#Like… yeah he’s attractive but I’m just happy to meet him cuz he’s like!!!!

[sondheim-girly]

sometimes I remember the reason why some people like my favorite actors is just cuz they’re hot… like what? You don’t just see them as really awesome, funny, talented, cool people who u wish you could be friends with in another life and they’re really hot as a bonus?? Huh???

[darling-i-read-it]

Stu w/ a hyperfemine reader

Stu Macher x reader

Author's Note: I'm trying a newwwww style <3 I think that having stuff like this being a mix of headcanons and scenes! mini fics and such. lemme know what you guys think and I hope you like it love! Thanks for being my guinea pig lol

Request: i’m hyperfixating on scream cuz 6 just came out and your list says you write for it so can i plz request stu macher x hyperfeminine!reader fluff like they’re kinda opposites attract type thing idk lol 😊😊

Meeting Stu in the typically girly girl attire with that perky smile on your face was like sending him straight over the moon

He watched you, eyeing you up and down, curious and over telling

You weren’t even talking to him but it was like you were there for him. Or maybe he was just being obsessive. He was probably just being obsessive. 

Stu was the kind of guy who dated someone for fun, because he knew that it worked within a friend group or because of sheer popularity. It was usually never because he loved them. 

Though lets be fair. The first time he saw you he was not thinking about love. There was something so dear to him about your eyes lighting up as you cheeirly moved about the friend group

You seemed to be a friend of Sidney’s, which worked well in his favor. After things ended the summer before with Tatum Sidney had all but forgiven him for their little fling

Maybe, if Stu tried hard enough…Sidney could give him the number of her friend. You. He wants your number. He should probably ask Billy who could probably ask Stu. 

Lots going on in his brain <3 so much <3 

Him getting you alone for the first time is such a fun little time it’s so good

His smile widened as he approached you. Now that Sidney and Billy had left he could talk to you by himself, without her getting in the way. You were sitting on a fountain near the school, still smiling from the goodbyes you had given to your friend. He scooted closer to you. 

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before,” he said, nudging your side. You rolled your eyes. You knew of him. Sidney had told you plenty. Though his eyes were alluring and you were all too happy to oblige that look. 

“I think you have,” you promised. 

“I would’ve remembered.”

“I’ve been Sidney’s friend forever.” 

“Well I’ve been Billy’s friend forever. Not Sidney’s,” he explained. You narrowed your eyes at him, a smile on your face. He pointed at the skirt you were wearing, a fluff of pink at the bottom. “That’s pretty.” 

You noted that he said pretty. He didn’t say cute or girly. You smiled gratefully. 

“Thank you Stu. I like to flaunt my femininity.”

“I love flaunting femininity.”

Dating Stu is like…there’s always gonna be someone touching you. Even when you think he isn’t in the room BOOM there’s Stu and his hands on your sides

He loves everything about the hyperfemininity. He would play into it as much as you let him. He would buy you things you desired (while also being fully aware he’s being a bit of a dick when he points it out) 

He probably makes awful jokes about your femininity linking to your ‘natural woman desires’ 

He made one joke about cooking and cleaning and you hit him with your bag. 

He was very offended. He also didn’t really wanna mention it again (so he didn’t thank goodness) 

Sidney didn’t particularly like that you were together but she didn’t hate it either

She thought your energies matched rather well (she was unaware that Stu Macher could kill someone in cold blood)

But the high intensity of Stu always needed someone who could tame it or feed into it

He found that he adored your very natural brightness

“Hey Stu?” He had his hand on your thigh but he wasn’t paying attention to you until you spoke. 

“Yeah sweetheart?” You sat on your bed, watching some scary movie he had showed you. You had no quarrels with it but you weren’t truly watching it. He always seemed enthralled and you could usually flip through a magazine unbothered but still together, a quiet understanding. 

“Are you aware that you’re cuddling my little piggy?” He squinted, not sure what kind of joke you were making until he noticed he was cuddling your actual stuff pig. It was fluffy and large enough to be a pillow. 

He didn’t move away when he noticed. In fact, he pulled it closer to his chest with his arm that wasn’t on you. 

“Not your piggy anymore.”

“Stu!” You reached forward to grab it but he pulled away, now clutching it with boht hands. You giggled. You attempted to reach around him but with laughter he fought you off. You giggled together until you were laying on top of him, the pig between you. 

He made a pouty face at you. 

It usually caused the both of you to be the life of the party

Billy thinks it’s rather annoying. Double annoying for the plans that he has for Stu and him 

Whenever Stu was with you it was like it never mattered, what Billy had planned

Well he still wanted to kill someone

But that was beside the point. He wanted to hang out with you and live his life with you. He didn’t quite know what he would be without that. 

You caught glimpses of that sometimes, when his face drifted off or when a joke Billy made landed a little wrong

But he never made it seem too overt

He was always more willing to talk to you about other things. Compliment your outfits, exist within the constraints of your room or his

It was actually really sweet <3 

Always the boyfriend (even if he’s the boyfriend who always has a stupid reason to kill his gf i guess!)

“Sweetheart. You’re a sweetheart.” 

“Thanks Stu.”

“You are. You’re my sweetheart.” 

“Oh Stu.” 

He looked down at you, poking your nose, smiling brightly, eyes narrowed in adoration. 

“You look really good in pink.”

[chlorinecake]

I just saw what that anon said and I can really really relate I feel like there's no way I can like them cuz I'm black I feel like. Weird for having a crush on Ni-ki cuz I'm black and even though I know there's no chance anyway cause he probably doesn't date fans obviously lol It makes me ashamed especially because people are always saying "what if / he probably doesn't like black girls/people" and it makes me feel like I'm less beautiful because I'm black and even if he did date fans I mean I'm like SOOOO ugly like atrocious but it makes me feel like even if I was a little bit more pretty he wouldn't like me or would dismiss me cause I'm black or like I wouldn't be good enough or he'd be disgusted or disappointed or weirded out because I'm black and a fan /has a crush on him and besides him it makes me feel like enhypen wouldn't talk to me or treat me the same cuz I'm not Asian or white like I couldn't be a fan or wouldn't be as important or pretty or cool or even just they wouldnt want me as a fan or like me or even look my way cause im black its gotten so bad that people dont evn have to say that anymore (they do but they dont have too) for me to think that way. Like I know we all saw that pretty engene video with that girl with the glasses and i couldn't help but make it about race like thinking would they look at me like that or would I be ugly abd weird cause I'm black ? Or if she was black would they still think she's pretty? Or would they even put the camera on her if she was black ? Anyway I'm rambling but being black is something I struggle with even without people saying the group I like or the guy I have a crush on (Niki obviously) wouldn't like me or would hate me for being black . Or they would be uncomfortable or disgusted with me because I'm black so it's just hard to even see myself meeting them or *even to imagine myself in reader fanfics even if the reader's supposed to be black because I've convinced myself that the only way I'd be pretty or attractive or they'd be friends withe or date me in Ni-kis case is if I was white or Asian* (*just talking about from a fanfic standpoint for this one* but yeah) but yeah it sucks and

Okay, I REFUSE to sit here and let you talk down on yourself like that. I don’t care how true you may think it is, YOU ARE NOT UGLY, Mirah ~ You’re beautiful, from head to toe, melanated skin, curly hair and all. Black women are beautiful, it’s disgusting to me how society has brought some of us to a point where we feel insecure, undesirable, or unworthy of affection from others. My words might not do much to encourage you, because finding confidence (esp as a black girl) takes time. But I really urge you to understand that you can’t expect other ppl to accept you when you don’t even accept yourself. Wish I could give you the BIGGEST hug rn, bc this actually hurts to read :(

Another point, I’ve seen plenty videos of Enhypen (along with other kpop groups) connecting with colored fans in the same way they do with their supporters of a fairer complexion, but I won’t share any of those videos here bc I don’t want you to seek “proof” as a way for you to feel better abt yourself.

On the flip side, let’s say that some ppl in the kpop industry DO have a prejudice (which I’m sure some do): your life and happiness isn’t dependent on their validation.

Let’s not even get started on how a lot of Ni-Ki’s favorite artists are black (Riki Jackson ? Bro would’ve never called himself that if he was racist)… but anyway, colored people like any other group of individuals can b really amazing once they get past their insecurities and embrace the way God made them. Jst know that u can always come to be if your struggling with something or just want to vent <3

[tojisun]

Sorry it turned into a depressing rant

Anon who asked about your fav studio ghibli movie here!

I love howls moving castle so much, I love the part when Sophie starts cleaning the house, I love how comforting it is

I love the sass from everyone, I love how kind Sophie is

I love howls line “I see no point in living if I can’t be beautiful” as much as it sucks I agree with him. I’m not smart so the only thing I can offer is my looks and personality to people I meet. If I’m not beautiful, then what’s the point? Sorry if it sounds shallow but when you have nothing to offer in this world, the only thing I can work on is how good I look and present myself. I know I shouldn’t think like that, it’s damaging

Beauty IS in the eye of the beholder, there will be people who find you attractive and there will be people who won’t. People you find attractive, others won’t, so sometimes I try not to think too much about it since we never know.

All my life I’ve been slow academically. My siblings are all smarter than me so I’m always the dumb one. I’m not skinny but I’m working on it, even tho it’s so hard, but I have to be skinny, my life will definitely turn around when I’m not too self conscious about my body. I know I’ll still have those negative thoughts and even after I’m skinny I won’t be happy but, as of now, I never leave the house, my anxiety about how I look keeps me from taking in person classes. I never want to leave the house unless I look good, because I don’t want anyone seeing me at my worst, I want everyone to see me as the best version of myself. So I never leave, my social skills have tanked since 2020 since that was the last time I took a in person class, and that was in high school 😭😭

I feel so immature and stupid, and people my age (19) are doing better than me. I just give up before I even try, and I’m so behind since I’m in my third year of college and I still don’t have an official major, I’m so behind, and last semester I didn’t take any classes cuz I was so depressed and embarrassed, since I failed two classes. It’s an horrible cycle of pity and dread and I’m scared I’ll never get rid of it. And I’m scared of talking to men, but I’m supposed to get married and have a kid before I’m 30 since you’re more fertile and it’s better to have kids young, and I’d love that but I’m scared my kids will turn out like me, disappointments. And I won’t know how to fix them.

So yeah… we veered off of howls moving castle.. my bad💀

re:

!! this got long im so sorry

first of: pls dont apologize! u are welcome to vent here in my blog, im happy to just be a bouncing wall to u guys (if my usually long responses arent what u guys wanted to see). thank u for trusting me (us) with this and im truly sorry for how late im responding

i do love those parts of howls moving castle! i never understood why howl was lamenting about his looks when i thought he looked beautiful w orange hair. orange used to be my favourite colour ^v^ it isnt one rn but i am still fond of it.

i loved orange even when howl didnt – u are correct that beauty in the eye of the beholder. beauty also goes a long way. it’s a horrible reality but when u grew up fat, u get told so many times about how much better life would be if u could just lose weight. i truly cant tell u when i stopped thinking so little of myself.

honestly love, its just so recent when i felt good enough in my own skin – blemishes n all. i never thought itd get better tbh; i thought itd stay this way but it got better. and im scared to promise to you a range of when it will get better, but i do know that it will.

u feel immature bc u are still young! 19 is so young so pls dont punish urself for feeling young, for thinking young, for not knowing anything past being young yet. as a younger sibling, ik for a fact im still so immature. it took me getting a job (during the weekdays) n going to uni for me to mature up, n i was 20 when that happened. so recent!

i also completed my associates slowly bc i was struggling in college! i once took a sem where i only had one class bc i was so overwhelmed that i had to slowly pace myself so i can keep going. high school babies u n then boom, u get hit w juggling responsibilities in college that kinda makes u wanna quit – but u didnt. u took a break and then bounced back!! my love, if that isnt resilience, then what is?

ive never wanted to settle down. i think its bc i thought id be gone by now that i just dont see myself having a family of my own so i apologize for not knowing how to empathize about the ‘deadline’ but u are just 19. before age 30 is so far away! u have sm to live for in between those years. sm to experience and to meet and to love!

also, not having a major yet is also fine! i declared a minor just this year – and im a fourth year already. pls dont worry. u have time – that is something i wanna keep emphasizing. u have time. it feels like the world is collapsing rn bc of fear and anxiety which, my old therapist told me, is a sign that u (and i) wanna keep going. that u wanna keep living.

and from what i could see, especially coming from me who wanted to just give it all up, that is enough. i know that the reasons behind u working on urself isnt a sustainable mentality, but hopefully one day u will wake up and own ur hard work for urself. not for others.

aaaa this got too long im so sorry, im being emotional on my end but i just want u to know: u are not a disappointment. u arent.

ur alive and ur making connections and ur trying ur best (even though it doesnt feel like that on ur end but u are!!) so how could u be a disappointment? and even if u dont wanna do anything, ur also not a disappointment. not even then.

ur future kids will be so lucky and happy to have u as their mom. and they too will be beautiful; they wont need any fixing bc there isnt anything broken to fix.

i love you. i dont know who u are but i love you. i love all of you.

[faegoddessog]

 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 2/41

Chapter 2: Behind Your Closed Door

Chapter Warnings: (18+), Masturbation, Talk of Casual Sex

Series Masterlist

Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes wishes involved here. Naughty stuff begins about Chapter 4, so stay tuned!

Chapter 2: Behind Your Closed Door

One night, a couple weeks after you meet, you and Austin are talking about your favorite books during dinner.

“Have you ever read Robert Heinlien?” you ask him.

“Like the movie Starship Troopers?” he asks with a curiously worried look.

“Oh lord, please no. I mean yes, but that movie was not… good. There are a few background bits that are indicative of his worlds but… ugh.”

You talk about your favorite book, ‘ Time enough for Love’. About world building he does and the idea of equality, albeit through the lens of the 1960’s. You tell him how his ideas of a matter-of-fact, casual approach to sex really shaped your ideas about it in your formative years. When he asks what you mean you reply:

“Ok, for instance. In the beginning of the book, the main character, Lazarus Long, is in the hospital. He’s the oldest man in the universe, like 2000 years old."

Austin looks at you with slight disbelief.

"Yeah, it’s Sci-fi," you wave away his concern, "He was born in the early 1900’s and has basically done everything and wants to die, which, by the way, is a right that HE built into their society cuz he is the founding father. But they feel he is too important. Much of the book is about his memoirs as they try to get him to agree to being rejuvenated."

Another 'what the heck' look from Austin.

"Again, Sci-fi, suspend that disbelief sugar," you tease him. "Anyway, the book has some misogynistic undertones that were true for the time… , which I’m sure you have come across in your Elvis research."

Austin nods.

"But anyway I digress. There are two nurses in something like full hazmat suits and they have no idea what each other looks like or even each other's gender. But there is a spark between them as they interact over the care of Lazarus. One of them invites the other to 72 Hours of Bliss. This is a society agreed upon practice of 72 hours of no-strings-attached glorious sex, exploration, fun and just leaning into that happy new person energy. And after the time is up, if they want to enter into something further, it’s fine. But if not there are no hard feelings and they part ways as friends. It’s just good sweaty fun. It’s honest and open and there is no ‘trying to get you into bed' games. All parties know and agree to the terms, no mind games or bullshit.”

You close your eyes, head titled back a touch and take a big breath in, “Bliss,” you say with a breathy exhale.

There are a couple beats of silence. You open your eyes tirade over and look at Austin. His full lips are slightly parted. He is staring at you a little intrigued. He blinks and nods his head.

“I see. And have you….?” he rolls his wrist, palm up in a 'keep going' motion.

“What? Have I had 72 hours of bliss?" your hand on yoru chest, "sadly no, I’ve yet to find someone who actually groks it and that I’m actually attracted to.”

“Groks?” he has one eyebrow up.

“Oh sorry, that’s from Heinlein's banned book, Stranger in a Strange Land….You see there is this man who was raised on Mars by Martians and he ends up being like a messiah with superpowers…..”

The two of you talk books and stories into the wee hours. He goes home and you think about how much you wish for those 72 hours with Austin.

>>>>>>>>>

The next week, Austin invites you to join him at a casual dinner with ‘Tom and Rita’, just as friends. You assume these are people from his movie set.

He knocks on your door at the appointed time to ‘pick you up’. You are wearing a sundress, short sleeved open-front sweater and little comfy flats. You curled your usually natural hair into some beachy waves for the evening.

He looks you up and down nodding, “you clean up nice,” he says with a smile.

“You do too, Daddy-O,” you giggle. He has on slacks and a tailored short sleeve button down reminiscent of the 50’s, just like his hair.

You take the elevator a couple floors up and he knocks on the door. The door opens and you realize ‘Tom’ is freaking TOM HANKS!

You keep your cool, although barely. You have always thought celebrities are people too, and you figure that they might enjoy just being treated like average people now and then.

Austin introduces you as his neighbor and new friend. Both Tom and Rita shake hands warmly, you are sure your hands are vibrating with nerves. You hand Rita the little bouquet of flowers you brought as a thank you. You try really hard not to fangirl and don't ask for selfies with them. They are delightful to you and the conversation is great all evening. It’s true what they say about Tom being the nicest guy in Hollywood.

When Rita hears about what you do she is intrigued and asks lots of questions about how you manage it all. You hadn’t planned for this to be a business meeting, but this is how you get jobs! You tell her the things you contract out, which is mainly sheetrock and any major electrical. You show her pictures of the upscale places you have done.

“We want to remodel the kitchen in our home in Greece. I love supporting female businesses, especially in male dominated industries. Let’s meet up and talk about it, maybe tomorrow?” She says, looking at Tom. He nods his head while taking another bite.

“Sure, you can come down and see what I’m doing downstairs,” you offer.

You leave with a potential job opportunity and what feels like a new Aunt and Uncle.

Once you are in the elevator you turn to Austin, “You could have warned me…. You didn’t say it was fucking Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson!!”

“Oh shit, didn’t I tell you I was working with him? I thought you knew, he says eyes wide.

“NO, you most decidedly did not. You owe me Austin,” you poke him in the arm.

“Oh god, I am sorry. Yes I owe you. But damn you handled that amazingly. I didn’t have a clue,’ e his impressed.

“Well I figure even famous people want to be treated like people. If they hire me I will completely forgive you. It could really open some amazing doors for me.”

The elevator dings and the doors slide open. You walk to your door, pulling keys out of your clutch. He gently grabs your elbow. Sparks flash through your skin.

“Hey, thanks for coming with me, you are the best dinner date. And I really am sorry,” he flashes a shy, but winning smile that makes those sparks turn into fire in your core.

“It’s ok Austin, I’m not actually upset," you place your hand on his arm, "I should have known after your ‘Denzel’ name drop," you tease, trying to ignore your arousal.

He laughs and looks down, “you are never gonna let me live that down are you?”

“Never., you laugh, “And now I have ‘Tom and Rita’ in my arsenal!”

He shakes his head, looking down, “I suppose I deserve it.”

He raises his eyes and catches yours in a sexy gaze. Your breath catches in your chest and all teasing and laughter dissipates. You realize he is brushing his fingertips on your arm. You can feel that heat at your core rising into your face as you blush and can’t look away from him.

FUCK. FUCKFUCKFUCK.. You could press this, says your naughty demon side. You should invite him in, see what happens. You could let me off this leash and lure him into your bed…I mean, he touched you first… is still touching you in fact.

Shut up, shut up SHUTUP! hehasagirlfriend FUCK! But you know how cheating can eat away at a person. He is too sweet and kind. You can't make him feel that way. You really like him as a person and have come to value him as a friend. It would make it awkward, he’d stop talking to you.

No matter how much you want to climb onto his lap and ride him until you both cum? Naked skin slapping together, his hands on your tits. Your mouth on his…. SHUT THE FUCK UP SUCCUBUS!!

“I had, um.. better...“ you stutter and point to your door.

He inhales and nods, breaking eye contact and the spell. Pulling his hand away he brushes it nervously through his hair.

Suddenly you realize that he wasn’t aware until just now of how he was stroking your arm, how much he had turned you on with just his eyes and his fingers. He wasn't sure what to do or say now.

You take a big breath, reach out and grab his hand reassuringly. “Thank you for inviting me, I had a great time. Goodnight Austin," you smile at him.

He smiles, grateful that all seems ok between you two, “Goodnight.”

You open the door casually and wave to him as you shut it behind you.

"HOLY FUCK" You hit the door with your back, pull your dress up and slide your hand inside your wet panties. Rubbing yourself to climax while thinking about riding him. You secretly hope he is still outside your door, listening as you cum, moaning his name.

[adalanaisdying]

Rant

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Tell me why whenever someone tells me they like me or whatever they immediately get so ugly to me and I start being repulsed by them

Like wtf is wrong with me ????

This is specifically men tho btw i haven’t experienced this w women but no I am not a lesbian so don’t start. Im pan.

But Fr like, im kinda talking to this guy I met on tinder and im now like super annoyed and slowly getting repulsed by him?? Which is interesting cuz usually it’s immediately but maybe it’s slower cuz I swiped right after initially finding him decently attractive ? Idk.

Idk it’s so complicated. Like I could psychoanalyze it and stuff but I literally just ??? Like idk. I don’t have the mental energy to try and figure out another behaviour of mine on my own in my head.

But overall I think it’s a mix of a few things—- the first being that I feel like none of the people around me are good enough for me or like, I’m just straight up not attracted to anyone in my life rn. And so it’s like when someone confesses feelings for me I’m like, sorry what?? U think you’re good enough to be with me??? And Ik that’s not a good trait but I legit dk how to stop it. But I also think like, it’s not the worst thing in the world for me? Cuz I have a rly RLY bad history of being with people who are so shitty and not good enough for me and etc etc and this is kinda like me realizing my own worth in a way?? I just wish I could be less gross and toxic about it. The second thing is that I feel like I need to be with someone very obviously hotter and better than my ex. Because I feel the need to prove my worth and that I’m not his anymore by doing exceptionally better than him. Which tbh is legit anyone given the fact that he a nearly middle aged pedophile broke coke addict. But still. Idk. I have this weird image/idea of him in my head I can’t kick because of shit. And ig that’s why I feel like no one is better than him ig. And also that I compare legit everyone and everything to him even though he’s a literal sack of shit. The third I think is that I just don’t want to be in a relationship rn maybe?? Like I’m happy by myself. Like yeah it would be really nice to have someone and sex and everything but I feel like I’m just in a spot rn where I just like, don’t want to focus on dating or even have the energy to do that. And I also really don’t want to meet someone online cuz god it’s so hard and such a confidence killer cuz everyone on there just wants one mf thing like 99% of the time and if they don’t I’m not attracted to them. But legit always the second I start focusing on myself a million ppl always find their way into my life and catch feelings etc and I’m just like … what???? Idfk man. But also I feel like I just don’t have the emotional capacity rn to have strong romantic feelings for someone? Like I’ve almost forgotten what it feels like to genuinely like someone. So I guess I’m just super horny and rly want sex. But I’m also not gonna go have a one night stand or fuck someone random etc cuz I only have one body and it’s my pedo ex and it took me a YEAR of his shit to finally sleep with him so I’m like, yeah that’s not gonna work for me. To have sex I need to be in love with someone deadass. And with them long term. This is so fucking annoying. But also whatever it’s not rly that big of a deal I’m just super annoyed by it all.

[bunnyyamor]

Wish You Were Sober

ଘ ⟆ haikyuu m.list. ⟆ taglist. ଘ pairing. shoyo hinata x fem! reader ଘ wc: 3K .

ଘ the idea was based off of this tiktok! you and your ex have just broken up and you want to get away from all the stresses in life. your friend invited you to a college party and there you meet your high school boyfriend hinata. all the feelings from the past resurface and you have to make a decision between your ex or hinata.

ଘ content: abuse, alcohol, throwing up cuz of drinking

the click of your diamond beaded heels echoed in the night. you were invited to a party by your friend. it was to celebrate her finishing her college courses. you were proud of her, she accomplished something many could not. 

you wore a tight sparkle silver dress that hugged your curves. it was short and made you feel empowered and beautiful. you looked up to see her dorm have people out in the front conversing with red cups and whatever liquid inside of them. there were decorations plastered on the building. some read “congrats” and “we knew you could do it.” you started wondering if you would ever have that same amount of glory.

as you made your way up the stairs your phone started beeping with texts. quickly and nonchalantly you opened up your phone to read your boyfriend’s whining and begging. again a fight. again he put his hands on you. you always wondered when was enough, enough. you were starting to believe you were at your breaking point. you were starting to come undone and crumble from the constant abuse. you knew it was wrong, it was not right and you always told yourself this was the moment you were done with him but a piece of you still loved him. or maybe you assumed the feeling you felt was love, maybe you depended on him, maybe you felt whole with him. it all was confusing to you. the words “i’m sorry” and “it will never happen again” filled the screen on your phone. yeah, you’ve heard that before. 

with a sigh you forcefully shoved your phone, with already read texts, in your purse. this wasn’t your day it was your friends. but that is when you entered and something happened inside you. 

“no fuckin way!” you shouted as you saw your best friend hinata. hinata and you were a couple in highschool then you both went to college in different areas. he was far away and you were…here. you both kept in contact via texts, calls, video call. but to see him here made your heart do somersaults. you both had dated in highschool and there he was a young dork. ginger locks that you loved combing your fingers through. you were starting to heat up looking at him in the distance. your mouth parted as your heart continued to patter like wings of a hummingbird. 

“hinata?” you scrambled to get closer to him. you were like a magnet with him. 

hinata turned around and that’s when his eyes widened with pure joy and his mouth created a huge toothy grin. “y/n?” he opened up his arms and you ran into them. feeling safe. feeling home. 

right away you noticed hinata’s attractiveness. from playing volleyball for college his arms were formed and so were his legs. he was taller now and his jaw was formed. he looked like a man. his fingers were thicker and had calluses on them from constant use of the ball. he wore a cap backwards, his red hair peaking. then he wore a sweatshirt jersey of his college with some basketball shorts. he wore vans and always of course he had his key chain strap sticking out of his shorts, something he used to do as a teen. 

“i can’t believe you’re here!” you said happily, giggling from excitement. hinata brought his hands up and softly touched your cheeks, rubbing heavenly touches on the apples of them. you noticed he had a couple of yarn woven bracelets on and that made you smile. he was still the happy sunshine. “i wish i would of known, i would of picked you up!”

hinata gave a lopsided grin, “it’s all good. no worries. your friend wanted to surprise you. she texted me a couple weeks ago. i’m staying at the hotel near your house. but surprise!”

you embraced him again and inhaled him. he was such a comfort to you. he still smelled like his body soap, fresh and clean. “i missed you so much hinata.”

“i missed you even more, beautiful.” he gently lifted you up from the floor. “remember i used to hug you like this in highschool.”

“oh my god yes,” you rolled your eyes as you playfully smacked him. “my skirt used to always fly up and you would threaten all your teammates that whoever saw under my skirt you would shove the volleyball up their asses.”

hinata blushed as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. “i remember that. god i was really embarrassing.��

“don’t be,” you went by him, in the kitchen. you grabbed a red cup and filled it with rum and coke. “i always loved that about you.” why were you flirting? you literally still had unfinished business with your ex. that’s when it harped on you, did hinata know. he must of. sometimes when on your late night calls with him it would slip out. hinata would see the bruises and hear some things that were questionable. he always said you were too good for your ex and that he wanted you away from him, adding that you could always stay with hinata. 

downing your drink and wanting to forget about your ex, your life, the stresses, you imagined what life would be like if you and hinata would have worked out. what if you did take him up on the offer and stay with him? you might actually be happy. 

you shook your head as you quickly beelined to the bathroom. there you stared in the mirror, noticing some tears forming beads around your eyes. when you and hinata called it quits before college, you felt as if your heart had been broken in two. you loved hinata, still do but the long distance you felt was too much. not for you but for hinata. you felt hinata was going to find some other beautiful girl that wasn’t fucked up and that deserved him. that was your conclusion. hinata was too good for you and he was. during highschool you were the one in tears, frustrated, usually the one to give up and he was the happy go lucky. the smiles king. he deserved someone else that made him smile, not made him sad. you were friends with him, that's all you two could ever be and you had to accept that. hinata deserved the best and that wasn’t you. besides he probably had a girlfriend by now. 

you wiped the lonely tears away and opened the bathroom door. hinata was on the opposite side of the wall, leaning against it with a red cup in his hand. his eyebrows stitched together worried as he motioned to you quickly. “hey, you okay?” his eyes searched yours as he huddled over you in height. 

you nodded, not wanting him to know your pain. “bro, when in the hell did you get so fuckin tall?”

hinata’s face changed to a grin as he kissed the top of your head. you knew that he knew you were faking it. he knew you that well. “well, when the fuck did you get so short, bruh?”

you both snickered. hinata shouted to get everyone's attention while holding onto you by the shoulder, making you completely glued to his side. 

“hey everyone!” hinata drew his cup up high in the air. “ let’s get fucked up!!!!” he screamed as others hollered and cheered.

you and hinata had done beer pong which you had amazingly won. then hinata did a pushup contest with other guys which he had won. so you two were a tie for winning this night. it was becoming the best night ever for you. hinata would not leave your side no matter how many guys tried to force him to leave to go to another party or how many girls wanted hinata to dance with them, hinata chose you and held your hand the entire night. 

you however were starting to feel the alcohol and you succumbed to its strengths. feeling the loneliness and pain be covered by the high of the burning sensation of it seeping down your throat.

“you know i can lick my elbow?” you chuckled like a little kid, shushing hinata to tell him the secret of your powers. you noticed hinata did not drink as much. only having a couple shots and beers but now he was drinking water. was he watching out for you and making sure nothing happened to you? 

hinata looked down at his water and gave a small smile. “nah, i don’t believe that.”

you gave a maniacal laugh, making hinata find you even more cute. “oh buddy trust me, believe it. i’m gonna post this on yuptube and it's gonna go viral.”

“oh yeah?”

“definatelyyyyyyyy!” you sang. “just look.” you put your elbow up and tried to lick the end. your face was hilarious and hinata busted out laughing, sliding down the wall. no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t do it. hinata bellowed out a belly laugh, tears falling down his face from laughter. “sweetheart, i don’t think you can do it.”

“awww, no i can,” you pouted. as you tried to bash your head to try to stick your tongue to your skin, the motion caused you to trip over your feet and land onto hinata. 

“woah, you okay y/n?”

“mwahahaha, i just fell. i guess i can’t lick my elbow.” you cackled. 

hinata helped you stand up and looked in your eyes, hands again pressed to your cheek like an overprotective boyfriend. “i think you need to drink some water, love. stay right here while i get you some.”

hinata was quick with your water and he was right. you were starting to not even be able to remember your name.

“more, little more.” he kept pushing your cup further and further for you to drink more. 

you were starting to feel a little bit better, “thank you.” some water dripped down your lips to your chin and hinata caught his sleeve to pick up the mess. he wiped it away for you.

“hinata?” you grabbed onto his hands tightly. loving how perfect they fit with yours. these hands never hurt you, never slapped, punched, pushed you. hinata’s hands were hands of gold and hands that brought comfort. 

“yes, beautiful?”

“can you dance with me?” you looked up at him with an eye full of wonder and amazement. it was like he witnessed the most beautiful creation to ever walk on this earth, that was how he felt about you. “please, hinata.”

hinata bent down and kissed your forehead with such love that it was more than you ever felt with your ex. 

“of course.” hinata grabbed your hand and led you to the living room of your friend’s. the music that was blaring was club music, it was a party after all. hinata didn’t like this taste of music to dance with you so he led you somewhere else. “c’mon, i have a better idea.” hinata looked at each bedroom. one was being occupied by a couple having sex to which hinata covered your eyes as if you didn’t know or never had sex in your life. 

“umm, hinata you know i’ve had sex before.”

hinata sighed, “yeah i know. unfortunately,” he mumbled the last word. 

you were confused, was he mad that you were in a relationship with your current…thing? you were so indecisive. you didn’t know where you and your ex stood.

“here,” hinata guided you into another bedroom on the top floor, away from everyone. “how’s this sweetie?” he had a smile as big as the sun. he twirled you like a princess, holding you steady after on your hips. your heart sped faster with his hands so close to your skin. his fingers dug a bit tighter in your hips and he rubbed the fabric there. it was like an electrical shock. 

“hinata,” you whispered, eyes on him as his mouth opened slightly, a blushing mess as he heated up. 

“let’s just dance.” he grabbed his phone and put on a giveon's song ‘i want you.’ it was slow, sensual. the lyrics spoke the words that you and he were trying hard to find. they were right in your mouth, waiting to spill. they were in your heart and you knew. it was always him. it was always hinata. 

“hinata, i don’t-”

“shhh,” hinata slid you closer as his hand landed on your ass and guided to the back of your neck. then his hands dripped down to your arms, grabbing your hands, holding onto them like his life depended on it.

the air was hot, sexy, it was simple. two humans that wanted to love each other but it was not the right time. oh how you could go back in time. how you wish you could have worked things out with hinata. 

“you mean everything to me hinata.” your lips trembled wanting to give up everything to him. but things were complicated. hinata grabbed your face again in his hands, wiping your tears away. 

“i know baby, shhh, i know. you know i never got over you. all those nights trying with some other girl it never worked because they weren’t you. i thought about the way you talk, the way you laugh, your clothing, your smell, touch, all those made an impact on me that i don’t want to live without you. i settled for friends but i can’t. i need more. i want more. and i know you have that guy-”

you went with your gut. you couldn’t handle the separation anymore. in one swift movement you stood on your tiptoes and crashed your lips onto hinata’s. hinata carried you and wrapped your legs around his torso, diving deeper in the kiss. you both moaned and clashed with fury. teeth against teeth, passion against passion. it was like an explosion.

hinata put his hands on your ass and clawed there. you rummaged your fingers through his locks, feeling the soft hair on your skin. hinata groaned as he landed against the wall and slid down with you still connected, him still holding onto you. he landed on the floor with you on his lap as you two made out even more. 

“i can’t believe how beautiful you are y/n. every time i see you, you get even more beautiful. no other girl can compare. you are so special to me.” his kisses went down to your neck where you grinded on his clothed shorts. 

you couldn’t believe what you were doing. you still were with someone and he was currently blowing up your phone. 

“i love you y/n. i love you with everything i have.” hinata muttered against your neck, feeling your pulse quicken. 

“hinata i-” then the feeling came up. not of love and not of passion but of barfing. “i think i’m gonna throw up.” you quickly stood up and ran to the bathroom, holding it in till you made it to the toilet. 

hinata’s eyes widened in that instant. what a turn of events. “oh, i’m coming!”

he was a gem. a pure ray of sunshine. 

as you hurled unstoppable in the toilet of your friend's house, hinata held your hair away from your face so that it didn’t mesh with your vomit. “aww you poor thing. i knew i shouldn’t have let you drink so much.”

you wiped your mouth with the wet napkin that hinata gave you and leaned against the bathtub of the bathroom. “it’s okay. i wanted to forget, i wanted to space out.” as you shifted on the floor your whole neck was exposed showing hinata the bruise.

“what did he do?” his eyes were dark and he was all of a sudden so angry. you saw his fists turn white from the clenching. 

“i don’t know-”

“that monster. that fucking disgusting piece of trash. did he hit you again?”

“he swore that this was the last time hinata. he said he wouldn’t do it again-”

hinata scoffed, “yeah he says that every single fucking time! y/n can’t you see this guy is fuckin terrible for you! you deserve so much better!”

your head was pounding and the room was spinning. your thoughts were not coherent. you wanted your ex and hinata. it was the same cycle. again you felt drawn to your ex, it was an unshakable feeling, one you never understood. why do you still love your ex? or did you love him? it all didn’t make sense and you were starting to get more sick.

“please hinata. i can’t right now, can you please hand me my phone. it’s in the bedroom.” you went again to vomit in the toilet. 

hinata went to retrieve the phone and he saw there were tons of messages flooding your lockscreen. ‘i’m sorry baby’ ‘you mean the world to me’ ‘i promise i won’t do it again’ ‘i love you’ ‘i need you’ ‘i don’t know what i will do without you.’ hinata was pissed because it was the same shit. the same shit you fell for. hinata loved you and bless your heart, he truly didn’t understand why you would go back to that heathen. hinata shook his head. he just pronounced his love for you and he knew that you were going to go back. 

defeated he gave you your phone, “here.” he leaned against the bathroom wall and just got a good look at you. all of a sudden sadness just overwhelmed him so much that he felt he was going to cry. how much you meant to him. “please y/n, please don’t go.” he stopped his lips from trembling. 

tears fell from your eyes and you knew it, he knew it. you were going back. “i’m sorry hinata.” you stood up and bent down to kiss his forehead. “maybe in another life.” 

hinata looked outside to see your boyfriend’s car there and in a split second he picked you up and you were gone. hinata felt he lost again. 

it was 4 in the morning and hinata was tossing and turning in his sleep. he was sweating and his heart was having palpitations. he was anxious. he hated himself for letting you get in that car with that man. what if that was the last time he would see you? what if he would hit you again or worse? he blamed himself. called himself a coward. he thought love could conquer everything. 

hinata got up to drink some water as his nerves were making his throat dry. a ding went off on his phone to show he got a message. as he looked he saw a text from you. right on the top of his phone read the words, loml. 

‘i don’t deserve you.’

hinata again felt the tears. they blurred his vision as he tried texting back everything he wanted to say, ‘please y/n. come here. stay with me, i will protect you and care for you.’

hinata shook his head, did he deserve this treatment? were you toxic? no, no he didn’t think like that. you were in a tight spot and his best friend. you were his everything. you meant the world to him. 

‘i’m sorry hinata. i really am. i can’t do this again. i need you. i want you. i told him we we’re done.’

hinata read the text over and over. was this real life? he quickly dialed your number, afraid for your life that you broke up with your boyfriend. 

“hello,” you cried on the other end.

“oh my god! y/n, are you okay? are you really done with him? is this really over?” you cried on the other end, “i wanted to go with you today hinata. i really did. i was just confused about everything. but i feel safe with you. i feel comforted by you. i feel happy and loved and just like i can do anything when i am with you. that kiss today was the best feeling ever. it meant so much to me and made me feel and know the truth.”

hinata held back his sobs and nodded, “can you get here? do you need me to pick you up?”

“it’s okay, i’m already here.” hinata could hear you smile on the other end. 

he sped to the door and opened it as fast as possible. and there you were. in his doorway, shivering from the rain storm that was outside. and on your face was a big fat bruise on your eye. hinata gasped and had a face of horror. “y/n.” he went to the bed and grabbed his fluffy blanket wrapping you in it. “you can change your clothes in a bit to get dry. i have some extra hoodies and shorts. but you poor thing, my sweetie.” hinata carried you again like he always used to do in highschool. he carried you to his bed and placed you on his lap. embracing you and kissing you lightly all over the face. 

“it’s okay. i should have done this sooner,” you gave a lopsided grin. “one more thing hinata?”

hinata tilted his head in question. 

“i love you, too.”

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[unfriedough]

hi can i order zuko hcs with a waterbender or a forgotten one? sorry if you got confused, it's just that english is not my first language

‘Watergirl & Fireboy’- Zuko x female!reader

Masterlist <3

An: GOOD DAY FRIENDS. AHHH. tbh this is my best title yet.

I'm not sure what you meant by the forgotten one, but if you want to resend another ask, I can write you something again <3

(Your english was pretty good tho anon! good job!)

Summary:

Water bender gf firebender bf, yes. (Fn is fire Nation I used that at some point haha)

Warnings: mild comic spoilers.

Dating Zuko is super wholesome.

And the dynamic of water and fire is so chaotic

At first, it was a bit of a shocker, as you’re complete opposites

But also made sense

Opposites attract

Anyways

Honestly nothing interesting happens in the gAang part of this story so I’m going to slide right past it

Fire lord and his lady

Notice the his

You’re not married yet haha

So you’re just his girlfriend for the time being as he’s adjusting

The peeps of the fn are definitely surprised

And not happy

Why is there a water SCUM here 🤨🤚

Some like the idea

Like ‘oooh diversityyy’

But others like the new ozai society opt to say you suck

Smh

It’ll be a super new concept

I’m talking a mixed wedding

I’m talking a mixed wedding

For example

The ring or whatever would have aspects from your culture as well as his

For example a blue dragon, pretty cute idea

He definitely had Sokka/Katara’s help with it though

For fighting and stuff, you guys are the dream team.

I mean like

Water and fire

Ugh goals

But yeah

Y’all are a force to be reckoned with yk?

In the palace, water tribe decor would for sure be incorporated

Some blue some red some dragons some penguins etc

It’d be such a vibe

Other rulers now not only look down on him because he is a CHILD, they now also feel superior as he married someone from outside his nation

Katara and Sokka would probably take on your protective siblings role.

So like, Zuko would get lectured anytime he was annoying to you

He’s just a baby-

Sparring would be kinda fun

Cuz like fire v water

Like you do the octopus arms and he’s like shooting at you

All in good fun ofc

And training

You would probably have an important role in his life

Like his advisor

So your next to him in all those boring meeting he has to sit through

You accompanied him on the search for his mom

We’re ignoring the promise comic because that's not my baby, he kinda was weird in that one?

Yikers 😒

Travelling to the watertribe would be so funny because you are more used to it so can like wear less coats but Zuko’s got his AND your coats all piled up and looks like a little marshmallow 😩

The watertribe siblings would 100% make fun of him

Trying each others foods like culture wise would be such a blast

Like he has some water tribe delicacies and you the same with fire nation

He would be evil and give you the ones he doesn’t like too just to see your cute face get annoyed

He’s secretly evil guys

The fact that you’re like always cold and he’s always WARM is funny, because he would heat you up, But you

Being the little gremlin you are

😈.

Place your COLD hands on his stomach or arms and stuff and he like shivers.

“Hey Yn did yOU - STOP” literally squealing

Anyways, yall opened up new opportunities for biracial marriages in the fire nation and water tribes. 😌

But yeah, fireboy and watergirl

An: This was so short and written late at night and yeah okay I’m tired. As always, hope you enjoyed reading, SEE YA! <3

[xoxo-teddybear]

Competition - Bakugou Katsuki - Victorious Inspired

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff(ish), Crack, Jealous Bakugou, tatted Bakugou Cuz we love a lil spice

Summary: You were doing homework online with your friends when a needy Bakugou wanted your attention and was pouty when he didn’t get it. After Mina slipped up and said something stupid, Bakugou assumed horrible things and went over only to find out something so very comical.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

You were in your second year of college and the work was killing you. Thankfully, this time around, your assignment was the slightest bit easier, as it was a group project. You, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Mina were currently working on the project through the computer while being on video chat. The night was still young and you still had plenty to do.

“Okay, after I type in this paragraph, what should the next section be abou-“ You were cut off by the sound of a little French bulldog barking and scampering your way. The cute little black dog jumped onto your lap and made itself comfortable, causing you to look down and smile at it before petting it’s ears.

“Awww, look at the little puppy!” Mina said.

“He’s cute, right? I’m watching him for my neighbor while he’s at his football game.” You explained.

“You live next to a football player?!” The pink girl exclaimed.

“I do,” you said with a smile.

“Figures. I live next to an old man who likes to throw lemons at me!” She ranted. The group all laughed at her before continuing the job.

You all worked and finished about 4 pages of the assignment. While in the midst of the 5th page, your boyfriend requested to join your video chat. “Oop, hold on. Suki’s asking to join.”

You added your junior high school sweetheart to the call and was met with a frustrated pout. “Hi babe!” You squealed.

The group all tried to say their greetings to their friend but he spoke before they could. “Where have you been?”

“What? At home.” You said.

“I’ve been calling you, texting you, and basically blowing up your phone, and you haven’t been answering for hours!” He whined. His friends got a small kick out of seeing their tough friend be a softie for his girlfriend and remained quiet to enjoy the show.

“Sorry. I’ve been doing homework and-“

“What is that? Why do you have that animal on you?” He interrupted and asked as he slanted his eyes towards the small canine.

“It’s my neighbor’s dog,” you said with a pitched voice as you cradled the pup closer, almost like you were defending it’s honor.

“Her neighbor, the football player.” Mina mentioned with a sly voice. You shut your eyes and released a slow sigh as you knew what was coming.

“Football player?!” Bakugou shouted.

“Why? Why would you say that?” You said to Mina with a disappointed tone. She was one of his friends, she knew what the reaction would’ve been.

“Sorry,” she genuinely said.

“Why are you doing favors for some football player and what is he doing for you?” Bakugou seethed.

“There’s nothing going on, he’s just-“

“I’m coming over there.” He blatantly said.

“No- no. You don’t need to-“ without letting you finish, Bakugou signed off and went to get ready for his leave. You sighed at your jealous boyfriend and threw shady eyes towards Mina.

—

Some time had passed and your group had finished the 7th page. Almost done! Thank god for this being a small little assignment. Unfortunately, your boyfriend’s little fuss put you all behind schedule a little and it didn’t help that he finally made his arrival to add a little more drama to the show.

A bang was heard at your door. “Open up Y/N!”

“Uhh, I think you’re getting robbed Y/N.” Kaminari said.

“Nah, it’s just Suki.” You said to the blonde through the screen. You then turned to your front door to speak to your boyfriend who was on the other side. “You’re being ridiculous!”

Bang! Bang! Bang! “I need to talk to you!” He said.

“Sorry, door’s locked!” You replied. Unfortunately, the door busted open and you sighed in frustration. “And now it’s not.”

“He has a key?” Kirishima asked.

“No, he has a foot.” You said and then turned to your boyfriend with a sarcastic but also genuine smile. “Hi baby.”

And now here stood your angry boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki. He was dressed in his combat boots, a pair of black jeans and a white tee. He held a dark green bomber jacket in his hands that he wore due to the slightly cold weather out in the night. With the jacket off, his fully tatted arms were exposed along with the few tattoos that adorned his neck. He had his silver chain on along with a few rings and his cross piercing on his left ear and a few other random ones on his right. To anyone else, your boyfriend looked like a ruffian especially with his motorcycle that was surely parked out front. He definitely was an attractive man. Girls wanted him, guys wanted to be him, and you felt so blessed to have him and have him want you and only you.

He looked like the typical bad boy who was mean as fuck and also happened to be good at everything he did. In reality, he was just your Suki who was a softie that can be a little tempered at times. Like right now.

“What is going on?!” He asked in frustration.

“You just kicked my door open!” You said as you pointed to the evidence.

“Put the dog down and tell me about this football asswipe who lives next door!” He demanded.

“No! I will not put the dog down!” You said, cradling the sweet baby even closer.

“Oh you’re not?!” He said in a threatening tone but you knew your boyfriend would never do any real harm.

“No! If you want to meet the football player then you can wait to talk to him when he gets back.” You said.

“Then I’ll wait for him!” He said, taking a seat a little bit behind you from your setup on the couch’s ottoman.

“Fine!” You said, turning back to your friends. After a second, you realized something and turned back to face him. “No kiss?”

He only stuck his tongue out at you to which you pouted in anger and did the same before turning around. However, you smiled once you felt him come up from behind you and place a peck on your cheek before going back to his spot on the couch.

“Awwww,” your group of friends cooed to which you and Bakugou both smiled and rolled your eyes.

—

Some more time passed and eventually, Mina and Kirishima both grew too tired (thanks to that college schedule) and signed off for the night. Surprisingly, Kaminari was the one who stayed up with you to continue to do the work and was more than happy to help.

“Guess it’s just you and me.” You said to the electric blonde.

“And me.” Your boyfriend said with sass in the background of your screen.

You and Kaminari continued to work until you got to the 15th and final page. Like what was previously said, very easy, very simple, very short. All you had to do was finish this last page and you’d be done! Unfortunately, the universe had different plans and an expected knock was heard at your door.

“Ouu, is that the football player?” Kaminari cooed and teased knowing Bakugou would hear.

“Yeah,” you laughed. “Come in!” You kindly called.

“Yeah, COME IN!” Your boyfriend rudely said, setting himself up to sit a little straighter and look a little meaner.

To his surprise, in came a young boy who was dressed in his school representative hoodie and a pair of sweats. “Hi Y/N!”

“Hi Ryu!” You said to the young boy who took a seat next to you. “Katsuki, this is my next door neighbor, Ryu. Ryu, this is my boyfriend, Katsuki.”

“Nice to meet you mister!” The boy said with excitement as he looked towards your “scary” boyfriend in the back.

“Hello Ryu.” Your boyfriend said in a defeated tone that he hid with a smile and wave towards the little boy. You smirked at your boyfriend as you recognized his tone. The tone he usually had when you proved him wrong. Ryu being the sweet boy he is also waved towards your friend at the camera to be polite.

“What’s up little man,” Kaminari said as a greeting. Ryu turned to you to pick up his little frenchie.

“Thanks for taking care of Natsu!” He said sweetly.

“Anytime kiddo!” You said, giving him the dog. Ryu pet his pup for a second before looking back at Bakugou and whispering to you. Luckily, it was loud enough for Bakugou to hear.

“Your boyfriend looks really cool!” He whispered excitedly.

“I know!” You whisper-yelled back with a smile. Kaminari let out a little laugh while Bakugou had a sad face. He felt guilty for wanting to come here to beat the shit out of a football player, only for that football player to be a cool lil kid who thought he was pretty cool too.

“Well thanks again! Bye now!” Ryu said before getting up and leaving with his dog. You waved at them until the door shut, you crossed your legs and smiled as Katsuki got up with a sigh and took Ryu’s seat next to you.

“Wow Bakugou, looks like you got some competition!” Kaminari teased. Bakugou only sighed and rubbed his temples with one hand before feeling you push on his shoulder.

“You gonna say you’re sorry~” you teasingly asked.

“You didn’t tell me he was 9!” He argued.

“You didn’t give me a chance!” You laughed out. Bakugou flopped onto his back as he began bantering with you. You both went back and forth and Kaminari chuckled to himself before signing off to let the cute couple have their time in privacy.

Bakugou remained on his back until you poked his face and he grabbed you before flipping the both of you over so that you were under him. He flopped down onto your body, getting comfortable on your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair in a successful attempt to soothe him.

“Just wanted some attention from my baby.” He muffled out with a small blush. You smiled and looked towards your screen.

“Well Kaminari signed off, Natsu’s gone, and it’s just you and me. You now have my undivided attention, Suki.” You said. Bakugou sighed in content before going up to place a kiss on your lips.

“Good.” He said before tucking his head into the crevasse of your neck. You held him close while he played the small spoon and you both cuddled up nicely. If it was attention he wanted, it was attention he’d get.

Tag list: @sxcker4you @aomi04 @tessabrown101 @ebiharachan

[ohworm-writes]

hello! :) so u know how kuon has a crush on sniper right ? can i get an imagine where reader is jealous bc of kuon, cuz u know, her crush on sniper etc etc (sorry i'm just vv lazy at typing), and how sniper reacts to it ?? can u make it like they're still friends but have mutual feelings for each other as they hang out as a unit, and they get together in the end bc sum confessions happened !! sorry if u don't get it i'm rlly bad at explaining but thank u in advance if u do this !! <33

High-Rise Invasion/Tenkuu Shinpan: Sniper Mask Boyfriend Imagine

high-rise invasion/tenkuu shinpan masterlist

‼ Jealous Reader (over Kuon) + Make up + Confession ‼

Featuring: Sniper Mask, Yuri Honjo, Mayuko Nise (implied), Kuon Shinzaki (implied)

Warnings: frustrated Y/n, crushes, jealousy

a/n - good GODS this has been in my inbox for a while and i’m so so so sorry for not posting it way sooner! hopefully you see this anon, and i hope you enjoy!

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you had developed a crush on the man in the mask ever since you first joined Yuri's little group

you couldn't really tell what it was the drew you to him

he was silent, dismissive, and he was a Mask for goodness sake!

but none of that deterred you from the attraction you garnered for him

you always found yourself trying to interact with him

whether it was offering your help with something that he was doing, or simply keeping him company

most times he brushed you off, walking away and not giving you an answer

other times he silently accepted your offer

those times the two of you would sit in comfortable silence, just enjoying one another's presence

you cherish moments like these for a very specific reason

Kuon

now you had nothing against the girl!

... at first

she seemed nice enough, always eager to help, and full of ignorant innocence

but then you realized her (very obvious) crush on the masked man

the way she got flustered around him so easily

the way she clung to him like a lost child

at first, you thought maybe she saw him as a parental figure, seeing how young she was

but that thought was (very) quickly thrown to the wind when you saw her wrapped up in his jacket, blushing like the schoolgirl she was and giggling to herself

so what she liked him? you liked him too, maybe the two of you could bond over that!

that's what you told yourself

of course, you never acted on it

it was simple, you were too jealous to do so

you noticed how Sniper Mask welcomed all her little instances without a care in the world

not giving a damn when she clung to him

or batting an eye at her obvious fangirling

it pissed you off

naturally, you began to avoid Kuon

and Sniper Mask simultaneously

you avoided the two of them whenever you could

when you saw them walking towards you, you kept to the opposite side of the wall and walked quickly past them

when you all usually ate together, you picked up your food and ate outside

you were simply, undeniably jealous

you didn't think Sniper Mask cared about it, not that you could tell under his mask

but in actuality, he was confused as to why you avoided him all of the sudden

so, he opted to ask you one day

You shut the door to the dining room rather aggressively as you exited, but you couldn't care less. You let your body slump against the adjacent wall, your plate of food resting on your lap.

Today had been... exhausting, to say the least. Kuon was on her usual actions of pining over 'Mr. Mask', crossing your way a few more times than you would have liked. During your meeting earlier with her and Yuri, your fellow mouthless masked allies, she had the gall to talk on and on about how much she adored him.

You hated it.

You looked down at your food, a scowl finding its place on your features. You glared at it, pushing the pieces around with your fork, not noticing a door open and close right in front of you.

"Jesus, if that food was alive, it would be 6 feet under with the glare you're giving it." You hear a gruff voice call from in front of you. A voice you would rather not be hearing right now.

You continue to move around the food, staying silent as the man awkwardly stands in front of you, unsure of what to do with himself in this situation. "Is it, uh, okay if I sit here?" He asks, which finally makes you look up.

He had a plate of food between his own hands, his jacket gone and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His mask covered his face, per usual, but it seemed much more lopsided than usual.

You give him a shrug in response, looking back down at your food again. He stands there for a moment, before taking a seat right next to you, your knees almost touching. "You don't mind if I eat with you, right?"

His question makes your eye twitch. Was he seriously trying to be all buddy-buddy with you now? You shrugged again, not giving him as much as a single word.

You heard him sigh, setting his food to the side before he speaks again. "Alright, what's going on?" He asks, making your body tense up. "Nothing." You shoot back, scowling.

"What happened to the Y/n that stayed up and talked about their life for hours? What happened to the Y/n that told me horrible jokes to try and get a reaction out of me? Huh? What happened to them?"

That broke you.

You were angry, furious even. Was he trying to blame this on you? You didn't do anything wrong! If it wasn't for Kuon, maybe you would still be that person! If it wasn't for her, you could still be friends with him! You could be-

"What?" You hear him say softly, much softer than his previous tone. Shit, did you say that out loud? "Yeah, you did." He says again, looking at you with a concerned expression on his face, not that you could tell.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lash out. I just- I’ve been-" You stutter, trying to find the right words. He laughs at that, actually laughs at it.

His laugh is hearty, warm, almost inviting you to laugh along with him. You don't, but he quickly composes himself, making your head turn towards him.

"Why on Earth were you jealous of Kuon?" He asks honestly, watching at how the invisible gears turn in your head, searching for an answer. You sigh heavily, running a hand across your face as you shake your hands while you speak.

"I just- she’s always there with you. She's latched onto you 24/7! I can't get 5 minutes alone with you before she comes barging in." You rant, frustration evident in your shaky voice.

"I just wanted to be your friend, be close with you. I can never do that because she's-she's there." You groan, hugging yourself with your arms. "I sound like a selfish idiot now, huh?"

You laugh dryly, frowning. He sighs, but a smile plays at his lips. "Y/n." He begins, his hand resting you your forearm. "You know she would never purposefully do that. She just, she has an infatuation with me I guess."

He sighs dramatically, earning a chuckle from you. "But." He tells you, watching your eyes as he speaks. "That doesn't mean I didn't miss you."

Your heart skips a beat at his comment, face flushing softly. "Kuon also misses you. You might not have caught onto it, but she looks up to you." He explains, smiling at how your expression softens, mumbling a soft 'she does?' to him.

He nods, laughing once more. "Come on, have dinner with the rest of us. We can't have you sitting alone out here anymore." You roll your eyes, but take him up on his word. He leads you back to the other, Kuon frantically waving over to the two of you the second you pass through the door.

"Y/n! Come sit with me!" She yells excitedly. Maybe you were wrong about her.

after that interaction, the three of you were all on much better terms

yes, kuon still had her habits, but he toned them WAY down after you explained to her how it made you feel

she teased the hell out of you for it too

you, of course, shrugged it off

but you never told her that she was wrong

you were happy to be on good terms with Sniper Mask again

he made a lot more time for you

your old interactions coming back at full force, and some new ones

he loved to take you on little walks on the high rises

he also made it a point to teach you how to shoot his rifle

which was terrifying, but exhilarating

you fell for him harder and harder every day

one day, you ranted your feelings out to Kuon

and while she wasn't surprised, it warmed her heart to see how much you loved him

yes, she crushed on him too, but that didn't take away from the obvious connection she saw between the two of you

unbeknownst to you, Sniper Mask had come to her about the same things

his usually cold demeanor broke whenever he talked with you

he genuinely enjoyed your company, he wanted more of it

and then some

so, she put a plan together

operation "get Mr. Mask and Y/n together" is a go!

she took it all very seriously

making sure you guys get paired together for scouting missions? that's all her

convincing Sniper Mask to get you little gifts and things? of course

overall, the best wing-woman you could ask for

however, the one thing she didn't have anything to do with was his confession to you

he could have used her help with it, that much was clear

but he wanted to tell you how he felt, no help necessary

Sniper Mask had told you earlier this morning to meet you at his room when the sunset before he rushed to get out of your vicinity like you were a plague. Granted, it hurt your feelings, but you couldn't stand him up.

You knocked gently on the wooden door, stepping back and waiting patiently for it to open. After about a minute, while you had heard nothing, you went to knock again.

Your efforts were proved useless as the door swung open hastily, revealing a disheveled Sniper Mask. His usual blazer and fedora were long forgotten, his hair messy, strands pointing this way and that. His mask sat lopsided on his face, still covering it fully.

"H-hey Y/n." He mumbled out, you offered him a wave as he awkwardly shuffled to the side, opening the door as an incentive for you to come in. You stepped inside, walking to the center of the room as you heard him close the door behind you.

You turned to speak to him again, but those thoughts were cast aside as you felt his hands settle onto your cheeks and his lips molding with yours. It startled you, you're eyes open in shock as you looked at him. His mask was completely off, thrown somewhere in the room, but he didn't seem to have a care in the world.

You quickly melted into the kiss, bringing your hands up to gently hold onto his forearms. He hummed, taking a moment before pulling away, leaving the two of you to gasp for air as he rested his forehead against yours. You opened your eyes to meet his, full of adoration.

"I, uh, I think I'm in love with you?" It was more of a question, but you took it happily. You laughed softly, your fingers rubbing small circles in his forearms.

"Was that what that was?"

[razzle-berry]

I have to get this off my chest cuz damn if no one wants to say it, I will! We all know how shitty Quirk society is when it comes to mutation quirks, being quirkless, subtle quirks, or quirks that are just perceived as evil. So I’d like to request hc’s of Shoji, Shinsou, Aizawa, and Fatgum with an s/o that hates people that judge quirks or try to let the bullshit slide.

For example, Shoji’s s/o dislikes Pony from Class 1-B for how she insulted Shoji’s appearance despite not knowing him at all, so she tends to keep a stone face or glare on anyone like that unless they apologize. Would deadass say “He’s not the monster here, you are.”

Shinsou’s s/o would openly call people cowards/idiots for antagonizing Shinsou’s quirk when it could be used for interrogating villains and subtletly get information from enemy sources, so she’s more than happy to defend him and others like him.

And Aizawa’s/Fatgum’s s/o just openly points out the bullshit ethics of the society for how no one should be discriminated or ranked for their quirk since they can’t help being born with whatever quirk they have and even calls out pro-hero’s that holds the whole “flashy quirk >” mindset *cough*Endeavor*cough* since it could demotivate and make others insecure about being a hero or even using their quirks at all.

This was long but quirk discrimination got me heated and I rarely see anyone talk about it or do hc’s about it.

I feel you. I hate this so much too especially because so many people have or may have suffered in the show because of this! I was actually just talking about this with one of my friends earlier lol.

There's going to be a bit if a stylistic change with this hc so bear with me please.

Warnings: Discrimination, swearing, Y/N is about to go off on someone, slight angst ig

Character(s): Shoji, Shinso, Aizawa, Fatgum

Mezo Shoji

Let’s just start off by saying that anybody who has the audacity to call Shoji a monster can catch not just his your, but my hands as well. This man is so strong, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well to not let the blatant discrimination turn him away from wanting to be a hero. (Absolutely no hate to those who did go down that path because of it though, they still valid)

Shoji can, for the most part, handle himself in these situations. While they hurt, he grew up having to deal with it and is sadly used to it

But the first time you went off on someone for judging him, it made him fall deeper in love 

“How dare you!” The cafeteria chatter and traffic in the mall seemed to freeze in time as your voice carried out. In front of you was a rather tall man who could have been considered attractive if not for his ugly words. Mezo stood behind you, looking at you in shock at how angry you had become. 

“Mezo is an amazing hero, and even better person, and you have the absolute nerve to insult him because of how he looks?” 

The man started to sweat underneath your heavy gaze, as well as the whispers that started to grow around you two. Mezo decided to step in and placed a hand on your shoulder. 

“Darling, it’s okay.”

“No it’s not.” You sent him a brief smile before turning you glare onto the stranger. “You’re not the monster here, he is.” 

Hitoshi Shinso 

He’s used to people referring to him as a villain the second they know what his quirk is and by the time we the audience meet him, he’s accepted it

He’s fallen into such a deep pit of insecurity, it’s a wonder he even managed to accept that you weren’t afraid of him, let alone have romantic interest him 

The first time he saw you jump to his, or any other person that's like him, defense he was in shock.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Hitoshi stopped and stared at you in shock.

A small villain had tried to keep the restaurant hostage for some reason or another and had a woman at gun point as he talked to the police outside. While currently not on duty, Hitoshi still had his licence and controlled the villain to safely return the woman to her family and turn himself in. He tried to go comfort the woman and see if he needed anything, only for her to scream at him for having such a villainous quirk. Naturally, he was upset but he was willing and ready to move on from the unfortunately common situation and just go back to his lunch date with you. Seemed like you had other plans.

"This man just saved you, and you want to call him a villain? How much of a child do you have to be to think that someone's quirk determines what they become. Hitoshi is a wonderful hero, and his so called 'villainous' quirk has helped save hundreds of people!"

Hitoshi took your hand and started pulling you away from the woman, as you were getting closer.

"Calm down, it's fine. I'm used to it."

"Well you shouldn't be! It's people like this that create the villains in this society. Not everyone is as stubborn as you, hearing that you're going to be a villain based on nothing but something you can't control would break someone enough and have then actually turn into a villain!"

You looked at the woman in absolute rage and disgust.

"I hope you're proud of yourself."

Shota Aizawa

He someone who not only grew up with a non flashy quirk, but also is a hero without a flashy quirk. Barely anyone knows who he is because of that, as well as his underground career. While that's a good thing, all things considered, he was and is still a victim of hero society's discrimination

Shota doesn't like UA's entrance exam because it's impractical, and we know he knows that the bias allows for talented potential heroes to slip through because they're not flashy or physically strong. He would have first hand knowledge of this since it almost happened to him.

You, on the other hand, weren't a hero. At least not one like him. You helped people like him know that they're still able to become heroes, no matter what other may say about their quirks and he loved you for it.

"He might not have a strong physical quirk that allows for flashy moves to appeal to an audience, but that doesn't mean he isn't useful, or powerful."

You two were on a date when a fan, if you could even call him that, had walked up to Shota and started asking questions. All was okay until he asked if he ever felt bad for not being as powerful or useful as someone like All Might or Endeavor.

"Yeah, but he's-"

"His own person with his own accomplishments that you probably never even heard about because the media didn't care enough. He's worth so much more than a fancy quirk and a camera ready smile. Now, go back to whatever you were doing, we are busy."

Shota chuckled and allowed you to pull him along.

"You didn't have to do that, you know."

"Doesn't matter, you are an amazing hero and I don't appreciate anyone saying otherwise because of something so stupid as a flashy quirk. Especially when they compare you to fucking Endeavor of all people!"

Fatgum/Toyomitsu Taishiro 

Toyomitsu has a quirk that, on the surface, doesn’t seem very useful for hero work. I imagine that he was made very aware of that growing up, and even as he debuted as a hero.

Not to mention that his quirk, when activated, makes body shape turn into an almost oval, vague snowman shape so that might have set some people off. For such a friendly guy, that would have been a cause for insecurity at one point seeing as he genuinely wants people to be happy.

You were someone who never saw him like that and held him through tougher nights when the media got too harsh on him. You were even someone not afraid to get in front of a reporter��s camera and tear them a new one.

“What kind of a ridiculous question is that?” 

It was a few weeks after his debut and some people were still mocking him for his quirk. On the surface, fat absorption didn’t seem like much and for someone who doesn’t know Toyo- excuse me- Fatgum (he’s a hero now, you thought proudly), it might even seem useless. But you knew better, and you thought that it was about time others did too. 

“Just because Fatgum’s quirk isn’t flashy and destructive, it doesn’t mean he should feel inadequate next to someone who does have one like that, and I don’t appreciate you insinuating that he should.” 

The reporter recoiled slightly, and tried to stutter out a response. 

“I'm- I'm not-!"

"Fatgum is already an amazing hero, and he's only going to get better. So you can take your prejudice and find a new job because clearly being a reporter is not a good field for you!"

"Sugar, it's okay!" Fatgum placed his hand on your shoulder and smiled. "I'm just going to have to prove them wrong!"

His cheery demeanor was enough to calm you down a bit, but still you couldn't resist shooting the chastised reporter a sharp glare, causing them to shrink back. You smirked at the sight.

"You already have."

[damn-stark]

Are you still mad?

Jean Kirstein x reader

Requested by anon “HEY🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ can i request a jean x reader where they have an argument but jean doesnt take her seriously cuz he thinks shes ‘cute wen shes mad’ and he’s Attractive wen hes angry so... he busts out the ‘u wanna kiss me so bad’ line and then Hate Sex😁 TY💓”

A/N- Let me just say, I’m still new to this okay! Like this type of writing, practice makes better, so please be patient and nice :) I love you all, thank you for reading!!

Warning- NSFW (smut), rough and angry sex, fluff, and well just that, enjoy :), long hair jean because that man sexy

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“Hey, hey, hey, hey.”

He was delusional to think that you’d forget what he was doing on the field. He’s acting like he’s done nothing, acting like he doesn’t know you're angry at him. He always tries to play it off like you aren’t, or like it’s something that will just pass in a matter of seconds, like your anger will disappear out of thin air and that only pisses you off more.

“Hey, I’m talking to you,” Jean calls out to you again, this time grabbing your arm and pulling you into a lonely alleyway. “Talk to me.”

You pull your arm away and try to walk away and join the rest of your friends, but he grabs you again and pulls you in front of him.

“I have nothing to talk to you about.” You seeth while you avert your gaze.

Jean rests his hand on the wall by your head and his eyes slowly roam your face and he expression that was deeply painted on it. “You’re angry.”

You scoff and push him away. “Yeah because you were reckless today, you didn’t listen and you almost died.”

Jean rolls his eyes, but doesn’t try to argue which is a surprise in itself. Instead he’s the one who desculates the situation. “You know that it’s not like that, I just try my best to help our friends, to save them and you.”

“Yes, I understand, but it doesn’t mean you have to be reckless about it, Jean.” You counter with no sign of calming down. You’ve only argued about this with him so many times and it still didn’t go through his big head. “I don’t know why you don’t understand that.”

“There's nothing to understand.” Instead of leaving you alone, Jean smirks and grabs your chin to tilt your head to face him. That of course pisses you off more. “You know, you’re cute when you’re mad.”

Your eyes widen and you feel your anger boil over, any other time a comment like the one he made now would make your heart flutter, and make you smile, you would completely melt, but this time the words felt almost toxic.

Yet you couldn’t get enough of him.

But instead of giving him the satisfaction to let him see what he caused you, you push him back again and express your anger. “Don’t say that, you’re not listening to me.” You finally meet his gaze and fight not to just give in to him. “Jean, you’re—”

“And you’re not listening to me,” he cuts you off, this time beginning to lose his temper along with you, “it’s nothing to be angry about, because it’s not a big deal, it’s what we do. I’ve told you so many times already, but you don’t listen. Just for once do it, or what are you going to admit you like me?”

Your jaw drops as you gasp, continuing to look into his eyes that had instantly dropped his anger. “You just ruined everything.” For one last time you try to walk off in your heated anger, but Jean is quick and grabs you to spin you and pull you close to his chest, showing his cocky smirk that made your knees weak.

He proceeds to lean loser and tilt his head slightly to the side, continuing with his ridiculous comments in a much softer voice. “You want to kiss me so bad, huh?”

You try to gasp out loud, but nothing audible escapes your lips, you’re instead left watching him with a stunned expression, left watching as his eyes travel down to your lips and he proceeds to lean in and kiss you. That moment causing you to stop breathing and just close your eyes, moving your hands to wrap them around his arms to try and push him away, but not necessarily doing that, instead pulling himcloser and kissing him back slowly at first, still dumbfounded of what had just happened; of what you’ve been wanting to happen for months now, but didn’t have the right confidence boost to do it.

Your actions make Jean smile however and find the chance to push you back to the wall. Beginning to deepen the kiss that finally caused a spark that pulled you from your stupor and realize what you were doing. Albeit not stopping said action and instead sliding your hands up to feel his muscles before you stopped and wrapped one hand around his neck, while the other you dug in his hair, pulling it slightly as he gently bit your bottom lip before he pulled away and gave you both a chance to catch your breath.

When you look up to catch your breath, you swear you see stars in the darkened clouds, your lips twitch into a smile, but before you could fully express the happiness you felt, Jean's voice pulls your attention to him and it erases your smile. “Are you still angry?”

Your eyebrows furrow and you scoff. Why would he ask that?

You don’t say anything and instead just close the small gap between the both of you by pulling him into an open mouth kiss that was packed with much more passion and heat. Jean pulls away again, but this time to press a kiss on the corner of your lips and then leave a trail of wet kisses all the way down to your neck, where he begins to gently suck at your sweet spot, making you grip onto his hair a little tighter and notcing that it wasn’t as soft, but still a little sweaty from your travel. You didn’t let it bother you however and instead you focus on the growing sensation and the growing heat he was causing, expressing a soft moan that made Jean snicker and travel back up to your mouth. Moving one hand down to your thigh and pulling your leg to wrap it around his waist.

He leans in to kiss you again, but hesitates as he meets your gaze to shoot you a breathless and smug smile, continuing to press himself closer to you and move his hand down your body in an attempt to pull the shirt over your head, but stopping as you finally spoke out. “Don’t, this has to be quick, or else they’re going to catch us.”

“Fine,” Jean groans, moving his hands from your shirt and moving his fingers to unbutton your pants, struggling for a moment and cursing as his desperation didn’t let him think clearly. You had to help him unbutton them, sliding your leg off him and pulling your pants down your ankles.

��Not so hard,” you quip, hiding your smirk and moving your own fingers to unbutton his pants, moving to press a kiss on his lips and slowly sliding your tongue over his bottom lip. Unlike him, successfully doing what he failed to do.

You would’ve bragged about it, but instead you let him kiss you, let him swing your leg over his waist again and let his tongue explore the inside of your mouth. Feeling him smile as he heard your whimpers in the back of your throat as he did so.

You wanted his hands to explore your body and his lips to touch every square inch, but you had to remember that you weren’t in any room, you were still in fact outside with limited time and no space. Plus you were still upset at him and his reckless behavior. You would only let him do so much and instead let him dream of what he could do, even if you wanted him to get away with a lot and be with you all night.

Maybe some other time.

For now you enjoyed your heated moment, feeling your want heighten as you felt his hard needing bulge rub against your wet, needing and heavenly spot still covered by the fabric of your underwear.

Jean groans in your mouth at the slight contact and pulls away from your mouth to put his hands on your hips, looking down at what forbid him from fully feeling you before drifting his eyes up to meet yours, letting you see his blown out pupils reflect the light of the moon as it stood directly over your heads. He heaved just like you were and leaned in to kiss you again, but stops and his breath stutters as you roll your hip on his erection, letting out a soft moan and arching your back as he rolls his hips seconds after. Something that made him smile before he looked down and saw your underwear was soaked.

“Tsk, look at you.” He murmurs against your lips, sliding his slim fingers down to your waist and dragging them down slowly to hook his finger on the waistband of your underwear, slowly pulling it down before he pulls down his own. “I thought you were angry at me, pretty baby.”

Your eyes flicker down, but before you could get a glimpse of what he hid, he put his knuckle under your chin and tilted your head up and shook his head. “Tsk, this is quick, remember.” His fingers dig into your hips to lift you a bit and line his tip with your entrance, pushing you down and slowly easing every delicious and thick inch of himself into your wet and throbbing pussy. Moaning into your mouth as you clench around his member.

You tug his hair that was beginning to grow out and your eyes shut at the feeling of him achingly staying in place. “Jean,” you moan softly, panting heavily and dropping your gaze to meet his; only noticing his eyes were shut before he rests his forehead in the crook of your neck, staying painfully still inside you. You would’ve let him any other time, but right now you really needed him. “Jean, please.”

“Just,” Jean interjects softly, “please.”

“Jean. Please I need you, please.” You purr by his ear, feeling him lift his head and seeing as he pulled away to meet your pleading gaze, showing you a new emotion in his eyes that wasn’t there before. A sort of fire, an anger that he had only shown for a couple seconds.

“Fine,” he growls, not waiting a single moment before he rips away and slams back into you, causing you to scream out and arch your back until your chest hit his, shutting your eyes so hard that you swear you could see stars dance around in the darkness of your closed eyelids.

Jean is quick to slap his hand over your mouth to shut up your loud moans that could attract any curious person, as he continued to pound you into the wall, leaving no space for kindness, or sweet kisses, just brutally thrusting into you and instantly finding that divine spot that made tears prickle at the corner of your eyes.

Every inch of him felt heavenly, like you couldn’t get enough, it made you think through your daze of why you hadn’t done this before, even if all the desire to do so was always there, but only shut off by each other’s pride. He always teased you, like you with him, there was always shared glances and close calls, but it never came to this, what you were doing in the dark in this lonely abandoned alleyway.

You would’ve thought this was crazy any other day, but now you couldn’t think of anything else, didn’t want anything else but feel his cock easily slide in and out of your warm and wet pussy. Hearing his moans that he tried to hold back as to not let any noise, beside skin slapping against skin be heard echoing down the alleyway. He tried he really did, you could see it by the way he bit his lip, and or tried to kiss you, but the euphoria he felt didn’t let him do much but just whisper sweet nothings and your name into your ear, just holding back from what he really wanted to express.

You hug him tight and clenched harder around him as you felt you were beginning to reach your climax, and felt him close to reaching his.

“I-I, shit,” Jean groans by your ear, moving his hand from your mouth and slowing his pace into softer, yet quick thrusts, “I lo—”

“Do-don't you dare sa-sa-say it.” You wheeze before expressing a throaty moan, “Jean.”

Jean digs his nails into your hips and moves one hand to slap it on the wall by the side of your head, turning his thrusts harder again and ripping apart everything inside you.

He moves his head and presses a kiss on your lips, wanting to deepen it, but stopping and resting his forehead on yours before he came inside you without warning, stalling there and panting out your name.

He wanted to stop, but he continued; this time just rolling his hips into you in a slow and sweet pace that finally sent you over the edge. Making your toes curl and arch your back to then whimper out his name since nothing else, but a soft gasp left your mouth.

The sensation of your climax was euphoric, mind-numbing and blinding, your heart felt as if it was going to explode out. Tears rolled down your cheeks and your chest heaved up down, you loosened your grip on his hair and pull away to rest your back on the wall, still feeling the explosive feeling radiating inside you and feeling nothing. Hearing nothing but your heart and Jeans breathing until he broke the silence with a stupid question. “Are you still mad at me.”

You open your eyes and blink to look at him, tilting your head, and rolling your eyes as you pushed him off you. In that instant, feeling an instant regret as you felt empty now, felt each other’s warm cum slide down your leg.

Jean was quick to come to your aid, pulling a rag from inside his jacket that looked surprisingly clean. “Here, let me.”

“No,” you call out, grabbing the rag from his hand and cleaning yourself. “I’ve got it. Thank you.”

“Really,” Jean presses, “are you still mad?”

Your eyes flicker up to him for a brief moment before you pull your underwear and pants on, buttoning it in silence and watching as he mirrors your actions until you both stand fully dressed in the same alley way in waiting silence. You sigh and shake your head, “no, I just,” you pause and zip your jacket, shrugging before answering quietly. Ignoring the throbbing that was still going on in between your legs. “I just worry about you, Jean, okay? That’s why I get mad, I can’t express my worry for you any other way. I’m sorry.”

Jean smiles softly and tilts your head up with his knuckle so he could meet your gaze. “I knew that, I just wanted you to admit it.”

You scoff and push his arm away. “You just—”

Jean grabs your hand to pull you back to him. “Wait,” he presses a soft kiss on your lips and whispers out what he had intended to say. “Thank you for worrying about me, I worry about you too, believe it or not.” He grins and presses another kiss on your lips, “I lo—”

“Jean! Y/N!”

You both look to the end of the alleyway to see Connie and Sasha, both carrying goofy grins on their lips and food in their hands.

“Where have you two been? We’ve been looking for you!” Sasha reveals, making Jean grow pink.

“Oh you know,” you smirk, seeing Jean's face burn at the thought that you were going to reveal what you had been doing. “Fighting.”

“Well,” Connie rolls out, “that’s not surprising.”

They both hurry to join the both of you and you throw Jean his rag, seeing him from the corner of your eyes have a hard time putting it away.

“Anyway, we got food, let’s go!” Sasha exclaims happily, taking your hand and pulling you along with her. Leaving behind Jean and a smiling Connie who knew too much for his own good.

[cherryglossie]

TMNT (headcannon) Reaction: Meeting you for the first time

LEONARDO

was against it when April wanted to introduce you to the group, but his brothers begged and begged and splinter was talking about taking chances an-

“fine.”

April’s excited, his bro’s are exciting, and everything is just exciting ok??

doesn’t trust you

watches you the entire time

is making sure you don’t pull something funny, y’know?

then you try to talk to him and he panics

you think he’s cute

kinda upset he ignores you, but you get it

he watches you spend time with his brothers

he can tell they love you

gets used to having you around

starts to talk to you

starts getting to know you

catches you hanging out with Splinter

makes his heart go boom boom

then it happens

he likes you, like a lot

“Shit”

goes back to not talking to you ‘cuz he’s a scaredy pants

RAPHAEL

totally thinks your hot the first time he sees you

flustered when you talk to him with the same amount of sass he gives you

loves your quick-witted comebacks

pretty much falls in love you instantly

gets mad at himself for getting so attached so easily

tries to avoid you, but you don’t let him

you always include him

“Raph we’re playing uno, you wanna play?”

“i’m gonna go ask raph if he wants to come.”

it makes his heart melt

loves you so much for it

yeah, the dummy loves you, but it goes on without you knowing for months

you think he is the coolest guy ever, which makes him very happy

singing on the inside

“she thinks i’m cool~”

literally had a sesggy dream about you and couldn’t look you in the eyes for a week

frustrated at how much you affect him

he snaps at you a couple times, but you snap back, making you more attractive (also turns him on)

he has it bad for you

DONATELLO

you think he is the cutest thing on the planet

you try introducing yourself, but he does it himself

“Y/n L/n, from queens, New York, graduated from university-”

stops when he realizes he being creepy

“well that made things easier. Donatello, right?”

is relieved you don’t think he’s weird

tells you to call him Donnie

you call him genius instead and while he hates it when Raph calls him that to be funny, he loves hearing you say it for some reason

loves how caring and easy-going you are

definitely has a tiny crush on you

until you start asking him about his work

he thinks you're kidding at first

but once he sees that you're actually interested in knowing

he’s ready to pull his heart of his chest to give it to you

he loves it when you try to teach him something even though he already knows what it is

plays along as if he doesn’t know and acts super intrigued

he nearly dies when he sees how excited you are that he doesn’t know what your talking about

already plans out his confession

MICHAELANGELO

loves you instantly

you think he is adorable

looks at his brothers mouthing “dibs”

loves that you don’t mind playing video games all day

almost has a heart attack when one day you bring over your own skateboard so you can do tricks with him

when you bring him is favorite snacks and candies without him even asking

doesn’t care that he’s falling fast

he just thinks your so awesome

compliments you all the time

loves seeing you blush and get shy

wants to squish your cheeks

you totally let him

you squish his cheeks back and even boop his nose

everyday he is closer and closer to confessing

you can’t wait for that day

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[spinster-sisters]

Crush. PSH, JYN

TW: dom! Seonghwa, sub! Yunho, sub! Reader,threesome, exhibitionism, degradation (use of the words slut and whore), bondage (male receiving), Sir kink, overstim (kinda, idk how much counts as overstim but im putting it here anyway), excessive use of the word wet, panty kink, buldging, k so heres the deal, in this thing yunho has a crush on both the reader and seonghwa and seongwha is probably also attracted to men based on the way i wrote this but there is no actually mxm interaction PHYSICALLY, also fun fact at no point anywhere in this is there the letters Y/N cuz i have decided i hate that shit and istead u get excessive pet names.

WC: 4k

AN: this is 4k words of pure smut, like plot if you SQUINT right at the begnining but even that is pretty smutty. ngl its prettyy shit. im sorry lol. also this isnt specifically idolverse or nah, it could kinda go either way so thats that i guess.

Yunho had always had a crush on you, that much everyone knew, but when you and seonghwa began dating Yunho had decided to put his own feelings aside out of respect for both you and seonghwa. Maybe it worked for a while, a few months of being genuinely happy for his two friends finding love. Yeah, it was hard seeing one of his best friends get to touch you and talk to you in the way he wanted to, but the smiles that never left either of your faces were well worth it.

But then that night came.

He hadn't meant to see it. All of your friends had gone out to a crowded club, there was dancing and a lot of drinking. But with all the chaos of the night, nobody noticed when you and seonghwa slipped into the bathroom. A while later Yunho found himself needing to pee and made his way to the back of the club as well, but when he pushed open the door all thoughts of his original plans had left. There you were, spread out on the counter, chest heaving, tiny drops of sweat making their way down your neck. And there was seonghwa, standing between your legs slamming his hips into yours and a brutal pace, absolutely RUINING you. His back was to the door and your eyes were screwed shut, Yunho had only opened the door just far enough to see in so neither of the two of you had noticed him yet.

Yunho's first reaction was to close the door and pretend he hadn't seen anything, but he couldn't move, not once he heard the filth spewing seonghwas lips.

"My baby girl got so needy she needed me to fuck her with all of her friends around? What a little slut"

That was the first thing Yunho heard, and then whine that the words pulled out of you was damn near-pornographic, and it went straight to his dick. He only stood there for a few more moments before closing the door, but the damage had been done.

Did you guys fuck like this all the time? It felt so wrong, the perfect lovey-dovey couple Yunho had come to know were hiding such a dirty side to themselves.

Ever since that night, nothing has been the same. Yunho's thoughts of you turned more and more sinful than they had ever been, but there was something else. At first, Yunho thought it had just been the embarrassment of seeing such a private moment, but Yunho was now having the same amount of trouble meeting Seonghwas eyes as yours. Every time Yunho's mind drifted back to that moment Seonghwas figure was just as clear as yours, and although he didn't want to admit it, it was seonghwas words in the bathroom that made Yunho hard.

And that is how Yunho had come to discover that he had a crush and not one, but both of you. And almost every time Yunho took time to relive himself all he could image was seonghwas sharp and defined features manipulating your soft and supple ones into increasingly compromising positions, his calm voice eliciting those same desperate whines from you.

He knew this was fucked.

Yunho doesn't know at what point seonghwa became aware of his infatuation with himself and his girlfriend, maybe he had noticed him in the bathroom and chosen not to say anything, maybe mingi had told him one night in a slip of the tongue, maybe Yunho had told seonghwa himself while drunk. Either way, it all lead him to this moment. He was sitting in your bedroom with his back pressed into a wooden chair with seonghwa standing behind him binding his wrist together with a soft scarf you had lying around.

You sat on your bed observing the scene. This had all been seonghwa's idea, but you were more than willing. That being said watching your perfectly composed boyfriend secure the taller boy who had been stripped down to his boxers to a chair facing your bed was enough to have your face burning in the chilly room.

Seonghwa finished with the restraint and made his way in front of Yunho, who was already damn near star-eyed. Seonghwa reached out and clenched the man's jaw, forcing his eyes up to meet his own.

"Remember Yunho, you are here to watch. Not to touch. No matter how much you want to," seonghwa spoke in that calm domineering voice he reserved for moments like these. Yunho nodded eagerly as well as he could while his face was still in seonghwas grasp, his cheeks puffing out a little at the pressure.

Seonghwa let go of his face and ran his hand once through the younger boys' hair approvingly before both of their gazes fell on you.

You had been waiting patiently in the sweetest little lingerie set you could find. Seonghwa was still fully clothed, but he had a thing about having you look as pretty as possible before fucking you so hard you cried. With both of their attention now firmly on you, the cold of the room couldn't seem any further away, and with every step, seonghwa made twords you, you couldn't help but clench your thighs together in anticipation.

Finally, he stood before you, looking so beautiful it was unfair, close enough you could reach out and touch him. But you didn't, you knew better.

Seonghwa gave a wicked smirk at your sweet expectant face. The stage was finally set, and it was time for the show. He looked contemplative for a moment, before deciding on his first move.

"Lay back for me, baby"

You did exactly that, allowing your head to hit the soft blankets. Never breaking eye contact, however hard it was as your boyfriend looked ready to absolutely devour you. Careful not to block anything from Yunho's view seonghwa slowly climbed onto the bed on top of you using his hips to keep your legs in place and his arms coming down to cage your top half. He moved his head to your ear and spoke in his smoothest softest voice.

"Remember to be good sweetheart, we have a guest and I don't want to waste time punishing you tonight."

You whimper out a quiet "ok" before seonghwa placed a soft kiss on your temple. And he didn't stop there, your boyfriend only pulled back for a brief moment to observe your flushed face before diving back in.

Seonghwa was organized and neat in most aspects of life, but kissing was not one of them. His kisses are hard and wet. His exceptionally plump lips forced yours to follow his lead, prying your mouth open, nipping, and sucking at anything he could. Wet was the perfect word to describe it. Wet and amazing. Normally you would have waited for permission to touch him before swinging your arms around his neck pulling him closer but when his tongue found its way into your mouth toying with your own you needed someone to ground yourself.

To your surprise seonghwa had no objection to this instead threading his left hand through your hair pulling your head close as well, letting out a deep grunt in the process. His lips began to travel down to your neck and jaw, and now the sloppiness turned a little rougher. Seonghwa took a small break to speak, barely lifting his lips off your body but his voice still carried loud and clear.

" Don't hold back your sweet little cries, I'm sure Yunho would love to hear them"

Your mouth now free to cry out little by little at the way the cold air made contact with your now burning skin every time he moved. He was covering your skin in small red patches that would surely turn dark purple by tomorrow. You braced yourself on his shoulders when his lips came to rest of the swell of your chest. Seonghwas right had found its way under your knee lifting it a bit and caressing the underside of your thigh. You had finally become used to the sensation of his mouth on your body when he bit down. Hard.

You damn near choked. You threw your head back as a deep whine spilled sinfully out of you much louder than you intended. But it wasn't just you that was making noises, a deep guttural groan could be heard in harmony with your own from across the room. It was only then did you finally dare to turn your head to where Yunho sat. And you almost wished you didn't. The tall boy sat as hunched over as he could be, positively panting with desire his eyes staring, unblinking, and where you and your boyfriend were tangled together. Your eyes locked, Yunho was staring at you with so much hunger your heat throbbed, and your thighs clenched together. Seonghwas words cut through the tension bringing your attention back to him.

"My baby is so eager, looking so pretty as wrapped up for me. Just waiting for me to pull her apart."

You instinctively nodded.

"Yes, please. I'll be good I promise" you pleaded vacantly, still gripping your boyfriend for support. Seonghwas's right hand began to slide its way up the underside of your leg before moving around till he was palming the inside your leg.

"I know darling, I know you will"

A knowing smile graced his lips before he unhooked the clasp on your pretty bra, sliding it down your shoulders. You held your breath as he pulled himself back to sit on his heels still caressing your leg dangerously close to where you were currently making a mess of your nicest panties.

Seonghwa would never admit that he had a panty kink, but seeing you laid out for him in nothing but the thin little soaked scrap of fabric was scratching an itch that he didn't even know he had. He just had to take a moment to appreciate it.

Seonghwa turned his head twords Yunho. And speaking in that same clear strong voice.

"Yunho"

The boys eyed shaped up to meet seonghwas. Yunho, aside for the occasional moan or groan and been relatively silent up until that point. He looks at seonghwa expectantly. Your boyfriend sighed. Shaking his head for a moment.

"Yunho, when I talk to you I expect words." As he spoke seonghwa tightened his grip on your thigh, you let out a tiny moan. Yunho's eyes flashed to your thigh for a moment before realizing his distraction then flying back to seonghwas face. It was like he couldn't get the word out fast enough.

"Yes?" The word tumbled from his lips haphazardly.

"Yes, what?" Your boyfriend responded, clearly unamused, a scowl making its way onto his face.

Yunho visibly panicked, eyes darting around the room quickly. He didn't know what he missed. He looked at you for help. You knew what he missed, but you had no way of telling him.

"Umm," he began, still searching for the answer. Just when seonghwa looked like he was about to cut in a look of realization hit Yunho. He remembered the night not too long ago that he had come home from dinner, expecting the house to be quiet only to hear a specific word scream from your lips as he passed seonghwas room.

"Yes, sir?" Yunho asked, his eyes wide and pleading.

Seonghwa couldn't help his look of satisfaction.

"Good boy,"

The words made Yunho's face light up.

"Now Yunho, what would you like to see?" Your boyfriend asked. This question clearly took Yunho by surprise.

"Come on, I know you have been imagining me and my doll doing all kinds of things," as he spoke his hand finally slipped inside your panties. Two cold fingers sliding between your folds. You shudder out a gasp. You were wet, unbelievably so. It took so little for his fingers to slip through your slick, toying with you like he had done so many times before.

Yunho momentarily lost his focus on seonghwa instead looking at the imprint of his hand through the fabric. He looked starved. But his eyes returned to seonghwa once again.

"So, what is it. What was your favorite thing to imagine when you touch yourself." As he spoke his fingers began to make slow tight circles to your clit. You moaned out again and grasped wildly for a moment to ground yourself against the blankets.

Yunho once again looked at a loss for words, this time unable to peel his eyes away from the dark stain in your panties and the forearm connected to the hand in them.

Yunho licked his lips slowly before tearing his eyes away to look at seonghwa. He spoke slowly, his words were shaky but certain.

"Please, just fuck her. Hard, like you, always do." He looks embarrassed by his choice, but your heart leaped at the idea, you wanted seonghwa inside you right at that very moment. He was slowly working you into an orgasm and he had barely even done anything yet.

"Really? Is that all you want?" Your boyfriend asked. "No special requests?" The circles on your bud speed slightly as he spoke. Your legs began twitching with every stroke. You had been so wound up this whole time that along with every jerk a small whine was seeping past your lips.

"Please, just," Yunho took a moment to gather his thoughts " please, I just want to see what you both look like when you ruin her."

Seonghwa looked at the boy pensively for a moment.

"Ruin her?" Your boyfriends intense gazed finally made its way back to you "that I can do" and almost exactly as his sentence finished your first wave of orgasm crashed over you. You were now spilling whines freely and rocking your hips into your boyfriend's large hands. You closed your eyes tight for a few moments. Before thinking about the exchange that just took place. Ruin you? Seonghwa was a serious man when he wanted to be, and if he promised to ruin you, you knew he would. And honestly, it was a little scary.

Finally, you opened your eyes. Your boyfriend had been watching you through your high, not stopping his hand and now that you were coming down a dull pain replaced began to radiate up from your core. You reached down to grab his wrist

"Wait. Please-" you began to plead, looking into your boyfriend's eyes, but your words were cut off.

"Well, Yunho. If I'm going to ruin her I'm going to have to prepare her. Wouldn't want her to break" you whined at his words as his hand began to speed up once again over your extra sensitive nub. He then glanced over at the boy who seemed just as transfixed by your pleasure-filled face as seonghwa. "unless you want that"

"Please," was all Yunho could force out "I just want to see"

Seonghwa finally pulled his hand out from the ruined fabric. Despite the numbing pain that came from his handy work you were already missing the sensation and your hand on his wrist tightened again.

Seonghwa let out a sigh.

"Sweetheart, how am I supposed to let Yunho see what I can do to you if you still have these panties on," he asked in a disappointed tone. You reluctantly released his wrist.

Seonghwa finally found the time to pull his sweater over his head, tousling his hair in the process. Now it was both you and Yunho gawked. It was something both you and Yunho had seen a thousand times, but there was still something awe-inspiring about the way he looked kneeling over you with his bare golden honey skin on display.

If seonghwa noticed the stares he didn't address them as he moved to pull your ruined panties down your legs. The anticipation was clear on Yunho's face as the wet fabric slowly made its way down your legs. Finally, he pulled them off the tip of your toes. Because of you and seonghwas position, Yunho still couldn't see your heat. To your surprise, seonghwa stood up quickly from the bed. Your panties still between his fingers. He looked at Yunho.

"You want them?" He asked letting them dangle from his hand that was still glistening with your juices. Yunho choked out a "yes, sir"

Satisfied with his answer seonghwa walked over to the man, leaned over him, and slipped the fabric into his bound hands.

Your boyfriend then returned to you on the bed, but instead of climbing on top of you, he sat down beside you.

"Open up baby"

It may be a bit late in the game, but you were finally coming to terms with what is happening. Yunho, one of your closest friends is about to watch you get fucked by your boyfriend, you had to look away from the man at the sudden realization. Slowly, you opened your legs and you heard the sharp intake of breath that could only be from Yunho.

"What do you think?" Your boyfriend asked pulling your legs apart even more. You shut your eyes tight, feeling embarrassed.

"It's pretty" was all Yunho could Say. You flushed even deeper.

"I know, isn't it? My baby has such a pretty pussy" you choked.

"Open your eyes sweetheart, I want to look at you"

Slowly you opened them, still keeping your gaze firmly on your boyfriend's face.

"No need to be embarrassed sweetheart. You look so cute" seonghwa said in a coo.

Seonghwas hand slipped further between your legs, spreading you open for Yunho to see. You couldn't help but sneak a glance at the man. He was almost drooling, as he licked his lips.

"She tastes amazing," seonghwa says dipping a finger into your still sensitive heat. You felt yourself twitch.

"Normally I would spend hours eating her sweet little cunt, but that wasn't what you wanted to see" seonghwa spoke with false regret. Honestly, Yunho looked right now like there was nothing else in the world he would rather witness but everyone knew he had already made his choice.

Your boyfriend finally decided to push 2 fingers into you all at once. You whined out at the sudden intrusion.

"I have to get her ready first, I hope you don't mind" seonghwa spoke with a chuckle. Because no, with a view like that how could Yunho mind watching your boyfriend's two long fingers push in and out of you over and over again each time bringing a little more wetness out of you.

At this point you were gone, the pleasant stretched of the familiar fingers moving inside of you was like a mantra pulling small noises from you like a song. Seonghwa was brushing the inside of your walls oh so perfect if was unfair.

"She is always so wet, pulsing around my finger with so little work. What a little slut." Your eyes shot open with a moan at his words. His pace quickened. With your still heightened sensitivity, you already felt your stomach tighten.

"Oh. Do you like that? Like it when I call you my slut?"

"Yes, sir"

"Do you like being a little whore for me?"

"Yes, sir"

"Do you want me to fuck you in front of our friend, just so he can see how much of a slut you are?" At that, you locked eyes with Yunho across the room.

"Yes please sir, please show him how much of a slut I am for you" Yunho lurched forward for the first time, his dick straining so hard against his boxers it must be painful.

Seonghwa leaned down to give you a quick kiss on the forehead,

"Good girl"

Finally, seonghwa focused all his energy on bringing on your next orgasm. Pressing deliciously against that special spot inside you while his thumb returned to your pulsing clit. You were already so far gone that it only took a few more direct strokes for you to come tumbling down once again.

This one lasted much longer than the first. And once again seonghwa prolonged it as long as possible by not stopping his hand once throughout the whole time. The pleasure came on waves, washing over you with so much intensity it was all you could do to keep moaning so loud the neighbors could hear you.

Finally, when he pulled his fingers out you took a moment to catch your breath. But it wasn't long before it was stolen again by seonghwa sticking each finger in his mouth one at a time a sucking them clean, never once breaking eye contact with the boy in the chair.

"Hmm, sweet" was all he said, before standing from the bed once again and undoing his belt. Seonghwa pushed his hair back before undoing his jeans and pulling them down his legs. At last, he stood in nothing but his black boxers. If you weren't struggling so hard to keep your eyes open after your climax you would have ogled but Yunho's hungry eyes were wide and fixed on the impressive size of the tent in your boyfriend boxers. Seonghwa spared him a glace before chuckling.

Your boyfriend turned completely to Yunho and pulled down the boxers as well. You knew what was there, so you understand the feeling Yunho was having to lick his lips like that. Yunho's arms once again lurched forward.

"Remember, no touching" was all seonghwa said before turning back to you. He says down on the bed beside you once again

"Come sit on my lap baby,"

You almost groaned. You felt like you could barely move and you would much rather he take you just as you are, but you know better than to fight him.

Seonghwa positioned you both facing Yunho, so he could have the perfect view of you both.

You tried to keep your self as steady as possible as lined himself up under you. Your muscles protested as you held yourself up. Finally, seonghwa took hold of your hips and pushed you down onto him all at once. The two of you both let out a satisfied groan. Your pussy felt used and abused but at that moment all you could think about was how nice it felt to be full. Your head fell back onto your boyfriend's shoulder almost immediately.

"Awe, do I make you feel that good, baby? You like it when I fill you up that much?"

"Yes, sir, I love being full. Love it when you fill me up." Your words were slurred together but loud. Seonghwa, using his grip on your hips. Helped you lift yourself only to be pulled back down again.

"Holy fuck" Yunho spoke in a quiet tone, watching where your boyfriend's dick was now disappearing inside of you.

"Don't use that kind of language" seonghwa spat out while staring to set a fast and deliberate pace, his focus instead on fucking you to tears.

"I'm sorry sir, it's just-" he seemed to be at a loss for words. " I can see you in her tummy"

At that seonghwa chuckled again. He took your hand and lead it to the spot on your stomach you could feel him inside you.

"I know, my baby is such a slut she isn't satisfied until I fill her up this much."

All of these words were filtering in and out of your ears but all you could focus on was the feeling of seonghwas dick moving inside of you. You were so sensitive after two orgasms not so long ago that your body felt utterly spent but every single time seonghwa trusted up into you felt like you could cry at how good it felt. It hurt, yes it hurt, seonghwa was big, that's why he spent so much time working you up, but even with that, you could still feel him stretching out your wall in the most delicious way. Every time he pushed all the way into you could almost cry at the sensation, not to mention how he rubbed against every spot inside of you in the perfect way. You were a mess of whines and cries and tears.

"She's crying" Yunho spoke in a shaking voice.

Seonghwa brushed your hair away from your face, looking at the tears streaming on your face. Your boyfriend placed feather-light kisses against your cheeks where the tears streamed down. A stark contrast to the brutal pace he was drilling his hips into your cunt.

You were clenching madly against him and he couldn't help but chuckles, though it was now somewhat airy as he was nearing his own climax.

"You gonna come, baby?" He asked.

"Mmhmm" you whined, head still rolled back as he fucked into your relentlessly. You were so close, every time he pushed back into you you cried out wanting him to make you come so fucking bad.

Seonghwa took told of your chin with one hand and forced your head forward making you lock eyes with Yunho. He looks almost as fucked out as you probably did. Forehead sweating, chest heaving, dick twitching. The sight made you clenched down hard.

"Who knew my sweet little baby, want people to watch her get fucked like a whore." you clenching tears streaming down faster than ever. The hand not holding your chin found your clit and once again began rubbing slow but rough circles onto the bud. You were so full and so close, and knowing that Yunho was seeing you like this, looking him in the eye while seonghwa fucked you almost made you come.

"What do you think Yunho? Should I let my little slut come?" He asked pinching your bud and delivering a particularly hard thrust. You gagged on the drool spilling from your mouth.

" yes, please sir, please make her cum!: Yunho almost shouted, looking crazed.

"You heard him slut. Cum."

And that was all it took. You were shaking and writhing on top of your boyfriend, head and eyes rolled back and your eyes saw stars. Waves don't even being to describe the way pleasure was moving through your body.

"Sir, it feels so good" was all you could say between the cries, and yes you were crying for real now. Short of losing consciousness, you were gone to the world. Lost in the feeling.

It took you several minutes to realize that seonghwa was still fucking you. But once you did you jerked painfully.

"No, no please" fell past your dry lips. As you moved to sit up. But seonghwas had kept you in place.

"You're not going anywhere baby, I still haven't cum yet and I am going to right in your little pussy."

It hurt, and you were crying, but all you wanted to do was be a good girl for seonghwa so you stayed put, letting him use you. You looked up at Yunho, your eyes glossy, mouth hanging open, probably covered in bruises as you always were when seonghwa fucks you.

Yunho moaned out, straining against the fabric keeping him tied to the chair.

At that moment seonghwa finally came. You could hear his groan through his chest and feel the cum spilling into you. Nice and full.

With a few more thrust seonghwa finally stopped. Allowing you to rest a moment before pulling you off him. You collapsed into your blankets. Feeling moments away from sleep, but you kept your eyes open. Seonghwa took a moment before standing pulling up his own boxers before moving over to where Yunho sat panting. He looked down at the boy and laughed.

"You came untouched?"

"Yes sir"

[nataliedanovelist]

GF & MvsM - Wanna Talk About Dinos?

This crossover was inevitable. It just works too well. Maybe one day i’ll write a fic about how the folks at Gravity Falls handled the robot-apocalypse. Probably shrugged it off. “Eh. We’ve had worse.” Haha! What if Stan and Ford, cuz they were out sailing, had no clue what happened and when they came back they were like, “Wait, what?”

For now, please enjoy this fic of Aaron making a new friend...

(credit goes to @stephreynaart for her OC Jacob) ~~~~~~~~~~ “Hi, would you like to talk to me about dinosaurs?”

Aaron asked this question more times than he could keep track of, but that wasn’t going to stop him from asking it. It started as a dare from his big sister two years ago, but now it’s a fun hobby. When fifth grade isn’t overwhelming him, scaring him with mountains of homework and horror stories about how hard middle school is going to be, and when he’s run out of YouTube videos to catch up on, he is on the hunt for fellow giant-lizard-lovers like a hungry Ceratosaurus.

“No, okay bye.” But it did get a little tiring to always cross out names and phone-numbers on the phone book with red ink. Hey, a dinosaur of a way to find phone-numbers was appropriate. He read the next number, dialed it, and after a ring or two he asked, “How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs? No, okay thank you.”

Aaron crossed out another name and sighed, taking a break since he reached the end of a line of numbers. Maybe he should just be grateful for Abbey and accept that no one else wants to talk about the Jurassic Period. Or the Cretaceous Period. Or the Triassic Period. But then a big, old, gray-tinted ad distracted him. He grinned, thinking it would at least be fun to give them a call, and he dialed the number.

Private home phone-numbers were fun, but businesses were also fun! Poor, bored workers would gladly talk to him rather than crabby Karens, and they got paid for it! So Aaron smiled as the phone rang, and he grinned when someone picked up.

“Thanks for calling the Mystery Shack, you’re talking to Mr. Mystery himself! How may I befuddle or bewilder you?”

“Hi! How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs?”

“Oh, dude! I’d love to, but I’m scheduled for a tour of the Oddity Museum in three minutes.” The man said, and Aaron grinned continuously, because it sounded like Mr. Mystery really wanted to talk with him about dinosaurs. “But hey! Can you hold on for one minute, I think I know a guy!”

“Yeah, sure mister!” And Aaron was greeted by the sound of a catchy jingle about buying t-shirts and mugs and snowglobes. He smiled and wiggled his feet along to the music as he looked outside at the beautiful late-fall afternoon, entertained while he waited.

~~~~~~~~~~

Soos was on the hunt. He planned out the house in his head. Abuelita was taking a nap upstairs, Melody was organizing the upcoming tour, and Stan took Jacob out for ice cream, so he might be…

The owner of the Shack grinned when he stopped at the doorway and saw the man he was looking for, sitting in Stan’s chair, reading a book.

“Uncle Ford!”

The old sailor smiled up at the young man. “Yes, wh-...”

“Do you think you could answer the phone for me? I have a tour and I think this customer’s request is right up your alley.”

“Uh… sure, but w-...”

“Thanks, you’re the best!” And Soos was gone before he could address Ford’s confusion.

Ford was a bit lost, having little to no business with business, but he had learned at this point to trust Soos, so he picked up the phone beside him and was immediately greeted with a sweet, “How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs?”

Ford grinned and closed his book. “I would love to! All three periods are equally as fascinating to study, but the Triassic contains some of my favorite dinosaurs!”

A young voice gasped on the other line. “Mine, too! Everyone thinks the Jurassic period is so great, and it’s pretty cool, but the Triassic gave us Plateosaurus and the Brachiosaurus!”

“That’s very true! You know, it’s very interesting, maybe depictions don’t include feathers at all, which is a bit frustrating, but perhaps after the news has spread they will incorporate more feathers on merchandise and textbooks.”

“YES! That’s what I wanna do when I grow up, help draw better-accurate dinosaurs!”

~~~~~~~~~~

The phone rang on Sunday. The Shack was closed today, so Stan lazily answered it and was greeted with, “Wanna talk about dinosaurs?”

“Sixer, phone for you!”

Ford ran into the living room, elbowed his twin out of the chair, and took the phone. “Hello again, Aaron! Now, where were we? Right, so Australopithecus. … No, I don’t think… Oh! No, homo habilis was erect, Australopithecus was never fully erect.”

“Maybe he was nervous.” Stan groaned, getting to his feet.

Ford shot him a look as thankfully the young boy on the other end didn’t catch that and happily shared some more fun-facts about homo habilis.

~~~~~~~~~~

While most college students were excited for Spring Break so they could get drunk or lose their virginity, Katie was excited because her family had planned a special secret roadtrip. She was careful to keep up with her family and talk to her parents and brother frequently, but Aaron had a hobby he wasn’t talking about that his parents found out and were thrilled about. Aaron had made another friend.

Rick and Katie did some research and the tourist attraction sounded right up their alley! In the middle of the woods, tons of weird stuff, and a fun roadtrip filled with diners and attractions. They decided to surprise Aaron, and they made up a lie that they would spend Spring Break in California with Katie so she could show her family around San Francisco, when in actuality they would be traveling up the state to the Redwood Highway and see the oddity place, and maybe even allow Aaron to meet his new pen-pal. Or, um, phone-pal.

So after bombarding Katie with hugs the Mitchells threw her luggage into the car and drove off. Aaron turned to Katie and excitingly asked, “So where are we going first? Can we go fix the Golden Gate bridge by painting it gold?”

Katie laughed and ruffled his hair. “Maybe later, right now I wanna show you guys this fun store right outside of town. Here, check out the videos I made for my classes!” And she pulled out some airpods and gave one to Aaron.

“Cool!”

Rick and Linda smirked at each other as they drove north. By the time they reached a little diner in Redding, CA, it was very clear to Aaron that they weren’t in San Francisco anymore. “Come on, just tell me where we’re going!” The boy begged as he fed Monchi a fry.

“The best kind of prizes are the surprises.” Linda quoted.

“Eric, Deborahbot5000, where are we going?”

“Sorry, Aaron, we cannot give that information.” Eric said, he and the other robot sitting politely in their seats, happy to be a part of the social interaction.

“Yes, Mother will bury us if we disobey.” Deborahbot said matter-of-factly.

“What?! No I won’t, sweeties.”

“Won’t you ground us?”

The family laughed and Aaron let the topic go; if he was honest, he loved a good surprise. The big family stopped in a motel just at the California-Oregon border, and the next morning after muffins and coffee and orange juice they were on the road again, passing dozens of trees that made Rick feel at home. Katie happily recorded the trip, trusted to be the documenter for another fun roadtrip, with hopefully not as much mortal peril.

Aaron watched as they left the highway for a simple road, and they passed a big sign. The boy gasped and caught what was happening. “No WAY! Really?!”

“You know, I hear this Mystery Shack even has a Sasquatch.” Rick commented while Linda pulled out a pamphlet from the glove box.

“It says here it’s full of odd things you’ll never see anywhere else, even a dinosaur footprint…”

“Wasn’t there a rumor of there being a Bottomless Pit?” Katie asked, pointing her camera at Aaron to get his reaction.

“Thank you thank you THANK YOU!!!” Aaron cheered, hugging his Dad’s neck and kissing his Mom’s cheek.

“Hey, no worries, buddy.” Rick eased, fixing his shewed glasses. “We wanted to see this place, too!”

“Why don’t we eat a quick lunch and then we’ll take the backroad for the attraction? There’s a coupon in here for a diner made from a giant log!”

And so after being served by a pretty blonde teenager at Greasy’s, they drove through town to get to the backroad. Signs made them confident that they were going the correct way, as well as Eric and Deborahbot5000’s GPS. Then as they turned a corner, a big triangle-shaped building came into view. Aaron grinned at the giant sign with a missing letter. People were already leaving, arms full of souvenirs and one or two already wearing their new hats or t-shirts. Once Rick parked in the Free Parking Lot, Aaron spilled out of the car and ran for the shack, but he stopped.

Katie caught up to him and patted his back. “You cool, man?”

Aaron shrugged, holding his hands in front of him and his shoulders up to hide his face a bit. “I-I dunno… What if… What if he doesn’t like me?”

“Hey, I get it.” Katie admitted. “When I first met my friends I was really nervous. I had talked to them online for weeks and I was worried it wasn’t gonna be what it was all cracked up to be, but it was. Your system worked! You found another dino-lover! You earned this moment. Just take in a deep breath and be yourself, cuz you’re a pretty cool dude.”

Aaron smiled up at his big sister. “Thanks.”

Trusting Eric and Deborahbot5000 to watch Monchi and make sure he used the bathroom, the Mitchells went inside the shack. On the porch there was an ice cooler, a sign reading schedule times for tours of the Oddity Museum, a Help Wanted sign, and two rocking chairs with a game of checkers between them.

Inside the store a few customers filled up the gift shop, alongside t-shirts, snowglobes, a vending machine, a door beside ti that read Employees Only, a bookshelf full of comic on one side and old newspapers claiming alien sightings on the other, a fish tank holding a monkey-mermaid, and barrels full of spaceship keychains and dino claws. A new section called Camping Stuff caught Rick’s eye, selling backpacks, lanterns, flashlights, batteries, canteens, and compasses. Katie opened a comic called Lil’Stanley and laughed at the swears, taking a pic and sending it to her friends’ group chat. Linda looked into the barrel full of patches and grinned at all the fun designs, while Aaron stared happily at the mer-monkey.

The Employees Only door opened and closed and Rick watched as a man in a suit, fez, and eyepatch walked up to the lady at the register and kissed her cheek. The woman smiled lovingly and left while the guy who resembled a gopher checked a customer out. Rick waited until the buyer left to approach the register, leaning an arm on the counter.

“Welcome to the Mystery Shack, dude!”

“Thanks! So, this is gonna sound weird, but my son Aaron talks to a guy here about dinosaurs…”

“No way!” The owner interrupted excitedly. “Good to see you, dudes! I’m Mr. Mystery! Wow, you guys came a long way, huh?”

“Nah, only from California. My daughter is attending art school there.”

While the men chit-chatted and Linda joined them, Katie noticed a guy walking up to Aaron and looking at the mer-monkey. She smiled and tried to read the comic without being too nosy, but she kept her senses on her brother.

“Hm, quite fascinating, isn’t it?” The man in the blue hoodie said. “But I think my favorite is the fossilized footprint. Could be Nanuqsaurus hoglundi.”

“The Polar Bear Lizard?” Aaron clarified, touching his chin as he looked at the dino-print, his back to the man he was talking to. “Maybe, but they’re from Alaska. It’s possible plate tectonics did cause some fossils to be relocated here, but it could also be a Nanotyrannosaurus lancensis footprint.”

“The Dwarf Tyrant? Could very well be. Would you like to talk about dinosaurs after your tour?”

Aaron’s eyes widened as the voice was finally familiar to him. He turned and looked up to find an old man smiling up at him. He had fluffy gray hair with a white stripe running around his scalp, wrinkles by his eyes due to smiling, a cleft chin, glasses, and wore a blue hoodie with a maroon sweater underneath. His hands were behind his back and he smiled down at Aaron warmly, while the boy was jittery and overly-excited. He took in a sharp breath and had to fight every muscle to keep from leaping through the screen door. 

“H-H-Hi…” He peeped. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Y-Yeah, sure! I’d love to! I’m Aaron! Er, wait, you already knew that.” And he held out a hand to shake.

His phone-pal, Ford, chuckled and got on one knee to be eye-level. “Greeting, Aaron! It’s nice to formally meet you.”

Aaron shook his hand and noticed something. He had six fingers on his right hand. A quick glance told Aaron he also had six fingers on his left hand. Aaron grinned with sparkling eyes at his new friend, while the old sailor smiled warmly at the boy that reminds him of his niece and nephew when they were young.

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 3, Chp. 9″

"Black Butterfly, sail across the waters Tell your sons and daughters what the struggle brings Black Butterfly, set the skies on fire Rise up even higher So the ageless winds of time can catch your wings"

Deniece Williams – "Black Butterfly"

Disa spotted Pamela in the middle of the floor.

The moment the beat hit her ears, Pamela threw her head back and tossed her ass in a circle letting Disa know it was good to go.

The beginning was always the difficult part of her sets when she was trying to create a montage of feelings through sound. There were peaks and valleys she had to hit in order to hold the audience hostage. She almost lost it halfway through Zana High Life when the host shouted out DJ Geechee Dan standing on the side of the stage. Disa had been trying to find him up in the VIP section and he was right there, less than twenty feet from her watching her cut up a live mix.

It was Erik that saved her from bumbling her set as she focused on him moving instead of Geechie Dan being so near her. He came out of nowhere and she had no idea he could dance so well. The boy showed out and Pamela tried to keep up. It brought a smile to her lips to see him grab her homegirl and dance Pamela around. No one had ever been able to hang with her, and Erik pushed the woman to go all out.

Disa reeled everyone back in when she let Erik's voice quote "Beloved" over the music. He matched the tone of the syncopated beats. It sounded romantic. Dreamy. She took a respite and let the mix play as she watched him dance. So fluid. Like water. She knew he practiced capoeira and decided to go off script and freestyle her set. Dragging down some berimabau sounds, she cued up a Brazilian jam and dropped it on top of her own drumming in time to the stringed instrument. It struck like a thunderbolt on Erik and it shocked her to see him backflip and hold his body in a handstand as his legs moved in slow motion before he crouched on the floor low and swayed to the ancient sounds.

The boy was bad.

Loose hips and expressive arm movement fooled everyone into thinking he was just jamming instead of showing off a martial art. Disa was in awe and almost missed her next transition cue because she was so mesmerized by him. How could that brainy, standoffish, and arrogant man-child turn into a snake-hipped God of the dance?

Pamela jumped back on him and Disa played with them both by skipping her planned closing and taking the two of them to the Black Queer spaces she roamed with Pamela and friends. Punching up the voice of the icon Selvin Mizrahi, aka MC Debra, Disa brought in ballroom beats.

"That shouldn't have been the question," echoed about the space and Pamela stopped dancing with Erik and pointed a finger at Disa.

"Don't play with me, bitch!" Pamela shouted before she dropped to the floor and duck walked like the diva she was. This attracted their other homegirl Tatum who dipped several times making Yamilet stand aside with weak knees. Pamela played with Tatum in a simulated ballroom battle over Erik's attention until Tatum pushed Pamela aside and twirled around the youngster capturing his attention. The audience roared when Erik dropped into his own duck walk challenging Tatum. Erik's friends howled and the entire venue lost it when he dipped three times in front of Tatum making her storm off in a pretend huff as he duck walked after her before spinning on his back and shoulders. He grabbed Tatum's hand and ground on her ass with the closing notes of Disa's set. Loud whistles and claps erupted, and she waved to the crowd before the lights switched over to the next DJ who looked frightened at the prospect of following up after her.

Tatum rushed over to her swiping back long strands of crimped and twisty hair.

"Girl, your lil man was out here giving what he was supposed to give! Is he…?"

"Erik? No, I don't believe so."

"He was putting that thang on me like he wanted a piece of the good, Sis. He grab on me again like that and I'll let him get a taste."

Tatum's dark brown eyes were glossy from drinking and she followed Disa as she carried her crate of vinyl to the green room.

"He's not the type to turn mean if he knows….y'now…" Tatum said.

"He's very open. I don't think he'd trip to know you're Trans."

"Good. Cuz he could get it from any of these women out here. Did you see him move? I know Pamela is butt hurt that she was not the center of the dance universe tonight."

Tatum watched her tuck her crate under a covered table and push them far back with her jacket on top of it with her computer bag.

"I liked how you closed out your set."

"People liked it, yeah?"

"Yeah, but I worry cuz you know how these niggas be wildin' if you bring in the Fam in hetero spaces. Everybody turns into homophobe and kills the vibe for everybody."

Disa's cell buzzed. She pulled it from her back pocket.

"Yamilet and them. She's out by the car now."

Disa dragged her crate back out and Tatum carried her computer bag for her. They headed outside to the parking lot. Yamilet was there with Pamela, and Essie. She opened her trunk and Disa dumped her stuff. The women gave her joyous hugs and high fives before they traipsed back in to catch the other DJs.

Erik ran up to her breathless.

"Hey! I thought you were leaving!"

Disa patted his arm.

"No, just putting my gear away. Erik, these are my friends…"

She introduced everyone, and Erik shook their hands. Tatum and Pamela gave him big hugs and Yamilet snapped her fingers at him.

"Geechie… Hey! Geechie Dan, hold up!" Erik shouted.

Disa's heart dropped in her belly. Erik shook her idol's hand and brought him over to Disa.

"This is Disa Abdullah-Woods, your biggest fan," Erik said.

"My dear, sweet, woman, you are a master class of gifts. That set was-"

Geechie Dan kissed his fingers to end his praise.

Disa held out a trembling hand to him.

"No, that's not gonna do, Buttafly. Bring it in," he said opening his arms wide.

Disa burst into tears.

"Hey, I'm nobody to cry over," he whispered.

Geechie Dan gave Disa a big hug, and she stood there like a blubbering baby. The years that she spent practicing what she would say to the man if she ever met him in person went straight out the window. She used to laugh at people who became overly emotional meeting celebrities, but now she totally understood the overwhelming feeling that surged through her.

She wiped her eyes and Erik rubbed her back with gentle circles.

"I've been a fan since I was a little kid," she stammered out.

"Erik here told me. I told him how much I enjoyed his dancing and he just went in about you."

A crowd surrounded Geechie Dan, but he ignored them, his twinkling eyes on her.

"It has been a long time since I've seen a DJ create a set with so much intention behind it. You have something special in you, young lady. Never lose that gift."

Disa's mouth seemed to lose all ability to work. All the things she wanted to say stalled in her throat. He was there in the flesh. Standing in front of her.

"Disa has a radio show you should go on," Erik suggested.

"Oh yeah? Give me your number. I'll call you up and we can chop it up."

Geechie Dan pulled out his cell and Disa gave him her number, her voice a soft shell of its usual assertive tone.

"When I get some free time, I'll hit you up. Excuse me, they want me back up on stage. Amazing set, Disa. Keep spinning!"

The man shook her hand with both of his and his entourage and promoters swept him away.

"She's still in shock," Yamilet said waving her hand in Disa's face.

Erik's bright smile attracted her attention. Had he not spoken to the man, Disa may very well have missed her opportunity to meet him, let alone remember to ask the man for a radio interview. Her mind floated with the surreal nature of the experience. Her cell buzzed.

Here's my number. I'll be in New York in a few weeks, would be open to an in-person radio interview.

Geechee Dan's personal cell number. She had it. In her palm.

Disa reached out and grabbed Erik's shoulders. She planted a big fat kiss on his lips.

"Damn, what was that for?" he said.

"Being here," she said.

He wiped his lips and smiled.

"Erik…"

Chloe slinked up and slipped her arm in Erik's, tugging him towards the dance floor. Disa watched him enter the thick crowd of swaying bodies to dance once more.

###

Her night was a dreamy success.

Disa stayed in a popular hotel with her friends, and they hung out in the bar. Erik strolled into the lobby with his friends. In a tipsy stupor, Disa walked over to him with a fresh drink in her hand. "Didn't know you were staying here too," she said.

He took the drink from her and sipped it down.

"Hey… you can't drink this here out in the open, you're underage!"

She snatched it away from his lips.

"Nah, it's after midnight… I'm twenty-one now," he said.

"Oh, shit. It's your birthday? Today?"

"Yep."

"Happy Birthday, Erik!"

She hugged him tight and gave him the glass of liquor.

"Enjoy," she said.

"What room are we in?" Jace asked.

Erik's dorm companion looked sleepy along with two other guys.

"301," Erik said handing Jace a key card.

Disa's friends called for her to return to the bar counter.

"Come celebrate with us," she said pointing to her group.

"I'm beat, to be honest. Thanks for asking me though."

"If you change your mind, we'll be down here."

"Good to know."

"Thanks for everything, Erik. Tonight was really special and meant a lot to me. Especially with you hooking me up with Geechie Dan."

"Glad to make your dream come true."

His eyes penetrated hers.

"Okay grown-ass man, go to bed," she said pushing on his arm playfully.

"You're drunk," he teased.

"A happy one at that," she said stumbling off to join her girls.

Three more drinks later, after a heated discussion with a group of men who hovered around them trying to interject their unwanted opinions about dating, Disa leaned over the bar counter and asked for a special birthday cocktail for Erik. She went to the lobby restroom, collected the drink afterward, and excused herself from her friends. She took the elevator to the third floor and found Erik's room. The fruity exotic drink had a lot of strong liquor in it. Knocking on the door, she waited for someone to answer. She could hear a tv on and talking going on inside.

Kelvin, a cute nerdy string bean answered the door.

"Is Erik up?" she asked.

Kelvin's eyes nearly popped out looking at her.

"You were so good," he yelped.

"Thank you… um… Erik?"

"He's not here."

"Not here? Did he go out?"

"No, he's in that room," Kelvin said pointing across the hall to room 302.

"Thanks," she said.

Kelvin closed the door and Disa did a one-eighty and rapped her knuckles on the new door. She toyed with the blue umbrella and pineapple garnish on his drink. Erik answered. Shirtless and wearing tight gray boxers.

"Hey," she said.

"Um… Hi. 'sup?"

"Birthday drink. A proper one."

She thrust it out to him and tried to brush past him, but he held an arm up in the door jamb blocking her. Her brain failed to register that he didn't want her inside, and she bumped against him, her breasts touching his chest.

"I can't come in?"

"I have someone here," he said.

Her eyes cut behind him. Chloe was draped in nothing but a sheet, the tops of her breasts threatening to spill over her arm that clutched the covers.

"Oh, snap. I'm sorry. I thought you were staying with the guys over there. Didn't realize you had your own room. Here, enjoy the drink," she said.

Erik took the bulbous glass, and his expression was full of embarrassment. He stepped into the hall and closed the door behind him. Disa stepped back from him and fumbled with her hands.

"Handle your business. It's time for me to get to bed myself… get some sleep. Have fun!"

She tried to sound jovial, but something in the back of her throat made her voice accusatory. As if she caught him doing something behind her back. For months she thought of Erik as her little pet. He was her loyal puppy, and she had to admit she enjoyed all the fawning he did over her. But he was also a young man with needs. She tried not to look at the package that was hanging in his underwear. The outline of it was showing off. God forbid if he was a grower too.

"Me and Chloe kinda got this thing going on now…"

"New girlfriend and good birthday sex is a blessing. Night Erik."

She turned to leave and pivoted back to him.

"Can I put on a birthday dinner for you and your family? I know you're planning on eating at Toulouse, but I would love to host your birthday party at my place."

"That's too much Disa. I have a lot of people coming in from all over."

"How many?"

"Fifteen—"

"Pfft, boy, you've been to my dinner parties, you know how I get down. Fifteen is nothing for me."

"The cost alone will be crazy—"

"Let me handle that. You deserve a special day. You made my night amazing, let me show my appreciation. What would you like to eat?"

Erik's eyes grew thoughtful, they dropped to look at his drink.

"I love your Confit de Canard,"

"Aw, I see. I finally got you to give in to duck meat."

"It's gonna be hella expensive."

"Don't worry about it. Let's say six sharp on Saturday, three courses and Turkish coffee with a birthday cake."

His eyes lit up.

"I'll let my people know."

"Tell them to dress up. I'll plan a splendid evening with games afterward."

Erik grabbed her hand and pulled her in close.

"Thank you," he said.

"Better get back to Chloe. Don't want her chewing my head off for keeping all of this out of the bed."

She smirked at him and wandered down the hall.

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Chloe had a frown n her face when Erik walked back into the hotel room.

"What did she want?"

"Birthday gift," he said holding up the fancy drink.

He sipped it, and the liquor was too strong for his tastes. It would knock him out before he had a chance to smash Chloe. He put the glass on the nightstand and pulled off his boxers. His dick was already at half-mast.

"Why is your dick like that already?"

Chloe sat up, and the frown on her face deepened.

"Looking at you gets me excited," he countered.

Hopping into the bed, he pulled back the sheets and swiped her nipples with his tongue.

"You're attracted to her."

"Disa? That's my homegirl—"

"Everyone knows you have a crush on her. You turn into a puddle whenever she's around."

Chloe folded her arms over her breasts blocking his access.

"If your dick is getting hard for her, maybe you should get some birthday sex from her instead!"

"Chloe. Stop trippin'. I'm giving this dick to you."

He rubbed the hardening length against her thigh. She slapped it.

"Wanna play rough?" he said.

"Was your dick hard for that Trans chick too?"

"What?"

"Disa's friend. The one with the long fluffy hair. You didn't know?"

"No. She fine as fuck though."

"You'd fuck a Trans woman?"

There was disgust on her face.

Erik sat up. He'd been around Trans women and Trans men all his life, especially in Brazil. He had a Trans play uncle in Sao Paulo who used to babysit him and his play cousin Marisol.

"A woman is a woman. She got titties I can play with and a hole I can fuck, I don't see a problem—"

"Ohmigod! You really would fuck her."

"That ass was amazing."

"I can't believe you're serious!"

"Are you a queerphobe? Cuz if you are, that's not gonna work for me."

"No… I just… I can't picture you being like that."

"Like what?"

"Accepting. You're like a man's man—"

"A Transphobe? I wasn't raised like that. My mother would never let me treat people like shit who didn't deserve it."

Chloe stared down at her hands.

"I'm glad to hear that, actually."

"Yeah? Why?"

Her eyes welled up.

"My sister… she's transitioning… he's becoming my brother and I worry about him going up against guys like you."

"Guys like me?"

"Y'know overly masculine. He's coming to visit me in a few weeks and I wanted you to meet him since he's interested in capoeira."

Her eyes met his.

"I didn't mean to be accusatory about Disa's friend. She's beautiful. Prettier than me."

"You're the prettiest woman in this room right now."

She slapped his hand and smiled.

"But you do like Disa. Right?"

"She's my friend. I had a big crush on her when I first arrived on campus, but now… she's like a mentor… a big sister. We're close and she teaches all kinds of cool stuff. I probably do act all goofy when I'm around her—"

"It's cute… really. I just… let's forget about it."

He kissed her. With guilt. Disa meant more to him than just a big sister or a mentor. She was the ultimate woman. But she would never see him as a man.

Chloe wrapped her lips around his dick and rolled a condom on his shaft after she plumped him up to complete hardness. She presented her backside to him and he sank into her walls and pumped, enjoying her soft sighs and cries of passion. He took off the condom much later as she allowed him to fuck her raw in the ass and dump a hot load in her anal walls. She kept his mind off of Disa and those lush breasts that truly made his dick thicken and visibly tell Chloe the truth. Disa was his dream girl. Everyone could see it.

###

The large package arrived at Disa's house the day before Erik's birthday party. She called him on his phone to tell them that a big box with a D.C. return address and B. Dunduza written in black block letters was sitting in her living room.

He drove over to her house, and Disa watched him tear it open. There was a note on top of the bubble wrap.

"Kept these in storage for you. We wanted to wait until you turned twenty-one to have them. Cherish them as we cherish you."

Uncle Bakari and Auntie Shavonne both signed it.

Erik removed the layer of bubble wrap and his heart nearly stopped.

He fingered the old dark brown leather, and a breath shuddered out of him.

"Erik? You alright?" Disa asked.

She put a hand on his shoulder as he lifted the leather-bound journal from the box.

"These are my father's journals," he whispered.

Opening the first journal, he recognized the careful Wakandan script written by his father's powerful hand. They taped a small piece of bubble wrap on the page. Erik unraveled it and gasped before falling on his backside.

"What is it?" Disa asked, rising concern coloring her voice

Opening his fingers, Erik stared at the wondrous gift.

His Baba's ring. Attached to the chain his mother bought for him as an anniversary gift. The chain his father wore the night he was killed by King T'Chaka.

His family birthright.

Now his.

Chapter 10 HERE

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