given the small size of Rollins’ dick. Regardless, the Winter Soldier sucked cock like he was born for it.

“Fucking hell…” Brock groans as he watches him take him fully into his hot mouth “I said it before and I ain't afraid to say it again, you're better than any woman I've had, Jesus Christ!”

Rumlow liked to talk. It was a reliable indication of when he was going to finish when the filthy words just kept spewing out of his mouth like a river. But for now he was just getting warmed up.

“Ohh yeah, there we go. Fuuuuck me.” Brock purrs as the soldier gradually takes him deeper, sucking his entire length down his throat, drool starting to drip from his chin. “You get to be the fucking cherry on top of my glorious day, you know that?”

The soldier shifts on his knees, metal hand sliding to the base of his handler’s thick cock to cup his balls. He knows he likes the feel of the cool plates against them. His flesh hand sneaks down between his own legs, tugging at the canvas tac pants to give his own erection some room to swell. Rumlow is the only one that tolerates him touching himself. Every other basic need of his is taken care of, albeit in a regimented, carefully controlled way. This is the only part he has any modicum of autonomy over. He might be a legendary assassin but his body still yearns for carnal release sometimes.

Brock pipes up again between the echoing slurps and gruff groans they trade.

“Oh yeah, such a good fucking day. I got to kick your little boyfriend’s all-American ass up and down the compound, and it ain't often - fuck - that a guy can say that!”

The soldier didn't answer, kinda difficult to with a cock stuffed in his mouth anyway but he'd often hear Rumlow and the others refer to this person; ‘his boyfriend’, ‘Cap’, but to him he was just another target. Enhanced like he was, but just another target to take down when ordered.

Rumlow continued, his fingers combing through the soldier's lank hair. “God damn, if he knew I got to come back to this, oh yeah, I don't think he'd be too happy.” He laughs again, his hand gently guiding the man between his thighs as he swallows his cock down to the hilt and makes a strangled moan as the tip of him hits the back of his throat. “Not too happy at all.”

Rumlow grits his teeth as he feels himself getting close to going off. “Such a perfect fucking slut mouth on you, mm! Fuck it ain't gonna be long today, you ready for it, huh?”

Whether he's ready for it or not doesn't really figure into anything. The soldier turns his watery eyes up to meet Brock’s blown out dark brown stare, humming around him in answer, almost gagging as the man starts pumping his hips up off the chair, fucking his thick shaft down his abused throat, chasing his impending release.

“Oh shit, yeah yeah that's fucking right! Man if Steve fucking Rogers could see this… see his good ol’ pal Bucky taking my load like a fucking bitch-”

Steve . The soldier turns the name over in his fractured mind as everything else fades into the background. Why does it sound familiar, why does he feel the essence of it in his bones? No other names he had heard in his decades of service had shone out of the dark like this one did.

He's whipped back to the present. Rumlow’s face contorts as he starts spurting his warm salty cum over his tongue with a loud shout.

Then, something's different. Clearer.

He's standing at the open cell door, looking back at Rumlow screaming on the floor in a puddle of crimson clutching at his groin. Somehow this feels like the way it's supposed to go.

Bucky spits out the blood and cum, wiping his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. He twists his foot, the plastic and wires of Brock’s communicator crushing to trash under his boot before he turns and stalks down the corridor.

He sharply rolls the shoulder of his left arm as he walks, the plates rippling into place all the way down, resetting. Everything is clicking into place. Just like his brain.

If he's lucky he's bought enough time to pay a visit to Rollins and the others before the alarm is raised that something has gone terribly, terribly wrong.

#bucky barnes x brock rumlow #winterbones #winter soldier x brock rumlow #hydra trash party #winter soldier angst fic

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suckthatskittlebiiitch · 2 years

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Get it RIGHT

Pairing: Steven Grant × black Reader (marc and jake make an appearance too!)

Warnings: just lots of cussing

A/N: this is an idea I had about how reader would react to Donna being an asshole to Steven and calling him "Stevie" also i was a little buzzed while typing this up just now so there might be a few run on sentences but honestly who gives a shit lol

"ok girl ill call you tomorrow i just pulled up to steven's job! bye love you!" you hung up with your best friend excited to show your man the new braids you got from your trusted stylist. every 3 months you switch it up and when you do hes always so amazed, sometimes he just stares in awe at how your hair could do so many things, styles, colors it was so cool to him.

After parking you pulled down the mirror to make sure ya makeup was still looking bomb as fuck, baby hairs still swooped to the gods and...ya titties looking damn good in the new shirt that was bought yesterday. thankfully steven didnt see the numerous bags in the back of the closet.

Every other day when your jobs had the same lunch break you and steven would have a lunch break date. Honestly it was the best part of each other's day.

Walking inside you walked straight to the gift shop, waving slightly at the security guard who did a double take at your appearance. "Nope still with steven grant buddy! sorry not sorry!" The man waved back but grumbled something behind the newspaper he was reading and covered his face with it.

Rounding the corner your smile faded slightly as she was standing in front of steven. His boss donna was pointing at him. Being a little ways away you couldnt hear the conversation but moving closer her words started becoming clear.

"i'm telling you all this shit is still unorganized and uncounted for! looks like you'll be on inventory again tonight i dont care if it takes you all night!" "Donna im doing my best but shipment has been coming-" she put a hand up.

"oh no the fuck she didnt shush my baby" you mumbled to yourself

Doing so made steven stop talking immediately and frown deeply.

"i dont care when shipment comes..you get it done! you're so bloody useless Stevie!" Hearing her degrading and calling him by the wrong name set you OFF. Before realizing it you stomped over to where they were, eyes seeing red, curses spewing under your breath. Out the corner of his eye he sees you coming, a first he was relieved then he saw the look on your face which let him know all hell was about to break loose.

"oooh shit ive never seen her that pissed before..." Marc from the reflection of the glass.

"That's the sexiest fucking thing ive ever seen LET HER HAVE IT MI AMOR RIP HER APART!" jake smiled

"oh dear" steven sighed heavily. Donna looked confused but that expression worn off when she noticed you coming over to where they were; it soon turned into fear. "i-uh ill be in my meeting-" you stopped in front of them with a big smile on your face "donna let me tell you this one time and one time only" Steven looked nervous as fuck " love its okay donna was just leaving for a meeting and my break is in 5 so lets just-" you cut him off by grabbing his shirt and planting the deepest, tongue fighting kiss then pushed him back slightly.

steven gained control of his balance, licked his lips and just nodded his head. "Donna let me tell you something..in the nicest way i can. his name is steven, steven grant. says it right there on his name tag and fucking birth certificate. Stop calling him Stevie, stephen, stanely anything with S.T in it that aint fuckin steVEN. That is MY man im tired of him coming home looking damn near doorknob dead because your overworking him .Sometimes he's to tired to even fuck me and that's a goddamn problem." Steven started to turn red but he wasn't embarrassed in the slight.

Donna stood there like a fish out of water; mouth just opening and closing dumbfounded. She looked around making sure customers couldn't hear what's going on but you honestly couldn't give a shit. "well..i mean sometimes he just needs to catch up-"

"Catch up bitch all my man does is catch up! but your lazy ass think just because your the manager ya can do whatever you want but let me get you straight on this donna. Let me find out you've insulted him, degraded or humiliate him in any possible way and bitch i will stuff you in pharaoh's tomb myself. do we have an understanding??" You glared at her with eyes that said dont fucking try me.

She nodded her head, fixed her shirt and cleared her throat "mhm i-i understand..i uh..i apologize steven please take an extra hour lunch on me" She nodded again, turned and quickly turned on her heels to her office.

"Oh my god LOVE!" he laughed "that was amazing i never knew you could get that vulgar or angry!" You just giggled sweetly. "i told you baby nobody can disrespect you in front of me..ever." He leaned over kissing you deeply. "ok ill go clock out then we can go to lunch!"

"Okay baby after we eat seeing as you have an extra hour how about you show me the back room?" steven looked at you confused, you've seen the backroom maybe twice now before. "oh okay but what for?" you smiled walking over to him, grabbed the back of his head and licked the side of his face slowly then bit his earlobe.

"So you can tell me a story while deep in this pussy love.." you whispered in his ear

"Oh my god please give me the body steven" marc whined

"AYE No give ME the body!!" jake countered

Steven shuddered at your naughty moves and ignored his alters, he suddenly didn't want to eat the lunch he brought in today but something else vegan friendly.

#steven grant x reader #steven grant x black reader #moon knight fics #moon knight imagine #steven grant x y/n

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ilikecheeseandchocolatee · 5 months

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Hi vent time. Please skip if you’re not in the mental space to read me venting.

I can’t really put into words why I’m in such a bad mood but I know getting it out in words will be good for me so I will give it a fucking go.

My dad thinks I’m angry. My right eye has been spewing tears continuously for I don’t know how long. Before that it was spewing water because of my dust allergy which has NOT made the past few days easy to exist in mind you. Now it’s spewing tears continuously and I can’t get it to stop. I’m not angry. I’m just feeling fucking hopeless.

I live in india and we recently moved back here and my favourite thing is always go to onto the terrace of the apartment building and talk walks there if it’s big enough and if not just stand there and appreciate life. It’s one of the most calming things. The terrace is always my go to place when I’m actually angry, and after walking it out a bit I can start thinking rationally again and it’s so efficient. No one has to get hurt by the foul words that come out of my mouth when I’m angry. Everyone wins.

This is a new apartment for us because surprise surprise my parents just can’t seem to live in one place for more than 5 years. Who cares about fucking up m early life am I right. So yeah anyway, all the stuff has just come in, the furniture and shit from the old place. Very dusty and even more so in India so I’m supposed to stay in one room all day. Which doesn’t help much when the previous tenants have broken the stupid door so it won’t lock and keeps opening and the room gets dusty anyway. My nose has been killing me all fucking day and my right eye is itching like I’ve poured salt and pepper into it and let it marinate for a few days. Nothing to do.

My sister’s throat hurts and god forbid she ever get out of her bed so I have to go get her the medicine from the medical downstairs. (Disclaimer: I don’t want to shame my sister for never getting out of bed. I know she has a lot of issues that I can’t start talking about, I’m just a bit frustrated with everything and I’m not making it sound very nice.)

As soon as I step outside wow the “fresh” hair has cleaned up my nose and I feel better than I have all day. So I’m like yeah shit what am I doing at home, and decide to go walking on the terrace for a bit to feel better.

It’s been barely 10 minutes of me walking in my favourite section, when a lady comes up and looks at me. This is south India btw, for anyone who can glean a clue as to how she might behave with me from that description. She is about 10 feet from me when she stops me by yelling HEY ARE YOU NEW TENANT and I’m like yeah and she’s like YOURE NOT SUPPOSED TO WALK HERE! GO WALK IN THE BASEMENT/PARKING AREA! ITS IN THE APARTMENT GUIDELINES! YOU CANNOT WALK HERE! GO!

And I’m like gee okay strange rule, so I make for the door that leads downstairs (other side of the building from where she spawned) and wait for a bit, then come out again to check if she’s gone and I can continue walking. The gods love playing games with me. The moment I step out the door she’s RIGHT FUCKING THERE. Looks at me. I turn right around and go straight home.

Tell my parents a woman (she’s apparently the “secretary” I forgot to mention she said that) shooed me off the terrace because apparently we are not allowed to walk on the terrace. I don’t know if non-Indians will understand how fucking weird that rule is. My dad sensed that I was upset for some reason and came upstairs with me to ask the woman if she had yelled at me (she did. I’m autistic, but I’m super fucking sure that the tone she used with me counted as yelling). Find her right there. She is — surprise surprise — walking down the terrace to her own building entrance. My dad goes up to her and asks her if she told me to not walk here. She turns super polite (my dad is slightly scary looking if not really short) and tells him “oh yeah I told her that walking on the terrace is against the guidelines of this society. I told her. I told you na??” Looking at me. I nod. Yep. She did. Then, “I told her she can also go downstairs and see the guidelines. It is downstairs. I told you na??” Looking at me again. I nod. “Yep. You did.” Then she turns to my dad and “See? That was all!” And my dad asks her “well my daughter said you were speaking kind of rudely with her-“ and she goes like “I was not talking rudely! I was talking loudly because we were far away from each other-“ (as if she can’t walk 5 feet in my direction when that was where she went next anyway. Like she literally could have walked closer if she thought distance was the issue. I went closer too.) “-I was just explaining to her the rules!”

At this point I was kinda done. I don’t know what did it. Maybe it was the fact that my dust allergy had made me miserable all day, maybe it was the fact that I could do absolutely nothing to prove her wrong, the fact that she tried manipulatively asking me to confirm it all when she said she was acting innocently. I’m not new to this country. I’m not new to this city. But maybe it’s that I’ve just moved back here from the UK and I’m not used to people being like this. I was pissed off. I’ll admit it, I got angry.

So I turned to my dad and went like “yeah that’s right, she’s telling the truth, IM the one lying. Come on let’s go.”

Bad move. I know. That’s why I don’t like talking when I’m angry. I say stupid things.

I started walking off. Understandably she got mad and accused me of being arrogant and that there’s nothing about truth or lies here. My dad probably tried to apologise to her on my behalf, I don’t know because at that point I was halfway across the terrace and heading to the basement to get a look at these so-called rules that no one had even mentioned to me yet.

I calmed down once I got downstairs, I promise. There were so many eye witnesses, i was civil with everyone. The kids playing and the adults supervising the kids or whatever they were doing. I found the board with the “guidelines”. Read them all. Found the part I wanted to find.

“The terrace shall not be used by any resident for storing personal items and also walking purposes.”

Okay. What if I just wanna stand there. What if I wanna appreciate the sky or whatever shit. Can I do that.

It also said, and I realize this is a huge security risk that’s just going unacknowledged for some reason, but it also said that the security guard will always be at the entrance from 8AM to 8PM and from 8PM to 8AM. Looked around for 15 minutes. Waited. There was no security guard at the entrance. Literally not even in the vicinity, I looked. I had plenty of time to look. He was NOT there. Well that’s violation of the “Guidelines” number one.

Number two. Today is not the first time I’m going to the terrace to walk it out. I’ve gone at least twice before and both times there were people walking. PEOPLE. WALKING. NOT WITH ANY OTHER PURPOSE, I CHECKED BECAUSE I WOULD HAVE BEEN SUPER CONSCIOUS THE FIRST TIME IF EVERYONE ELSE WAS DOING IMPORTANT THINGS AND I WAS JUST WALKING. It wasn’t even just one person it was like either 2 or 3 I can’t remember right now. Besides me. Apparently other residents have also broken the “guideline”.

But okay fine I won’t fucking walk on the terrace if it’s against the oh-so-strict guidelines that I will completely be criminalised for if I break. But I’m allowed to stand there? Right? Nothing against that in the guidelines.

I go home. I tell my parents I would apologise to the lady, secretary whatever, and then I would go up there and simply STAND.

Yeah, my parents didn’t like that. And I won’t go into all the details of why because it was pretty fucking depressing and dystopian. Let’s just say at the end of it I wasn’t angry like my dad thought, I was just desolate and hopeless.

My parents have now known for almost a year now that I’ve had suicidal tendencies since a long long time. I hide it well around them (not willingly) so they don’t notice me. The conversation I had with my dad only made me get more urges. I don’t want to live in a world that lets capitalism thrive. I don’t want to live in a world where people who commit crimes walk free and so innocent people have to stay home just to be safe. I don’t want to live in a world where I could question authority and get massively fucked over for it, with the people in charge making it look like an accident. I don’t fucking want to live in a world where I’m not allowed to question things like “rules” if I think they’re wrong. All I would do is walk on the terrace. Why is that so unallowed. What am I doing wrong. And why is everyone else allowed to do it then. Is it because even though I’m 18 I look like I’m 12. Is it because my face looks like that of a mischief-maker’s. Why is it that if I try and find a loophole in the Sacred Guidelines, the homeowners in this place could do shit to us and get away with it, just for spite. Slash our car and blame it on the kids? Easy, what with the lack of security cameras here. Cut off our water or electricity or internet or whatever and say it was a pipe problem or cable problem or some shit? Easily done. I would have absolutely no power if I ended up pissing someone off here. They could tell us to vacate and move somewhere else in 2 months and we’d have to do it apparently.

Yeah, I don’t want to live in a world this unjust. My dad vents to me saying we really can’t afford to move again, we’re not very well off right now and it would be nice if I didn’t piss anyone off in this apartment. Yeah right father I wonder why we can’t fucking afford to move again. I wonder why you have enough money to buy the latest iPhones for yourself and your witch mother but not enough to support me as a student that keeps having to fucking move around from institution to institution.

My future is in shambles. I don’t know where I’m going to be in the next 6 months. My autism report has made a lot of things make sense and i no longer hate myself for the things that are now explained. I have to deal with my own issues myself because my mom and sister have it hard enough and i have to help my dad help them because he has no idea how to help. If I wasn’t here this family would be a stinking rotting mess. And i have my own sensory issues to deal with, i have other issues not related to my autism to deal with. I have my future to think about because clearly my parents are too busy to help me with that. I have to plan out my future and i have to do it in every chance i get because most of the time I can’t concentrate enough to fucking read a chapter from a textbook much less plan out my future.

And now i can’t walk on the terrace. Or even stand there it seems.

Yeah, I’m in a bad mood. I don’t know when I’ll be in a good mood next. I’m tired. I want to rest. I want to rest in a situation where I know I’m safe and comfortable. Apparently I’m not allowed to do that. Everything is a minefield and I’m trying to make it out without a map, just my senses. I’m exhausted. I want to live alone so I don’t have to take care of 3 other people besides myself. But What’s financial stability Lmao. The millennials are suffering enough, i hate to think about how life will be when I finally finish uni and try to live independently and shit.

I’m just tired and i want a comfortable rest. That’s all I want. Maybe I’ll even be productive if I get that much. I want to wake up and feel rested. I want to go to sleep knowing I’m safe. Why is that so much to ask for. Why do people expect me to live in this world, get 3 A*s, be an academic genius, know exactly how to deal with my mom and sister, and also not get angry at authority, all the while living in this world. Why do people expect me to live.

For anyone who might read this and get concerned, I’m not gonna kill myself, I’m just frustrated. And tired. Enough people have made sure that I’d die of guilt before I could die by my own hand. It just helps to get out my feelings sometimes. I feel better now.

#tw vent #personal vent #tw depression #tw sui ideation #desiblr #capitalism

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We’ll make it okay

Lantern (my oc i have yet to name, open to suggestions) lives in gotham city. They’re a nonbinary struggling artist who lives near park row, and has terrible vision so wears incredibly strong glasses. (Not sure if this should be cured or not when they get their rings?) They’re struggling from medical debt that they’ve inherited and bc they have no famly to depend on, but they are determind to make a happy life for themselves, and to be kind bc they know the world isn’t.

Then disaster strikes.

It’s Gotham, so this feels like every other tuesday. Was it joker toxin, or fear gas? There was definitely a chemical smell, so it was best to grab their gas mask even if they weren’t sure. Rumbling and shaking... shit, and earthquake? again? What caused it this time? Poison Ivy’s roots or some crazy dick with a mecha the size of the clock tower?

Lantern grabbed their phone, already trying to call doggy daycare to make sure their pup is safe, but the lines are already down. Fuck. Looking out the window to see if there was anything, there was very clearly something in the middle of the city. They watched for a few minutes as the vigilantes, Gothams beloved protectors did their best to get everyone out of the way and fight the gooey beast.

It wasn’t Clayface, maybe his cousin, Tarface? Although tar wasn’t supposed to set anything on fire...

Suddenly there was more rumbling, and it became obvious that this wasn’t something as simple as a goo monster when the ground split in two, and beings made of fire and tar crawled out from the cracks. The crack was continuing to split further and further through gotham, splintering into more fractures, and Gotham was falling to pieces.

Realising a crack was heading straight for their building, and that they were on the fourth floor, they raced for the front door in their bunny pyjama pants, trying to get to the ground floor before the building fell into the doorway to fucking hell. They made it to the ground floor of their apartment building when the place shook, and the building tore in two as one half of the building fell into the abyss.

The walls came down, and they watched as their home was literally consumed in flames, demons spewing viscous napalm from their mouths, the ceiling falling and about to crush them all.

Closing their eyes, they were about to accept their fate, when suddenly the sound of murderous screeching hit their ears, and grunting ensued when the ceiling didn’t crush them. Opening their teary eyes, they looked up, and gasped when they saw the most glorious colour. Red Hood, Gothams most dangerous vigilante, standing before them in the flesh, holding the ceiling with one hand, and a magic glowing sword in the other.

His thighs shook with pure strength as he cut up every demon that crawled their way out of the ground, defending everyone who had made it to the ground in time. He roared with rage, and everyone cried, so thankful that he was here. Lantern looked around, trying to find an exit, to find a way out of this death pit, but saw they were surrounded by rubble, and there was no way they could get out from under the building.

There was a cracking sound, and a chunk of the ceiling fell off, ontop of a demon and fortunatley blocking the other monsters from crawling into the space under the building. But that just further trapped everyone, and the building was still coming down. Red Hood let go of the sword, and it vanished into thin air as he used both hands to hold up the ceiling, struggling incessantly.

But it was no use, even through his amoured uniform, you could see the sweat running down his arms and torso as he kept the ceiling from crushing them all. He was holding up half a building, and he wasn’t going to last. The ceiling dropped further down, and he ended up putting his entire back to it, pushing with everything he had, near screaming in desperation.

His legs spread further as the ceiling forced him lower, and he seemed to realise the same time lantern did.

He wasn’t going to save them.

His breathing begun to even out as he took deep calming breaths, still holding the ceiling up, he looked around at everyone, sobbing and holding their loved ones, then looked at lantern, right in front of him, on their knees and crying too.

“It’s going to be okay.” He said, voice calm and strong, and they felt a wave of melancholy as they knew it wasn’t. “We’re going to be okay.” He said, still trying to save everyone until the end.

It clicked then. The fire still burning around them, the smoke clogging their lungs, the ceiling slowly chipping away and falling into peices as it came down around them. It was going to be okay.

Suddenly they jumped up, and Red Hood flinched with suprise as they also put their hands to ceiling and pushed.

“YOU’RE RIGHT! WE ARE GOING TO BE OKAY!” They shouted as loud as they could, wanting to be heard over the sound of unending destruction, eyes squeezed shut as tears dripping from their face. “WE’RE GOING TO GET THROUGH THIS!” They looked around at everyone watching, and yelled for their attention. “HEY!!!” The people flinched, but kept watching. “EVERYBODY GET UP AND PUSH! HE CAN’T KEEP THE CEILING UP FOREVER, BUT HE’S NOT ALONE! THERES A HUNDERED OF US, AND IF EVERYONE PUSHES, WE CAN GET OUT OF HERE! SO GET UP AND FUCKING PUSH! WE’RE GOTHAMITES, WE CHOOSE WHEN WE GODDAMN DIE!”

The ceiling pushed them further down, and they grunted as their feet slid further apart, thighs burning with the strain.“WE’LL BE OKAY!” Their voice cracked as sobs eascaped their mouth, wanting to live so visciously. “We’re gonna rebuild! And we’re gonna remake our home and eat good food and drink warm drinks. We’re going to rebuild and have a soft warm bed, we’re going to have a good life! We just have to fight for it! We have to save our futures, and we can’t do that lying on the ground... so please, get up and push!” The ceiling forced them to the ground, on their knees, squeezing their eyes closed in pain, as they begged for everyone around them to make it okay.

They opened their eyes when the ceiling got lighter, and they looked over, and there was a little girl, maybe 14, 15 years old crying as she too held the ceiling up. “We’ll be okay! WE’LL MAKE IT OKAY!” She screamed, her tiny hands pushing with all their might, body shaking with the sobs that left her. Soon she was joined by another person, and then another, and another, until everyone who was under the building began to rise and push. Steadily, the ceiling began to go back up and some could even stand to their full height again.

“Everyone, lean it towards the right!” Red Hood shouted, and everyone did, slowly trying to let the ceiling and rubble above fall to the side so everyone could walk out to the other side. Except the ceiling cracked halfway, and the rubble above poured in, flooding the space with broken concrete and dust, washing everyone away.

As their lungs became clogged with smoke and dusk, as they choked underneath the rubble and debris pouring in, the only thing lantern could think was ‘It can’t be over. It isn’t over. There’s so much more life to live. This can’t be how I end.’

Their eyes rolled back as pain filled their chest, and a strange blue and green light flittered into their vision, and they chuckled to themselves. ‘There’s actually a light at the end? I thought it would be a white light.’

In the darkness, they felt the pain slip away into nothing, and then, a feeling of pure exilheration entered their veins. Their eyes shot open with a feeling of pure euphoria, but all they could see was blue and green, swirling in their eyes like unmixed paint.

When they blinked their eyes to try and clear their vision, they were floating above everyone, the fire extinguished and the building above gone, just a crator underneath them as everyone watched them above, seemingly unharmed and healed.

slowly they came back down to earth, the world coloured teal, and Red Hood standing in front of them with his helmet off, masked face shocked and awed.

“Holy shit. You’re a lantern.”

“What the fuck is a lantern?”

#Jason Todd #red hood #rhato #oops i didn't mean to write this much #i was supposed to do a back story p l a n #oh well #enjoy my oc #jaspers outlaws

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Picture it, Siciily 1942... Picture it, America...

a country where somebody's reading on feminism is what, the Bible? 7 Habits of Highly Effective People and maybe a little Camille Paglia

and all these people from Jordan Peterson to Ben Shapiro to Trump's Squarecut boy are going to open their mouths and opine on gender and try to control it

and their minds will be so unfree -- so shackled to programmatic faith in themselves -- that all you can do is take a sledgehammer to these assholes and slowly chip away at their ignorance like you would a child

and after 30 years of you doing all the work while they just spew yesteryear's bullshit, maybe they, the child, learns something

kid, if you want to spew opinions on gender and feminism during your time on earth

HOW ABOUT READING A FEMINST, ONE WHO ISNT PAGLIA

do you think I don't know what speaking from a position of ignorance looks like?

do you think you'd be able to get away with talking about Psychology when all you've ever read is Joseph Campbell's thoughts on Carl Jung?

that's kinda what you're doing when all you know is Paglia

if that's what you want to do with your time, put something in that empty head. i've read Alice Walker, Margaret Atwood, Susan Faludi, Mary Wollstonecraft, Roxanne Gay, Betty Friedan... I've searched out those Germaine Greer videos blah blah blah blah and two dozen others.

the stultifying reductionism straight from Fox News about how a feminist wants to be a man and is a mentally ill woman who was probably abused and something went wrong

really, it's too stupid and peabrained to even engage in

i have no desire to write formally or thoughtfully around you or exert any effort because i know i'm not engaging with anything even remotely close to a peer when you want to yap on in authoritative cocksure mode about things you haven't even thought about, things you certainly haven't done any real research or reading on -- which is why you try to shout down people with a bunch of babble like my brother does when he thinks he's dominating me -- regurgiate this shit for the imperialists and the status quo

but it's the ideas or moreso lack of them in your stupid babble, if anyone can sort it out, that are fundamentally weak

again, i compare what you do to how Sean Hannity gets on a motormouth kick or one of those Creationists starts hauling out their big words and it's like k, this person is trying really really hard and you almost feel sorry for them because you know they're barking up the wrong tree and wasting their time

you need to start massively thinking 'how can i be less square? and if i cannot overcome my own desire to want to be the authority on abstract matters, how can i get some knowledge to back them up so that i'm actually an educated authority with something to impart?'

also, when you're requested to be an authority -- for you seem to feel you're denied this, seeing life as a power struggle like a conservative would -- you're either not interested or not up to the task

i suspect it's a lot of both

i however do know how to improve your life, lol, that's easy and i'm happy to explain every detail of how.

my life... er... not really

#mommie dearest

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Posted this yesterday, and have been thinking about it ever since...

I had so many moments like the kids in the background, the looks on their faces tell a story that’s very familiar. This is an insight into the European conservatory system...all of these kids are probably insane. If you heard them isolated, you’d probably think that they’re going to be some of the greatest guitarists on the planet (if they’re not there already)*.

The hierarchy inside these isolated worlds, however...can be extreme. The kid playing isn’t just some potentially great guitarist...he’s a world beater at an age where he hadn’t even hit puberty yet. These prodigal stories are numerous...my personal favorite being Pat Metheny coming out of Lee’s Summitt, MO...going to the University of Miami at 18, being named head of the guitar department at 19, and being on the faculty of Berklee in Boston when Berklee was legitimate at 20. That’s insanity.

My experiences in this situation are singed into my memory.

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Most of these are from my time at North Texas. When I was in high school and at Cleveland State, this didn’t happen. The talent pools were far too shallow. Meanwhile, my first week at North Texas was an exercise in “oh fuck, what did I get myself into.”

At the beginning of every semester, the top band (the One O’Clock Band that’s been nominated for Grammy’s and tours internationally), gives an introdutory concert. These 2.5 hours were so facemelting, this experience felt like it was bombarding me from all directions.

Firstly, this was the first time the band had ever played together in this format before. They didn’t know each other’s idiosyncracies and were going in cold. They played these 2.5 hours by number.

They had a telephone book-sized binder with all their scores in it...the conductor would just yell out a number...184!...49!...288!...not the song name, just the number. And for this entire time, you could count the number of mistakes on one hand. By the entire 18+ piece band. And it was all sight read.

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I heard some guys talking about the first chair tenor sax player. I nudged one of them and asked what was up, and apparently he was an 18 year old kid who was the three time reigning North American saxophone champion or something like that. Basically, they were talking about this kid like he was the LeBron of the jazz world...

And he was.

I don’t even remember his name, but I remember how he played. How this pockmarked, pimple-faced child spewed straight magma out of his sax everytime he stood up for a solo. He was almost always the first soloist called, and when he stood up, the rest of the band was laser locked on what he was doing.

Not only was he that concrete good, he was so good that everyone around him...even those playing with him...watched with rapt attention. This kid wasn’t just good, his skills were mature and fully formed. He was dominant. It was clear, even at 18, that this kid was heads and shoulders beyond just about everyone else in a music department full of the country’s best young monsters.

Damn, I wish I could remeber his name.

***

I was already licking my wounds from that show when we had another “Welcome to UNT” concert, this time with a quartet (all guys from the same One O’Clock Band, except for the bassist).

Oh my god the bassist.

So this motherfucker is up on stage wearing those dorky wraparound sunglasses that old people wear when driving. Totally relaxed, has this goofy smile on his face that stayed there the entire time. I remember that smile, because what he was playing was some of the most wicked, evil shit I’ve ever seen a jazz musician pull off while still supporting the band.

Pianist counts off the tune...it’s a blistering 300+ beats per minute, and they are cooking. The bassist still has that stupid smile on his face despite anchoring down this crazy bassline, barely even looking like he’s trying.

Then...

I’ll never forget this as long as I live. It was one of those moments where your jaw hits the floor, your mouth hanging open like a slackjawed idiot, your brain frantically trying to process what just happened. This is what 300 beats per minute sounds like...what 5 beats per second sounds like...

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...in the middle of this shit, at that speed, he effortlessly starts tapping chords on the upper registers of his bass with his right hand while still keeping that bassline going undereath with only his left. It was absolutely preposterous.

Fucking preposterous. Fucking insanity. It wasn’t showing off or trying to look like a badass, it was completely organic and in the moment. The pianist was mostly soloing with his right hand...so he just stepped into the space where the pianists’ left hand would normally be. It was absolutely the most insane musical moment I’ve witnessed in my life...and I’m not entirely sure he was conscious enough to know what he was doing at that moment in time.

I found out later he was an undergrad-aged masters student, who had been on Victor Wooten’s payroll since he was 17...doing all the transcriptions you’d see in Wooten’s instructional books and DVD’s and all that. He was already endorsed by major players in the bass world for both guitars and amps...

At the time, Michael League of Snarky Puppy...currently one of the best bassists on the planet...was here studying. I’m not disputing his current status at all, he is legitimately one of the great bassists working today...but when I was at North Texas? He wasn’t one of the five best bassists there, in my opinion.

Everyone in that program was a fucking monster. It was intimidating as hell. Michael League was a monster back then too...but he wasn’t anywhere near this guy’s level.

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Everyone knew Michael League was going to be a star though. He was wired that way from the get go, and left UNT while I was in my second year there to devote himself full time to Snarky Puppy. And boy was that the right call.

This other guy is heading up a jazz department somewhere, I can’t remember. It’s a small school. I ended up in a class with him as a GA down the line, and chatted with him a few times...you know that sense you get when someone is better suited as an educator rather than a performer or producer? This was him.

His love wasn’t performance, it was clearly education. It didn’t matter he had skills beyond the ordinary, you could just tell talking to him he’d rather be teaching than touring. And there was a sense of peace that came with that, knowing himself and knowing the path he wanted to go on, that was honest and genuine.

The Marcin kid above, is a star and you could tell he was going to be one back then. He’s been on all sorts of European and American talent shows, including America’s Got Talent, tours internationally and is signed to Sony. This is a case of prodigy becoming reality. And that talent was just as obvious back then, because it was clear by how the other kids were watching him that he was miles beyond where they were. They knew.

So, I can relate to all those kids in the background. No matter what your talent level or the amount of work you put into it, there are some humans who are just preternaturally gifted to the point it seems alien.

These gifts are special no doubt, but they have a downside. It’s hard to have your life path laid out for you before you hit puberty. What if you hate it? What if you’re miserable?

That’s a discussion for another day.

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Here’s the kid that was sitting directly behind Marcin’s performance in the same room.

He’s a super young kid, probably as talented as a classical guitarist with an undergrad degree despite being probably a freshman in high school. He’s got refined technique, good sound, confident command of the instrument...

...and he’s shit compared to Marcin. I hate to say it that clearly, but there isn’t a single thing you can point to where they’re even peers. Marcin’s guitar sounds different, overtones and harmonics absolutely exploding out of it...this kid just can’t move the instrument like that yet.

But at the same time, this kid is very, very, very good. In isolation, the kid is a truly impressive guitar prospect. It’s just...when you look at them in comparison, the talent levels are so far apart it’s legitmately shocking.

Let me put it this way. This kid’s playing a moderately difficult classical guitar piece on its native instrument. Marcin was playing a goddamned violin sonana that was in no way written to lay out comfortably on a guitar, let alone be played at that speed. And yet the level of sheer dominance over the respective pieces is still clear as day, despite the Paganini piece’s drastically higher level of difficulty.

That’s like smashing a desert rally course record in a Corvette. Just incredible shit.

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