#DAP-K

[kuni-is-daddy]

Imagine shower sex with scara & wanderer

Scaramouche X Reader X Wanderer : Puppet pleasers.

Context: 'Agree to disagree'

Word count: 1.4k Straight filth.

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Ft: F/ngering,Facef/cking, Scara's a jerk, Double p/netration.

"N-No..Scara..Kuni..Its fine, Im just tired..I'll go wash up for a bit"

CW: Minors do NOT interact past the cut! This is a NSFW POST!

Scara and kuni treating there darling to a soothing shower after their stressful date. Scara 'gently' guided you into the shower as kuni is adjusting the water just as you like it and their immediately both obsessed with how you look under them. Your eyes are droopy as the makeup washes off into the washcloth Kuni gently dampened your face with and mixed in soap, Holding your chin up with his pale fingers. While scara Bit his lip at how delicate you looked from the back. Bite marks he's given along your neck and small hickeys on your shoulders.

The shower was rather spacious and sparklingly clean to the point you saw your reflection by the thick tile rest, resting under a cubby with your bars of soap, shampoo and other bodywash they bought as a gift. You heard a soft sigh and assumed it was kuni, His lean form was shielding most of the warm water from your face and washing through his own hair. His indigo pupils never left your beautiful face as he carefully Dapped along your lips. Smudging off your lipgloss, then softly folding the towel towards your eyes. Just as he was, you we're like a doll to him in every way, He relished in you dressing up for him, The way your skirt perfectly curved along your thighs then up to your waist. Finally leading up to your breasts hidden under a blouse. Even recollecting your bitterly warm smile after patiently waiting with lessor lord kusanali for his return after days made his cock twitch.

In a daze he continued dapping the cloth despite your face being clearly washed off for the nth time. "K-kuni?" You blinked, "Are you okay?" You brushed his bangs out his eyes and his cheeks turned pink at the contact. "Hm? Yeah. I just...Do you feel better. Doll?" "Mhm~" You hummed and rested on his palm; the puppet became even more flustered than he already was. His eyes dimmed and moved closer to your face, intoxicated by the smell of your soap. Scara Averted his own gaze to kuni and looked at him unamused. What a pitiful state he's in; Scara thought, but archons was he right. You looked wonderful like this, Fragile... and so vulnerable like a flower as you pressed your soft lips on Kuni's. He removed his fingers and now cupped your face with his hand in search for your tongue. The water splashed onto your eyes, fluttering them shut while a pair of hands trailed along your chest and you moaned into Wanderer's mouth, catching him off guard as he pulled away with a thin trail of your saliva on his lips. "S-scara~? Wait-" He began licking along your previous bite marks and cupped your breasts. "Ah ah ah~ darling...When you asked to be pampered.. Did all my pet want was a little kiss?" Scara mocked kuni then grinned at him while he sucked his teeth. "I- mnn..No~" You shook your head and scara whispered in your ear. "Then take your reward like a goodgirl."

Before you could mutter another word kuni took ahold of your face again, cupping your cheeks with his thumb eagerly to shove his tongue within your taste. "Mnh~ hmn~" You moaned into kuni's mouth; His taste was a bit sweet like yours from dessert you both shared at the restaurant. Your hand trailed onto his neck, pushing him closer with breathy sighs leaving his lips. Scara's cock grew harder at the sight and bucked your hips closer to his erection, your ass skimmed along the tip of his cock while you we're sandwiched in-between the two puppets. He began licking along your previous bite marks until You finally pulled away from wanderer. Practically gasping for air through the heated mist of the shower. "shit.. your enjoying yourself arent you? My pretty little doll~" kuni went to touch your chest but got interrupted by scara's own hands wrapped around you. "Put her on down on the Tile. She's getting fucked the way she deserves." Scara ordered. You swallowed nervously at his explicit words turning your head down only to notice Kuni's shaft hard and leaking precum. He rolled his eyes but complied, Picking you up then laying your body onto the thick tile rest. Your back shivered a bit at the cold, but quickly relaxed in the hot shower. The two puppets looked over you once again, Legs spread apart and hair frazzled along the tile. And that 'innocent' glare you always gave them before they pounced on you like a cat.

Scara began pumping his cock, moving closer to your face where kuni shifted down in between your legs. "Open your mouth" He ordered again. You stuck your tongue out, panting again as the hot air made contact. Scara's eyes glowed a faint purple and he chuckled a bit at your obedience. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, Then guided your mouth onto his length almost a bit too gently. "If you bite, I wont let you cum." he whispered. Kuni Licked his lips at the sight of your wet clit, He traced his bangs back then licked around the bud, instantly making your thighs twitch. Scara let out a soft moan while your tongue laced around his cock. God your mouth was so fucking warm. It took every bit of the balladeers restraint to not face fuck you as he guided your head back and forth. You couldnt help but moan on his cock, Your body was overwhelmed with pleasure on both ends.

"Your- Mn~ such a needy little doll arent you.? You like being used like this from both ends?" Your head bucked back as kuni inserted two of his fingers into your pussy, scissoring you while licking along your folds. You moaned again as scara's length pushed deeper back and forth into your throat as if you we're begging for him to fuck you. "Ah~ just like that- F-fuck your gonna make me cum slut~Fuck..Fuck!~" Scara grabbed your hair roughly again and bucked his hips into your throat, pushing himself far enough that your eyes rolled back while swallowing his warm load and he slightly felt a sting. Kuni shoved a 3rd finger into your wetness. His slim fingers we're soaked in a mix of your juices and water as he stroked himself with his other hand. Scara leaned down, grouping your breasts in his hands while playing with your nipples. "Yeah? Your gonna cum from just his fingers slut?" "M' not a slut~ I- Please~! Kuni!" Kuni thrusted his fingers faster, chasing his own high while desperately licking your bud. "Remember what i told you slut?" the balladeer whispered again. "If you bite, your not gonna cum?" He said through snickers. "B-but I- Ah~! I didnt~! S-scara kuni-! please! please!" You whimpered and begged but to no avail Kuni Slowed down on your clit, Only peppering licks before licking up your current juices with his fingers.

Scaramouche picked you up, then had kuni hold you by your waist as he leaned onto the wall. "Wrap your arms around me." Without warning Kuni and scara both inserted their tips inside your prepped pussy and you nearly screeched after being so full. "Ah! S-scara- Kuni~! it's too much- Your so big~!" "You can take it darling~" Kuni said while kissing your shoulder. Scara thrusted up into your warmth, moaning at your walls squishing them both inside. "S-so fucking tight..~" Within the shower echo'd their mixed praise and moans in your mushy mind, Your throat was still horse from scara cumming inside, but you pleaded with short breathes to finally reach your orgasm. You we're so patient with them during the date and there many many arguments, Why couldnt they just reward their good girl after treating them so well. "R-right there and~ ah! Scara~ Kuni~ Mn Im close~! please dont stop! please let me cum!" "Hah~ look how fucking delirious she is. Already fucked out just like that~ You wanna cum that bad slut?" please please please "mhm~! please let me cum~!"

With another sloppy thrust from both of them, They came deep into your womb with their hot seed as your juices squirted onto them. As if on instant your body began to feel numb as your high subsided. You fell back into The balladeers chest with hazy vision and view as they cock warmed you. The room began to feel silent, And the only sound was your shared panting and shower still running warm water. It was comforting being in between them like this as stuffed as you we're. Finally, your eyes fluttered shut in-between them. A perfect view of two pairs of indigo eyes and a devilish smirks watching you rest.

[ddejavvu]

I have a tgm request! I’ve read a lot of your work but never requested so I have to fix that!!

What if r and rooster were like playing around wrestling idk whatever cute way you want to do it, and he accidentally hurts their nose or something? I’m a sucker for a big softie

You know Bradley wouldn't hurt you for a million dollars, so when the heel of his hand accidentally smashes into your nose, there's not an ounce of anger in your blood. There's panic, sure, pain, a lot of it, but no anger.

There's anger in him, though, all at himself.

At your yelp of pain he scrambles off of you, where he'd been straddling your hips and pinning you down on the couch. His hands reach quickly for your head, though, and his thumbs nudge the apples of your cheeks skyward.

"Shit!" He breathes, staring at the underside of your nose, where you can feel a slow trickle of what you're sure is blood seeping from a split in your skin, "Babe, I'm so sorry. I swear it was an accident, I just- my hand-"

"It's okay," You assure him, but the k sounds more like a g as his fingers prod at your sensitive nose, "Brad, it's- i'ss ogay."

"You're bleeding," He informs you, but it comes out nearly in a whimper, "Just- ice, you need ice. And water, and antiseptic, and- I'll just- I'll get those," He babbles, standing abruptly from where he'd been kneeling over you on the couch, "Oh, god, babe, I'm sorry."

He's off towards the bathroom too fast for you to assure him that you're really not mad, so you focus your energy on hoisting yourself upright. You know technically, you should be tilting your head backwards, but you let the blood drip down your face until he gets back. Maybe that wasn't the right choice, though, because when Bradley returns, there's some dripping all the way by your chin.

"Oh, baby," He gushes, already reaching for your face with a damp cloth, "I'm so fucking sorry, I swear to god I'll never try to take the remote again. Oh my god, it's- it's on your lips, baby, pucker."

You do as you're told, and you'd much rather have Bradley's press against your own instead of a wet paper towel. After he's done sponging your blood off of your mouth he moves onto the lower curve of your chin, but you keep your lips firmly puckered and waiting.

"All done, baby," He hums, setting the paper towel aside and smoothing his hand over your cheek. It doesn't erase your expression like he thinks it will, and your brows furrow into the least intimidating glare he's ever seen the longer he doesn't kiss you.

"Honey," He laughs exasperatedly, self-deprecatingly, "I just smacked the shit out of you. I don't think I deserve a kiss right now."

"I do," You speak, lips still scrunched and waiting for Bradley's own, "Kiss it better, Brad."

"I hit your nose," The more you tease him, the more relaxed his posture becomes, and there's no sadness left in his smile when you roll your eyes exaggeratedly.

"So kiss both, dummy. I'm waiting."

"Yes ma'am," He leans down, dotting a sticky kiss to your nose. Then, before he kisses your lips, "Sorry, ma'am."

"Thank. You." You huff, letting him dap antiseptic on the cut in your skin. It stings a little, and you're happy to take the paper towel-wrapped ice pack from him when he offers it to you.

"Here," He lets you cuddle up to his side, shoving the remote into your lap, "Take it, baby, just- put on whatever you want, I don't care. I'm never touching that thing again."

[femdomlieeh]

Jealous

Younger!Haruto (Treasure) ✧ Older!Reader

WC—2 k

THEMES—makeup artist x idol au ✧ younger!idol x older!reader ✧ jealousy ✧ fluffy

WARNING—cute shit ✧ jealous!Haruto ✧ tiny bit of angst ✧ pet names (miss, 누나, boyfriend)

NOW PLAYING—Never Felt So Alone ✧ Labrinth

A/N. 누나 (nuna) = older sister

M.LISTS—treasure ✧ latest updates ✧ read on wp

All rights reserved © femdomlieeh

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"That tickles a bit," Jihoon giggled a little as you patted his neck with a soft cushion. "Sorry, Jihoonie. I'm finished soon," you smiled at his smile, patting a bit faster. "Nooo it's OK. I like it," he winked. You laughed, Jihoon was not shy. Unbeknownst to you, on a chair beside Jihoon, sat an even taller blonde guy staring at the whole interaction with red eyes. Haruto, your boyfriend — who you would otherwise notice in a crowd — was sitting on Jihoon's left which meant your back was turned to the poor boy. Since YG had a dating ban, he couldn't say anything he wanted in this situation, like 'look at me instead' or '누나, stop laughing with that stupid guy, please' or 'pay attention to me' or 'can we switch makeup artists so I can be with my girlfriend?' because everyone knew that if he so much as hugged you or held your hand in front of other staff members they would betray the company for some money from dirty, disgusting Dispatch. All Haruto could do was sit and huff, hoping you would for no logical reason just turn around and see him and stop doing Jihoon's makeup to compliment his hair.

Done with Jihoon, you went to one of the tables with drinks to take a sip or your iced americano, thirsty af. While drinking you noticed Doyoung (who was also finished with his makeup) had smudged his lip tint when he drank from a chocolate milk packet without a straw and, naturally, you went up to him to repaint his lips as a makeup artist should do. Haruto was staring at you on the mirror as you focused on Doyoung's lips and lightly dapped them with your finger. It looked so intimate to him; your finger tips touching his lips. He knew it was part of your job and that to you this was a mundane action like cleaning your EarPods/headphones or scrolling through TikTok or doing laundry — but it still hurt a bit.

"Looks perfect now! No chocolate milk until after the VLive, OK Doyoungie?" you said, arms crossed jokingly, knowing the boy liked snacking. 'Doyoungie' pouted jokingly — and totally unnecessarily — as he nodded "Yes, 누나, don't worry." You laughed. Haruto was pouting now but unlike Doyoung it was not in a joking way. He wishes you were paying this much attention to him instead of his members. He knew it was your job to make sure everyone looked good but in this specific instance it still hurt his feelings. He had just coloured his hair blonde, which was a huge shift for him as he'd never had to colour his hair so dramatically for a comeback, and he didn't like it and needed all your reassurance. His hair stuck out like a sore thumb so how didn't you even notice him? How come you noticed such a small detail on Doyoung's makeup? Why were you even looking at his lips so attentively? Why didn't you notice Haruto who'd been only two meters away from you for the past half hour?

His makeup artist gave him a thumbs up, signalling she was finished with his makeup which meant he just had to wait until Hyunsuk's awful hairstylist was finished and then Treasure could finally start their VLive. Haruto sat down by one of the large tables with everyone's drinks, again only a few meters away from you, and moved a few blonde strands to look a bit awkward on purpose, hoping your hawk eye would notice so you'd come to correct his hair. But no! You were busy with complimenting Asahi on the pretty ring he got to wear for the VLive, so another stylist came to fix Haruto's hair, combing it a bit and moving some hair strands away from his eyes, in a way that would've felt romantic had it been you who did it instead — oh, how he wishes you were touching his hair instead and looking into his eyes.

During the VLive, the boys were celebrating their comeback and playing fun games to entertain the viewers. Some of the staff were monitoring the comments to see what games were popular or boring among the fans so they know what to plan for future VLives. You were in the styling room, the boys were in the room that had been decorated and prepared for the VLive, watching the live and laughing at Asahi's robot infamous dance that people kept asking him to do no matter how old it was and Junkyu's fun energy and Yoshi's lobster hat he had to wear as a punishment for losing a game. Out of curiousity, you looked at the comments, happy to see many positive comments drowning out the few bad ones — however, you noticed something a bit odd.

Junqt: 'Woahhh haruto is so cometitive!!!'

raffaello96: 'Haruto is teasing Doyoung so much lmao'

HwanJungle: 'Haruto looks so cute mad haha'

Ye_shihohoho: 'Jihoon and Haruto must've had an argument b4 the live lmaoooo'

JeongwooSayang<3: 'thank you Ruto for brining back asahi's robot dance ekgknrb'

What? You had noticed your boyfriend was a very active participant in this VLive, talking more than usual and joking around, coming up with the idea to play 야자 time so he could talk to his older members informally (especially Jihoon, Doyoung and Asahi for some weird reason), teasing Doyoung before Doyoung makes the first move to tease him, even pushing Jihoon lightly so he wouldn't win a point for his team. You hadn't thought too much of it until you saw the comments.

After the VLive the boys were exhausted, their social batteries lowered, smiles and laughs all spent to entertain the fans. Now they were all ready to have something to eat or take a nap (if you were Hyunsuk).

"Ahhh finally I can have my chocolate milk!" Doyoung exhaled, gulping down everything in one go, to which Haruto rolled his eyes.

You waved to him. He walked up to you, ruffling his hair a bit, hoping you'll fix it finally, "Did you see today's VLive, Miss?"

"Yeah, you acted a bit strange in the VLive today... Are you OK?"

"Strange? By that you mean my team won all games thanks to me. I did a good job, right Miss?"

"Of course, you did a really good job," you patted his arm, not sure if he was open to hugging in front of his members.

"Thanks, Miss," he smiled a bit, looking at the floor, making it very obvious you should look at his hair.

You giggled, grabbing his chin to make him look at you, "You don't need to keep calling me Miss you know? Only the members are here."

"You don't like it?"

"I mean, it's not bad but it's not good either. Feels a bit distant," you shrugged.

"Sorry, I just did it out of habit." That was a lie. He only ever referred to you as 'Miss' sometimes when managers or other staff, especially from outside companies, were present in meetings, after performances, interviews or at variety shows but after VLives he'd only ever call you 누나 since the styling room was only filled with his member and they knew about the relationship already.

"Are you hungry, Haruto?"

"Hm. A little."

"You feel like eating kimchi stew?"

He nodded.

"Ruto, are you coming?" Jaehyuk asked, holding the door open.

"No, sorry I'll see you guys later."

"OK, bye," everyone waved, leaving you two alone in the room.

"You never answered my question," you held his arm and dragged him to sit down with you on one of the empty sofas.

"What do you mean?" he looked down at his shoes.

"Are you OK?"

"Mhm," he avoided your eyes, finding it hard showing himself vulnerable in this way.

You sat closer to him and held his cheeks, turning him to look at you, "Something tells me my boyfriend isn't telling me the truth.

His cheeks and ears were turning red. Such a small touch meant so much to him right now, especially when you combed your fingers through his hair, making sure no hair strands were blocking your eye contact — oh and combine that with proudly calling him your boyfriend and now he's a strawberry. He felt his breathing changing, stopping for a moment before going faster.

"This is the first time you looked at me today, 누나," he pouted a bit.

"Oh... I'm sorry, Boyfriend, I didn't realise," you felt awful.

"I sat right beside Jihoon during makeup time, you know?" he made his pout bigger.

You were shocked, having been so focused on doing his makeup that you didn't even realise Haruto was right behind you.

"And then you noticed Doyoung's lips and complimented Asahi and stuff and I just got a bit jealous. It felt like I wasn't even your boyfriend but more like someone looking at your life from the outside."

You held his hand in yours, playing with it and squeezing gently. "I'm so sorry but it's also my job to do their makeup and when we're with other staff it's not safe for me to act like your girlfriend."

"I know and that's not the frustrating part, it's just you paid sooo much attention to them and none to me and I just felt ignored. Sometimes I just wish I could go up to you and ask for a hug or do anything a normal couple would," he still pouted, looking you in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, Boyfriend," you pecked his nose. That made him smile!

"I wish I could hold your hand and tell you encouraging words or give you a good luck kiss before every performance but I can't. Just know that I'm silently cheering for you and sending you lots of love." You pulled him into a hug and he kept his face in your neck, taking in your scent and warmth and closing his eyes, so comfortable.

His voice was muffled by your neck, "I understand that but 누나, please, pay attention to me more. Even in front of the stylists. I don't mean a kiss or hug— Even if it's just something as simple as fixing my clothes or makeup or hair. Anything. Please?"

"I will, Boyfriend," you placed a small kiss on the top of his head, he smiled.

"Also... Can you like not act so cutesy to the guys? That hurt a bit," he hid his face in your neck, a bit embarrassed to admit he's jealous.

You giggled, "Awww was my little boyfriend jealous?"

You loved calling him little since he was so tall and it made him blush.

"Mhm," he pouted, blushing now.

You cupped his cheek, "I understand," you gave him a small kiss on his nose, "I didn't notice I was being cute but I'll definitely give you a bit more attention instead."

He nodded cutely and kissed your lips quickly.

"Can we stay here for a little longer?"

"Of course," you kissed his forehead.

It was a little uncomfortable to keep hugging in this sitting position so you got up and sat on his lap, wrapping him in your arms, his face in your chest now. "You look so cute in blonde hair," you kissed the top of his head.

He smiled against your skin, "Thank you, 누나."

You stroked his back with one hand and petted his hair with the other, Haruto blushed, happy you couldn't see his strawberry cheeks. Right now you didn't even need to speak, just enjoying each other's touch and breathing. It wasn't awkward. Silence is very comfortable sometimes, especially with your introvert boyfriend. He placed his head on the left side of your chest, listening to your heartbeat. You smiled. "I love you."

"I love you too. So much."

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❝ And I think, "What if we weren't ridin' and dyin' together?"

The whole world would fall apart

And I never felt so alone, felt so alone, na-na (never felt so alone, woo! Alone) ❞

—timothy lee mckenzie; 2023

[violetmuses]

Tandem - Multifandom (Part III) ❤️‍🩹

Title: Tandem - Multifandom (Part III) ❤️‍🩹

Fandoms: “Rebel Ridge” + “Bad Boys”

Characters: Terry Richmond + Armando Aretas

Love Interest: Female Reader

Main Storyline: When Terry Richmond arrives in Miami, who knows what could happen next?

Tandem Masterlist

@peaxhygirl @superstar-t20 @adoresmiles @klssngss @deja-r @hyper-trash-panda @amethyst-loves-bucky @planetblaque @sweettea-and-honeybutter @lovedlover @xjjawsomex @readingisahobby @kindofaintrovert @nelo0wesker @gg-trini @cloveroctobers @maliagurl @nobodygetsza @twinklestarslight @yassbishimvintage @episodes-ff @sweetiepie4190 @kirayuki22 @katbakhoe @persethegawd 🏷

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2024

Fresh out of the shower today, veteran Terry Richmond checked his cell phone and noticed that several pings brightened the device now.

AMMO weapons expert Kelly lined up the old group chat for her scheduled birthday party.

Wow.

Ever since you've chosen Armando, life has shifted for Terry. Richmond kept to himself for a while now, yet joy turned away.

Everyone else confirmed attendance, but Terry lingered his message, puzzled.

Refusing would disappoint Kelly, but attending this celebration might bring up the past.

Knowing better than to sulk alone, Richmond grounded pride and shot one text:

Rich: Just tell me when and where. Best wishes, K!

Kelly: Thanks, Terry. I'll keep you posted with details. See you soon! 😄

_____

“Silver or gold? I can't decide.” Armando held up two chains for his outfit this evening.

“Gold.” You smiled. “Now please hurry up. We'll be late.”

“Fine.” Aretas jokingly casted both eyes toward the ceiling and topped his dark haircut with shades, rocking gold for you.

*****

Blinding lights painted this venue when Terry stepped out. Kelly gathered everyone by the VIP level and joined her boyfriend, tech genius Dorn.

“Thanks for coming, Terry.” K stood. "Can I get you a drink?”

“You're welcome, but I'll have water. Thank you. I don't really go out.” Richmond offered.

“That's okay.” Kelly understood that point without judgment and one server handed Richmond the glass.

“Um, sorry for asking, but where….” Observant, Richmond couldn't help looking for you and Armando.

Not responding, Kelly just smirked and walked away. Even Dorn lifted both hands.

Intrigued, Richmond excused himself, planned to search.

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Red spotlights illuminated the corridor when Terry found you chatting with Aretas.

“Left early?” Terry crossed both arms while standing here and you stepped away from Armando.

“Waiting for the cake.” Aretas wouldn't fight in public.

“Hello.” Terry held enough common sense to avoid drama, but still noticed your wardrobe.

“Hi.” Despite everything, your own smile brightened.

No matter what, Terry's heart raced again and you looked so pretty right now.

Tried to move on, but I actually miss you. Richmond thought.

Dates were nice, but chances grew old, especially when no one else welcomed Terry like you had.

Come back, Baby Girl. Please?

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“Happy birthday dear Kelly! Happy birthday to you.”

Sparklers greeted this moment when the cake arrived and everyone watched Kelly blow out vibrant candles.

“Thanks, everybody. Get home safe and take care.” Kelly offered gratitude as the night would end, prompting you and Armando to leave.

“I'll drive.” Armando nearly whispered to you in the parking lot as Richmond would exit.

“Of course. Are you excited to visit ‘Princess’ tomorrow?” You giggled, planning to see Armando's little sister.

“Yeah.” Armando took the driver's seat once more, but noticed Richmond lingered by his own truck.

“Hey. Sorry to bother you, man. C'mere for a second.” Terry gestured to Armando.

“Probably out of gas.” You frowned.

“Be right back.” Armando kissed your cheek and steps from the car, still allowing you to see both men.

_____

“What's going on?” Aretas quickly Richmond dapped up here.

“Could be worse. How are y'all doing?” Terry stayed cordial.

“We're good.” Armando nodded by your side of the vehicle. “Going home in a minute.”

“Be safe.” Terry looked out regardless.

“You too. See you around.” Armando kept offering his slightly accented English to say goodbye.

Terry watched the car roll out as upbeat music encouraged your smile again.

Damn.

*****

Enjoying the nightclub through Kelly's birthday party, you moved back from comfort zones and started work again, joining as one of the dancers.

Sleazy patrons would arrive with foolishness, but everyone knew Armando and stayed upfront, given no other choice while still respecting you.

Despite knocking makeup alone, others checked your wardrobe just before you'd step out.

Yet, timing didn't even warn you about the next client.

One chair reached that neon stage, but Terry walked from the hall and sat down.

Keeping questions at bay, you pulled everything together and let music drop. You've played along, but give enough sense to avoid chaos right here.

His striking eyes locked your moving presence as you just swayed and revealed the flawless body that Richmond will never hold.

Regardless of decency, Richmond ached, wishing that time stood in a different way here.

When the music drifted out and voices cheered, you walked off, clicking steps away like nothing happened.

No matter what took place earlier, you'll drive home and sleep with Armando like a good girl, straight up forgetting that Terry existed.

[sturn1olo-ffics]

- KEEP IT A SECRET -

pt.1 | pt.2

- Chris Sturniolo x Fem Reader (she/her pronouns used)

- Warnings: kissing (making out lmao), swearing (not a lot), fluff, I think that’s it ??; NOT PROOFREAD

- About: Y/n is best friends with Matt, but all of a sudden she starts hanging out with Chris more. They both think it’s completely platonic until a moment they share while driving home one night.

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(Y/N’s POV):

“Matt! Come on, let’s go. We’re gonna be late.” I yelled from the boys’ living room.

“Y/n I can’t find my charger and I need-” he yelled back as I walked towards his room.

“Don’t worry about it. I have one in my car.” I say, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of his room.

“Hey, where are you guys off to?” I hear a voice ask, coming from the kitchen.

It was Chris.

“Oh, we have a meeting with Laura. We’ll be back in a few hours.” I simply reply while gathering my bags off the kitchen table.

I had been friends with Nick, Matt, and Chris for a while now and Laura wanted me and Matt to do some sort of collaboration with Madi’s clothing brand.

“Ah, well I’ll be here if you wanna do something later.” Chris said as I walked downstairs.

“Alright, yeah, I’ll let you know when we’re on the way back.” I replied.

Grabbing the door knob, I had barely opened the door before I heard Matt let out a giggle.

“What?” I asked.

“Oh nothing. It’s nothing” he responded, still laughing.

“Well obviously it’s not nothing if you’re laughing about it…?” I said, getting into the car.

“I don’t know, I think it’s just funny how you and Chris are like close now.” He replied.

“Aren’t you the one who said you wished I got along with your brothers as much as we do?” I questioned sassily.

“Well I mean yeah, I still just think it’s funny.” He laughed.

We got to the warehouse for the meeting, which went well, and started to head back home.

While entering the door, I was greeted with Chris, dapping me up.

“You ready?” He asked eagerly.

“For what? Do you have something planned or are we just gonna drive around and listen to music like usual?” I asked back.

Me and Chris loved driving around and listening to music. It was our favorite thing to do. We explored each other’s music taste while having the funniest conversations.

“Actually, I do have something planned… but you gotta drive.” He laughed.

“Well yeah, we aren’t just gonna teleport. What’s your plan?” I joked.

“I say we go watch the sunset and eat dinner at that high rise Italian place.” Chris suggested.

“Oh absolutely. I’m so down.” I exclaimed.

We both went our separate ways and got ready for dinner. For some reason I felt as if I should try a little harder on my makeup and outfit, which felt weird because usually I wouldn’t care what Chris thought.

(NICK’S POV):

“Fuck are you getting ready for?” I questioned Chris after walking into his bedroom.

“I’m going to dinner.” He replied.

“With who? Margot Robbie? Why are you so dressed up?” I joked.

“No. I’m going to dinner with y/n.” Chris responded.

“Oh my God… don’t tell me… oh my GOD! Are y’all going on a date?” I yelled.

“NICK! Shut the fuck up. Jesus. And no, we’re just friends and were bored.” He yelled back.

“Okay well… seems oddly fancy for ‘just friends’ to be going to dinner…” I questioned in a snarky tone.

“Jesus Christ, Nick. It’s not like that.” Chris replied.

(Y/N’s POV):

Except it was like that. Every time I looked at Chris, my stomach began to turn. Every conversation we had, my palms became sweaty. It was so clear to me that I liked him, but I didn’t wanna admit it.

I put on a glittery, black dress with silver heels. My makeup looked amazing. And my hair was curled and looked so pretty.

Yet I was nervous for some reason.

“Alright, you ready?” Chris asked, walking up his stairs.

He was wearing a suit and a tie that matched my dress and heels, unplanned.

“Wow you look amazing y/n!” He exclaimed.

“So do you Chris!” I responded back in the same tone.

“Bro what the hell are y’all going on a date?” Matt asked, walking into the kitchen from his room.

“No, we just wanted to look good and have fun.” Chris replied with a quickness.

Except I wished it was a date. But I could never admit that to anyone.

Chris and I drove to dinner and ate, the sun setting in the back ground.

He looked so good. His hair fell perfectly onto his eyebrows and his eyes lit up with the warm sunset in them.

When the check came, he insisted on paying for it. I tried to give him my card, but he refused.

Walking out, we entered the elevator of the restaurant to go down to the first floor.

“That was really fun, we gotta do that again.” He stated.

“Oh yeah, for sure.” I said, almost in a dry tone.

My chest was so heavy. I wanted to tell him how I felt, but I didn’t even know how I felt.

We walked to the car and got in, heading towards his house.

Music all the way up, Chris turned it down and looked out the window.

“Hey, why don’t you pull over in that parking lot over there?” He asked.

“Why?” I questioned suspiciously.

“I don’t know, I just don’t wanna go home yet.” He replied.

I pulled off the road and pulled into a parking spot in the lot he was talking about.

We turned to face each other, thinking one of us would start the conversation about God knows what.

“You’re really pretty. Inside and out. I hope you know that.” Chris said.

“Oh- thank you.” I responded, trying not to blush.

He lifted his hand and brush his fingers over mine before resting it on top of my hand.

“Chris-” I started, but was cut off.

“Y/n I really wanna kiss you.” He stated, eyes searching mine for an answer.

“Then kiss me.” I said, barely able to get my words out before he cupped my cheek with his other hand and leaned in.

The kiss was soft and sweet, but also passionate and impatient.

I could tell by the way our lips chased each other that we both wanted this, badly.

Pulling away from the kiss, which lasted about a minute, we were out of breath, but also had so much to say.

He pushed his seat back all the way, creating more room, then grabbed my waist and guided me over the center console and into his lap.

I cupped his cheeks with both hands and he held my waist tight as we both leaned in again.

What felt like hours later, but was really 3 minutes, we finally pulled all the way back, staring into each other’s eyes.

I climbed back into the driver’s seat and put the car in drive while Chris adjusted his seat again.

“That was something.” He laughed.

“Oh that was for sure something.” I giggled back.

“Do you have a little crush on me?” Chris teased while grabbing my right hand in his left.

“What? No…” I clapped back.

“Uhuh… sure… so we’re NEVER gonna do that again right? Since you don’t like me like that?” He teased again.

“Okay okay maybe I do like you… a little bit… but don’t let that boost your ego.” I said in a snarky tone.

“Oh you know you love me y/n” he joked, rubbing his thumb over yours.

“Oh please, Chris. And we have got to keep this from your brothers. At least for a little bit.” I replied.

“Fine, fine.” He laughed.

We drove back to the boys’ house, listening to Chris’ playlist on the way.

After entering, I went to Matt’s bathroom to change into my pajamas, then climbed into Matt’s bed. (We always shared a bed at sleepovers because we were best friends).

“Fun night, huh?” Matt asked, turning around in his chair at his desk.

“What?” I asked nervously.

“Calm down, y/n, lord. I was just asking if y’all had fun…?” He responded suspiciously.

“Oh, yeah, we did.” I replied.

Oh I hope we can keep this a secret for a little longer.

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A/n: I am so sorry for not posting for so long. I’ve been extremely busy with school. I hope this was good though, it’s kinda all over the place. Love you guys.

[dessertpanda]

To be A Hero... Or maybe Pt 4

PT 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 5 PT6 Master List

(AHH ITS THEIR FIRST DAY! This will deal with bullying fighting All Characters are over the age of 18 )

”IZUKU!!’ Y/n called to him, running at full speed, her backpack bouncing and her skirt flowing. “Y/N!” He turned, opening his arms wide as she dove right into them. He caught her with ease and giggled hugging her tightly. “Our first day!! You excited?” She giggled looking up at him, staring into his bright emerald eyes. “Any day I’m with you love makes me excited” He gently moved his hands to hold her waist, placing his fingers a little lower to ensure her skirt did not go flying up in the wind. “That kinda sounds perverted” She giggled, gently taking his chin and pulling his face down so she could set a gentle kiss to his lips. He sighed in contentment when their lips met, immediately responding to it and tugging her closer to his body. He poured every ounce of love he held for her into that kiss, he was truly grateful for her, she helped him get into U.A. the school he needed to accomplish his dream, she continued to train him over the summer and keep his growth increasing. Summer went by so fast, graduation, prom… it was all over in a flash, and now here they stood a block away from their goal, and still holding strong. As he gently pulled away, he couldn’t help but stare into her eyes, they beamed with pride, never wavering from his.  “You’ve come so far love… I’m so proud of you” She whispered, placing her hands on his chest and gently pulling away from him. He continued to stare, face slightly red and eyes dazed but a smile nonetheless. She tried to pull away to continue their walk, but his hands refused to budge... “Y/n” He whispered “I.. Whatever happens, today… we stick together” His grip tightened ever so slightly, as if he was begging for her confirmation. “Izu… No matter what, I will always stand by you” Her eyes held his, her face stern. Showing no signs of lies or hesitation, he nodded. “No Matter what”

(They walked hand and hand to class)

As they skipped through the relatively empty halls ways, they could feel their nerves building. Thankful that they were both placed into the same class, due to the great skill and grit Izuku showed during the entrance exam and maybe… a little assistance from his lovely girlfriend, nonetheless landed him a spot in class 1-A.  “That’s… a big ass door” Y/n whispered, gasping at the huge door that was the only thing blocking them from their future classmates. “Imagine being that big” Izuku whispered, lifting his hand to open it. “Feel bad for their girlfriend” Y/n couldn’t help the crude comment from escaping her lips. “Pfft” catching himself before busting out laughing completely, Izuku stared down at her. “Really?” She gave an innocent head tilt, acting as if she said nothing wrong. “What?” With a shake of his head, he slid the door open, revealing an already rather chaotic classroom. From people showing off their quirks, gossiping, and yelling about four eyes… “No” Sitting smack dap in the front row was the face she wished she’d never have to see again. “k-kacchan” Izuku whispered, his hand grasping her ever so tighter. “Of all classes… of all Universities… why ours” She ran her thumb over the top of his hand, trying to comfort him. She sighed with a huff, "It's okay love.. remember we earned our spot here... You earned you right here"

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO HERE!" Ah yes, he had noticed them already. His attention was quickly drawn away from the blue-haired boy with glasses set upon his stern face. "I can't get fucken ride of you huh? Why the hell did they let ya'll in?" He was seething with rage but tried his best to maintain a cool demeanor after his outbreak.

"Fuck off Bakugo... we're here for a reason"  Y/N growled, moving to take a step forward to square off with him but Izuku clenched her hand a little tighter. His reasoning... he wasn't sure if it was for his comfort or to keep her from killing the man. "Can't believe I'm gonna have to see your ugly face every day for another year"

With a scoff and a roll of his eyes, Bakugo smirked, "Oh please, you two won't last a week" He now sat straight in his seat, staring through Y/N... no he didn't care about her being here. He knew she was a menses it was the fact that He was here....' Damn Deku' Bakugo sat... his blood slowly boiling, but trying to maintain his mature facade. "It's fine... At least I'll get to watch you fail at every single hero task" Now he stood, kicking his chair out from under himself and walking towards her... "I'll be at the top, and from there I'll watch you crumble under your sheer inability to keep up"

"Oh please... Careful now Kacchan" She spoke the name with venom, her eyes locking with his fiery ones, hand still pressing into Izukus. "You might trip on your arrogance" She smirked as his smirk faltered... He could only take so much before his temper began to shine through. "Oh, what's wrong? not as mature as you thought?" Bakugo angered by her teasing jolted towards her as if he could make her flinch, However, a large hand pulled her back behind Izuku. He now stood at an equal height to Bakugo... Maybe even a little taller.

“That’s enough Kacchan… Please step away from her” Never before had Izuku dared to pull Y/N away… she was always the protector but now, he wanted to protect her. “I don’t appreciate you flinching at my Girlfriend in such a way… step back or I’ll make you” His voice was clean and stern, but Y/N could hear the trembling of it, he was scared. He was doing something he’d never even imagined… he was threatening Kacchan.

” ohh you trained him into a good little Bitch Y/N” Bakugo growled at Izuku…” Did you get a pair of balls now Deku? Huh? Think you’re something because you were accepted here?” He threw his arms up and shoved Izuku back, he didn’t stumble back but he did adjust his foot to keep his balance.  With the restraint that he met when he attempted to push the once small frail boy over, he was left stunned. Since when had this Deku become such a.. "You're a joke! Both you!" Bakugo was pissed, he watched as Izuku's eyes showed no hint of fear... if anything they looked... "DON'T GIVE ME A SORROWFUL LOOK" With sparks igniting within his palms he made a move to swipe at Izuku, but before he could, swirls of purple and blue gloved his body. He was stuck, body struggling against the restraints, "Damn Bitch" He growled watching as Y/N peeked out from behind Izukus's broad back.

"Hehe," She only giggled, squeezing her fist ever so slightly to tighten the restraints on his body.

"Amazing" Izuku whispered, the swirls reflecting off his eyes, he fist glanced to the rest of the class that stood stunned, watching as she performed her little show. She was effortless in doing so, the traits of a truly remarkable witch. "Impressive as always my love" Now fully turned, Izuku faced her. He trusted her to keep Bakugo restrained, unafraid of possibly being attacked from behind. He had a flushed face and his eyes shone with pride and affection. 'this girl..' He huffed embarrassed within his head. However, he only continued to get more red as she placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Come on babe, let's go get our seats" She smiled, giggling to herself as he was left stunned at her affection, His smile grew brightly as he nodded his head quickly before moving to follow her. Leaving a still-restrained and angry Bakugo behind

"R-right!"

(Minnie time skip)

He took his seat next to her by the window... Watching as she interacted with her classmates. He had never seen her so talkative, but yet still so out of place. He listened as they spoke of how terrifying her quirk was from its strength... but she brushed over those comments, keeping her bright smile and friendly eyes. "you truly are remarkable" he whispered staring as she dug through her bag looking for a pen she had promised to lend Todoroki, and already made friend, 'better remember his place or I'll' Izukus eyes went wide when the thought crossed his mind...' no, no, no... Not these thoughts again!' he screamed at himself, remembering how such events led to a very bad predicament that he was lucky Y/N understood his reasoning for and it was she who cleaned up his mess. "Y/N" he whispered, laying his head in his arms... he wanted her attention but he didn't want to interrupt her.  "My Love," He said just a little louder.

With a glance down, Y/N smiled at him before waving to Todoroki who took his seat at the back of the class. "Yes?" She asked, smirking as she recognized his attention-seeking eyes.

"Just like admiring by pretty Girlfriend" He smiled, blushing at his display of affection. "I'm so proud of you, you know that?" He sighed moving his hand to hold hers. "Watching you continue to grow, every day it's like I was blessed to watch the birth of a goddess" Oh he was love-sick, he knew that and he wasn't ashamed of it. His mother always taught him that no matter what, find the one with the spark and never let it die. She allowed her own to die, no... it was extinguished the minute her husband passed, so she wanted Izuku to be able to protect his.

"You speak as if you won't be the greatest quirkless hero" She laced her fingers with his, allowing his thumb to rub against her knuckles gently. "Only because I have you, You're my inspiration, my strength, my everything" He shyly smiled as his eyes glanced down to their intertwined hands..."With you, there is nothing I can't do" With a soft tug, he brought their hands up to his face and set a gentle kiss on hers. "hmm You're so corny, and that makes me Hor,"

"Y/N!" His flushed face traveled down to his neck and up into his ears. How could such gentle words cause a reaction that was like from her? "I-I didn't mean to sound uh... I... S-sometimes I get carried away and!" He was stuttering and stumbling over his words, trying to defend himself. "I-I'll stop"

"Please don't ever stop loving me" Y/N quickly whispered, eyes locked with his. Her eyes held love and desire. But not just for his physical being, no she wanted his words to continue to spill,  his praise, his criticism, his dumb little rants he did. She wanted it all and needed him to never stop. Because to her... that was his passion, to be heard, seen, wanted! And the second he stopped talking to her in such a way, she'd know that the Izuku she knew was dead... and she'd be damned if she let that happen.

(This can be skipped but this is them being dumb at lunch together, and talking about a dumb interaction she's had with Bakugo and a little sexual)

After their teacher had come and introduced himself, (And she let Bakugo go) Y/N couldn't help the awe face she had. Eraserhead was their teacher! "OMG IZUKU HE'S EVEN FINER IN PERSON!" She squealed, practically rolling around the ground. "God... his scruffy little ughh I'd ride him"

"HEY! You have a perfectly good boyfriend to do so with right here!" He huffed, little situations and plans already running through his head on how to deal with this annoying man. "I bet I'm bigger anyway"

"hehe, Don't be jealous babe, I'd never leave you" She giggled, rolling her way over into his lap. "Plus! His eyes could never match yours, even when they're that blood-red color" She sighed staring up at him, the sun reflecting off him in the most perfect ways.

"Can we talk about anything! And I mean anything other than him" He begged, reaching over her to grab his juice box. "Like how you handled Kacchan! God that was just amazing, I spent like the entirety of English writing about it" With the juice box to his lips, he smiled down at her. "Did I ever tell you about my first ever interaction with him?" She asked, reaching up to cup his face as he slurped on his juice box. He simply shook his head, eyes egging her on, "My first day! Like a damn middle school boy he came up to me all stupid" She bit her lip, replicating Bakugos actions. This caused Izuku to spit his drink out and start cackling.

"PFtt HAHA no, no he didn't" His laughter only continued as he glanced down and saw Y/N now covered in juice. "s-sorry hehe" She used his sleeve to wipe her face clean before huffing.

"Anyways, he was like Hey, think you could take me" She put her hand under her chin, swerving her head side to side. "And I go... In a fight right?.... RIGHT," She was wheezing remembering the awkward look on his face when she didn't quite understand his intentions. "T-that's when one of his friends... HAHAHAH F-FROM THE OTHER SIDE" She held onto Izukus's bicep, using it to pull herself up. "He goes" Her face suddenly went stern, deepening her voice "Don't tell her you have a small dick" Izuku continued to laugh when it was just the two, it was always like this, airy and fun. "t-That's how I found out about his shrimp" She sighed, wiping her teared eyes, little giggles escaping now and then.

"Oh, oh my god... That's unbelievable" To hear such a side of Kacchan, his childhood friend turned bully, it was refreshing from all his typical badass tails. His eyes were shut tight as he tried to control his laughter.

"Y-yeah no, he's probably dwarfed by your size" She smirked, watching as Izuku's chest slowed as his laughter calmed. "Show him your dick, bet he'd back off" She pawed at his thigh, the one her head was resting on. Izuku shot red, from his hands to his ears.

"T-thanks love, but I think I'd rather save that aspect for your eyes only... wouldn't want him getting the wrong idea" He huffed, gently patting her thigh, just simply admiring her, as euphoria radiated off of her. "You're so beautiful" He whispered to himself, now running his hand lovingly and innocently up and down her thigh, simply basking in this peaceful moment.

(AHHH this is updated!!! I'M so glad, I hope you all enjoy !!!) I can't believe the season is over!! It makes me sad knowing Im running though my senior year WITHOUT MY HERO AND ONE PIECE!! AGHHH MY HEART

BUT ANYWAYS

Thank you all for the support and love!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT, DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL

[itsbackwoodsbby]

(A/N: *sighs* where do i begin? i feel like i’m always saying i wrote this for @becauseimswagman1 … but i mean i did. i haven’t even started watching gen v yet. but one lovely late night, she was fangirling about jordan (as per usual) and i came up with the idea that jordan can split into two. she fought me on it. her exact words, “Physically impossible” and I know it is, but sometimes you have to let your wildest thoughts and fantasies win. so here we have my masterpiece … well at least i hope it is to you.)

Splitting Into Two

Masc Jordan x Fem Jordan x Black Fem Reader

Warning: smut! threesome sex! swearing! VERY DOM FEM JORDAN!

Summary: While chilling with Jordan Li, you tell them your secret about how you developed a new secret about your powers and you encouraged them to try it as well. these new secret for Jordan is that they can split into two. You being the horny fuck you are, you decide to try what it would be like fucking both Jordans.

You and Jordan were chilling in your room, vibing and listening to music. Well, you have made Jordan in the mood to listen to K-pop music with you, but don’t tell them. You had something urgent to tell them, but you were kind of scared, if their answer was bad, you could always control it to the answer you wanted. Great pro of having telepathic powers. 

“Jordan.” You call out to them. “I discovered something new with my powers.” They move their hair out of the way to  look at you, “What is it?” You get up and move your radio with your thoughts. They look at you, “Whoa! That’s pretty cool.” They smile at you. “How did you learn to do that?” You look at them, “Well, I was doing homework and I wanted water, and randomly a glass of water just floated to me. At first, I thought it was my roommate playing a trick on me being invisible and all, but she wasn’t even here.” You explain. 

They smile at you and praise you. They always wanted to see if they could find something else extraordinary about their own powers, but honestly, they were too scared to try. You encourage them. 

“Just relax and think of something. If you think about it and you feel like a tingle or something, maybe you can do it.” You pat them on the back.

They start thinking and thinking with their eyes closed. You watched them eagerly. You would love to see them uncover this new unique way to use their power. A few moments later, you see Jordan split into two. You do a double take. You couldn’t even believe it. They look at one another. 

“Whoa! This is crazy.” Fem Jordan touches Masc Jordan’s cheek. “This is the other me.” Masc Jordan laughs. “No wonder, the girls like you.” Fem Jordan says about the masculine version of themselves. “Same to you, too.” Masc Jordan daps them up.

You however remain speechless. Both versions of Jordan have always been attractive to you, but seeing them both at the same time is completely mind-blowing. You sit in your blue bean bag. They laugh at your reaction.

“You act like you’ve never seen us before.” Masc Jordan walks over to you, and taps you, which makes you jump because Fem Jordan was sitting directly in front of you. “No. No. At the same time is scary. But it’s so cool.” You start gleaming looking at them standing about you. “Well, thank you for helping us discover this. Is there any way we can pay you back?” 

You think for a moment. There’s one thing you want with them. And that’s sex. But you don’t know how they would feel about it. But it’s not like you haven’t mentioned it before. Jordan knows that they make you feel a certain way. Sometimes, they tease you because they love the way you fold for them. So what’s the harm in asking for sex? 

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

You are squirming and trying to worm your way out of Masc Jordan’s stronghold around your waist, but they aren’t letting you go. Fem Jordan’s tongue game was crazy, but the fact they are making themselves even more vigorous is insane as it is pleasurable. You’re trying to push them away with your hands but Masc Jordan grabs your hands and pins them to your thigh.

“Fuck, Jordan. Sl-slow down.” You beg them, but your whimpering meant nothing to them. They went faster and started energy blasts to your clit. You jump up and start feeling yourself starting to leak out. “Ahh, ahh! Jordan, I’m about to cum. I’m about to cum.” You whimper out. Suddenly, your body jerks up again as you start coming really hard.

You start to catch your breath. You look at Fem Jordan as if they were a monster. They just smirk at you. You think to yourself, “What if they used my toy on me? I am a mess when I use it! They’re going to go crazy on me with that thing. I’ll be shaking for months.” Suddenly, your nightstand opens and your favorite toy floats out and lands in Fem Jordan’s hand. They smirk at you even more.

“What were you thinking about Y/N?” They slyly smiled at you. “Nothing. Nothing. I don’t know why that came out of there.” You try to play off as if it was nothing. Fem Jordan glides the toy on your already wet clit. The cold metal feels amazing and it’s not even on. “Come on, Jordan. Just put it back.” They chuckle and shake their head at you. “Nope. I am not done with you. I just prepped you for the both of us. Now … it’s my turn with you.” Fem Jordan says.

They turn it on at a normal pace and let the vibrations send chills down your clit. You jump but your clit is familiar to the feeling of this toy. You smile at them. They did live for your perfect smile, however, they wanted to wipe your smile away and make you beg. With their powers, they took the toy’s power to another level. Now this feeling was WAY different and it was the more you always wanted with this toy. To add more pleasure, Masc Jordan was kissing your neck and massaging your breasts as they still held on tightly to your body leaning on theirs. You honestly felt your soul leaving your body slowly as they pleased you. The speed of the toy goes even faster. Your body jerks up. 

“Jordan, chill out. Please.” You beg out. Though that’s what they wanted to hear, they only brought the toy to a high speed. “Ahh, no no. Slow down Jordan. Please.” You whine out. They shake their head. “Nope.”

Your body keeps jerking up and down, but you can’t go anywhere. You sigh in contentment and take your fate. Your moans and whines fill up your room and slowly, your juice is all on your sheets, Jordan, and the toy. As soon as Fem Jordan takes the toy off your clit, the toy breaks completely from a new speed. You look at them and they laugh. 

“Maybe, I got a little carried away.” They say, making you look at them. “You think?” You pant trying to catch your breath. They just chuckle, “You enjoy it though. Right?” They look at you in a teasing yet serious manner. You just nod your head yes.

“I’m guessing it’s my turn now?” Masc Jordan asks you. “Yes. It is. But let me catch my breath.”  You try to catch your breath some more.

Fem Jordan didn’t want you to catch your breath. They wanted to see you get destroyed instantly, but Masc Jordan granted your wish. As you catch your breath, you decide to go ahead and help Masc Jordan get hard. You place your hand around their dick and start stroking them. They gasp in complete shock but love what is happening. You continue to stroke and kiss their cheek. 

They groan in your ear, “Uh, Y/N. Don’t stop.” You smile. “You don’t want me to stop, baby?” They shake their head, “No… noo. Keep going.” They groan in your ear. 

They turn to kiss you and you kiss them back. Fem Jordan is watching and caressing and kissing up and down your body. This was a dream come true honestly. 

“Uh! Uh! Y/N… I’m coming. I’m about to cum.” Masc Jordan whimpers as your other hand rubs their sensitive tip. 

Their cum was already leaking out. You couldn’t control yourself and you start sucking on their tip. They throw their head back before releasing it all in your mouth. You look up at them and show them that you swallow it all. Both Jordan’s look at you impressed. You giggle and then lay on your stomach. Slowly, you begin to arch your back. They watch in awe as you start shaking your ass. Fem Jordan smacks it along with Masc Jordan gripping it. 

“Damn. You left your big ass handprint on her ass.” Fem Jordan chuckles. “Hey, you left a mark too.” Masc Jordan remarks. “I don’t mind.” You giggle and wiggle your ass side to side. “I do however need to be fucked.” You smile. 

Masc Jordan slides their tip in. You’re instantly grabbing the sheets. They were already stretching you, but you loved the feeling. Eventually, they shove the rest of it and wait for you to adjust to this new big size. Fem Jordan is impatient, but they don’t show it. Masc Jordan wants to make love to you and that’s what they did. They filled your body with slow deep long strokes. They drove your body mad. 

“Ah. Jordan, you feel so good.” You moan out. They smile, “Mm, so do you baby girl.” They say back to you. 

They plant light warm kisses down your back. This is what Heaven feels like. All of a sudden, you got pulled up by your hair and your neck had a new accessory wrapped around it. Masc Jordan’s hand. They start choking you and pounding inside you. 

“Ah! Ah! Jordan. Fuck.” You grab their stomach and try to push them away, but they don't bulge. “Take this dick.” Masc Jordan growls. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you start to wonder where all this energy came from. You open your eyes and see Fem Jordan smirking at you. They gave Masc Jordan some more energy. You sigh and look at them. 

“You… just want me to be punished.” You managed to push the words out. “Me? I wouldn’t want the poor baby to be broken like this.” They say in a sarcastic manner and give you the most cheeky smile.

You roll your eyes back again and your toes begin to curl. The room is now filled with your moans and the sound of your skin clapping with theirs. The grip on your neck was so tight, you started blinking in and out of consciousness. Fem Jordan gets in front of you and shakes your face. 

“Hey baby girl, don’t lose consciousness. Focus on me.” They point to themselves smirking at you. 

You just continue taking the dick and batting your eyes, struggling to keep them up. Fem Jordan kisses you which causes you to gain a little sense. You sloppy kiss them back though for every few seconds you were either moaning or trying to stay focused on them. Soon, Masc Jordan starts hitting your spot. 

“Ooh, ooh. Right there! Right there baby.”You whine out as your walls start clenching around their dick. They groan out, “You're going to cum for me, baby girl?” They ask you. You frantically shake your head yes. Both Jordan’s shake their heads, “Nah we need words. Are you going to cum on this dick?” Masc Jordan asks you again. “Yes, yes, yes! I’m going to cum on your dick.” 

Masc Jordan keeps hitting that spot and as soon as you cum on their dick you collapse into Fem Jordan’s body. Masc Jordan pulls out and cums on your ass cheeks. 

“Do you think we did too much?” Masc Jordan asks. “Nah, I think we did what we needed to do.” Fem Jordan says before smacking your ass. “Wake up baby girl.” 

You don’t bulge. Fem Jordan chuckles alongside Masc Jordan. 

“Go get her a towel. Get my cum off her.” They say. 

Fem Jordan goes to get a towel for you and tosses it to Masc Jordan who wipes their cum off your ass cheek. The motion sort of wakes you up. 

“Damn. That never happened before.” You say. They just laugh. “Well, do you feel okay?” Masc Jordan asks. “Yeah. I just know one thing.” You look at Fem Jordan. “You owe me a new toy.” You weakly giggle. “Don’t worry baby. You won’t need a new toy dealing with us.” You look at the bit of them, “You’re damn sure right about that one.” You let out a giggle.

[love4jhene]

nsfw alphabet | chris sturniolo😛

omg this is kinda awk, ive never written smut or anything related to smut but wtv i think off i start writing it, these r my preferences abt chris sturniolos nsfw alphabet 😭

A= after care (what there like after sex😼)

i feel like chris isnt big on after care, cuz ooo girl after he hits his high he can already feel the wave of tiredness come rushing over him, the second his head hits the pillow hes out like a light, but dont worry hell take care of you whenever he wakes up😛

B= body part (there favorite part of your body (his body too)

he guves me the vibes that hes a breast guy, and a thigh guy hed be staring 24/7 cuz there cs smack dap in his face?? his favorite body part of his are his hands, cuz he is able to touch every inch of your body with the palm of his hands👍🏿

C= cum (what does he do with it??)

ik hes a guy that likes to cum on your face, maybe give you backshots??? or js fill u right up!🤠 (only if your on the pill duh) he doesnt like to make a huge mess since it ends up in HIM having to wash the sheets but then again its for pleasure, if you want him to cum on your face nd shit hed do it within the moment you finished saying it😉

D= dirty secret (something that you dont know about until he tells you)

chirs definitely has a mommy kink and enjoys it when you pull on his hair, its not a bad secret but its more of an embarrassing secret. it gets less embarrassing when you do it more often to the point he just wants you do to it when your out in public.

E= experience (how many bodies?)

he has never had proper sex until you, ik he was a lil player😝 but it never got that far it would only be making out, and some grinding ykyk, but yeah nothing like what you guys have done besides one time hes had a actual p in v prodution.

F= favorite position (what position is the go to?)

he LOVESSSS it when you ride him LOVES IT, cuz hes able to see those big melons bounce😏 LMFAO and because hes able to see you struggle bouncing on his cock. if you arent able to then hed be grabbing your hips guiding you!

G= goofy (are they cracking jokes?)

hes definitely the type of guy to make a joke here and there, but not all the time cuz thats kinda awk.. but he’d definitely make jokes about his brothers walking in and blah blah blah

H= hair (do the drapes match the carpets? is that how it goes idfk😭)

imma keep it a buck w you. hes probably not big on trimming cuz hes too lazy or sum LMFAOO but he trys his hardest so you dont get grosses out, and he definitely likes a shaved cooter ykyk cuz he likes when yr able to feel his stuble down there WOAH

i= intamicy (how are they in the moment?)

he knows he wants to me all lovey but he cant help making jokes about your moans heres an example. hed make fun of you for saying “its to big, it wont fit!” then a couple seconds later your asking for more hed mock your moans fs😂.

J= jack off (how often?)

i feel like if he tells you hes horny and you say no hes straight up start jacking his shit while your right next to him, but no he doesnt do it often since he claimd he does wanna seem like a “wild animal” thats a horny 24/7, only when hes on tour and he cant help it

K= kink (what are some kinks, IDK WHAT TO PUT)

he defo has a breeding kink, the thought of him “filling you up” gets him so hard for some reason and hed tell you about it while straight up stuffing you, balls deep bro ik this man thinks about you pregnet with his kids😪

L= location (what places does do you guys do it the most?”)

he doesnt likes taking risk. i said what needed to be said, if his brothers arent home, hed wanna do it on the kitchen counter or the couch, but mainly the bed cuz hes able to knock out like a light as soon as you guys are done

M=???

N= No (whats a turn off?)

ANYTHING to do with piss or body liquids😭 he would walk OUT THE HOUSE if you suggest anything of that sort, also being rough with you where it gets to the point it comes to slapping, choking, js being rlly rough in general.

O= Oral ( uhm idk what to say)

hes big on oral, if he could he would stay in between your legs for hours, days, weeks, years. he loves pleasure his lil princess😛 he also loves when he sees YOU between HIS thighs, him pushing your head down ykyk and most of all he loves it when he covers your face w his cum

P= Pace (how fast? how slow?)

he can change between paces. you want him to go fast? hell go as fast as he can, you want him to go slow? anything for you!

Q= quickie (does he like them?)

he isnt big on them cuz if you guys are gonna have sex he wants it to last, only if its needed and if your lookin supa sexc he cant take his eyes off ya😉😏

R= risk (does he take em?)

hes a risky fella and he likes to break the rules! he wont go to to far tho.

S=??

T= toys

why need toys when you got each other.

u=??

V= Volume (how loud is he)

MANS IS A GROANER AND HE DOESNT CARE, he is loudddd and hell let every one know what yall are doing he does NOT contain himself.

w=??

X=x ray (WHAT R UNDER THOSE PANTSSS)

hes defo big and he knows it, id say rougly like 7.5 soft?? 8.2 hard?? idkk thats what im getting😭

y=??

z=zzz sleep

i alr said it out as soon as he hits the pillow he is OUT but he will take care of u in the morning, he needs his beauty sleep

i hope u guys enojoy this was a pain in the ass to write but its a okay!

[urfavnegronerd]

welcome to boxer boy

hi hi hi, t i present to u boxer boy! if ur new to this concept (or jus need a refresher) below is all of the resources on characters

character menu!! | kori n lilac! | jakobi n miles! | parental units! | alexei! | aave dictionary

warnings: violence (not unsolicited this is a boxer au) swearing, use of the n word, talks of racism, and i think that's it, lmk if i missed something!

i wrote conversation the way i conversate w my friends family and cousins, so this is very caribbean/ taíno/ afro latine/ in general black! coded!

published: august 2, 2023

w/c: 2.47 k ish

Chests heave and sweat travels, leaving streaks down pretty brown skin and resting, finally, on an upper lip. Groans and grunts bounce off the wall of a run-down gym, filled to the brim with a burning passion, the passion to prove yourself. 

“Miles! Focus up! Eyes up, watch the hands.” 

Miles says nothing, a mere grunt in response angling his eyes up and off the ground. The first time he’s fully taken in his opponent since the sparring match. His opponent has a few good inches on him. Tall and muscular, almost beefy, with a square and set jaw. Ducking and fumbling, he desperately weaves and dodges the strikes his opponent throws again and again. 

“Miles” 

 Falling into a rhythm of combinations, he begins to float, weaving in and out of corners, his feet barely touching the floor. Tragically, this ends prematurely with one good hook that leaves his ears ringing. 

“Damn it, Miles,” Alexei grumbles, Russian accent thicker than clay, rubbing his face in a combination of concern, disdain, and a twinge of disappointment. “The hands Miles, always watch hands and shoulders.”  

Shaking himself back up, Miles exits the ring, climbing between the ropes and tearing off his gloves he groans and sits on the very edge of the ring in front of Alexei who holds his hands out to inspect Miles for any injuries. 

“You did good, for someone that size. I have opening this week for one on one training session. Yes?” Alexei almost stubbornly mumbles to him, cradling his face in his hands and inspecting his head for any damage.

“Yes,” Miles grumbles. 

“I see you Tuesday at six, don’t be late.” Alexei pats his shoulder in an almost fatherly motion. Almost fatherly. 

Pushing himself off the edge of the ring and giving his opponent, apparently named Marco, a quick dap out of respect, he staggers to the locker room, cursing himself under his breath. 

“What? You get fucked up out there?” Jakobi snorts, shrugging a black tee over his head. “Prolly ain’t even that bad, son.”

“Barely, the nigga had like three inches on me, not to mention a different fucking weight class,” he huffs.

“That don’t sound like ‘barely’ bruh, sounds like your ass got pounded out there,” 

“I ain’t get pounded, it was just a hook.” 

Jakobi visibly winces and sucks in air, his face contorting as if he could feel it. Bringing his fist to his mouth, “Left?” 

“Right.” 

“Damn,” he whistles, rubbing the right side of his face. “You good?” 

“Fine,” 

Shaking his head and sighing “Don’t sound fine to me. You ain’t supposed to win every time my nigga, don’t let it go to your head.” 

“Yeah, whatever man, I’ll see you.” 

“Damn straight,” he affirms, clapping Miles’ shoulder and leaving, a duffle bag draped over his shoulder. 

And so it begins. 

Pulling off his muscle tee, he investigates the small bruises that litter his abdomen and ribs, all of which are in different healing phases. Pressing down on the dark purple contusion, he inhales sharply and jolts his hand back. Rubbing his face and running his hands over his braids he lets out a sigh and laces his fingers on the crown of his head. 

“You ain’t supposed to win every time my nigga,” 

But he should be winning every time, fueled with the white-hot grief turned to rage, he should be winning.  

“Ay, pero mami, ¡no quiero ir!” 

Ay, but Mom, I don't want to go

“Kori. You won the lottery. You took the test. We’ve had this discussion for weeks on end. I said you’re going and that’s final.” 

“But–” 

“Kori. No. I work my ass off for you. You are my world, you hear that? And so help me god, I’m not just going to let you throw your life away because you have some conspiracy about this school,” 

“Pero, it’s not a conspiracy Ma! This is what they want, for a bunch of quote-unquote ‘above average’ Black kids to test into some bougie school so they forget where they come from,” 

Alma sighs, places the laundry basket on the couch, and turns. 

“Look, I get why you don’t want to go to Visions, okay? And it’s a big adjustment for both of us. I don’t understand why you have this hatred towards this school, but please try for me. I love how passionate you are about this matter, I just wish you could put this passion, this spark that I see in you into loving this school. Proving to the world that we aren’t just some stupid Taínos. I love you so much Kori, I want the best for you, you deserve it mi vida. ¿Comprendes?” 

A stifled silence follows. 

“Kori.” 

“Fine.” 

“Como que ‘fine’? Por que no dices ‘sí’? soy tu madre” 

What do you mean, 'fine'? Why don't you say yes? I'm your mother.

“Yes, Mom, I understand,” 

“Good. Help me with the laundry.” 

“Miles? ¿Estás aquí mijo?” 

Miles? Are you here/ have you arrived my son?

He stops in his tracks, slightly wincing, a bruise forming on the side of his face from the match earlier. 

“Hey Mamá,”  

Rounding the corner, fatigue lining her eyes, she gasps dropping the empty delivery box and rushing to examine his face. 

“Miles! ¿Qué es esto? Qué está pasando?!? tú cara, mijo, estás herido?!?”  

Miles! What is this? What happened? Your face, my son, are you hurt?

“Ma, no es nada–” 

Ma, it's nothing--

“Miles, ¿como que ‘no es nada’? ¡Mira tu cara! ¿No es nada? Explicame, como eso no es nada. Ahora, Miles, go!” 

Miles, what do you mean 'it's nothing'? Look at your face! It's nothing? Tell me how its nothing. Now, Miles, go!

“Solo fue un spar en entrenamiento, no es serio ma, soy bien, te lo prometo,” 

It was just a spar in training, it's not serious Ma, I'm fine, I promise,

“... por dios Miles,” 

My god Miles 

“I’m sorry Ma I–” 

“I– Miles.” Rio grabs his face, forcing him to look down at her “You, you’re my little boy. No matter how much taller than me you get, you’re my little boy okay? Take care of that little boy for me, make sure he is loved. And safe, mijo. I want my little boy to be safe, ¿entiendes?”  

mijo- my son, entiendes- understand

“I got you ma,” 

Still cradling his face, her face seems to crumple at the edges whilst rubbing her thumb against his jaw.  It had been difficult to raise him on her own, he was old enough to look after and take care of himself, but at what cost? She knew he was trying his best to stay safe and do his best at school, but she still worried. Worried about him, she felt like a ghost in her own home. Barely there, barely scratching the surface of making a difference in his life. She wanted him to know that she cared so deeply, yet how could she? She couldn’t exactly spell it out for him, he’d grown too hard-headed after Jeff’s death, always insisting to take care of himself. She knew it was for her benefit, to have one less person to take care of, but Miles was her little boy. The little boy who used to beg for a spoonful of whatever was being cooked on the stove, the little boy who used to squat on the middle of the pavement and examine the cracks in the sidewalk with his grubby little fingers, the same little boy who would collect dandelions in a bouquet to give her after a long shift. What happened to that little boy she could just cradle in his chest and protect from the bad in the world? Where did he go? 

“Good.” She sighed “Te quiero tanto, Miles, pero ya tu sabes, ¿sí?”  

I love you so much, Miles, but you know that, yes?

“Sí Mamá, yo sé, y te quiero tambíen,” 

Yes Mom, I know, and I love you too

“Lilac I just feel stupid in this uniform” 

“Girl, bye, dudes be likin bitches in skirts and polos now, aren't smart girls the shit now?” 

“That's not the point!” 

“What you don't wanna find some fine-ass nigga there? ain’t none at Oscasio that's for damn sure” 

“You a damn lie bitch and you know that,” 

“And what would you know about that, your ass barely left the damn classroom while you were here,” 

“That don't mean a bitch ain't look, girl, the fuck?” 

“Who were you looking at?” Lilac’s voice calms down to a whisper, and Kori can hear her swinging her feet and smiling over the phone

“That one guy, his boys called him ghost or whatever-” 

“YOU HAD A CRUSH ON GHOST?”

“Briefly–” 

“GHOST? The ghost? Yall so different forreal but–” 

“That's not the point, I'm not gonna be seein none of him at no visions academy” 

“Hh here she go yall–” 

“I’m just saying–” 

“Bitch you been there a month, 31 days, any complaints?” 

“... I–” 

“Bitch exactly, you don't have no complaints, you like it there,” 

“Ain’t nobody say I like it” 

“But you don’t hate it,” 

“I hate that I got all these twisted ass white folks lookin at me weird–” 

“K dot, whoooo gives a fuck? you're just better than them, move on wit it, it's not that serious” 

“Lilac it feels that serious is what I'm tryna say! all these rich-ass white kids who prolly aint been through half the shit I did got a seat at the table without working half as hard!” 

“Look bruh I hear you loud and clear but now you’re just being a hard-headed ass bitch K dot. Visions have the best programs in allat nerdy shit you're into, fucking look around! You’re getting what you need after years of feeling different from everybody else, I watched you hate yourself for literal years because none of the Black kids in our little Brooklyn public school liked the things you did. And now you have maybe a handful of Black kids just as weird and nerdy as you, but you tryna tell me you ain't like it over there? Bullshit Kori and you know this,” 

“Lilac–” 

“Would you just shut up and admit I’m right?” 

“Fine. you’re right.” 

“I know, now listen this kid that hangs around the track team at school, Jakobi or whatever, annoying as shit, knows this kid at Visions. Got his number in my phone from our history group chat, you want me to hook something up so you can make friends up in that nerdy cesspool?” 

“Fuck you know about cesspools?” 

“Answer the damn question, Kori,” 

“Yeah, fine, sure,” 

“I got you,” 

“I know,” 

“Listen, I gotta go do meal prep for track this week, ima talk to you soon?” 

“Yeah, yeah” 

“Byeee K dot, love you,” 

“Love you too Lilac,” 

Sighing, Kori flops back onto their bed. exasperated, confused, and feeling violated for whatever reason. Lilac’s known them since the two of them were tiny, right after she had moved to the States with her mom, she knows her better than anyone. She was probably right, but it felt wrong to be said out loud. In truth, Kori loved and hated it there. She loves the way the halls are clean every morning, never once smelling like a cheap strain of weed or putrid hallway sex. They hated all the dirty looks she got just raising their hand in class, hated the way she could feel their eyes burning into the four braids they keep tightly cornrowed to their scalp in a zig-zag pattern. She didn’t know what she felt, but she knew it wasn’t positive. Not in the least.  

 “Kobi?” 

“Yurrr, what's goody what’s goody what’s poppin Miles?” 

“Nigga, do you see the time?”  

“Whatever, anyway–” 

“I don't feel like opening a window,” 

“I ain’t comin over?!? You miss me or sumn? Want me all up next to you?” 

“Stop being like that, whatchu need Jakobi? You need me to come get you from somewhere?” 

“Nah, some girl at Oscasio is mad tight with a transfer to Visions, Kori or sumn, asked me to hook y’all up. Her friend said she had some big-ass brown eyes and medium brown skin and cornrows in a zig-zag pattern and wears them legend blue retro 11s,” 

“Ain’t looking for a girl man, and you know this,” 

“Not like that, I’m sayin just to have someone on your side in that bougie ass school,” 

“You said her name was what?” 

“Kori I think,” 

“Oh,” 

“Oh?” he mocked “Fuck you mean ‘oh’? I’m over here finding you someone to eat lunch witchyo grumpy ass and all you wanna say is ‘Oh’? Well fuck you too nigga, damn,” 

“It ain’t even like that bruh, I was just takin in her name bruh,” 

“Since when you takin names like that?” 

“Since it’s 11 pm and I was listening to music on vinyl tryna put my ass to bed,” 

“Oh, you all domesticated now?” 

“It’s called a right hook to the jaw, stupid,” 

“Aight, man, I gotchu. Sleep good,” 

“Yeah, whatever, you need anything?” 

“Nah, that’s all,”  

“You said what? Blue retro 11s?” 

“Yeah, them light blue joints with the gummy soles”

“Aight then, see you,” 

“Damn right, you will,” 

Miles’ ear is met with the dial tone and he slumps back into bed, stretching under the covers, listening to whatever vinyl his dad used to play at night. The ringing in his ear had lulled to a dull ache, the left side of his face sore, but not hurt enough to bruise. 

“Kori. Aight then.”  

“Kori, right?” 

Jumping out of her skin, they turn. 

“Yeah,” She clears her throat “I’m Kori. Who are you?” 

“Miles,” 

“Oh,” 

“Tight Js,” 

“StockX,” 

“Them niggas too expensive on there,”  

Tension immediately disintegrates from her shoulders when she hears his slight Brooklyn drawl and what’s no doubt a nuyorican accent. 

“You needa get em when they first drop, then that's retail price without the upcharge,” 

“What are you, some sorta sneakerhead?” 

“Self-proclaimed,” She shrugs 

“Figures, they still white as hell,”  

“I’m Taino,” She cocks her head to the side, gesturing to her skin and cornrows. 

“The shoes I mean,” 

“Oh,”  

“Yeah,” 

“You said your names, Kori, right?” 

“K dot,” 

“Like Kendrick Lamar?” 

“I did it first,” 

“Yeah, whatever, nice to meet you,” 

“You too,” 

Pulling his lips into a loose smile, Miles walks down the hall towards his next class, a small wave in Kori’s direction and he’s gone. 

Miles. 

She liked how he complimented her shoes immediately, most people here don’t pay any mind to them. Liked how he was like her in the sense that he liked, or at least knew of, Kendrick Lamar, liked how the conversation flowed naturally with him and he probably spoke Spanish too. It felt good to them, to know that she wasn’t alone in this huge school and to know that this twin-tailed ass nigga probably was a good person. What kind of monster compliments retro 11s? She doesn’t think Ted Bundy did such a thing, she didn’t believe it though. People usually don’t approach them without a reason, but it seemed like Miles did. Cool and casual as if he didn’t want anything from her, which was weird. What did he care about her? 

“Miles,” She whispers to herself “Aight then.” 

a/n: sooooooo? worth the wait? lmk if this something yall want me to continue!

taglist: @nagi3seastorm @lunarfleur @milesmolasses @hearts4hobie @kombuuuu @hummusxx @n1cole-ghost (lmk if u wanna be on the taglist, i think i'm gonna make a form!)

🩷 reblogs are always appreciated for reach

xo,

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[masked-stuffie-writer]

Welcome to the blog. Please DNI if you are under 17 (unless I know you or have interacted with you).

Requests are open!

I am 19 (turning 20 in less than 2 weeks) years old. I enjoy drawing, writing, K-pop, dancing, and singing. I am part of the LGBTQ+ community. I tend to overwork myself and have done that for years now.

Please note: you can request idolxreader fluff (not just agere/petre)

I will write for:

-Aespa

-Dreamcatcher

-(G)I-dle

-Soojin

-Itzy

-Le Sserafim

-Loona

-Mamamoo

-Red velvet

-Twice

-Team BEBE

-Team Jam Republic

-Aiki

-Park Eunwoo

-Pokémon

-Wolf'lo

-Mannequeen

-Tsubakill

Fluff:

-XG

-1MILLION

-Deep N Dap

-Lady Bounce

I will write anything along the lines of fluff

-Love confessions

-first kisses

-age regression

-pet regression

-fake texts

[insufficientchill]

adventuring with @edgier-than-a-diamond's lovely Allen and @kuruna's excellent Galapagos! Both wonderful pawns. I took like 40 screenshots yesterday and 37 of them came out goofy

bonus:

kell, helping

no its cool ill dap the ghost

you can't sit with us, trickster isn't a real magic(k) class

[star-sim]

the most insane thing happened at school today i am genuinely IN SHOCK

so after school i had to go to the back parking lot (i usually go to the front) to pick up some ads that i sold for my school newspaper (making BANK!!) AND THEN

this random guy who i have never interacted with before (he’s definitely older than me by a year or two) approached me out of NOWHERE

LIKE HE JUST WALKED UP TO ME

and he handed me this tiny 4x6 cm (at most) paper??? folded up???

originally because the paper was so DAMN SMALL i was like ??? is bro going for a handshake or is he trying to dap me up…. it was lowkey awk! i felt so bad…. and then he handed me the paper and i was even MORE confused like sorry you might have the wrong person do i know you 😭

anyways i took the paper and then he DISAPPEARED

and i opened the paper and this is what it said inside:

whatever you’re going through, i believe in you. — s. k.

LIKE HUH !!!!??!!!

i’m literally in shock like who is s. k. and what is this what does this mean ???? it wasn’t even a tiktok either THERE WERE NO CAMERAS

gonna be thinking about this for the next 3 business days….

this is strangely reminiscent of my heeseung fic guys. and my friend was like “UMM S.K. AS IN SUNOO KIM!!” which is NOT helping my delusions

anyways that’s my news of the day thank u for reading <33

GIRLL WHAT IS GOING ON

omg i can imagine this and im like

it must have been so awkard and confusing

liikeeee

the pseudo dap-up but not really sends chills down my spine

this is so kdrama ESPECIALLY #mondaymorningmotivating like "whatever you're going through , i believe in you"

IK THIS IS KINDA LATE BUT KEEP ME POSTED ON THIS

thats actually crazy like i feel like this only happens in american high. schools...

[lethimfertilise]

Yesterday, I analysed the affordability of DAP and urea. The conclusion was that DAP affordability has been steadily decreasing. It’s not a new question, but can farmers afford to skip fertiliser application for any reason?

When it comes to fertiliser use, the debate over how much and how often to apply different nutrients is as old as farming itself. Among the essential nutrients for crops—N (Nitrogen), P (Phosphorus), and K (Potassium)—each plays a crucial role in ensuring healthy plant growth and optimal yields. Let’s dive into why you might be able to forgo K and P, but not N.

K and P are key nutrients, but they don’t get used up as rapidly as N. These two nutrients often remain in the soil for longer periods, especially when applied at sufficient levels. Here's why:

Unlike N, K and P are less mobile in the soil. P, in particular, tends to bind with soil particles, and K has a slow-release nature. This means that even after a growing season, there may still be adequate reserves left in the soil to nourish your crops in the next few years.

Crops don’t need a large amount of these nutrients all at once. Their uptake happens gradually, allowing you to skip applications for a season or two, especially if your soil was well-fertilised in previous years.

Regular soil tests can help assess if your levels of K and P are sufficient. If your soil stores are adequate, you can confidently skip fertilising with these nutrients and focus on maintaining other soil health aspects.

While K and P can afford a break, N is an entirely different story. Plants rely heavily on a steady N supply to build proteins and grow. Without it, the effects can be immediately noticeable, leading to stunted growth, yellowing leaves, and reduced yields.

N is the nutrient plants consume the most. It’s vital for processes like photosynthesis and vegetative growth, making it a constant requirement throughout the growing season.

N is highly mobile and easily lost from the soil through leaching and volatilisation. Heavy rains can wash N out of the root zone, while it can also be lost as gas from the soil surface. This rapid loss means you need to replenish N regularly to ensure healthy crop growth.

Unlike K and P, crops show signs of N deficiency very quickly, often within a week or two. A drop in N levels can cause serious damage to yields if left unchecked.

The key to effective fertilisation is understanding the needs of your crops and the current status of your soil. By conducting regular soil tests, you can gauge whether K and P levels are adequate, allowing you to skip their application and reduce costs in the short term. However, N requires ongoing attention and replenishment due to its volatile nature and vital role in crop growth.

Literally, while you can afford to skip K and P fertilisers for a few seasons if your soil is well-stocked, N should never be overlooked. After all, it’s the driving force behind your plants’ growth and productivity.

#nitrogen #phosphate #potassium #fertiliser #fertilizers #affordability #imstory #sustainability #agriculture

[paisholotus]

Ch.2

January 19th, 1992

Narrative

"You wanna go talk to them, bro?" Dale asked Delante. 

"I don't know; I'm chill right here." He said, eyeing Leilani up and down.

Dale smacked his teeth and placed his glasses back on his face. "Well, imma go holla at her sister then. Stay yo scary ass here."  He said walking away. 

Delante grabbed Dale's arm, pulling him back. "Ight, nigga, I ain't scary! But we can go over there, and you better not say no stupid shit neither!" He said, pointing in Dale's face.

"Stupid shit? Are you forgetting who's the ladies man in the group? You just don't go stuttering and shit." Dale said, mean-mugging him.

Delante and Dale looked towards Leilani and Monae, sitting at the bar and drinking some champagne. Leilani had on a long pink fitted dress, while Monae had on pink faded jeans and a Jean cropped top. 

"Aye, where y'all going?" K-ci asked, but Delante and Dale paid him no mind . As they made their way towards them, Troop's 'All I Do Is Think Of You' came on, damn talk about timing. The boys thought.

"Hey that's the girl for you

So what are you gonna do?"

"Hey," Delante said, clearing his throat.

"All I do is think of you"

Leilani turned around and gave him a small smile. 

 

"Wassup, how you doing?" Dale said, smiling at Monae. 

 

"Day and night, day and night, that's all I do

I can't get you off my mind

Think about all the time"

 

Monae looked him up and down, smirking at him, showing off her new grillz.

 

"Hello," "wassup," Leilani and Monae said. 

 

"Uhh, how's it going?" Delante asked awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. 

"To think of how to say

My heart is here to stay"

Dale side-eyed Delante, laughed awkwardly, and said, "Y'all brought the house down with y'all's performance. I- we ain't seen nun like that before." Dale told them, smiling. 

"So won't you please, please be mine?"

"Awe, thank you. We appreciate that. Delante and Dale from Jodeci, right?" Leilani asked them.

 

"Yeah," Delante said, clearing his throat. 

"Cool," Leilani said, with a tight smile. 

 

Dale elbowed Delante in the side as a way of telling him to stop being so awkward.

 

Carrie walked towards her sisters, she had on a blue/pink faded dress with feathers at the top and bottom. She whispered something in Monae's ear. Monae nodded and nudged Leilani, telling her that they needed to go.

 "Hey, do you think we could make a collab or sum? We love y'all music." Dale asked, them.

Leilani nodded grabbing her bag and searching for their card to give them.

"Yeah, for sure. Here just call this number and our manager will set something up." She said, smiling up at them.

Delante and Dale thanked them and watched the three women gather their things, watching them head towards the door, with their bodyguards behind them.

baby, baby

(Day and night) day and night, that's all I do

(I can't get you off my mind) I can't get you...

(Think about...) thinking 'bout you all the time

All the time, ooh

Delante and Dale walked back towards K-ci and Jojo who was smirking back them. "Y'all get they number?" K-ci asked them.

Dale held up the card cheesing in accomplishment. Jojo snatched the card, him and k-ci looking at it, making k-ci smack his teeth.

"Mmcht, you Howard niggas some simps." K-ci said, mean-mugging Delante and Dale.

Delante snatched the card back putting it in his pocket, "mane, shut yo chicken bone head ass up! Don't know what you talking about." He said, taking a squig of his Hennessy.

K-ci waved him off walking away to some women that was sitting at the bar.

"We need to call them back. Even though y'all like them, this could be a good business opportunity." Jojo said, walking towards the bar to get another drink.

Delante looked at Dale dapping him up, "Oh, imma definitely call them back." Dale laughed, playfully shoving his brother.

"Yeah, but please don't start that stuttering shit again, you embarrassing, nigga." Dale said, pointing at Delante.

"Man, fuck you, nigga. I won't stuttering." Delante said, muttering the last part.

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