#black women x asian women

[summerongrand]

Just wanted to say I appreciate your take on the whole white man/woc imbalanced power plot issue. This is something that I had a big problem with in season 4 and others definitely seemed to pick up on the same when all the storylines were Wesley, Nolan or Tim centric, and Nyla, Angela and Lucy were seemingly left as the 'other'. However I feel like I saw the issue be forgotten in the fandom a little. It seems this show has consistently favoured highlighting the male struggle and treating female storylines as trivial and unworthy, other than that of Bailey, the then newly introduced and now main cast white female character. I thought this would change with Lucy's story now being written consistently in s6 but it's clear that Tim's potentially the more favourable storyline. Now I can't speak from a psychological standpoint on what Tim did to Lucy but from a plot pov it's definitely making the white man vs woc power issue glaringly obvious. He is the one that gets to start or end their relationship. He's the white man with issues that is allowed to feel what he wants and grow his character while the asian woman is left behind despite her own depth and trauma. Let's hope that Lucy is given the same grace of dealing with her issues and growing as Tim, and Lucy gets her power back.

Hi Anon!

Thank you for your kind and thoughtful message. And thanks for patiently waiting for my response. I agree with everything you said. I believe the post you’re referring to is this one and possibly this one too.

It’s clear that the show has favored male storylines, particularly those of Wesley, Nolan, and Tim (and Bailey a non-WOC), while sidelining WOC ones. And even though the focus here is on Lucy and Chenford, I’m equally happy and willing to talk about race through the POVs of Angela/Wopez and Nyla/Jayla too.

I don’t think the actual act of Tim breaking up with Lucy has a racial dynamic to it other than the obvious. Them being of different races is just who they are. But their overall relationship (TO/Rookie, mentor/mentee, sergeant/gofer, friends, couple, etc.) does. And Melissa, bless her heart (affectionate), codes so heavily as Chinese in her mannerisms too and this gets projected onto Lucy. But that’s not talked about very often either. I say all of this to agree with you, Anon, because the “white man vs woc power issue” as you described has existed the whole time.

Let’s look at S5b and S6. A WOC masterminded the career progressions of at least two middle aged white men. One of them derailed her career progression. The other one broke up with her. Both broke her heart in very different ways. We did get some of Lucy’s character development and growth in S6 on the front end of the season. But even within that, her storyline has been about the 5 player trade (made to benefit Tim primarily) and Tim not being comfortable with her in UC. Tim gets demoted but he has a cushion to fall on because Lucy trampolined him into the Metro clouds and now the show’s able to use what Lucy did to benefit Tim again and use that to give him room to fall back on. This is part of the whole ‘using a WOC as a plot device to further a white man’s story’ which I’ve shared about in regards to the breakup (which is different than the act of breaking up) and you've detailed out too. We’ll see what happens to her story in the next few episodes, and I too hope that Lucy is given the same grace and that she does get her power back. But no matter what happens in future episodes, that trope was used so the genie’s already out of the bottle.

You did bring up the fandom, so I am going to talk about it a little more. This next part may be hard to hear, Anon, but … I have received negativity from Chenford fans for talking about Lucy and Melissa O’Neil’s race. This shows me that this topic is so worth talking about because there are people who feel a certain way about seeing race-related discussions about Lucy (they don’t want to be anywhere near it) and I do believe it’s unhealthy for the fandom to have these beliefs about a WOC. Others in the fandom have also encountered negativity and pushback when discussing this topic. Maybe it's even happened to you. People have shared their fandom experiences with me privately, but you’re the first to do it Anonymously which is great because that means you’ve given me the opportunity to respond to you publicly. 

Challenging this negatively held belief within our fandom and embracing Lucy/Mel’s racial and cultural identity is a worthy endeavor so let’s move the dial on that. It starts with talking about these topics in the context of The Rookieverse and keeping an open mind if these topics are unfamiliar to us. I mean, Mel wants more of that too.

Thanks again, Anon!

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[jaeyunlover]

This is why we can’t be together

2020/6/18

Graduation day

Today was the final day of high school, I was finally escaping this hell hoe. This place I’ve been captivated by was now out of my reach after today.

“Now crossing the stage is (y/n)(l/n) hour 4 year honors student, she has been able to make it through all 4 years of high school with a 4.5 gpa, she is someone to look up to with that being said let’s hear a few words from ms.(L/N)” the principal said making everyone applaud me as I walked on stage, but for some reason I felt this strange feeling in my chest as I approached the mic.

The fuck was going on with me did reality hit me once and for all? “Hello fellow students,parents and administrators, I would like to say thank you for all the support and encouragement I received during this year. I want to thank everyone for all of the help and positive energy that you gave me, I know this seems last minute but it’s not Much to say. I hope the next chapter of my life is filled with surprises and good news. I hope I can inspire others and the next graduating year to do there best (y/n)(l/n) signing out” I said throw my cap in the air making the other graduates do the same.

As the ceremony began to come to an end and I bid my farewells to the other students I realized reality had hit me across the head like a drunk man out of his mind, Getting inside my car I got a call from my mother and father “sorry we couldn’t make it we were…” “busy” my father said interpreting my mother, but of course I knew they were making excuses “it’s fine, it’s not like this is the first time you couldn’t make it to something important to me”I said smiling and hanging up, I sighed as I put my head on the steering wheel thinking of what I could’ve done so wrong that everyone just neglects me but it doesn’t matter now it’s all over after graduating I decided to move. Yeah that’s what I’ll do. I’ll just move. No one can find me and I have a start.

Getting interrupted by my thoughts. from a knock on my window it was my crush that I had like since my freshman year he’s always been so nice to me. How could I not like him his name was Amari Miller a.k.a. first love, but I guess he didn’t realize that I liked him or he dated just did not want to acknowledge it. I wasn’t the prettiest little bunch, but, I still show effort and affection. “ Hey Amari, how are you? I haven’t seen you since you know.” I said blushing. “Oh yeah about that you know I’ve been studying. Everly didn’t have time to hang out it was our last year” Amari said. “oh yeah, totally I understand. Of course you thought about any colleges you’re going to” I said stuttering “um no not yet. I’ve just decided after school is going to help my family with their business.” he said awkward smile “ oh that seems nice” I said looking at the window “how about you?” he asked “well, I’m going out of the country to study abroad.” I said, a little happy “WHAT REALLY!” He said a little shocked “yeah” I giggled “why” he ask with a smitten look.

No, why was he looking like that? What was really going on? “Oh I guess just to start over” I said “what about emory he’s gonna be so upset” he said huh? The fuck is he saying

“Why would he be upset” I asked confused “ah , you see I came her to ask if you would want to go on a double date with me and Emory” he said stammering over his words “oh… and who would you go with?” I ask with a sad look on my face. This was torture I knew it “my crush,Sasha” he said with a blush like smile on his face “oh my friend” I said dead like “I see, so you wanted me to ask her to come with me because your to scared to ask for yourself” I asked him playing with my thumbs “well I’m not scared but yeah” he said still smiling “hey Amari” I called out looking out the window “you aren’t aware of anything are you” I said with tears running down my face not looking his way. “ y/n what -what are you talking about” he asked clearly knowing what I’m talking about “I like you Amari , didn’t you know?” I said wiping the tears off my face to turn to him only to see him with the most disgusted look in his eyes I’ve ever seen “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT Y/N” he yelled in the car “IS THIS A FUCKING JOKE”he continue to yell “yeah, I’m joking” I said forcing myself to laugh “oh y/n you had me scared for a moment” he said join in the laughter “damn so if it was true you were gonna yell at me” I said still “laughing” “no, I just knew you were joking , to be honest if you were serious I would have just got outta the car and left and acted as if I didn’t hear anything” he said laughing.

I just sat there looking at him with a sharp pain in my chest “hey y/n” said loitering his words “you were serious weren’t you?” He questioned I just sat there  contemplating whether I should answer him or not but the answer he gave me made me realize I didn’t want to answer so I gave him the most stink look in the world and told him to get out of my car. I think he already knew the answer to question after that day, I went M.i.a. And apparently Sasha and him had officially started dating. They still try to get in contact with me day after day, but I just don’t answer. What was I gonna do?

TBC….

Official drop hehehe

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[janesaridoll]

Heyyyy I was wondering if you were doing requests but if so can I request to the “To love au” that the reader is having a lot of Braxton hicks and the reader’s kids witnessed some of them and they get very scared and get very protected of the reader. Marcus is a mama’s boy so he the main one scared and protective of the reader thinking she’s gonna give birth. Just basically all her kids worrying about her.

Chocolate cake

Pairing || Chris evans x woc!reader

Summary || Braxton hicks and panicked kids

Genera || pure fluff,

Warning || pregnancy, braxton hicks, mention of giving birth. Anxiety minors don’t interact please

Note || English is not my first language, sorry for any mistake. And thank you for requesting hope you like it! 🤍

To love masterlist

Kofi

Layla Grace Evans

After giving birth to your sixth baby, Alicia, you and Chris decided that six is enough for you both, at the time. your oldest was twelve while your youngest twin girls were six. It’s was getting hard to raise six kids while having a full time jobs that required your full attention. So, the plan was to get really careful during sex, always using protection.

Finding out you were pregnant. Again, four years later was a shock for you both, you were careful but one drunken night after an award show has you two jumping on each other like rabbits without thinking of the consequences.

And here you are three weeks before delivering your baby girl. Layla Grace Evans, the last one of your children, you and Chris has made sure of it. He got a vasectomy two weeks after finding out your were pregnant.

Right now you and your kids were watching a kids movie while Chris were filming a puppies interview, he’s been excited for this interview for weeks and finally he got to film it. You can’t wait to watch the interview with your kids.

since you are nearing you due date braxton hicks contraction are unstoppable. But today they were harder than the days before. Your gynaecologist warned you that you may give birth earlier than what you expected. Nothing to worry about and nothing you didn’t do before.

You remember you had to deliver the twins a month early. So, you weren’t scared but the fact the Chris isn’t here with you is scaring the shit out of you.

You took a deep breath and decided to brush it of. If you didn’t think about it then it didn’t happen right?

“Guys who wants to make a chocolate cake with me?” If there’s anything you kids love more than you it’s chocolate cake. You have the perfect recipe for it.

“Me” the twins replied in sync, they always loved to help with cooking. They love spending time with you, you always made sure that with each kid you share a special thing to bond with them. Weather it’s cooking or shopping or playing with the doll house, or even just a coffee time and talking about random stuff. You have to have those special moments with them.

“I want to help please” Marlyn your oldest daughter said smiling, although her and her dad always gets on each other’s last nerve she’s so much like him. She got his smile and his adorable laugh that you fall in love with.

“Okay let’s go” as soon as you get up from the couch you felt another contraction but fortunately it wasn’t as hard or alarming as the real contraction you know.

“Marcus baby keep an eye on Alicia please” you asked your son who already has his sister laying on his lap watching the tv “don’t worry” he just came home minutes ago from taking his girlfriend back to her parents house and he’s already on his phone texting her, bella were the sweetest girl you have ever met and you’re glad they found each other.

In your way to the kitchen you passed beside the couch your son Lucas were sitting on, you took his phone and place it away from his eyes “do you wanna lose your eye sight baby?”

“No” he replied annoyingly, you don’t remember a thirteen year old being this moody but thankfully he wasn’t the hard to handle. Fortunately, non of your kids are hard to handle. Of course there’s times were you had to ground them and yell at them but it rarely happened. You and Chris are always communicating with your kids and that’s helped a lot in your way of parenting.

You went to kitchen and took out the ingredients. You let your daughters mix everything while you gave them the right measurements. You bent down to open the oven, and then you felt it again, another contraction, you yelped holding under you belly

“Mom you’re okay?” Marlyn worriedly asked you. “Yeah im good”

She turned around and mixed everything together and she let her sisters mix with her, she was filming a tik tok of the cake but fortunately she didn’t film you with.

Although you shared you pregnancy with the media and you’re not afraid of showing yourself in any stages, you just weren’t in the mood to be filmed right now.

While Marlyn and Makayla did mixed everything up. You and Yara did the chocolate sauce that you’re gonna put on top of it.

Minutes later, Marcus came to the kitchen wanting a water he saw your distress and the discomfort on your face

“Mom are you alright?” your baby boy can tell whenever you feel hurt or sad

You wanted to reply but another contraction hit you like a knife and right now it’s in your back. You yelped again and immediately he came beside you and held your hands.

“Im okay honey, just want to lie down” he took you to relax on the couch. You ran your hands over your belly and opened your eyes to see all of your kids are looking at you.

“Mom we need to take you to the hospital” Marlyn sat beside you and held your hand worried about you.

“No, no. No need for me to go the hospital it’s just a contraction” you tried to calm them down.

“Yeah, a sign you’re giving birth” Marcus told you, if anything he look so much like his dad when he talks annoyingly or angry

“Those are braxton hicks, they are just preparing my body for labour, no need to worr-rryy” another one hits you harder “son of bitch” you cursed feeling the pain shots up in your lower back, your kids panicked faces are not making it easy for you

Marcus stood up and took your hands “let’s go mom im taking you to the hospital”

“It’s not my first rodeo honey, i’ll be fine” you tried to make him sit back beside you, still holding his hand.

After an hour or so, your son still sat beside your worried as hell about you, he kept his eyes on you no matter what.

You gave him a cake and he refused to eat still worried about you “baby, i’m fine”

“No mom you’re not, you’re squeezing the hell out of my hands” he started to get distress as well and you hated it, you sighed.

“I had six fuckin kids, if it’s a real contraction I would know” you said to them

“Mom aren’t you the one who said every pregnancy is different?” You nodded “then why you’re trying to compare six pregnancies together??” Marlyn made a good point but still you’re a stubborn.

“I’ll call dad” Lucas told you while he picked his phone to call Chris “no your dad is busy don’t bother him”

“Okay then let me take you to the hospital or call grandma” Marcus masculine voice interpreted your thoughts

“Don’t call my mama she will freak out” since it’s your last pregnancy and the hardest of them all your mom has been worried about you she visit once a week, if Marcus called her she’ll fucking cut off Chris’s balls for making you pregnant and leave you alone with six kids.

before you were able to say anything, Alicia interpreted you “i called daddy, he’s coming” she gave you back your phone and went to her spot on the couch and before pressing play on the movie she said “now please let me watch my movie”

“wow that’s quick” you said, looking at Alicia not being bothered by anything happened around her.

You know once Chris is here he’s going to calm them down since literally this isn’t your first time; Chris can tell it’s a braxton hickes from miles.

“I want to be like here when i grow up” Marlyn said while admiringly looked at Alicia not caring about the situation.

“But- never mind” Lucas said returning back to his phone.

As soon as the movie played, your kids attention went back to the movie except Marcus who still held your hands.

Twenty minutes later, Chris came from his interview and after his kids greeted him he came to you

“What’s wrong love” he kissed you on your soft lips as always, “you smell like dogs” you jokingly told him before continuing “nothing, your kids just dramatic”

“She’s having a lot of pain and her contraction are hurting” Marcus told his dad.

“Okay, do you want to check with the doctor?” He gave you a sweet smile and a secret wink that you often use to get out of situations.

“Well, I don’t know” you tried to play along with him.

“Let’s go, love. Let’s make sure you’re okay”he stood up and took your hands.

“Marlyn and Marcus please take care of your siblings” you told your oldest.

Minutes later you’re in mcdonalds parking lot eating their famous ice cream and mcnuggets while taking about everything happened this day, you loved your quality time together

“I just love us”

“I love us too, we are the best” you two did your secret hand shake and shared a kiss before continuing watching a random youtube video while eating.

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[kingkumi]

cute lil booty

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[yxine]

— KOREAN GIRLFRIEND. ❞

Kirsten Dodgen x Reader!:

— in which Kirsten finds out her Korean girlfriend joined the show with her own crew.

— where everyone just find out that kirsten has a girlfriend who is in the show with them.

note: I do not own kirsten or any of the crew, women or the whole show. This is purely made for entertainment purposes!

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Kirsten was chuckling as she looked at the screen of her phone, she could be seen texting someone. Whoever they were made her quite giggly. Interested on why their leader was giggling to herself, Ling leaned over Kirsten's shoulder to see who she was talking to.

"Ooh~ who you getting all fuzzy for capt—WHO IS THIS 'LOVE'?" Ling exclaimed as she finally saw who she was texting to. Kirsten has a boyfriend and she knew this now?! After all these years, she only found out today.

"Shh! Not so loud!" Kirsten covered her teammate's mouth, they were the only ones in the Jam Republic room since the other three members were in the bathroom retouching their makeup and whatever they need to do in the bathroom.

"But yes...we have been for 3 years now." Kirsten said to Ling who gaped like a fish. The Asian woman felt a bit hurt to know that this has been hidden for a long time now and she only found out today. Now that she thought about it, she's seen her leader chuckle and even get a sudden call when teaching her classes, she always picked it up immediately and excuse herself. So it was her lover, huh?

"So, where's he from?" Ling asked Kirsten who sighed while looking up on the ceiling.

"She's from here in South Korea, one of the reason I agreed to join this show." Kirsten responded before chuckling at the sudden shocked gasp from Ling.

"SHE?!"

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A group of tall attractive women could be seen walking from the front of the studio on where the show is being held. Each scene of the camera revealing very attractive faces of the women, they all looked qualified to be a model.

"Woah, can't believe we're actually here." One of them mumbled in awe as all of them looked around. Her name was Lee Dohee, a tall woman with a brown pixie cut hair and cute-like features. She is the maknae of the group, age ranging of 19.

"I know right? It's a bit nerve-wracking now that we're here." KZ another member of the crew said as she shook her hands. She is a woman a bit taller than Dohee with black long hair and ash red highlights stopping just at the middle of her back, her age ranging of 26.

"Oh! Do you think we'll have international groups? I heard that swf is planning on inviting some! Do you think they'll get famous dancers from other countries? Someone we know? Someone that's like an underdog? Ooh! Maybe someone from Royal Family?! But that's a bit hard to do though especially when they have a tour going on around the world right now." Hollie the hyper one in the group said multiple things in wonder. She had two high up pigtails for her long navy blue hair as she made big gestures while talking.

"Calm down, Hun. I'm sure we'll find out when we enter the studio." Kim Sarah, the second oldest member of the group told the young woman. She had platinum blonde hair that's in a boy-cut, contrast to her looks, she was the mom of the group while their leader was like the dad.

Said leader only chuckled to herself as she led the team through the small hallway to get to their assigned room.

Sin-ergy

The banner was colored red with devil horns and their crew name on it, it was their room next to Jam Republic whose banner is bright compared to theres.

"Jam Republic?"

"Looks like they did invite people we know from overseas."

"Do you think Kirs-unnie is in there?!"

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Kirsten who heard her name called outside the room perked up, that high-pitched voice sounded familiar. Where did she hear that from again?

"Wow, they are loud." Latrice chuckled, liking the energy the women outside their room let out. (They don't know what they're talking about since their translator went out for a bit, so the translation isn't working for now that's why I said Latrice likes their energy.)

"At least we aren't the only ones here to just have fun and experience." Ling said with a slight smile as they all kept listening to the crew outside.

Kirsten on the other hand, kept contemplating on if she knew them or not. She can't help but feel like she should go outside and greet them but she decided not to.

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Every crew was already downstairs, now they were only waiting for the last one.

As if on cue, voices from upstairs rang out to the bottom as everyone put their gazes up to where they heard the voices are.

"Woah, this kinda looks cool!" Hollie exclaimed as she skipped across the large hallway as her team watched fondly at her.

"We should take pictures here later." KZ said as the others nodded in agreement.

"we're approaching the stairs, get ready." Y/N ever the dominant leader said as her members either hummed or nod in agreement while she led them from the front.

"Woah..here they come." Mannequeen's Yoonji muttered as she straightened herself in anticipation for the last group.

Sin-ergy stepped down the states as everyone stared at them in awe mostly at their tell structure and the energy they let out. They were even more intimidating than Wolf-lo and that's saying something.

"They're so tall!"

"They all look like they could be models."

"Oh my, look at Y/N!"

"Wait doesn't Y/N's outfit look kind of familiar?"

That statement that was said out loud made everyone realize where they saw that top before, their heads then snap towards a certain leader of Jam Republic noticing how similar their outfits looked. Though it's a bit absurd that they assumed such a thing, the way Kirsten stared at the leader of Sin-ergy in such shock and a look of knowing who she was made them think otherwise.

The tall group of women finally arrived on the stage waiting for the critiques of the other groups.

"Their team doesn't really stand out, it's only because of their heights."

"They're too tall for a dancer, i mean how do you move those long arms? Throw them around like some sort of stripped paper?"

"I don't see the point of them being a crew when it all just looks like Y/N with a bunch of back-up dancers."

Y/N just stared at the screen with a unnerving gaze causing the ones who made those comment to shrink in their seats as they were intimidated by her stare.

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"How dare they.." Kirsten muttered as she seethed silently in her seat. They dare talk to her woman in that way? They must have a death wish.

"How dare they what?" Latrice who was behind her asked her leader. She was confused on what she meant as they don't even know those tall women. Kirsten stiffened a bit as she didn't realize she said it out loud so she just waved her off.

"It's nothing, just remembered something." She can't just say her girlfriend just got dissed and now she's pissed off y'know? Can't she?

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"That's funny.." Y/N muttered amused by their comments, her team was also amused as this wasn't even diss, it's like eight grades bullying each other. Though they don't let it show as they kept giving a uninterested stare that kind of came off as them being mad due to the dominating aura they give off.

"Let's go." With that one command, the five of them went towards their spot just across Jam Republic.

"Wait, are my eyes messing with me or is Kirsten across us?" Holli grabbed KZ's arm as her eyes widened, the same could be said with the other members as they look at Kirsten who only smiled in return, amused by their reactions.

"Looks like we're against each other." Dohee said as she nodded in greeting to Jam Republic who returned it.

"This will be fun." Y/N said as she hotly smirked at the Jam Republic Leader who shyly smiled at the tall woman.

"A battle between lovers, now that's an interesting plot."

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user1234: WHAT? THEY'RE TOGETHER?

leyley__: MY TEAM LEADER HAS A LOVER AND I JUST KNEW NOW?!

-> kirstendodgen: surprise?

iluvkirs: IT'S ALWAYS THE HOT WOMEN THAT'S TAKEN I SWEAR

-> luvluvy/n: I KNOW RIGHT?

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[timetravellingkitty]

SAPPHIC ARTISTS TO LISTEN TO

(instead of writing your 69th essay about how Taylor Swift is a closet lesbian)

Starting off with my holy trinity:

Rina Sawayama (she/her, bi/pan): if you follow me you're probably aware of what a huge Rina fan I am. Lots of pop and rock, with a chunk of her earlier songs being R&B. Her debut album SAWAYAMA (my favourite album of all time!!) was her major breakthrough moment as it received critical acclaim and her sophomore album Hold the Girl made her the highest charting Japanese artist in the history of the UK. Known for her musical versatility, she made her acting debut in John Wick 4. I recommend: Cherry, Frankenstein and Bad Friend

Janelle Monáe (she/they, bi/pan): pop, funk, neo-soul and psychedelic. They have an entire series of concept albums about an android named Cindy Mayweather (her ALTER EGO?!) as she commits the crime of falling in love with a human. Lots of social commentary. Her album Dirty Computer comes along with a narrative film and a book taking place in its world. She's starred in movies like Antebellum, Glass Onion and Moonlight. I recommend: Electric Lady, Django Jane and Pynk

Raveena Aurora (she/her, bi): Experimental pop, R&B and soul. Her second album Asha's Awakening is a concept album following the journey of Asha, a Punjabi space princess, as it explores Aurora's South Asian identity and past relationships. Such a beautiful and soft voice to die for. I recommend: Headaches, If Only and Kathy Left 4 Kathmandu

Moving onto some other artists I like:

Boygenius: a band comprising of three sapphic women- Phoebe Bridgers (indie darling™), Lucy Dacus and Julien Baker (the first two are bi while the third is a lesbian). Indie, folk and alternative rock. Very melancholic. I urge you to check out their individual projects too (especially Phoebe's, I love her Punisher album). I recommend: Emily I'm Sorry, Satanist and True Blue

Kelela (she/her, queer): R&G, electronic and alternative R&B. Her debut EP Hallucinogen covers the beginning, middle and end of a relationship in reverse chronological order. Her second album Raven showcases Black futuristic art, which I fuck with. I recommend: Contact, The High and Bluff

Zolita (she/her, lesbian): dark-pop, R&B and electropop. She incorporates witchcraft into her music and mvs. She literally has an EP called Sappho what more could you want? I recommend: Holy, Ashley (the sapphic Speak Now) and Bedspell

Victoria Monét (she/her, bi): pop and R&B. She's written songs for artists like Ariana Grande (7 Rings) and Chloe x Halle (Do It). Go stream her Jaguar EP you will thank me later. I recommend: Touch Me (erotic sapphic song), Cupid and Love U Better

And finally some honourable mentions (can't make this post too long now can I): mxmtoon, Michelle Zauner, Arooj Aftab, Sir Babygirl, Dodie, Chloe Moriondo, Lauren Jauregui, Baby Queen, Sara and Teagan, The Butchies, Sofya Wang and Melissa Etheridge

#god works hard but i work harder #anyways. im going to sleep this took way too much time #sapphic #lesbian #bisexual #pansexual #music #reva speaks #NO I AM NOT TAGGING EVERY ARTIST HERE DO YOU WANT ME TO FUCKING DIE??? #or actually #rina sawayama #janelle monáe #raveena #boygenius #kelela #zolita #victoria monét #okay but i'm not tagging the honorary mentions that's way too many #music recs #anti gaylor

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1. “Angela Davis: An Autobiography” by Angela Davis 2. “Elite Capture: How the Powerful Took Over Identity Politics (And Everything Else)” by Olúfẹ́mi O. Táíwò 3. “Digging our own Graves: Coal Miners and the Struggle over Black Lung Disease” by Barbara Ellen Smith 4. “1919” by Eve L. Ewing 5. “Assata Taught Me: State Violence, Racial Capitalism, and the Movement for Black Lives” by Donna Murch 6. “Finding my Voice” by Emerald Garner 7. “From #BlackLivesMatter to Black Liberation” by Keeanga-Yamahtta Taylor 8. “Let This Radicalize You: Organizing and the Revolution of Reciprocal Care” by Kelly E Hayes and Mariame Kaba 9. “An Enemy Such as This: Larry Casuse and the Fight for Native Liberation in One Family on Two Continents Over Three Centuries” by David Correia 10. “101 Changemakers: Rebels and Radicals who Changed US History” by by Michele Bollinger and Dao X Tran  11. “Class War, USA: Dispatches from Workers’ Struggles in American History” by Brandon Weber 12. “#SayHerNameBlack Women’s Stories ofPolice Violence and Public Silence” by Kimberlé Crenshaw and African American Policy Forum 13. “An Asian American A to Z: A Children’s Guide to Our History” by Cathy Linh Che and Kyle Lucia Wu 14. “Repair: Redeeming the Promise of Abolition” by Katherine Franke 15. “Haunted by Slavery: A Memoir of a Southern White Woman in the Freedom Struggle” by Gwendolyn Midlo Hall

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Sir Sherlock Holmes & The Indian Princess

शर्लक बाबू और भारतीय राजकुमारी

Chapter 1 || Masterlist || Chapter 2

Chapter Summary: In England, Sherlock Holmes receives an alarm letter from his dear friend Doctor John Watson. In Delhi, You don't mind being a teacher, but with new building plans, you reflect on your circumstances and opportunities.

Pairing: Sherlock Homes x Desi!reader

Chapter Warnings: 18+ Dead Dove Do Not Eat, Slow burn, generational trauma, colonisation, implied murder, death of a parent, classism & caste.

Word Count: 6k

Author Notes:

★ Everything written in bold is being said in Hindustani

★The Reader character goes by the last name Newalkar and is the daughter of Damodar Rao Newalkar → the adopted son of Rani Laxmibai. I must advise this story is pure fiction but based in the occupation of the British Raj that invaded and Colonised India.

★I am a White European/Australian woman, I apologise for any cultural or historical inaccuracies. I am receiving help from online sources and desi Tumblr mutual @livesinfantasyland and I heavily encourage other Indian/South Asian/Desi readers to share their thoughts, constructive criticism and help as I write this story.

Inspiring Song: "Paint it Black" by Ciara

11:35pm Thursday 26th June 1890, 221B Baker Street, Marylebone, Westminster, London, England.

This story begins and ends with the sound of rain.

Tink!

The roof had begun a leak. And when this leak came to play it had a habit of landing directly on the head of a disgruntled and lonely fellow.  The greatest detective in London who could not find a friend. Granted I must inform you, Mr Sherlock Holmes did in fact have some friends, but by misfortunes, none were presently in the country.

Tink!

He angrily sighed. Another drop of rain hit his head.

He launched from his arm chair and grumbling moved an empty teapot to sit on the cushion he previously sat. The drops thus made a small tinkling as they landed inside the empty pot.

Plonk!

He rubbed his eyes and checked the time on the mantle piece clock. He had lost weeks of his life. Hours squeezed down to into unknown days or months, he could not tell. It did not help how he consistently drew the curtains closed to design total darkness other than the fireplace and his candles to light up his home.

A light shiver ran up his spine. The weather was dangerously cold today. His fingertips upon inspection grew from pale white to a dark pink.

Plonk!

He wandered if perhaps it was time to have a holiday in sunny Spain.

A knock on his door broke his imagined vacation like a hammer to glass.

His pesky landlady Mrs Hudson intruded on his stuffy dust filled space. She grumbled nonsense about the filth of her apartment she’s rented out to the famous Detective before handing him a thick envelope.

Plonk!

And the moment he could see and recognised the handwriting he snatched the Letter from her wrinkly fingers and banished her with a bellowing shout. The woman fluttered out and muttered her further disgusts of his treatment.

Plonk!

But Sherlock did not care for her opinion or rather anyone’s for that matter, Sherlock only cares about the stamp he tore opened the parchment he eagerly unfolded.

John Watson. Doctor, soldier and dear friend. He was Sherlock’s greatest companion to note. He had never felt such brotherly love until he met the very man seeking a roommate here in baker street.

Doctor and detective used to comb London for clues to solve crimes and very noticeably took an interest at the sports of pleasure. The luxurious brothels of London welcomed him and his friend with open arms and spread legs. Doctor Watson was the easy victim of sex while Sherlock was one to enjoy his opium pipe and watch his friend succumb to the mouths of half-pound harlots.

And among these adventures of interesting women did the doctor find himself in a savage tussle with another jealous male patron...

Sherlock recalled the evening with mirth. His dear friend, brother in arms had been pummelled to a pulp and drunk as a daisy. So when Sherlock escorted him to a hospital, the imbecile had declared that he was doctor of the ward and did not need any stitches. It is a grand thing perhaps Doctor Watson could not fathom the memory of yelling too proudly that his medicine could be only found in the elixir of a woman’s warm cunny.

His nurse, a dirty bird at heart had giggled at this...that nurses name was Mary Mortenson. And she became the very enamoured Mrs Mary Watson.

Sherlock was not fond of his friend becoming so besotted with his bride. He tolerated the woman’s presences at best. Unspokenly, the detective saw competition to gain the doctors attention and it was becoming far too obvious that Mrs Watson would win. Every. Single. Time.

After a month of young love the married pair had decided their honey-moon should be experienced back in John’s birth land...Delhi, a city in India. Mary was to meet the senior Mr and Mrs Watson. Coincidently, the English rose was not averse to the foreign lands…she so happened to have been born in Agra. Happy and married, they boarded and sailed across the sea.

Sherlock had high hopes their ship would run scarce of supplies so they might return quickly. He missed his dear friend and even his annoying wife.

The letter in between if thumbs and fingers were the first words from them he had gotten in nearly three months. The letter read as followed...

“Dear Sherlock,

Mary and I have come to my home I grew up in as a boy. I was blessed with my parents merry welcome. However, unfortunate circumstances have designed two coffins. For merely a week into our visit my beloved parents have passed. I have yet to decide whether to bury them in the English tradition or burn them in the Hindi ritual. My predicted return back to Baker Street may appear futile and non-existent. Please. Come visit us as soon as it is convenient.

13, 25, 27, 16, 1, 18, 5, 14, 20, 19, 27, 8, 23, 5, 27, 2, 5, 5, 14, 27, 13, 21, 18, 4, 5, 18, 5, 4.

Your sincere faithful friend, Doctor John H. Watson.”

Plonk!

Sherlock’s eyes raced over the page, and cupped his mouth staring at the plethora of numbers. They were not any numbers. John was a simple man, he wasn’t the smartest being but Sherlock appreciated his humble attitudes, he liked the doctor admitting he wasn’t a world genius, just a man who knew his medicines.

So when an enigmatic set of numbers was written at random Sherlock thought of the most simplistic cypher.

For every number was a letter. 1 being A and 26 being Z, leaving 27 to be a space between a word.

His brows lifted. The message was clear and alarming.

Plonk!

“My Parents Have Been Murdered.”

He determined his dear doctor had written this cryptic message under the desire of secrecy. His eyes lit up. It meant John needed Sherlock’s help. A case. Something was amiss. John did not know the killers name. If he did, he would’ve written it or not bothered to write asking Sherlock to visit at all.

He couldn’t have run faster to his rooms to start backing as soon as possible.

Plonk!

Sherlock Holmes had know idea what he was going to find in a land he had only heard stories from Watson’s childhood. He was eager to see his friend, to help him and to finally have an adventure.

01:35pm Friday 11th July 1890, Anglo Arabic Secondary School, Desh Bandhu Gupta Rd, Ajmeri Gate, Delhi.

You dragged the piece of white chalk across a black board and sketched a simple phrase in the English language. You smiled to the young faces that filled the room, sitting in long benches and desks. Their eyes wide and curious, eager to learn.

You waved your hands, “Now, clean your chalk slates students, you are going to learn how to spell good afternoon in English.”

They wipe them down with their small damp clothes and tucked them away in the groove at the top of their slanted desk. You waited patiently until they all sat with their hands resting flat on the wooden desks, mouths shut, eyes seeking knowledge.

You underlined each letter of the first word, “Gee, ouw, ouw, dee, this spells ‘Good’ and now ‘Afternoon’ is Aya, eff, tee, Ee, Ara, eynnn, ouw, ouw, eynn.”

The young boys sounded it out with you. Their sweet pubescent voices unionised. You smiled. They were so advanced at such a young age, most of the boys had come from average and wealthy families that could afford them to come to such a fine school. Many were Muslim, others Hindu, it was a good sign of peace. The youth coming together despite their differences. And on odd days you would teach the white children, boys and girls of British and French families who wanted their children to learn Hindi, Arabic and Urdu.

You didn’t mind teaching white children, some of the boys could be very disrespectful but you gathered it was behaviour picked up from their arrogant fathers. It wasn’t the young boys who had pillaged these lands, it was their fathers and grandfathers.

“The gee,” you circled the G, “Remember in English is also pronounced like Guh and,” you tapped the double o’s, “Ouw ouw in english together when two is said ‘oooowa’. Followed by dee being said as Dah. So, let’s say it together?”

You dragged a white line under the word and sounded it out with your students.

“Guh-oooow-dah.”

You smiled.

You repeated, “Good.”

“Now let’s look at the word ‘afternoon’,” you announced.

You cleaned the board and looked back at your students. One of the little boys who sat in the front was rubbing his eyes. You smiled softly. He was only six years old. His older brother, a young man now would most likely be the one to collect his brother from school and carry him sleeping back home. You looked at the bell tower just outside the window. It was nearly time for your students to go home and you to return back to your lodgings.

“Aye and eff is said as AAaff, then tee is a quick Tuh! And what is Ee and Arrra sound together children?”

“Errr,” they all purred.

You sounded out half of the word with them, “Aafftuherrr.”

You rubbed your chalk dust covered fingers together and further explained as you pointed to each important letter, “eynnn makes a Na, sound. And we just practiced double ouw, so sound it out.”

Like a symphony of speech, you all said together, “Guh-oooow-dah Aafftuherrr, Na-ooow-na. Good Afternoon.”

The deep bowing clang of the bells outside rang through the yard and open window shutters. The children looked eager to leave. Their hands were readily holding their slates, ready to put them inside the empty wooden box in the corner of the classroom where they kept all their slates and dusters and the bucket for where they kept their chalk.

“Good afternoon students,” You bided.

“Good afternoon Teacher Madam,” They called back.

“You may go back home now. Practise your English alphabet song.”

The boys were fast as rabbits, leaping from their desks and fleeing the classroom out the hall and down the stairs. But some at least saluted you as they left. It was a habit they’d picked up from the white boys who saluted their male teachers. You smiled to yourself as you waved them out. Each left with beaming smiles and playful chatter among themselves.

As you went about sweeping the floor after wiping the chalk from the board, you wondered if you should go to the temple and pray for your students successful education or if you should consider washing your clothing today. It had been very dry today, any moment and you knew the wet season and humid rain would arrive to flood the streets clean of dust and fill the forests with life of green goodness.

As you put away the English education books on the small shelves by the door, a familiar face came rushing in, flushed and excited

If it wasn’t her jingling anklet and bangle that announced her To your classroom, it was her shrill cry of your name that did.  

“Y/N! Quick!” Miss Anjuli Paraiyars exclaimed, “You need to come with me.”

Her dark ink hair was peaking out from her sun patterned veil. The wispy curls stuck to her sweaty forehead and framed her dazzling walnut eyes. They were flooded with mischief that matched her biting lip. Her brows wriggled lightly.

Placing the last book onto the shelf you turned to acknowledge your dear friend.

“Anjuli,” you happily sighed, “Whatever is the matter?”

She waved her hands about, hoping to quicken you along and out the door, “It is the Watson son, Doctor Watson, he wants to speak with you with important news.”

Your eyes widened. ‘What on earth does that poor soul wish to say to me? After the death of the good Mr and Mrs Watson, I would assume he was still in mourning, why would he call upon me?’

Following your friend outside into the scorching sun, you lifted your saree over your head. She had her family Ox and cart waiting outside the school gates.

“What important news Anjuli?” You said a little standoffishly.

“He’s offering you a job,” She said giddily. She climbed up into the cart and leant down offering her hand to you.  Once in the cart side by side she sighed, “That’s all he would tell me,” She grabbed the reigns and cane and tapped the Ox to start moving out onto the dirt road, “But we all know how very generous he can be like his dear parents.”

Anjuli was right. The late Victoria and Hamish Watson’s were angelic to the local community. Victoria had been the very soul to teach your late mother English and she was the one to encourage you to attain education enough to become one of the very few first female Indian teachers. She was a well known philanthropist, often aiding the sick and homeless and funding the Indian hospitals. Hamish was a local accountant, financial advisor and lawyer. He was known to be good to the children particularly. He would often hand out sweets as he walked down the street with his briefcase bag. He often aided the locals find new homes when the British planned to evict them and replace white families in their place. The English couple had lived in the country for many decades, long before you were even born. They spoke fluently enough and mimicked the culture so well that you could’ve believed they were born here themselves.

You sat back and nodded, “May their souls attain moksha.”

02:45pm Friday 11th July 1890, Willingdon Crescent, Central Ridge Forest, Delhi, India.

The sun baked down on the streets of Dehli. The Ox cart rolled along, it’s tail flicking the flies circling it’s flank every so often.

You pinches your saree scarf and covered your face before a bug could fly into your mouth.

Anjuli had to hold the reigns and cane, she leant closer to you and giggled as she nodded to the khaki covered soldiers. Walking by in many small groups.

Anjuli had a terrible habit, she fell in love too easily. For some ungodly reason Anjuli admired the foreigners that had come so long ago and invaded your beautiful country. Maybe she liked how different they looked. The flaxen hair and ice blue gazes in the faces of pale freaks were so opposite to the raven manes and hairy russet warmth of Indian men. It was erotic for her. You just didn't understand how she could so easily find infatuation with the people you considered an enemy, and so should she.

“Oh look at them,” she giggled girlishly.

You rolled your eyes, “I’m looking.” There was a timid strain in your voice. You had no real interest to entertain Anjuli’s fascination.

When Anjuli noticed how you in fact we’re not looking but rather looking ahead on the road path she playfully smacked your arm.

“Look!” She sucked her teeth and teasingly scolded, “Do you not know delight at the sight of men?” She reached forward and abruptly touched the front of your blouse, squeezing around for the softness of your breasts, “Are you sure you’re a full grown woman?” she smiled wickedly and prodded her finger in between your legs covered by your top petticoat.

You squeaked loudly and batted her hand. She howled with laughter and kept giggling even as you scowled at her beneath your veil.

You turned your head away from her and scoffed, “I am not as easily swayed by British soldiers. They look so sickly as pale as they are,” your nose wrinkled, “How could I righteously take a husband in front of beloved Lakshmi and her Vishnu when they look like they tempt Yama too take them at any moment?”

Your friend rolled her eyes, “Oh nonsense,” she tapped your hand and waved her fingers into a crowd of soldiers, “See there that one, his hair the colour of wheat, he is a handsome man. He would make a fine husband.”

And as the cart rolled passed, you couldn’t help gag at the smell of the same man Anjuli proclaimed would make a fine husband.

‘A fine swine perhaps. Many sow in heat could come trotting to him from miles with such a putrid scent.’

Your head wobbled and your flat palm waved at her, “A husbands good qualities are not to stand on his appearance alone. One day he will grow old, fat, bald and ugly.”

A long dragging sigh came out from the woman beside you. She managed to move both reigns into one hand and playfully tugged your saree away from your face

“You’re no fun, come on,” she jerked her chin out to the same street as the ox was about to pass another group, “Tell me you don’t find any of them a little attractive?”

You stared at the oncoming group and now sucked your teeth. You crudely stated, “They’d be far more attractive if they left. Went back to their lands, leave our villages and the people of Bharat in peace.”

Anjuli stared blankly at you. Before she could pinch and prod you again you relented and noticed one of the men in the crowd so different from the others.

He was tall, his hair a dark chestnut that matched the shade of his suit. His face was bare and clean in comparison to the soldiers who all adorned moustaches and muttonchop beards on their faces. He was carrying a rather large brief case and walking stick.

“Fine...that one,” you nodded, “In the brown English clothes.”

“The one wearing a suit?” Anjuli snickered, “He’s not a soldier though?”

You giggled,“And it is for such a reason I find he is most handsome among them.”

You both gazed at him as the ox fully passed by. Anjuli smiled at you.

“He is rather tall. Strong. What do you think he does?” She asked, “Maybe he is a farmer, or a bricklayer?”

You shook your head. ‘No. He couldn’t be.’

“He dresses too finely. It is not their Christian Sunday Sabbath today. He probably is a rich businessman, with a wife and children.”

You looked back to the path as the dusty road became thicker in trees and travel further away from the street. You thought about that strangers wife, what she might look like, probably some English rose with a house full of servants at her command, surrounded by maids and wet nurses for her children. She would live in a grand house and hold soiree’s, welcoming guests from all around to celebrate life. She would have a massive library and a place of worship. It was the life you should’ve had, the life you were owed and denied merely by the changing events of history and the extinguish of your father’s birthright.

Your soft smile faded; you felt a twinge of repulsion mixed with a hint of anger. You’d think after all these years you would’ve chosen to forget this, ignore this, let go and accept your circumstances in this life.... You didn’t live with your father anymore who would remind you practically daily why not to trust the English or any white man, as if you didn’t witness their subjecting abuse and consistent disrespect.

Your eyes fluttered shut, you reached to your side and touched Anjuli’s wrist. She was your truest friend despite her differences and low status. Anjuli came from a Shudra family, and you? You were the daughter, the descendant of Brahims and Kshatriyas...now lowered to the Shudra caste class…You never knew the lavish life of the Jhansi palace, nor tasted the rich foods served on golden plates and surrounded by pretty creatures of the palace menagerie. You would never know the joys of running through the gardens with other children in the royal family.

Everyone was gone, everything was gone. All that was left was your father who scarcely remembered that life but shared all he remembered so his memories would live on through you and bring you hope that one day it would be yours. It was a cruel false hope…

Eighteen years ago, you had been born inside of a nice house in Indore to the daughter of a prestige painter Vasudeoraobhau Bhatavdekar. As far as you knew, your father loved your mother very much for the incredibly brief time that they were married. A rare jewel in beauty is how he described her often. A marriage of love and choice. Your father said she was softly spoken and obedient, but it was her unconditional love for him and his dreams that held his heart in appreciation.

It was by unfortunate command that she would fall ill to childbed fevers after you were born. After you…a girl...not a son. You were nothing in the eyes of the British raj and had no chance of being installed as an heir for any restoration…you were the last hope and failed before your first breath. And that was something you’d never forget.

For a small time, you were raised in that home and then it was decided by your father that you would learn English. His tutors were not available, so he cut your hair short and shipped you off to Delhi with your young uncle Save to the Anglo Arabic Secondary School…It did not take the teachers and headmaster long to discover you were a girl. Before you were to receive the beating of a lifetime it was Mr Hamish Watson who so happened to be accounting the school costs to save you. He took you to his wife who taught you English and then set you to live with his maid servants, Anjuli’s mother.

Your friend spoke after some time of silence, “Oh, I’m meant to tell you- My cousin Vijay sent word this morning, he’s seeking a wife. My mother wants me to ask if you’d like to meet him, a prospective match.”

Your lips curled into a sneer, “Isn’t he the one that use to tie our braids together in a knot during Diwali and chase us around the street making animal noises?”

You recalled a young teenage boy about five years your senior with a tooth gap and ruffled hair. He was so annoying, calling you names and bullying you by calling you fat and ugly. He was spoilt and rude. He mocked you when you told him you were a princess. He said you were a princess of pimple pox and nothing more. Oh how you remembered the way your blood boiled.

“We were children, he was playing, only a boy,” she smiled, “He’s a man now, studying to be a barrister in Bombay but he will be visiting in a few weeks to help us move.”

Ah yes, the dilemma you needed to find a solution too soon. It was a month ago that a letter had been nailed to the house door, it was an eviction commandment made by the British military and government. The Paraiyars family and you had to leave the home in Raisina hill, why? Because the British do what they like…building concrete monstrosities over beautiful land and demolishing the history of your people like it was worthless dust. Rumours spread about a grand governors palace was to be built there, but they couldn’t burn the village to ash with people living inside...well....at least not on their "morally good Christian conscious."

“Vijay I believe owns a cottage near the seaside. You could be his bride and live with him instead of moving back to Indore to your father.”

Moving back was not possible...not after his most recent letter.

“Father has…felt it improper for me to move back to Indore. He believes that my existence would cause me more harm than good under his jailers’ eyes…His pension he shares I give mostly to your mother for board. I have saved my wages, I am considering…moving to a boarding workhouse in Jhansi or Agra, but tell your mother I would like to greet Vijay when he arrives…”

You smirked looking down at your fingernails, “Lakshmi forbid I run out of money and need to resort to the ‘charity’ of Christians or to prostitution.”

Anjuli made a face, shaking her head and brushed her shoulder into yours, “You wrinkle your nose at every man, white, black or bronze,” she smiled cheekily, “I doubt you’d make a good prostitute.”

“Anjuli!” You shrieked.

Both you and her erupted into a large happy shrill of giggles enough to gain head turns from passing public. You and her playfully poked your elbows into each other. Anjuli was right, there was no chance that you could make a suitable prostitute…you hadn’t had sex and didn’t know how to please a man, most men you barely liked. They could be selfish. Anjuli on the other hand, she was a frisky thing. She had kissed a hundred men and given her ‘precious flower’ to a boy back when she was thirteen. She had no shame. Anjuli had shared her sordid tales of lust to you many times. You knew her boyfriends that snuck her out at night and returned her by morning. You promised never to tell her mother or father who surely would’ve disowned her if they knew how promiscuous she was. It was best if they believed she made money with her parents in the markets selling dyed clothes and wooden jewellery boxes.

03:04pm Friday 11th July 1890, 5 Bistdari Road, Central Ridge Forest, Delhi, India.

Arriving to the Watson Bungalow was simple enough, the ox cart rolled and bumped over the rock and sandy grooves of the path. Anjuli pulled the reigns of her beast and helped you both down. She tied her ox to the outside gate posts, the precious creature lowered its head and munched on dry grass that still was hinted in green. The ox would be glad as soon the wet season would hit and all the food delight lush and green would return.

You and Anjuli stepped inside and removed your sandals, Anjuli then led you through the house. It had been some time since you had been here. Anjuli’s mother was dismissed as Mrs Victoria Watson’s maid when the new Watson bride had arrived.

Doctor Watson, their son was a short ferrety man. His face was covered in a long mutton mustache like a snake of hair slithering along his face. He was a grown man from the teenager you had met many years ago. His parents had sent him to Europe to school, as far as you were aware he had join the army and fought in some notorious war battles like The of Battle of Abu Klea.

As you entered the bureau office, you found him hunched over some paperwork, his brows scrunched. His eyes lifted up and brightened his face on seeing you both.

“Oh Miss Paraiyars, Anjuli dear,” he said clapping his hands and opening a drawer in his desk, “Thank you so much dear for bringing darling Miss Newalkar here. Here,” he handed Anjuli a small bag and slipped four rupees into her hand, “and take these sweets back to your Mataji, Mrs Paraiyars.”

Anjuli put her hands together and smiled, wobbling her head before leaving you alone to return outside back to her ox cart.

You had your hands pressed together peacefully while the doctor hobbled over to you from around the desk. He was smiling brightly and nodded his head to you, offering you a chair in front of the desk.

“Y/N thankyou for coming on such short notice. I requested your presence in person to offer you a job position.”

Your smile fell, you sheepishly explained to the man, “I am currently employed at the Anglo school Doctor, Babu.”

The doctor nodded, “Yes…Anjuli tells me you are still teaching the children English and Hindi?”

“Yes Doctor Babu,” you confirmed.

“How much are you paid per month?” he asked quickly, touching his lips lightly in thought.

“Twenty five rupees,” you said softly, you didn’t dare try to sound prideful.

The doctor smiled and pulled out a piece paper contract, he then stated, “I will pay you a hundred per month.”

Your eyes widened, and then narrowed. It was too spectacular to be true, it sounded Impossible. Your fathers pension was only a hundred and fifty rupees a year, for the doctor to give you a hundred per month was unfathomable wealth. What on earth was he wanting from you!?

“What is the position,” you swallowed breathlessly, “Doctor Babu?”

“Housekeeper and…a carer,” he sighed, “I need you to live here, and watch over one of my friends. He is from England and I am afraid he might not understand the customs here.”

He leant against the desk cocking his head and looking down at his feet awkwardly. “Please,” he begged, “he is different to other men. He is particular and perhaps rather spoilt. I need you to make sure he doesn’t get lost, harmed or too upset. It is pressing that I should return to my wife in Agra. I would have hired Mrs Paraiyars, in fact I did offer this role to her, but I have been informed she will be moving and her English is not as it once was…and my English friend is rather…particular and impatient with broken speech...”

He wrote a signature across the bottom of the document and held it out for you to read. It was real…your mouth watered. You could save more than your regular wage and easily move back to Indore without burdening your father or mother’s family.  

“If you accept my offer, you may live here as a free lodging, you recall where the servant quarters are I am sure? You will also receive a handsome budget for food. And-” he paused looking up and pocketing the cheque, he gasped, “Sherlock! Dear god man! Did you walk here from the train station?!”

You turned around in the chair and took in the sight of a familiar looking soul.

He was the gentleman from the road. The supposed businessman with his briefcase. He was taller standing here with you then when you sat above in the ox cart. He was standing in the doorway to the office. He stepped inside and lowered his walking stick and briefcase.

“My friend,” the handsome stranger gleefully called, “My dear John Watson, I came the moment I read your message. One of the khaki coated lads pointed me here.”

Up close now you could observe his features on a better judgement. Sherlock Holmes was well known in the British gazette for his distinct physical appearance. With his broad angular frame, sharp hard features, and mighty frame, he exuded a striking and intimidating aura that commanded respect. He reminded you of warriors you imagined before bed in story's of battles your father described at Jhansi Fort.

His face was marked by a strong, sharp pointed nose and intense, deep-set sapphire eyes. His hair was kept combed and short below his ears short and slicked back, revealing his angular eyebrows, and his pink lips that were tightly pursed. He wore a grand brown suit coat with a crisp white shirt, and woolen sweater vest beneath it. And at the base of his throat was a dark burgundy tie. Something about the time reminded you of blood. A cut throat. You felt cold.

His eyes smoothly shifted to you and your presence, his lips parted softly, he glanced back at John, “A patient of yours Doctor?”

The moustached man bristled and shook his head, he stuttered and leant his hand out to you. you carefully chose to take it and rise from the chair as he introduced you.

“Oh- I- Sherlock…um, Sherlock Holmes, I would like you to meet Miss Y/N Newalkar.”

“Miss Newalkar,” the doctor waved his hand over the figure of the giant stock of a man, “This is the very gentleman I was informing you about. This is my friend Detective Sherlock Holmes.”

You pressed your hands together and nodded in greeting. One of Sherlock’s brows raised and his lips hardened in a straight line.

Doctor Watson explained back to the detective, “I was in the middle of discussing whether this dear lady would like to accept a role of housekeeping during your stay here.”

“Whatever for?” Sherlock snickered, “Is your lady wife not up to par with her duties?” he shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked on his leather shoes while his eyes scanned all the way down to your bare feet. It was a crude look of judgement. The westerner seemed to forget not everyone shared the same styles and habits here. You tried not to roll your eyes at him as he scanned your arms and the parts of your belly that the saree did not cover.  Those dark blue orbs crawled up and settled over your faux sweetened smiling face.

“Some…plans have come up unexpectedly. Mary is back in Agra, staying safe with her family,” John stated, his fingers rubbed together, “I need to be with her. And the hospitals are in desire of my services as a surgeon. I ask that you will look around, see if you can find anything here…” he leant in closer and whispered to the man, “I will visit every couple of days, to check up on you and see if there is truth to be founded in my suspicions.”

'Suspicions?'

“John…” the detective pat his friends shoulder, “I am happy to see you. I promise I will do my very best.”

“Thankyou,” said the doctor.

Sherlock jerked his chin to your direction, “How much does the dear girl here know?”

“Well, I…not much,” the doctor blushed and looked back to you, “Miss Newalkar, your thoughts on the job position role?”

You swallowed and nodded slowly, “I accept the conditions, thankyou for your most gracious offering, Doctor Babu.”

The doctor smiled and carefully touched your back, leading you to the exist of his office as he happily stated.

“Splendid! Please, this is the contract. Sign it and return with your belongings later on a few hours while I converse with my friend and guest.”

You looked back at the mysterious Sherlock Holmes and back to the contract. You wobbled your head in goodbye and went on your way. The way you could feel his eyes over your body walking away made you shiver. He was a intimidateding looking man. You left the home and slipped your sandals on.

You thought about how you would now be the housekeeper of a prestigious British family in the community. A wave of relief to your stability washed over you. You didn’t need to crawl to your father and your mother’s family. You started smiling ear to ear. All you needed to do was take care of a house and baby-sit an Englishman who was vulnerable to these new lands.

“Did you see him go in?” Anjuli smirked from the ox cart, waving you over, “The British man you fancied?”

You jerked your chin up proudly exclaiming, “I met him.”

Your friend gasped with a wide smile, “What is he like?”

“I don’t really know,” you shrugged before waving the contract in front of your friends face, “but I am going to be his housekeeper, I need to inform the school of my resignation.”

Anjuli looked at the contract, she couldn't read english but made a light sad sound and sucked her teeth before sighing, “Oh, those children will miss you dearly.”

And that you could both agree. You grabbed the ox reigns and tapped its flank with the cane rolling back to the school again quickly to collect your last wage.

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A dinner invitation | 방탄소년단

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : After accepting a dinner invitation at your manager’s house, you hadn’t expected what the night would bring, or did you?

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : Taehyung x fem!reader

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : straight smut :]

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 : unprotected sex (put some protection on that erection), fingering (f receiving), Tae’s a hoe.

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With a frustrated sigh, you shut the bathroom door and banged your head lightly on it. "Stupid“ You thought over and over. There was no getting away from the facts though, you were as aroused as you’d ever known and needed relief. With trembling-sweating palms you fumbled through your purse for your keys and un-clipped your keychain vibrator at the third attempt, silently thanking God for small miracles. "I can't even control my own hands anymore“ You murmured to herself.

Smiling slightly, you dropped your damp skirt and inched your naked ass onto the cold black marble counter top. Leaning back against the mirror, you spread your thighs and ran your fingers over your dripping clit and closed your eyes as your body trembled at your own touch. You were close...really close to stepping off the edge of bliss. Turing on the vibrator and feeling the pulsating beat dance up your fingers, you felt your body flood with more juices. Bracing a foot against the rim of the sink, you slipped the vibrator into your open, dripping body. Sinking the vibrator back and forth, you fingered your clit and thought of your date.

It had all started with the dinner invitation: just a simple, "Will you have dinner with me sometime?" It was an invitation that should have never been given and never been accepted because of your working relationship. You knew that any relationship between you both had to be nipped in the bud. You smiled wickedly, you liked playing with fire and for once- you were going to play and had accepted the invitation.

Waiting for him to come into the living room from the kitchen, you thought of the man who you hoped would become your lover. Tall for his Asian descent, Taehyung carried himself with a strong sense of pride and joyfulness. Those months of working with him as your manager, slowly built the tension so tight that a knife couldn't cut it and had fellow employees looking at you both with knowing grins. Catching him walking into the room, you watched him move towards you, the dimmed lights making his ink black hair shine with an iridescent blue hue. Your eyes roved over his body taking in the button-up black shirt that hugged the slim muscles of his chest and arms and the tight blue jeans that hugged his hips and outlining the long, muscular thighs and calf of his legs.

"Madam, your whiskey-laced tea" You chuckled as Taehyung handed you a glass coffee cup, his palm and long fingers dwarfing the small cup. "Thank you, Tae" Playfully, you lowered your eyes and peered at him from beneath your lashes, "Now, if I'm guessing right, I think you've been avoiding this question all night, but I need to know why you invited me to dinner tonight”

Taehyung looked at her, really looked. Your shoulder-length, dark brown hair fell gently around your sharp cheek bones that told the story of the native blood that flowed in your veins. The backlight from a lamp cast a soft glow around your face giving you a classic sexy look, but behind your tiny, silver glasses, your dark eyes held his, waiting for his answer. "I think you know Y/n. You know I've asked Erin about you”

". . . and I've seen the women you date" You cut Taehyung off, it was rude, but you wanted answers, and not the answers your friends could give you. "I'm not like them. Taehyung, I know you've talked to Erin, she's told you many times that I'm not someone who takes sex, dating, and all the other stuff that goes with it lightly. I know that she's told you how I feel about myself, which means you know that I'm really insecure about myself and how I look”

"How you look? My God Y/n, your body's perfect!" You raised an eyebrow and looked at his whiskey brown eyes. You knew he was telling you the truth; one of the knacks you acquired over the years was the ability to read people's eyes, and his were just devouring you. Softly he said, "You have a body that a man can fall into Y/n, soft and rounded. Those women you’ve seen me with . . . they mean nothing" Taehyung sat on the couch next to you and leaned his head back against the soft, buttery black leather, "Not anymore” he finished with a distant smile.

You looked though the sliding door of Taehyung’s apartment and stared into the darkened sky beyond the pool. You knew he wasn't lying; you just couldn't bring yourself to accept that someone as good looking and sought after, as Taehyung, would want to become your lover. Still looking out into the distance you took a sip of your laced tea, and nearly killed yourself as you chocked, sputtering your tea all over yourself as Taehyung’s quiet words washed over your musing form. Turning your head sharply, your eyes clashed with his. "Did I hear you correctly?!”

Taehyung smiles, "Yes you heard me correctly" He paused and watched hungrily as your fingers brushed over the drops of tea that had landed on the curved, swollen rise of your breast. Licking his full lips, he groaned softly, not noticing as your eyes glanced to his suddenly flushed face. Slowly you, dipped your fingers into the deep cleft of your breasts made by the confinement of your bra and smiled, reflecting the wickedness and passion your body was starving for. Watching his eyes fix on the fingers that rested between your warm breasts, you whispered his name softly, "Taehyung?"

Taehyung jerked his gaze to meet yours and realized they were focused on his flushed face, he said ; "Have you ever played "I want you to . . .?"

Your mind reeled. You not only knew the game really well, but you knew, personally, the author who originated the game through one of his own erotic stories. As if through a fog, you heard Taehyung’s voice washing over you, "From your look, I can guess that you do know the story, where it comes from, and its meaning”

With a trembling hand, you set what was left of your tea on the small coffee table and looked directly into Taehyung’s eyes and read the promise of what was to come. "Yes. I know the game and the story very well. Mr. Kim is quite a pleasurable writer. He's a very good friend of mine. We met when I complimented him on one of his pieces. From there on it's been a great friendship"

"You know him?"

You looked up and raised your eyebrows, your gaze never leaving his face as he shifted his body toward yours. "What's wrong with that?" You asked quietly, tracing one of the leather buttons on the couch's seat.

"Nothing. I've always wanted to meet him. His stories leave something to the imagination”

You bowed your head and chuckled. You knew how well his stories could lead to the imagination and hoped that you and Taehyung could sometime act them out.

"Well then" He mused aloud in the heavy silence of the apartment, amazed that you knew Mr. Kim and his writings.

"Tae . . ." You scooted closer to him on the couch, your knees touching his thighs as you faced him. Your eyes betrayed your uncertainty at the reaction you received from Taehyung about your online friendship.

Taehyung smiled and reached out to trace your full lips, with his broad tipped fingers, "I was just surprised that you would know someone through e-mail, but you've never met him in person" Trailing off, he leaned forward and kissed your small pert nose. "Now, back to the original concern of tonight, I'm going to make you see that I want you and only you. Do you still want to play?" At your small nod, his smile broadened into a grin. "I want you to kiss me Y/n. Kiss me with all that passion you've been storing up for me at work”

You blushed. You couldn't help it, you thought you had kept your desires in check at work, but apparently Taehyung, and others, had noticed. Shifting once more on the couch, you rose over his lounging form and pressed your lips gently against his warm firm lips and felt them soften as your tongue gently ran a warm, wet line across the seam. With a growl, Taehyung deepened the kiss, his mouth opening on yours. Slipping your tongues into the other’s welcoming mouths you explored, tasted. Shifting your mouth, you coxed his tongue deeper into yours and returned the favor to him. Soon, the kiss spiraled deeper and deeper into heated passion, your mouths and tongues dancing a duel of possession that was as old as time.

With a quiet moan, you lowered your upper body against Taehyungs, your hips pressing into his side, your soft, lush lips closed firmly against his to stop his thrusting tongue from taking possession of the kiss. Chuckling, Taehyung pulled back and rested his head against the back of the couch, his heaving breath mixing with yours in an attempt to breathe. Slowly he ran his hand down your smooth hair, wrapping his fist around it once he reached the layered ends.

You shifted your weight as Taehyung’s hand tightened his possession on you. Grinning, your straight white teeth gleaming, you straddled his thigh, your skirt rising to expose your long toned thighs. "I want you to kiss my neck" Taehyung arched a black eyebrow and tilted his head to the side. Tugging on your hair to bring your head softly to the opposite side of his tilted face, Taehyung’s firm lips caressed your jaw down to the dancing pulse in your throat. Taking a deep breath, Taehyung inhaled your own feminine sent and perfume before he traced your vein with the tip of his tongue. Suddenly he clamped his lips and teeth over the vein and felt you responding exclamation of "Oh!" along with the deep grind of your hips against his leg as he suckled the soft, giving flesh.

Letting go of your hair, his mouth lifting from your neck, he shifted their bodies and lowered you onto your back; the leather of the couch sinking as his weight settled over yours. Just as slowly as he lowered your bodies, your hands rose in panic and shoved at his broad shoulders.

"Taehyung . . .?" Your body tensed under his in fear of knowing what he was going to do.

"Sh . . ." His eyes met your own and held your gaze. "All you have to do is say 'Stop' and it all ends" You nodded and tilted your head back as Taehyung lowered his lips once again to the vulnerable skin of your neck.

"You know Y/n..." Kevin whispered as he nibbled and sucked on your ear, "I've wanted to this for the year and a half I've known you. I've always wanted you, even before you became a manager and you turned that sexy I-don't-give-a-damn-what-you-think attitude on me” Pulling back from your sweet neck, Taehyung looked into your closed eyes. "You're mine Y/n. Mine." Taehyung lowered his head and sank his teeth into your neck and shoulder muscles, branding you as his and only his by marring the soft, white skin.

Your back arched off the couch, pain mingling with pleasure of having his teeth press onto the soft skin, your hips ground into the hard thigh that pressed you deeper into the couch as you felt his firm mouth suckling your neck. "Ah . . . shit . . . Tae . . ." You murmured as you pulled away from his mouth. You were trembling and your neck felt like it was on fire. Slowly his words came back to you "You're mine--. . ." You laughed and basked in the pleasure of his words even as your fingers came to rest on the tender spot. Just from the low throbbing sensation you felt, you knew you’d have trouble hiding it when you went into work the next day.

"I want you to give me permission to do what I want to your body Y/n. I want total control." Taehyung raised himself from your body and sat at the base of your feet, waiting for an answer and your surrender. You smiled to yourself, a pleased happy smile . . . you were getting what you had wanted ever since you first saw him. Lowering your fingers to the buttons of your blouse, you flicked them open to reveal the black cami, lacey black bra, and creamy white skin underneath. Sitting up, never breaking his gaze from yours, you shrugged off your shirt, tugged the cami over your head and reached to your side to undo the zipper of your skirt.

"Don't. Please, leave it on."

Your hands fell away from your side. Under his intense stare you began to wiggle and squirm. "Tae . . ."

He chuckled and moved to your side, "Take this off." His hands reached out and grasped the black cami's hem and together you raised it over your head, revealing the lacy black bra and the hidden destined pink nipples. "Lay back Y/n, I think it's time to show you what I want." You smiled and lay back on the couch, the black leather caressing your naked back.

Taehyung looked down and let his eyes feast on your perfect body. Your pink nipples stood to attention behind the lace, waiting for the homage he would pay them, your belly, slightly round, dipped into the covered waist and gentle "V" between them. Taehyung laughed and traced a finger around your navel and the silver Playboy Bunny ring that pierced it “I heard that you had this done. Did it hurt?"

"Only afterwards" You laid your hand over his, stopping the circular motion of his fingers. "That tickles” Taehyung smiled as he lifted your hand and placed it on his shoulder. He felt your fingers tighten briefly before they began to rub light circles over the muscles through his shirt. Stretching out beside you, Taehyung pressed an open mouth kiss on the now deep purple teeth mark he left behind.

You arched your neck back into the couch's pillowed arm as Taehyung’s mouth ran a hot, wet trail down your upper chest. "I always wondered what you’d taste like," you heard him murmur against your breast before his mouth closed hot and insistent over the black lace and your nipple. Suckling you deeper, Taehyung felt your hips twist and press and thrust into his. Flicking his tongue across your nipple, he heard you whimper as your fingers dug crescent moons unto his back through the cotton of his shirt.

Taehyung grinned as he looked up at your passionate face, “You taste like the sea" Finding the clasp of your bra in the valley of your breasts, he flicked it open. Looking down, he sucked in his breath. "My god Y/n . . ." he muttered. Your breasts were lightly tanned at the top from your summer in the sun, but the rest of you was creamy white, your areola, a light dusky pink. Your nipples were just perfect and as hard as bullets. With a groan, Taehyung lowered his head again and flicked one nipple at first and then the other, moving his dark head between the tasty fruit. Clamping his teeth once again over the tight buds, he felt your fingers slide into his hair as he bit down gently. Hearing your slight cry of pain, he closed the warm, wet cavern of his mouth over your breasts, softening the love-bite he had given you. Feeling your covered hips push harder into his jeans-covered cock, he suckled her deeper, groaning softly as your hips continued to thrust into his.

You bent your legs slightly and pushed his hips away from you with your hands. Confused, Taehyung pulled away from sucking your breast at your frustrated whimper. With jerky movements, he watched as your fingers grabbed the edge of your skirt and your hips arch as you tugged your skirt above your thighs.

"No, no, no . . ." Taehyung said as the skirt reached a little higher than mid-thigh, and revealed the white thigh-hugging garters. Catching your hands he brought them over your head and held them in his loose grip.

"Y/n, that's my job” You whimpered, low and deep, and opened your eyes to stare into his. You wanted to press yourself against him, first your skirt still stood in your way and now his hands held yours captive, preventing you from lifting the offending skirt.

"Please Tae, oh please." Your hips arched into his, asking, demanding, hell, pleading for what he could give you. Taehyung kissed your breasts one more time and ran his hand down your thigh and back up. Stopping, he fingered the white garter.

"Black and White . . . Purity and Evil . . ." Taehyung shook his head, met your gaze once again and released the hands he held between his fists, "Put my hands where you want them. If we go any further Y/n, you must put my hands where you want them” Taehyung watched as your hand hesitantly came up to rest on his. With a pause, you grasped his hand under yours and moved it to the junction of your thighs, raking your skirt up past the garter belt so your pussy was exposed. Taehyung gasped as he saww you were naked under your skirt. Your pussy, partly shaved, sported a black triangle of curly soft hair, which glistened, wet and inviting.

"You're naked!”

You laughed low and huskily at his exclamation and the shock that masked his passionate face. "Please, Tae” You repeated as you arched your hips into his hand, brushing his still fingers against the dampness. Recovering from the unexpected, but wonderful, shock at finding you naked under the skirt, Taehyung ran his fingers over your swollen lips, slipping his fingers between the warm folds, closing his eyes as he felt the inviting heat.

"You're so wet. Oh, god, Y/n, you feel so good” Finding the nub of your pleasure, Taehyung flicked his finger across it. "Ah . . . Oh!" You cried out as his fingers moved over you, your breath now coming out deep and harsh.

"Please, inside me . . ." Your breath heaved in and out; one hand gripping his arm, the other the back of the couch. "Taehyung . . ." Your plead slipped off into a high moan as he flicked his fingers across your clit again. Your eyes opened and you strained your head off the pillow, "Please . . . put your fingers inside me" The tone of your voice rose and Taehyung smiled. He had never heard you beg for anything before.

His finger tips were now coated in your dew, sliding his fingers down, he found the entrance into your body. Sliding finger-deep inside you, he felt your body's muscles tighten around him. Thrusting your hips up, you forced his finger further inside of you.

"Slow down, we have all night" He murmured but knew you didn't hear him. You were too far gone in pleasure; your face flushed, body gleaming with the sweat from your exertions, his finger gripped tightly by your inner muscles. Smiling, he slipped his finger out of you and grinned when you whimpered in protest. Fingering your clit again he wondered how many of his fingers you could take. Slipping his fingers down again, he slid three into you and felt your body giving a response.

"Oh!" Your eyes opened, bright and glazed over, as his fingers pushed steadily into your tight body. Feeling his knuckles hit your lips he slid them back and thrust them back in. Your body tightened and your thighs clasped his arm tightly. Your whimpers and cries mixed with the wet suction sound of Taehyung’s fingers in your body, causing your pelvis to arch upwards as your hips pistoned faster and faster onto his fingers.

"Oh . . . fuck . . . Tae . . ." Your voice trailed off into a low scream as he lowered his head to take your breast into his mouth. Shifting his weight, he thrust his fingers harder into your body as his teeth closed and tugged at your nipple. He knew you were close, so close that a few more thrusts . . .

Suddenly, like a knife, the classical shrill of his ringing cell phone cut through the tense, passionate atmosphere, causing the both of you to freeze, your eyes locked onto each other. His fingers still inside you, he looked at the chair where his discourteous phone laid. Your breath was low and harsh, your body shaking and trembling around him.

"Tae, it's work, you're on call. You have to take it” Taehyung looked down at you in disbelief. His fingers were still inside your tight, trembling body and you were telling him it was work on the phone? Your muscles tightened around his fingers, your wet heat, your shaking body, still keeping him close to your side.

"Fuck" Taehyung muttered violently, as he pulled his fingers from your dripping body. You whimpered, your hand moving between your legs as his fingers left you.

"This better be good" He bit out as he answered the phone. Turning to face you, he watched as your thighs pressed your hand tighter to your pussy. Trembling still, you sat up. You needed release, needed it badly, a few more thrust of his long fingers and you would’ve cum like never before.

Testing your shaking legs, you stood, proud and half naked before Taehyung. Dropping your gaze down, you stared at the bulge that waited to be released. Licking your lips, you wondered how he would taste.

"He's how much under?" You sighed; this was going to be a long conversation if an employee was under by the five hundred dollars that Taehyung sputtered out. Smoothing your skirt, you grabbed your purse and headed toward the bathroom thinking that this night was completely ruined.

Taehyung sighed and rubbed his hands over his face. The conversation he thought would take so long turned out to last less then ten minutes. Smelling your scent on his fingers, he looked around the living room. He knew you had gone to the bathroom, but you hadn't come back. Eyes narrowed, Taehyung padded softly across the living room to the hallway where the bathroom was, taking off his shirt along the way. Pausing before the door, he eyed it hesitatingly, unsure whether he should open it or not.

"What the . . ." He muttered as he heard your low cry and slowly, his brain recognized the restrained signs of a passionate woman climaxing, "Y/n?" He twisted the door's gold handle. Finding it unlocked, he pushed it open and stopped dead in his tracks. In the far corner of the room, your head was arched back; your legs, still clad in the white garters, were spread open on the black marble counter, your fingers furiously working your clit and a small vibrator into your open wet body.

You were so enthralled with yourself that you didn't hear him open the door. Moving quietly, Taehyung unbuttoned and unzipped his pants; his cock straining to be free of the Levi's and white boxers. Never breaking his gaze from watching you, he dropped his pants and began to stroke himself.

"Now that you're . . .out . . .of . . .your . . .pa . . .pants . . .I. . .” Taehyung froze and your panting dialogue broke off as you moaned long and deep, your hands moving faster over your clit. "I . . . I want your cock . . . Now." You slid the wet vibrator from your body, your sexy, intoxicating sent filled the bathroom; Taehyung moved towards your body, kicking off his pants and boxers as he neared you.

Once in reach, you focused your dazed eyes and reached for Taehyung’s twitching and long, veined cock, and grasped it in your small fist. Pressing his lips to yours, his body shuddered and shook as you slowly started to pump his cock. Slipping his tongue into you mouth, he pulled your hips closer to the counter's edge. Taking his cock from your pumping fist, he rubbed his cock over your pussy lips and clit, feeling you shudder at the feeling of the broad, blunt head as it moved towards the entrance of your waiting body.

"Fuck Me” Simple, powerful, and demanding. Taehyung’s groan of satisfaction from being inside you was drowned out by your scream as he thrust into you. "Fuck, you're so tight . . . ah . . . shit . . .Y/n" his body trembled, his legs shaking, with the effort of supporting his body. Feeling your inner muscles tighten around his cock, milking him closer and closer to climax, he gritted his teeth and grunted. Slamming himself to the hilt, your hips ground into his. With one hand gripping the shower door handle, the other the mirror behind you as you screamed and shook as your climax came over you. Feeling your hips lift, press, and grind hard into his, Taehyung lowered his head and took your tit into his mouth suckling on your deep and long. Feeling your body's muscles relax, he flicked his tongue across your erect nipples and felt your inner muscles clench him tight once again.

Kissing his neck where the shoulder met, you moved your hips against his. Taehyung stopped thrusting, his cock completely covered by your dripping pussy, waiting for your numb, still trembling body to relax it's hold on him. Unconsciously, you tightened your inner muscles, milking his waiting cock and making him growl in frustration. Chuckling slightly, you pressed a kiss to his neck and took a deep breath against his sweaty skin; slowly, you felt your body relax from the climax's grip, tingling as your senses came down from their powerful high. Not wanting to loose the feel of him inside you, you tightened your legs harder around Taehyung’s hips.

"Finish. Fuck me and fuck me hard” You whispered as you locked your feet in the small of his back. You were ready for the bruising ride he was about to give you——and the next orgasm.

Groaning, Taehyung surged back, his cock nearly sliding from your body before he slammed back in. Over and over he pounded into you. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh, primitive groans of satisfaction, the tightening of muscles and bodies, Taehyung knew he couldn't last much longer. Feeling you tighten around him once more, he thrust into your dripping body again and felt his body tighten. Pressing his mouth to your arched neck, he trembled and locked his knees as his orgasm began to pump through his body. Panting, he bit your neck and pushed his hips harder into yours as his body fought not to spill his seed to soon. Reaching down between your meshed bodies, he thrummed your clit and felt your locked feet press his hips harder into yours.

"Y/n, cum."

You opened your glazed eyes and met his as he pressed your clit back and then up. Your animalistic scream mixed with his shout of pleasure, as your legs tightened even more around his hips and your small inner muscles milking his cock as he shuddered in release, his seed spurting deep into your body. Relaxing is head on your chest, he felt your short, buffed nails dig into his upper arms as both of your bodies shuddered and trembled.

Now limp, his body still shuddering as it came back to reality, Taehyung rested his head against your breast, kissing the side of it, before licking it, tasting the sweat that dewed your skin.

"Thank you" You whispered as you un-wrapped your aching, quivering legs from around his waist. Your body was just coming back to earth from the three orgasms that you had had that night and a pleasant tingle worked it's way up your body from your toes, making you smile sleepily through half-lidded eyes.

Taehyung looked up into your still glazed eyes and smiled. "My pleasure, my beautiful, passionate Y/n”

Standing on shaking legs, Taehyung pulled out of your body. Picking you up, he carried you from the bathroom and down the hall. "It's not where I planned to have sex with you for the first time, but I'll never forget it” Kissing your forehead, he laid you down on the deep blue feather comforter, joining seconds later.

"Can I ask you something?" Sitting beside you, Taehyung rakes his fingers over your belly and up your chest. You arched a brow, giving your silent assent for him to ask his question. "Why didn't you wait?"

You laughed and rolled over on your side, burrowing your head in the pillow. After a few minutes of laughter to yourself, you rolled back to face him, your sleepy eyes still holding the laughter that you had released into the pillow.

"You left me on the brink of complete sexual satisfaction and you didn't think I wouldn't get myself off?"

"Well," Taehyung’s hand paused under your breast, his voice disbelieving, "You told me to answer the phone”

You laughed impishly at his sour expression. "Don't worry, we have all night, plenty of . . ." Your voice trailed off. You didn't know if you had all night. Hell, you weren’t certain that Taehyung liked you finishing without him.

Smiling, Taehyung climbed into bed beside you, his limp cock growing hard once again. "Yes we have all night as long as I get to watch you masturbate again, if we get to finish playing 'I Want You To,' and if you'll have dinner with me . . . again”

Your full-bodied laugh filled the masculine bedroom at his demands. Slowly, you brought his head down so your lips could caress his. After all, the night had started with a dinner invitation, so why not end it with another one?

Date posted: 13/08/23

𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ♡︎

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

#きたない 📍 #🧸ྀི ✩˖ ࣪‧₊ #゜✧*̣̩☽⋆゜𝒃𝒕𝒔 成人向け #taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung smut #bts fic #bts taehyung #bangtan smut #bangtan #bts v #kpop fluff #fluff #kpop fic #fanfic #kpop #bts fanfic #taehyung x reader #taehyung fic

[janesaridoll]

Can you do a request for the “to love au” when Chris and the reader (she still pregnant) have a argument on a disagreement and Chris starts losing his temper and starts yelling really loud and he wakes up the kids and they are watching them argue and standing in the hall so they couldn’t see them until they see Chris and the reader arguing real close to each other’s face and Marcus and the other older kids gets in the middle of them for them to stop so after all that Chris is most definitely on the couch 💀 . The next morning every thing is weird after the argument and the kids help Chris make it up to the reader. And after that everything is fine and better. You can write this whenever you can 🫶🏽 .

A Caring Husband

Pairing || woc!reader x Chris evans

Summary || Chris breaks his promise to you

Genera || angst, fluff , happy ending

Warnings || mention of pregnancy, yelling,

To love masterlist

Kofi

The last few weeks have been hell for you; your work has been difficult, and communicating with your employees has been complicated because you work from home. Fortunately, your assistant is literally saving your life.

Your babysitter left her job due to a family emergency, your housekeeper asked you to reduce her working hours because her daughter had just given birth to twins, and you completely understand how difficult it is to care for twins. So you didn't say no to her request

Your children are occasionally well-behaved. But you have no idea why when they start school, they turn into total assholes and devils.

Your older two children are much easier to manage. Not your youngest children, who have been disrespectful and mischievous. They are always getting into fights with each other , pranking, or simply yelling at each other .

Alicia is the most difficult of them all. All she wants is her daddy to play with her, to nap with her, to do her hair, to feed her, and even change her. She prefers him over you.

You know she didn't act like this with her babysitter, and you have no idea why she’s giving you this attitude; it’s taking a tool on you to deal with her tantrums.

Thankfully, Chris has promised that once he has finalized his interviews and premieres, he will be available 24/7 to assist you. He will also take a break until you give birth to Layla, find a new babysitter, and everything will return to normal.

You're sitting on the couch, waiting for Chris to join you in watching a movie; it's been a long time since you two have had a night alone. Normally, you would go on a date night once every two weeks, sometimes staying at a hotel and returning the next morning, and other times simply going home and sleeping. This has been your tradition for the past twenty years.

“Alicia drifted off as soon as her head hit the pillow," Chris said as he came downstairs and sat beside you on the couch, taking your feet and propping them up in this lap, he began digging his thumbs into the sole of your left foot, switching between your feet every few seconds.

"Why is my assistant calling me about the new movie you accepted, Chris?" You were furious because he said he wouldn't take another movie and then did it anyway.

"I was going to tell you about it, the Russo brothers asked me and I couldn't say no," he said as he smiled at you.

"Are you serious right now?" You're going to smash his gorgeous head into something.

"It's a big film. I couldn't simply say no," he tries to persuade you

"Chris, we agreed on this, you're supposed to be here with me, I can't do it all by myself?" You slightly raised your voice. The film is currently forgotten.

"We have a housekeeper and we will get a new babysitter to help us, there's no need to worry," he explained, becoming increasingly agitated. Despite his desire to stay with you and the kids, he couldn't say no to the Russo brothers, the biggest movie directors.

"We don't have time to search for a new babysister!!! Chris, I want you here with me these are your children as well!" You clearly expressed your displeasure with him by raising your voice.

"I didn't say they weren't," he exclaimed as he rose from the couch.

“I need someone to assist me around the house, i’m fucking pregnant and I’m working and your kids are difficult to manage on my own." You yelled at him, and you didn't care if your voice was too loud and woke up the kids.

"I'll call Mom to help you around the house."

Now you're both standing up and yelling at each other, oblivious to the pairs of eyes staring at you from the stairs.

"I don't want your fucking mother to help me!!" you came even closer to him.

“You’re being ridiculous right now!!”

"You said you'd help me!! Actually no, you're not helping me; you promised to be responsible for your kids as well; I can't do everything by myself, and I refuse to."

“Then don’t!” he screamed at you.

Before you could respond, a voice interpreted you “Mom, dad... what's going on? You guys woke us up"

You look at Marcus standing away from you, behind him a sleepy looking Marlyn, Alicia standing beside her sister holding her favourite blanket looking at her daddy.

You were angry and upset, and you knew that whatever came out of your mouth would be cruel as hell. You decided enough was enough tonight, and you glared at Chris, saying, "Enjoy your night on the couch."

He just sighed back, you took your kids up with you, comforting them and putting them to sleep, Marlyn decided to sleep with you, it's been her thing since she was a child to sleep with you whenever her father travels, you thought she'd grow out of it, but no, she's fifteen and still sleeps with you.

What you don't know is that Marcus has returned downstairs to his father. "I'm not saying this because mom is my favorite, but she's really tired," he explained.

"I know, I want to be here with her, but... god," Chris sighed.

“She’s doesn’t want you to be just here, she actually needs your help dad, Marlyn and I are trying to help as much as we can but there’s so little of what we can do, we have our practices and school work. The twins been a nightmare. And Mrs.smith is getting old and she can’t clean this mansion by herself and you know mom doesn’t have the heart to let her go”

He stopped for a bit before continuing “and don’t get me started on Alicia” he said with an eye roll which made Chris laugh.

“Dad, we actually needs you with us, we have been excited for you to take a break and be with us” he stood up “we love you dad and we miss you, good night” He hugged his dad and went upstairs to his room.

Chris lay comfortably on the couch, he didn’t think his kids felt he was never around, which was not what he wanted to happen ever. His own wife is getting tired and depressed. He felt like a jerk his own family felt neglected by him.

—

Chris woke up early the next morning to call his manager to see if they could postpone the filming for a few months, and if not, he didn't want to star in it due to family issues.

He is certain that if he truly meant to be in this film, they will go to any length to accommodate him, and if not, it is their loss, not his.

He showered and dressed, then woke the kids up, dressed them, and began preparing breakfast for them.

You were still sleeping, not even moving when he entered the room or even when he woke up Marlyn, clearly exhausted. You haven't gotten a good night's sleep since you got pregnant

You finally woke up later, looking at the clock beside you that read nine a.m., you jumped out of bed quickly and went outside, thinking no one had woken up your kids for school.

You were surprised to find Chris sitting on the couch watching television, and there was no sign for your children.

“Where’s the kids?” You asked.

“The driver took them to their school” he replied.

"Who made them breakfast?" You asked again, surprised that no one had woken you up and even more surprised that you hadn't woken up on your own.

"I did," he said as he stood up in front of you, "I talked to my agent."

“About?” You went to the kitchen, and he followed you, and you started drinking a cup of coffee.

"I asked them to postpone the movie," he said quietly for a moment, then continued, "look y/n I'm sorry, I really am, I didn't realize how much you had been worked up, and I promise I'll be here, I talked to my agent for a break, and I won't do anything other than be here for you and be responsible and do whatever falls on me”

You sighed and turned to face him, "I don't want to be the person who prevents you from pursuing your dream, but sometimes I need you here with me, Chris, we've got six kids and one on the way, we have to work as a team for this to work or else what the point?"

"I know, baby, I'm sorry; I promise I'll be here with you starting today," he said, giving you a sweet loving kiss to express his regret for putting you through all of this.

He broke the kiss minute "stay right here" he left the kitchen and returned with a large orange bag from the famous high brand you adore.

"To prove to you how sorry i’m," he hands you the bag. You smiled at him; whenever you get mad at him, he always gets you a gift to show how grateful and sorry he is.

You opened it to see the new Louis Vuitton bag in your favorite color, you remembered asking your daughter about it.

“Marlyn helped you?” You asked.

"The only thing she did was send me a picture of the bag and said, 'this is what she wants,' and that was pretty much it," you both laughed at your daughter.

"Thank you baby and I'm sorry I was mean to you last night," you said as you hugged him.

"Oh, it's all right. I know you'll make it up to me since the kids aren't here," he winked at you.

"Don't get your hopes up, honey," you said as you kissed him and carried the bag to your room, and he followed you to get what he wanted.

#chris evans #chris evans x woc!reader #chris evans x black women #chris evans x fluff #chris evans x plus size reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans x desi!reader #chris evans x you #chris evans imagine #dad! chris evans #dad!chris evans #to love au’s #to love au #to love #chris evans x mom!reader #mom!reader #chris evans x arab!reader #Chris evans x asian!reader

[kingkumi]

#asian women #thick babe #asian chick #lil kum x #curvy hips #brown skin #long black hair #unwrap me #buckle up #thick asian #blasian

[melanieph321]

Dominik Szoboszlai x Black Reader - First Sight Part 4/8

The Ex

This story is about the night reader met her boyfriend Dominik and the series of crazy events that led up to the beginning of their love story.

Enjoy!

"Say something, please?"

You were still locked in the bathroom, faces inches apart, with Dominik pressing your back against the wall."

"Dominik?"

He didn't say anything for a few moments, just stared at you in stunned silence. You felt a lump form in your throat, waiting for his reaction. You once dread having to explain your sexuality to people, but your parents taught you at an early age about the importance of being open and honest about what you feel and for who, and since you liked Dominik, alot, he desrved to know.

"So erm...." He cleared his throat, making an effort to speak up. However the words that came out of his mouth made you want to slap him. "So you're one of them, huh?"

"A lesbian?" You frowned.

"Yeah?"

You sighed, "Yes. I guess I am, one of them. "

"Right."

"Actually I'm bi."

"Of course you are." He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Look, Y/N, maybe it was just me, but I really thought that you and I...you know, had something?"

"I thought so too." You mumbled, your eyes darting at the floor. But I've never..."

"Been with a man before?"

You nodded.

"....yeah I got that part." Dominik stopped pressing you against the wall, the moment between you having passed. He still lingered in the bathroom, but the newfound distance between you might as well be kilometers apart.

"Does this mean that you're still a virgin?"

It was another dumb question for him to ask, but you were just glad that he choose to be informed rather than letting his own prejudice make up his mind for him.

"Technically, maybe? However the things I've done with women....I think it would be very misleading to classify me as a virgin."

"Oh."

Dominik's cheeks grew red.

"Yeah." You smiled.

The two of you eventually left the bathroom, returning to a party you were no longer in the mood to join, that is, until you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"Cassie?"

"I knew I recognized that sexy ass walk of yours."

You were stunned and a little bit embarrassed. Cassie was your latest hook up, latest meaning you were on and off during your freshman year at university. At some point the two of you even lived together. However you decided to break things off with her due to your dropping grades, eventually moving in with Tara who was also studying to become a nurse. You and Cassie however, never failed to keep in touch, she was simply the coolest person that you knew, with her many piercings and unapologetic 'can do' attitude. Not to mention her banging body.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" She said, peering over your shoulder towards Dominik.

"Oh, yes. Um...Cassie this is Dominik, Dominik this is Cassie my...."

"Booty call" She grinned and stretched out a hand for Dominik to shake. He did so reluctantly. "She hates it when I tell people that."

You really did, especially after seeing the crumbling expression on Dominik's face.

"Where have you been Chiquita? I've been begging you to go out with me forever, but you're always so busy studying. I guess only a special person can drag you along to a party like this?"

Heat rose to your face. Dominik looked uncomfortable too, especially since the two of you almost had sex in the bathroom minutes ago.

"We're actually out for a beer run." You explained.

"Really? Who's dorm are you getting wasted in and why was I not invited?"

"Um, it's actually Tara's friend..."

"Tara?" Cassie smiled, a mocking smile. "Let me guess, her 'friend' is a guy? Asian perhaps?"

"Jupp." You chuckled. Cassie had gotten to known Tara well through you, however the two had a slight beef after Cassie called Tara out for having a fetish for Asien men. Tara obviously denied this, either way, their relationship was strained.

"Anyway, if you guys are sticking around for a bit, how about some shots?"

"Actually we we're...."

"Szobo!"

Like a psychic, Dominik's friend appeared with a tray of shots. "Take two." He encouraged.

"I'm good Ibou, thanks man."

"Come on Szobo, I thought you came to party, no?"

Dominik looked to you, his expression hard to read. Perhaps he wanted to leave, just like you?

"I'm down for a shot." Cassie grabbed two glasses from the tray, handing one over to you before you could protest. And just like that the night became a blur again.

Dominik withdrew to the living room, talking vividly with his friend as they sat on the couch. Or it was more Dominik's friend who did the talking, since Dominik's eyes were set on the coffe table before him, occasionally lifting his gaze to look at you from across the room. You stood with Cassie, catching up on what's been going on in your lives, however it was hard to be interested in anything she said when your heart was beating so profoundly for somone else.

"Dominik?"

"Yes?"

You approched him. It was well passed midnight, and it was safe to say that your beer run had not been a success. However, "....I don't want this night between us to end."

"Me neither." He admitted.

You smiled. "Cassie doesn't live far from here, please come with us."

Dominik looked to Cassie who was still enjoying herself on the dance floor, vibing to the music.

"She's really not that bad, I swear."

He looked to you, eyebrows furrowed. "I never said she was?"

"No, but I see the way you look at her, as if...."

"As if she's gotten to know you better than I have? It's called jealousy Y/N, look it up."

"W...what?"

He was grinning, but you were unsure weather he was serious or not.

"Y...You're jealous, of Cassie?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Apparently she can offer you more than I can do."

"Which is?"

"Well for starters, I bet she gives better head than me, since two women can't...."

"You're such a dickhead." You sighed. Dominik laughed as you hit him in the arm. "A real fucking dickhead."

"Bet you love it though."

"Trust me, I don't."

That was a lie, your heart was beating faster than normal, and the spark that you thought had faded when you told Dominik about your sexuality, returned.

"Are you guys ready to go?" Cassie asked, finally done for the night.

You looked to Dominik and he nodded. As you said goodbye to his friend, leaving his house, Dominik draped an arm over shoulder, pulling you close to whisper in your ear. "Just know that I'm willing to step up my game for you."

"What game?" You chuckled, his words tickling your ear.

The question answered itself as Dominik look at you, tounge swiping slowly across his bottom lip, indicating that tonight would be one you'd have a hard time forgetting.

#fanfiction #football imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #dominik x reader #dominik szoboszlai imagine #dominik szoboszlai x black reader #dominik szoboszlai x reader #dominik szoboszlai #liverpool fc #trent alexander arnold

[chaibewriting]

A DOLLAR MAKE ‘IM HOLLER! (( pt. one ))

yandere! gang leader! sanemi shinazugawa x chubby! black! fem! reader x yandere! gang leader! bakugou katsuki

-> NOTES: sanemi and bakugou are basically the same person but in different fonts and i don’t think anyone can convince me otherwise???

-> WARNINGS: she/her pronouns for reader, afab reader, violence, misogyny, piggy as a pet name, noncon touching, sanemi is an asshole and a creep, bakugou is a sarcastic dick and a creep.

THE sky is on the edge of darkness, the inky blue hues threatening to spill over into the horizon. This particular neighborhood that you’re starting to call home is a little on the… raunchy side. Infested with gangs and criminals, garbage cans fostering fire meant to keep the homeless warm. The streets weren’t exactly the safest place to be but that didn’t matter, it was all that you could afford at the moment but that may change if you play your cards correctly.

Y’see, in this raunchy place you live in, you were currently working as the store manager for a restaurant that specialized in a few different things, mainly tits and wings, maybe a little ass on the side if you looked from the right angle. Another name for the establishment would be referred to as Hooters, a place where women could work with a little less clothing than most waitresses but a bit more clothing than your average stripper. It was an empowering place to work at as long as the patrons kept their hands to themselves— which was a rarity.

This particular franchised store was welcoming to all walks of women which has been a turning point for you, considering how often Hooters likes to stick to hiring the slimmer women, not that it was a bad thing. However, it was refreshing to see how the Hooters you managed had a variety of women working there, some short, some tall, some average, some skinny, some thin, some fat, some thick, some Black, some Brown, some White, some Asian… No one was left out, all they needed was to show they were a hard-worker and could prove that they wouldn’t fuck around on the clock too much. You were on the chubbier side yourself so the environment only seemed to invite you in more.

You had an every day shift of eight hours, sometimes going over the clock to help open and close up shop but you weren’t complaining nonetheless. It was getting a little closer to closing time but you still had some hours to go before you could leave, everything was going particularly well with little-to-no-incidents.

Unfortunately, though you were currently unaware of this since you had been in the back helping with things, the night was soon going to take a turn for the worse.

“Boss, we’ve got trouble in the front, but- you should be careful. They’re from The Explosivos,” a voice said from behind you, causing you to turn and peek at the voice of who had spoken. One of the hostesses, Pony had approached you, a little nervous about whatever she’d just witnessed.

You stood up straight after setting a box of napkins down onto the storage room floor before approaching her, “Huh? What happened?” The two of you then began to walk back to the eating area as she explained what had happened.

“Chlöe made a mistake and pissed off the customers. All she did was give them the wrong meal order and one of them started yelling at her. I tried to calm the situation down but they told me to get the manager so— yeah.”

You nodded at her words and then glanced around, trying to find who had been causing the ruckus, “What table?”

Before Pony could answer you, a crash was heard along with the sound of something cluttering to the floor, along with a shout. “YOU DUMB BITCH, I ASKED YOU TO GET ME A NEW ORDER. Are you FUCKIN’ stupid?”

You snapped your head towards the loud noise and watched a well-dressed man with scars on his face and silver hair lift his hand, about the strike one of your servers. Moving towards them at the speed of light, you grabbed the man’s hand in mid-air and stopped him from slapping Chlöe across the face. Said girl had shut her eyes and began cowering in fear, preparing for the impact that never came.

The stranger stared you down, his unblinking eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as he kept eye contact with you, attempting to psych you out. His expression held anger but then twisted up into a sinister grin before he spoke in a low voice, leaning in so that he was only a mere few inches away from your face, his eyes boring into yours, “What’s this? A little piggy coming to the rescue? I’ll destroy you.”

With a flex of his forearm, he removed his wrist from your grip but kept the closing distance between the both of you, his eyes running their way over your body as you remained silent and willed. His eyes lingered on your chest for a bit longer before he scoffed, no doubt having noticed your name tag. “Ah, so you’re the manager here. I was expecting to talk to someone a little more logical— a man, perhaps.”

“Ah, I’m sorry. This is a business ran by women, made for adults mainly. We don’t usually allow children in here but somehow you managed to get seated,” you replied, pretending to be shocked, “I think we may need to amp up the rules for this establishment.” His smile dropped from his face and he squinted at you, the corner of his lip quirking up in irritation, “Whadyou just sayta me…? Repeat it.” You stared right back at him and then sighed, stepping away from him to place your hands onto Chlöe’s shoulders. She had been standing there behind you, shaking like a leaf. “Take the rest of the night off, and tomorrow if you need to. I’ll handle this, okay?” She stared at you and then looked at the man who was staring daggers into the back of your head, her eyes then flickering to the blond at the table who’d been watching the scene unfold. She then squeaked before nodding and scurrying off, as much as she wanted to stick around so that you wouldn’t have to deal with the two of them on your own, she was scared shitless and wanted to leave as soon as possible.

At this point, you had just realized a few patrons had stopped to watch what was going on which meant you had to clean this up quickly before it dragged on too long. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave, sir,” you paused when a second well-dressed man suddenly shifted around in the booth, scratching the back of his head a few times, before you finished what you were saying “Oh excuse me, I meant sirs.” “For what reason?” The blond spoke up, crossing his arms over his chest as he gave you a questioning look.

You made a face at him, almost silently asking him if he was being serious. And when he made no change in expression you cleared your throat and spoke again, “Well, you’re disturbing the other customers. You threatened violence against one of my employees and—“

Stopped in your tracks by a sudden grip on your chin, you yelped in surprise when the bug-eyed man turned your face to his, squeezing your cheeks stopping you in the middle of your sentence. “Y’know who we are, dontcha, piggy?” The unnamed man questioned, lavender orbs glancing over your face as he watched you register the predicament you were in. He then let go of your face, giving you the time to recollect yourself before he was expecting an answer.

When he let go, you rubbed at your face that stung a little from having him grip onto your face in such a way, it wouldn’t be surprising if he’d left some bruises on your skin.

“Am I supposed to know or even care?” You spat, slowly losing your patience with every coming second. “Y’know what? Get the fuck out before I call the police.”

“Call ‘em. They ain’t gonna come to some shitty neighborhood like this. Plus, we own this area,” the blond spoke up, tilting his head ever so slightly, a grin spreading over his face, “It’d be in your best interest to give us a refund if you know what’s good for you, pretty piggy.”

You squinted at the weird compliment, shaking your head at him, “Fine. If it’ll get you the hell out of here.” Turning your head, you called for Pony to get the receipt for the table as well as the money that was owed. She quickly did as you said and scurried over to you like a newborn deer before hurrying away again. It was thanks to a recent uptake in dine-n’-dashers that your franchise has started requiring for payment upfront immediately after orders were made. It seemed like a surefire way to keep the restaurant from being stolen from, but you were starting to question if you should keep the policy going. When you turned back to the two males, the man who’d grabbed your face like he was trying to examine your teeth held out of his hand, awaiting the refund. You hesitantly placed the bills and change into his hand, about to put your hand back at your side when he drops the cash and grabs your hand instead, pulling you towards him flush against his front, his other hand on the small of your back.

“Gimme your number too and I’ll leave, piggy,” he grinned, blinking once as he moved his hand from your back to the curve of your ass, feeling you up, “Promise.~”

This fucking man… who did he think he was?

You’ve had enough of him.

With a few swift movements, and the use of some defense classes you’ve taken, you’ve turned the man around and held one arm behind his back, slamming his face down onto the table to keep him in place.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to touch people without their permission you fucking asshole?” You asked, squeezing his arm.

He said nothing, more shocked by how quickly you had managed to overtake him when he left his guard down. A chuckle and the sound of a few clicks soon rang in your ears and you looked up, seeing that the blond man had started taking pictures of your compromised position, a look of amusement on his face, “Wow, never seen him get tossed around like that before. Consider yourself lucky. Or, perhaps… unlucky.” The male’s use of words caused your brows to furrow in confusion, why was he speaking in riddles?

Since you were a bit too distracted by attempting to decipher the blond’s words, you failed to fold the man down who’d you pinned down to the table, and the tables, literally, turned. He had broken from your hold and stumbled back before standing still yet again, glaring down at you like he was on the very edge of murdering you with his bare hands. The intensity of his gaze caused you to flinch but you quickly sprung back, glaring back at him with your own death glare, waiting for him to try something.

“If ya wanna get froggy with me, then fucking hop already, jackass.” You threatened, your tone remaining calm, though you couldn’t hide the way your knees trembled a tad bit, almost as if they were about to give out beneath you. The staring contest continued for a bit longer, the rest of the restaurant quietly watching in interest at what had been unfolding nearby. Talk about a dinner and a movie.

Neither of you were the first to move, instead, the male that was still seated slid out of the booth, pocketed the refunded cash on the table, and elbowed his comrade as he started heading towards the door. Taking the hint, the silveret who’d been staring you down flared his nostrils before straightening up and moving to exit as well, but not without a final word. “Don’t worry, this won’t be the last time you’ll see me, piggy. Bet your bottom dollar.” And with that, he left, leaving you to clean up their mess while also profusely apologizing to your other customers.

-> AUTHOR NOTES: yooooo, it’s been a while since i’ve posted anything on this account, but that’ll change soon enough. i’m excited about how this is going to progress. this reader in particular isn’t your typical reader and she sure as hell ain’t gonna let some weirdos try and kidnap her without a fight. stay tuned! taglist is always open, feel free to comment, reblog, or dm me to lemme know if ya wanna be added. and if you’re too shy to do that but still wanna keep updated on updates for this multichapter story— follow me or turn on the notifications for this post! thanks!

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[presleyhearted]

Kismet, Kismet✨🤍| Part 1

pairing : 1970s!e x Asian!OC summary : Angel Song grew up in a strict, Korean household. Molding her into the perfect 'good girl.' Through a strange case of serendipity, she finds herself face to face with Elvis Presley, the one person who just might threaten to shatter the glass of her good girl act. chapter warnings: age gap, profanity. genre: fluff, angst, (future smut)

author's note : hi! this was originally a one-shot in my mind, but when I started writing I realized the story is longer than that. So, a full-length fic. I noticed the lack of Asian-centred characters in the fandom, so here we go. I have so much planned for this, already daydreaming about future scenes. Each part will have warnings, so please refer to those before reading. This series will contain 18+ and mature themes, even if this part one does not. So, please be wary of that if you are a minor, do not interact. enjoy reading! - Rose 💋

Las Vegas, 1972

She shouldn't be here tonight.

The piles upon piles of paper that occupied back at her dorm room would agree. A rather stark contrast to the blinding lights, numerous glamoured clothing, and excited chatter that filled the spacious room she was currently in. Two different ways one could spend their Thursday night. Not even the carefree reputation of a weekend could ease the guilt of temporarily abandoning academic commitments.

My goodness, it's Thursday night Angel thought to herself, as she couldn't help but fiddle with her fingers, trying and failing desperately to relax in the seat. An action that does not go unnoticed by Felicity, her carefree roommate.

"Are you on your period?" Felicity asked her, nonchalantly. Thankfully, she says this in a quieter voice. Angel knows that there is no embarrassment in the natural cycle of womanhood. But it is still a topic that can only be discussed in hushed whispers between women.

Angel shook her head, "No. Why?"

"It's just, you keep fidgeting in your seat." Felicity pointed out.

"I can't help thinking about that paper for-"

Felicity quickly shushed her and took hold of her arms, "Oh my god, Angel. No. No talk about assignments, essays, or professors. We are sat front row about to see thee Elvis Presley in front of our very eyes!" She said, in a matter-of-fact, way and gesturing her hands dramatically to the stage.

"I know, but-"

"No buts! Our boring life as college students can wait, but this is once in a blue moon." Felicity persisted, her voice drifting off into a dreamy sigh.

Although, Angel instinctively was about to reply back something along the lines of academic responsibility needing to triumph seeing a star's live performance - her roommate's words processed longer in her mind. Felicity tends to be bolder and acts quickly without thinking most of the time. A habit that doesn't exactly align with safety, but does very much so with trouble. Angel was quite the opposite and is the one who persistently cautions her roommate's spontaneous pursuits.

But Angel does know that spontaneity can result in good things. She can act at least recognize that. Which is why, she held back her tongue before replying to Felicity, because well - this is one of those good things.

Very good things. Angel's thoughts echoed.

A reminder more so. A reminder of the time when she first heard him sing and see him perform. Just one year before her senior year of high school, she stumbled upon his performance on the television screen in her parents' living room. The '68 comeback special. His all-black leather outfit, tanned skin, jet-black hair, and not to mention the crooked grin that he so consistently displayed to his audience. His voice - a beautiful, rich, and deep timbre that captured anyone who listened. Angel did. Certainly. Not to mention the way he moved on stage - he was practically swimming with charisma and sexual appeal.

But of course, her eyes were only captivated by his performance for a short while before her mother waltzed in and abruptly turned the television set off. Hands-on her hips, a deep set frown on her lips, as she looked at her teenage daughter in bewilderment. A type of bewilderment that made whatever magical word Angel was so captured in - burst and disappear. Her mother wasted no time in questioning her, heck, Angel could still remember the words to this very day: 'What on earth do you think you are doing watching such vulgar movements? You are poisoning your mind!' Her mother's words half English, and half in Korean.

In which, Angel remembers replying back, in defense 'But Eomma (Mom) it's only dancing!' A reply that ended up with a lecture from her mother about the dangers of viewing such a performance. The dangers of Elvis Presley, and how he corrupts their generation to pursue wrongful actions. Angel could not simply understand the issue in the matter, but she knew better than to say more.

So, that was that. Her father caught the news from her mother, which turned into another discussion. But despite all of that, Angel desperately, found herself wishing to hear his voice again. There was something naturally comforting, and something true when he sang. So she bought his records, in secret, and played them whenever her parents were not in the house.

But thinking back to that day that she first saw his performance, as she lay back on her bed and stared up at the ceiling - there was one word that jumped from the confines of Angel's mind.

Daring.

Elvis Presley was absolutely daring.

Angel found herself shaking her head, and a smile pulling on her lips at the memory of her past self. And so, although college is important, she knew Felicity had a point. It would be foolish to brush past an opportunity to see him perform live. To satisfy the part of her that became a fan on that day years ago. After all, college is every day, but Elvis Presley? it would only be once. She will see him perform once, and go home, and she knows that her future self would be glad that she created such a memory. A memory that she will surely cherish forever.

So, without that in mind, she looks to Felicity, "Okay. You do have a point."

Felicity claps excitedly and smiles in triumph, "Oh, this will change our lives forever. I just know."

The showroom was quickly filled with hundreds upon hundreds of excited audience members. It ranged from regular, avid fans to top A-list actors and actresses occupying the seats of the spacious area. Angel couldn't help but sneak a glance at the clock that was just to the right wall. ten minutes. Elvis Presley will be out on stage in just ten minutes.

The actual realisation finally hit her. Earlier all that occupied her mind were her worries between the battle of having fun, or turning back and burying her nose in the papers at her desk. But now, now that she has accepted that it did not hurt to let this opportunity happen, the wave of what will actually happen any moment now gripped her mind.

Elvis Presley will perform and he will be right in front of me. Her heartbeat couldn't help but quicken at the thought of it - the pure excitement and rush, hitting her all at once.

Being overwhelmed by listening to his records was one thing. But seeing him right in front of her? In, what, she glanced at the time - eight minutes - overwhelmed wouldn't even begin to describe what she would feel. Felicity chatted away with her prediction on what songs he would play and apparent rumours about potential medleys. But Angel was drowning out the words, not quite hearing it, her excitement was filling up her body quicker and quicker. Shit.

She needed a drink, and she needed one fast. Luckily, servers were plentiful, walking around with circular trays as they placed various beverages and food onto tables. She managed to get a glass of water, muttered a thanks, and drank it. Felt the cool liquid against her tongue. Better. She's calmer now.

But heard her stomach rumbling, her cheeks hot in embarrassment. Right. She didn't eat before they left the dorms, because well, her cheerful red-headed roommate thought it was the best to surprise her with tickets at the last minute. Angel simply didn't have time to process everything, before she found herself walking into the infamous International Hotel.

"- I still think Gregory Peck is leagues better than Cary Grant," Felicity said, drifting the conversation to some Hollywood actors who were rumored to be attending tonight.

Now that her body is much more relaxed, Angel felt good that she was able to properly engage in a conversation with her roommate. But yes. she was still hungry.

Angel shrugged, "Both are good. But I can't say that I've seen all the pictures that Cary Grant was in, so I couldn't make a fair judgment." She replied, every assessor and the analytical tendency jumping out of her, all second nature.

Felicity simply shook her head, "Very well, then, Attorney Song." She teased, as she smirked.

Angel laughed, "Oh, shut it."

At the corner of her eye, she saw a server that was about to pass their table. Angel quickly planned that she would stand up, which she did, and turn around and browse the food options that the server held. The turning around and standing did certainly go to plan, however, the latter most certainly did not.

In fact, what did end up happening is the abrupt movement from Angel caused the glass of beverage on the tray to lose balance and slam right into her. Spilling her dress. The server's eyes widened, as he profusely apologized, Angel was quick to tell him that it was not his fault and most certainly hers due to her clumsiness. Felicity gasped and handed Angel the few paper towels that were on their table, but despite this, the stain was still very noticeable.

"Oh, great," Angel groaned.

Then she remembered. She remembered how she always brought spare clothes with her in case of anything. A situation precisely like this. With that, she bids Felicity a temporary goodbye, in which the redhead reminds her to hurry as the show is about to start.

five minutes. The clock read as she ran past it, through the doors, and into the hallway of the first floor of the hotel.

Angel sighed in relief at the sight of the female restrooms and was about to push the door open when she noticed a sign - 'out of order, please use the next available restroom. we are sorry for the inconvenience.' Shit.

"Hi, excuse me," She said at the receptionist sat behind the desk.

The lady nodded for her to continue, "Yes, Ma'am. How can I help?"

"I saw the restroom is out of service. Are there other restrooms located on this floor?"

The lady sighed, "There are no other restrooms on this floor, Ma'am. The next one is located on the third floor."

Third floor. She glanced at the clock - three minutes.

Shit. There is no way that she will make it, well at least not to see Elvis' first walk onto the stage.

She nodded, "Alright, thank you for your help."

Angel then makes a run for it to the elevators. She pressed a button and well, it is definitely taking its time, as she found herself tapping her feet impatiently on the carpeted flooring.

She surveys her surroundings, there is the option of taking the stairs, but that will just make her sweaty. An image that Angel definitely does not want to add to the already spilled drink on her dress. She bites her lip anxiously and stops her eyes at a door in a corner. There is no room number, only the sign saying 'supply closet.'

Aha, perfect.

She quickly looks around, making sure that no one is around to see her. Once she is satisfied that the coast is clear, Angel quickly runs to the supply closet, swings the door open and locks the door. She breathes out a sigh of relief and mutters to herself, "Thank the Lord."

She mentally thanks her past self for choosing a dress that was easy to remove, as she begins to pull down the sleeves of her dress, and pull down the top part.

The supply closet was exactly what is sounded like - towels and various cleaning supplies filled four shelves. The space was tiny, but that didn't matter, just enough space for one person to quickly change into clean clothes and make a swift exit. A good plan before any member of the cleaning staff encounters her.

Because yes, this is most definitely not a changing room.

But then again, nothing is quite going to plan this evening. So, well, it should not be a surprise for Angel to discover that yet another part of her plans has been thrown out of the window.

A clearing of a throat made her jump, Angel's eyes widened as she quickly grabbed onto the top of her dress to cover herself, and pulled her sleeves back up. She turned around, "What th-"

Her words get caught in her throat, she spun around expecting a complete stranger and was ready to hit them with her bag. But she paused her movements, for it was not a stranger that was before her. Yes, she did not know him personally, but my goodness she knew him in a way. Tanned skin, effortlessly cool black hair, fancy jumpsuit adorned with glittering stones, and the few rings that occupied his fingers.

Elvis Presley.

He was sat down with his back against the wall.

His azure blue eyes held contact with her brown ones, with both of his hands up as if in surrender. He vigorously shook his head, "I-I-I. . .honey, I swear to ya. I-I wasn't," He stammered. A bright bloom in his cheeks.

She immediately knew what he was trying to say, albeit a stuttering explanation from him.

"I didn't look at nothin', " Elvis ran a hand through his hair, seemingly stressed out about the situation.

Angel raised an eyebrow and Elvis nodded.

She then most certainly realized that he was waiting for her to say something. Anything.

Angel took a deep breath and tried to find the words herself, "You. . how. . . but it's just. . . fuck." She ended up cursing under her breath, completely mentally kicking herself for not being able to articulate one simple sentence.

cute. Elvis thought.

Elvis felt himself smile but fortunately controlled himself enough not to continue to do so. Thinking to himself that a smile won't help her right now.

Angel held her head in her hands, muttered a few words to herself that Elvis realized must be in a different language, and then looked back at him.

"Okay. I- uhm, I believe you. It's just. . . what is actually happening?" Angel asked, seemingly been able to calm down her racing heartbeat but her brain not yet fully comprehending the situation.

The complete impossibility of it.

Elvis nodded and gestured to the floor, "Why don't ya sit down, honey. I'll tell ya."

There. That southern drawl, a tone that sent a shiver down her spine. But she was quick to snap herself out of it.

"I uhm, I need to change." She gestured to the spill on her dress.

" I won't look. " Elvis held his hands up in defense and immediately turned around to face the wall. Angel bit her lip a little apprehensively, but then thought to herself that there is quite literally no other way around this. So, she turned around and began to change. The space in the closet was not very generous, if Angel were to step backward just a step - the back of her legs would surely be hitting Elvis' head.

Angel tried to calm her breathing.

I am getting changed when Elvis Presley is right behind me. What in the world.

She changed into a regular mod dress and turned back around. Just in time to see that there was a clock on the wall, right above where Elvis sat. The countdown is over. It was done approximately ten minutes ago, but there were two things that Angel was certain of;

One; the countdown for Elvis to appear on stage has long been finished.

Two; Although the countdown was over, the one that it was for was not present on stage and instead he was - right here. Sat down, turned around, in a cleaning supply closet and Angel is about to find out why.

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[sanjisblackasswife]

OP Men P/rn Hub Search History (NSFW)

I may end up regretting posting this.

Ft. Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Ace, Law, Sabo

Modern AU IG, Mentions of P/rn

Law

Twitter Videos: He is a more classier man, when he has time alone he is on his computer on incognito mode and goes to his burn out Twitter account to his 3 favorite Twitter accounts.

“Role-play“: I will say. Before Twitter. He enjoyed watching the GOOD acting of role play such as a masseuse starting off professional then leading to wet slippery sex to even a teacher/student. He doesn’t know what it is about it, maybe it’s the setting, maybe it’s because he knows you’re not supposed to be doing it, But the irony of it all he has yet to watch a doctor/patient.

Guilty Pleasure: Bondage. He feels a tint of guilt enjoying to watch girls weak and tied up, but dammit if it doesn’t look so attractive. He really wants to try it with you sometime, but he doesn’t know how to approach you with it.

Luffy

Recommendation Page: Mf just goes on whoever computer he borrows, opens up Chrome, type in “porn” and click whatever he sees first he doesn’t give af and sometimes he forgets his own cock is in his hand because he is actually interested in the whole video he finds. However there was one video he stumbled upon that was a gang bang and there was so much going on he really enjoyed it and to this day he tries to find it again by googling “5 guys one girl”, “5 guys cum on girl” “girl suck 5 guys at once. Help him pls. And no he doesnt clear his search history.

Somehow Luffy does always end up finding the BEST videos too though???

Guilty Pleasure: Piercings. There is no shame in his game, but the first thing he looks for in a girl is piercings. He first seen it on a girl’s clit before and he wasn’t sure why but it stirred something in him and it just turns him on to see it.

Ace

Another Twitter Lover: He loves the realism in Twitter videos, he even has his own Account with 400k followers. He doesn’t post his own videos, but he posts the ones he enjoys or is sent to through DM.

POV Titty Fucking: He loves ass but boob jobs are just his favorite thing. Big, small, saggy, perky he don’t care boobs are boobs.

Guilty Pleasure…Interracial: HE WOULD HE SO MF WOULD. He would love to see a Latina or a Black girl getting pounded by their white/Asian BF because he wish that was him fr. He loves us ok😒😒😒

Zoro

Glory Holes: He can’t explain why he always types that in first when on the website, but he kind of always wanted to go to one, but he didn’t like the idea of other guys around as he stuffs his cock in a hole to fuck a girl.

Anal: This mf is ruthless. It only started because he wanted to try anal with you, but felt like you may not like it so he had a stupid ass idea to show you a video of a girl doing it to somehow convince you, but whether or not you agree after that, now when he is alone it’s his favorite to watch.

Guilty Pleasure Milfs/BBW: Maybe it’s his breeding kink or him just loving older/bigger women, but it just turns him on embarrassingly too quick seeing a mother get fucked by a younger/smaller guy. Hence why he wants you to bare his kids immediately

Sanji (sigh)

…I mean what WOULDN’T he watch😒😒😒

This mf has the premium account, 4k videos only, yes he has a Twitter (His ONLY account), and he is a loyal member to Only Fans.

Girl x Girl: Pretty evident why. If there is any form of dick in the video it can only be from a dildo.

Girl Masturbation: …Yeah he enjoys watching it and imagining the girl is giving him a personal show AND YES. He likes it when they are loud and obnoxious.

Guilty Pleasure: Hardcore. Yeah that whole ideal of him loving women and respecting women and treating them like queens goes out the fucking door if he is watching Brutal Hard sex. Choking, slapping, name calling, etc. It’s a literal guilty pleasure in how fast he cums watching a girl drooling, crying, and begging for the man to slow down. Though he couldn’t get himself to do it to you…maybe..if you were willing?

Sabo

He is a Only Fans/Twitter lover: He has one maybe 3 particular girls he enjoys and doesn’t find any reason to expand from them.

Cam Girls: Same thing. He only has less than a handful of girls he enjoys watching and tipping girls to do some….questionable things for him.

Guilty Pleasure Cuckhold: Can’t really explain this one too much but he just likes the idea of fucking someone else’s wife/gf in front of them…yeah. He a freak but whatever.

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[krewekreep]

So the case of Nigga Eren/ Black coded characters in fanfic is getting WILD. Now as someone who was on tumblr when people would lowkey get weird if you asked for a race specific fic NOW it’s like because of that lapse in representation and the new wave of tumblr, there’s this overcompensation online for Black users to feel seen and build community. Sometimes I wonder if the writers know how to even write a fanfic (not because they are bad 🫤 but the fact a lot of them just seem like self insert smut) ((arguably that’s all smut on here but still work with me)

As a tumblr user in my 20s with an account over ten years old, I feel like I can kinda Grandma the situation. Both sides have a point which is why the arguing isn’t going anywhere. I believe Black women can be attracted to negative, toxic masculinity. (I personally don’t read alot of x black reader fics cause it’s just not what I like or how I get down in real life). These characterizations bleed a bit too into the real world where these traits and ways are very unhealthy, toxic, and unsafe.

“ITS FAN FICTION.” Bitch I don’t really care and watch who you talking to…

Both sides tryna have an absolute opinion is really annoying and y’all lowkey making Black centric fanfic an annoying community. 1. Yes, we all can ignore what we don’t like 2. Yes, there’s WAYYYY too much toxic nigga coded material to even get to something someone DOES LIKE 3. Whatever your age it’s okay to say I’m attracted to toxic behavior AND like to express it in writing. 4. If you don’t like it it’s okay to have a critique. But y’all blowing the Fuck outta me now 😂

Now imma lowkey be a little mean. NO no one wants to read a hood/ghetto coded White dude or Asian. It’s lame in real life, it’s lame online. Whatever YOU like (as a black person) IS ON YOU. Im not into Wiggas and Chiggas though. And as someone who identifies as hood or from that upbringing it’s a bit *anti-Black* to see every characterization of a MALE is black coded and unnecessarily controlling, possessive, RUDE, inappropriately horny etc. Like you are using REAL LIFE IDEAS OF PEOPLE to get your rocks off…take accountability for how that OBJECTIVELY looks…

All in all TBH enjoy what you want but nothing in life has EVER said what you like, what you do, and how you do it can’t be criticized. And I personally resent Black women who are not of a certain experience and obsess or fetishize men of their own race who simply come from a different lived experience (+ having an accent yall also fetishize) it’s weird…

You can be black and be a part of the problem, y’all not gonna stop cause you don’t ACTUALLY care but imma add my lil two cents…

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