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generallysapphic · 2 years ago

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NSFW Alphabet with Shuriri x Reader! (+18)

y’all really loved the shuriri headcanons so here are some more! i’ve wanted to do the NSFW alphabet for some time and now i cannn ehehhe

now this is a poly couple so i’ll be talking about riri x you, shuri x you, AND riri x shuri because they was fucking loooonnggg before the meet you in my headcanon so enjoy!

warnings; obviously sex, overstim, crying kink, squirting, public humiliation kink, smothering kink, mention of tribbing 👀, joke about a p*ss kink (it happens so fast yall chill out), rough handling, breeding kink, name calling, bullying kink, lab and public sex, vibranium strap, and brat taming.

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A = Aftercare (What’re they like after sex?)

they’re both gods at aftercare, having taken care of each other for so long. riri likes to talk you through it, make sure you’re all the way calmed down and shuri likes to bring you water and hot towels while you recover.

they both use the green light system, and you guys do have a safe word that’s very rarely used. (it’s the word black)

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part)

ass, ass, asss!! they both love a nice butt, but riri more especially; what can she say she’s from chicago! riri will do whatever she can to fondle, grope, hold, or just even touch your ass wherever she can.

she also loves your neck, not just because she’s at the height of it, but because it’s so sensitive. right where your ears start to your gorgeous collarbones, she leaves hickies on it whenever she can, often complimenting her work with a smirk when she sees you wear a sweater despite the comfortable 70 degrees outside

on shuri, riri likes her arms, they’re so toned and strong and one time after a mission went wrong she fucked everything she had into riri who couldn’t walk for the next few days, but all riri can remember is how easy it was for shuri to hold her down and stay in place.

shuri absolutely loves your mouth. she likes sucking on your lips and holding your tongue against her. she’s all for spit and slobber because to her it means she’s doing good and you can’t hold back; she thinks you look prettiest when your mouth is wide open when youre cumming and you’re drooling too.

she also loves your breasts. much like riri, she’ll take any and every opportunity to handle them wherever she can. she’ll come up behind to give you a hug, which always results in her groping your tits usually playing with your nipples and letting the flesh run through her fingers

now of course, shuri loves riri’s thighs, fuck does she love her thighs. shuri was eating riri out once and riri had cum over and over and at that final orgasm, she was practically smothering shuri who didn’t let up. when she finally let go, shuri said breathless, “i would die between your thighs if you asked me,”

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum)

it’s their life goal to make you have a fulfilling orgasm, mostly because you tend to cream and squirt, which they both love. they love lapping up your cum too with their tongues, fighting over who gets more sometimes.

you and shuri both looovve making riri cum all for the sake of her noises, her deep baritone moans and her gasps and breaths sometimes can tip anyone over if she’s stimulated enough. riri doesn’t (or hasn’t with y’all) squirt, and her cum is usually pretty watery thin and long and sticky and it ruins the sheets but fuck it’s so hot to see, when her clit pulses and her entrance squeezes around nothing and she’s lets out “fuck, fuck,” over and over again.

the queen’s orgasms are something to behold. shuri isn’t as loud during sex compared to you and riri, but when she’s cumming, she’s fucking cumming. her eyes will roll back and her jaw will tighten and her thrusts will get sloppy and she’ll let out a sexy drawn out curse in xhosa that you’ve both come to the conclusion means , “i’m cumming, fuck” repeated over and over. her cum is a little bit more milky like yours and it’s just so so fucking sweet like she’s been dipped in cocoa. you and riri can’t get enough.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)

riri loves it when she’s put in her place, she loves when someone can tell her what to do and fucking mean it. you and her have tried it before, shuri giving you some tips, and fuck, the orgasms you both had were incomparable to anything like it before. you both try to switch it up every now and again but usually she’s telling you what to do.

shuri loooves public humiliation, and it’s definitely a secret because she doesn’t share at all. no one should see riri or you the way she does but if she could make you cum in secret in a room full of people? oh she’s taking the chance of a lifetime. riri told you about the one time shuri had set her kimoyo beads to vibrate against her and while holding her hand against riri’s lap, the beads moving silently against her clit until she couldn’t take it and had to leave the meeting. riri was fucked about 6 times that night.

E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

surprise, riri is more than shuri! riri is late in her sophomore year when she starts dating shuri, and by then she’s got about 5 or so bodies under her belt. all women, all fine, and all cumming harder than they can ever remember. it was a well known secret around campus

and even though shuri doesn’t have as many bodies (mostly because of the snap bc we know she would’ve been hoeing for real) she’s a fast learner. the two girls she has fucked threatened to leave the country if she didn’t continue a relationship with them, and well, they left. shuri had no intention at the time for such commitment. she met riri later that year and something clicked, the rest is history.

F = Favorite position

easy; for riri she likes you on her lap in missionary. she wants to see your face and the pussy she’s pounding into. she wants easy access to your neck so she can bite and the ability to grope your butt as she thrusts into you.

when y’all are tribbing, youre on top of riri. she loves seeing you lose your balance and hold onto her tight thighs and gasp above her it’ll make her come in a heartbeat.

shuri loves loves loves backshots but not as much as she does cowgirl. if you two aren’t sharing a vibrator, the stimulation from you bouncing on her dick drives her insane, seeing your tits move up and down and you dig your nails into her abdomen is gonna get her everytime.

shuri and you rarely scissor but when you do, of course she’s on top. she likes the control of being on top of you, seeing your head go back and your thighs ache against her will be more than enough to make her fuck into you faster.

shuri likes to take riri doggy style, riri cums so fast that way and neither of them ever understood why. riri loves when shuri is breathing against her neck and when she feels her thrusts get sloppy, she loves hearing how wet they both sound it’ll drive her crazy.

much like you riri stays on the bottom when shuri tribs her. it’s intense because riri’s hood is very very small so most of her clit is out and open and ready for the taking. she’s cums fast and long when shuri or you trib her and it’s her favorite quick way to get off.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious or humorous?)

shuri fucks for a reason so she’s not one to play. she’s concentrating, and she’s all in all enthralled with her partners so no joke can take her out it at all. she’s not one to joke either during, but maybe after she’ll make fun of you or riri for how fast you both came or how loud you were.

riri can pop a couple of jokes but she gets serious when shes fucking and getting fucked, she takes her and y’all’s pleasure very seriously. much like shuri she can joke after the fact but before you and shuri have come at least three times, she’s not laughing at all.

H = Hair (How well groomed?)

they’re both damn near bald, much like you. riri most times shaved her hair into a heart but everything else is waxed on a two week basis. shes doesn’t mind hair at all, she’ll eat and fuck whatever you put in front of her no questions asked, but she herself likes to be shaven

shuri has no hair, mostly before she needs to wear skin tight protective wear under her back planter suit. so she’s shaved all the time regardless. much like riri; she doesn’t mind hair, she’s a fucking munch she’ll go to town no matter what unless you tell her to stop. but for her safety and to avoid chaffing, she’s bald as well.

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they during?)

riri loves taking her time with you. she’s gonna pick you apart and tease you until the slightest touch from her has you doubled over and whining.

she loves kissing you before you cum, while you cum, after you cum, she’s gonna have her mouth on you any and everywhere. she’s very intimate and likes to encourage more of the feeling of being together than the need to cum.

she and shuri had a session that lasted nearly 6 hours of them just exploring each other and finding out their likes and dislikes. she does the same with you and y’all three did it together for about 8 hours.

shuri peaks at intimacy, she’s not one for quickies or those hard fucks that are just to blow off steam; she wants to make you crumble and watch you fall apart. it’s good for her too, understanding and learning you as much as she can.

she loves talking to you, encouraging you to be loud and to cum and to tell her what you want, she’s always in your ear telling you you’re doing good and those sorts of things and she won’t stop until youve let up yourself.

she loves those elongated sessions you three with have after you’ve spent too much time apart; her being queen, riri being ironheart, and you still in school full time. so when the day comes you and riri are in bed for about two days straight being picked apart by your love.

J = Jack off (Masturbation, obviously!)

riri and her vibrator are twinning fr, shes never with out it. she has a small silicone dildo that’s been pushed away because her pussy has been molded to fit shuri and shuri only, but when she needs it she’ll use it.

she rarely needs to masturbate though, even if shuri’s busy, you’re not and even if you are, shuri isn’t. she’s got plenty of options, but if she needs a quick little stimulation, she’ll fuck on the pillow you three share just to have something of you both close to her, your scents engraved on her skin as she cums.

shuri rarely does. after your sessions, she’s satisfied until she isn’t and usually then she’ll just go to one of you and fuck it out her until you’ve both cum and are breathless.

but when she absolutely needs to, like a late night in the lab and you both are asleep, she’ll likely just rub her clit in small circles and think of you two. most times she’ll have a sweater or a pair of underwear to smell to push her over and when you two wake up, she’s fucking you both once more.

K = Kink (self explanatory)

riri has a very near piss kink and won’t admit it. she loves making you squirt (and won’t stop until you do) and has made one too many “i don’t care if you’re peeing on face time, don’t put me on mute” jokes for you to push past it, but it’s never outwardly said.

a kink she’s very outwardly excited about is her breeding kink; she calls you mami all the time, and when she gets into the mood she’ll fuck into you like she wants to cum inside you. the dildos shuri has made for you both allows her to do so and when she does, she doesn’t let up. dirty talk is must during these times, “you want me to breed you, mami? come inside you, yeah?” and you always nod along and moan blissfully.

with shuri she loves getting slapped slightly. as mentioned earlier her clit is pretty wide and after she comes shuri often slaps it, making her jump and slip out some more cum and moan. she likes when shuri rough handles her and makes her take it. shuri’s more than happy to give her a little pain.

shuri loves for breeding as well but she really has a dirty talk kink. you really didn’t see it at first but once she asked you how badly you need her and you went on a tangent and you swore she fucked you harder than she’s ever before. she moves deeply as you keep talking and one day after the fact you ask her if she has that kink.

“well yes, doesn’t every one?” is her deadpan response. you continue to talk dirty, sometimes in her ear at meetings, most times in the lab when she’s working. she loves it every time.

with riri, she’s more aggressive, fucks her a little bit harder than she would you. she’s been with riri longer so she knows riri’s limits. she loves over stimulating her.

L = Location (Favorite place to be)

nothing beats fucking in the bedroom for them but riri likes to fuck you in her dorm and the lab sometimes. she loves when your completely all over her sheets, spread out on her bed, marking up it with your scent and cum.

in the lab, she likes giving you backshots over the desk, moving all of her equipment and fucking into you with the fear that someone, even shuri, could walk in and see you moaning and cumming all over her dick. the thrill of getting caught is what pushing you both over

shuri loves taking you in the balcony, she’s likes the view of the setting sun paired with your gorgeous moans. she loves when you whimper that someone could see you both if they look up high enough and she always retorts that everyone knows how much you love her dick anyways, “might as well give them a show, yeah?”

no one ever sees you two, obviously, unless they have binoculars which are banned within a certain feet of the throne room, but the thought is all in all exciting, so you never fuse at her too much.

speaking of thrones, she’s like you and riri both in the throne room the most. it’s such a sacred place and she loves watching you struggle to keep your voices down because it’s the only room in her kingdom that isn’t sound proof. she locks the door everytime but if either of you are too loud the dora milaje could come bursting through and see the princesses of wakanda falling apart at the hands of their queen. she loves the thought.

M = Motivation (What gets them turned on/ going)

you and riri both have a shared love, fetish, kink whatever you call it for shuri’s hands and jawline. so sharp and skilled they both are and seeing them in action �� her working in the lab, maybe speaking entirely in xhosa to her elders and moving her jaw to pronounce her words correctly, whatever it is — you both feel hot and bothered in moments.

her accent is a killer too, when she says ‘baby’ or ‘my love’ it’s niagara falls for you both. sometimes riri will ask her to whisper when y’all are in others’ presence and need to be quiet and her buttery sexy accent will be lowered and her voice softer and it drives you both mad.

with riri, she likes when shuri is angry, when a project fails or she has to leave and do something as black panther. after seeing her in the lab slamming her fist against the table and punching a mannequin so far back into the wall, riri has never been the same. she loves when shuri acts like this because it usually means shuri is gonna take control and not fuck around, tell her what to do and put riri in her place where she belongs, and, as we’ve discussed, riri fucking loves this

shuri is turned on by both of you almost all the time anyways; she likes the way your hips sway when you walk and she likes riri’s overconfidence that she knows she can knock down a few pegs but what really gets her going is seeing you both needy. she loves it when she’s working late and you both come to her side and ask her to come to bed, you kissing her jaw and riri rubbing her back and fiddling with her hands. she completely melts for the both of you, her brain already racking on the many ways she came make you cum just with her hands alone. she loves when you’re both open and honest with her about what you really want instead of dropping hints. once that breathy, “please come to bed shuri,” leaves either one of your mouths shes on you in the next minute.

but for shuri and riri, she likes when riri is completely obedient. doing exactly what she says and taking everything shuri has to give. she loves how riri will crumble when she finally subs and it’s so lovely to see her outward exterior get destroyed with a couple of touches.

N = No (Something they’d say no to?)

neither are big fans or any SA scenarios and luckily neither are you. it’s not ever a conversation you three needed to have.

riri doesn’t like mean name calling, she’s more of a soft bully who makes you open up. calling you a bitch or whore or hoe makes her upset and best believe if she ever got called that herself she’d light any and everything up.

shuri hates undeserved pain. she’s okay with spanking you lightly and an occasional slap to your pussy, but slapping your face or handcuffing you is just not her thing. she likes making you squirm, sure, but if she needs to restrict you, she’ll just use her own hands.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving)

i’ll say it again, shuri is a fucking munch

most of her pleasure derives from yours and riri’s but when it comes to eating pussy? she’s doing it all for herself. she doesn’t hear wait or stop, she only lets up when the safe word leaves your mouth and even then, she’s kisses your swollen clit and licking the rest of cum off of your lips. and when you’ve calmed down she’ll ask in all seriousness, “can i finish now?”

though she won’t admit it, riri likes to get eaten out just as well. but she loves making you feel good too, so if you could work out a 69 situation, she’s set. riri is a little insecure with how she sounds so most times if her face is buried in your pussy while your face is buried in hers it’s mostly just to mumble her sounds.

P = Pace (How fast or slow are they?)

riri likes to fuck you fast and hard, she has a thing for making you wait to cum but she’ll always move in and out at a speed you can’t keep up in. even with tribbing, her sensitive clit has her chasing her high before most so she’s rubbing against you fast and hard, so eager to cum and get you there too

if you asked she’d take it slow, much like she did with your first time, but once you’d say ‘faster’ there was no need to tell her twice.

shuri takes her time with both of you; once more, her pleasure is yours and vise verse so she wants to pick you apart, kiss every inch of your body from your forehead to your toes. she thrusts with hard, long, slow strokes making you feel every. fucking. inch.

if she felt like you deserved it, she’d go faster but it’s unlikely she’s listening to your words at all, mostly hearing the way your pussy sounds as she’s fucking you and how sweet you sound when you beg for more.

Q = Quickie (How do they feel about them?)

riri doesn’t mind a quickie; fingering you in the shower before a class? she’s there. fucking against you in a hallway before a meeting? say less. meeting in her dorm to give her ‘good luck sex’ before the final she’s already passed? it’s done. of course she likes taking her time with you and not rushing to get over that edge but if she has to, she doesn’t mind one but

shuri hates quickies. best believe any ‘quickie’ of hers will lead to an elongated 4 hour sex session. she needs you and riri in your entirety, not still clothed and shoved into a closet, no way. when riri and her had a ‘quickie’ once, shuri missed a very important meeting because she wasn’t letting up or giving riri away just yet. shuri had decided that she would never fall for the lie of a ‘quickie’.

R = Risk (What’re some risks they take?)

they actually made a risk with you, not ever have been poly before. they had talked about for nearly months before splitting off and finding their perfect match, shuri looking in wakanda and riri heading to chicago since they knew home best. hence how they found you. after that it was a blooming relationship that balanced them completely; you gave riri the ability to be a dom from time and time while shuri was able to jst be a top with you since she had practically made you a pillow princess for her.

they’re both open to doing something in public, riri and you more than shuri but the conversation has started at least! other than that, you three had tried damn near everything that everyone was comfortable with.

S = Stamina (How long can they fuck?)

shuri could go for hours and hours. you nearly called her a stallion at one point after the third night in a row you had to tap out. riri adds a small, “now you see what i had to go through!” and you laugh but you genuinely don’t know how much abuse your pussy can take from all the rounds shuri can go

riri lasts at least 4 rounds and 3 orgasms, from both parties. she likes to make sure you get a good couple of orgasms in before she completely taps out and most times the last round will be long, drawn out thrusts to calm her own body down.

T = Toys (Do they have any toys?)

you all have your own personal collection of toys and, if put together, could be considered a small sex shop.

riri of course has her favorite vibrator and her small dildo that she so rarely uses now. she also has her favorite set of boxers that she puts all of her straps through which gives her some friction on her clit when she fucks you.

her favorite strap is the one shuri designed, just under 7” and small traces of vibranium run through it allowing for riri and shuri’s orgasms to be transferred inside you when they come while fucking you; it feels fucking incredible everytime.

she has some blindfolds and some lingerie for you and her to match and wear if you wanted (which you have) and some flavored lube, all of which is damn near gone.

shuri has about 6 different straps she uses evenly split between you and riri. riri gets the thicker ones, the ones she can squeeze around and pulse about without worry that her pussy isn’t full enough. all of riri’s straps come with a top piece that presses right against her clit that always, always makes her come harder than anything even

your straps that were curated just for you are longer and have a perfectly shaped head that always stabs your g-spot with incredible accuracy. shuri likes to milk your pussy for all its worth so she tries to push you over the edge with her strap alone and it’s always worked so far.

oh and of course her straps can come into you just as hard and just as intense as riri’s

the vibrator she has is mostly for her, small and quiet with just under 5 different speeds and settings.

she mostly buys any lingerie or toys you want; she’s satisfied with her straps and you riding her.

U = Unfair (How unfair are they?)

they both treat you unfairly in their own special ways

riri is the queen of bullying you. she edges you, teases you and makes you ask for it regardless. whether or not you being sweet or acting like a fucking brat, you cum when she wants you to.

most times she acts innocent too, “what baby? come on tell me sweetheart, i’m right here, tell me what you need, mami,” and you’ll say it over and over again and she’ll still chuckle in your face and say, “in a second baby, i’m not done playing with your pretty pussy yet, yeah? you’ll cum soon, i promise, love, just hold out for me, okay? be my good girl and wait for me, baby? it’ll be soon enough, i promise, mami,”

‘soon’ never arrives.

shuri, on the other hand, gives you everything you want, as long as you say it

her favorite line, “i’m not a mind reader, y/n, tell me and i’ll do it,” and she always, always delivers. but sometimes she’ll fuck you so dumb the words you need won’t come out and she’ll stop and frustrate you only to ask, “what, baby, you wanted me to keep going? say it, my love,”

it drives you crazy but you’re always gonna say it

shuri fucks riri as long as riri drops her ego and allows shuri to totally slut her out.

riri’s been her girlfriend the longest, shuri knows all her cues and her telltale signs so it’s like a second language when shuri fucks her. most times riri doesn’t need to ask, shuri will just let her cum and fun again, knowing riri is already giving her a lot by bottoming at all.

V = Volume (How loud are they?)

they both have their moments with you and each other.

riri is still working on coming out of her shell, still very nervous and insecure about her moans despite the praises both you and shuri give her, but she’s working on it regardless.

most times she’s dirty talking in your ear, telling you how pretty you sound and how much she loves your pussy and such, most of what she always says, but sometimes when you’re tribbing with her and your cumming you can hear her moaning and biting it back to just hear you but it comes out every now and again.

shuri is nearly the same, small grunts and moans can be heard but she really really loves hearing you and the way your pussy sounds. she’s all for dirty talk but more so coming from you. she loves to hear you say “you fuck me so good, my queen, oh my god i love you fuck, fuck, fuck, i’m all yours fuck me fuck my pussy please harder harder harder i need it,” and that’s everything she needs to hear.

when she’s cumming that’s the loudest she’ll get, shouting out that beautiful phrase and telling you how much she loves your pussy is the most you’ll get.

when she fucks riri, riri gets unabashedly loud. having been with shuri so long, she doesn’t mind or think shuri is going to belittle her or make fun of her in anyway, so she mostly lets go. shuri is always encouraging her, “that’s it love, let it all out for me, so good for me, that’s it, are you cumming for me sweetheart? yeah? let me hear it, baby, let me hear you. come on, my love, cum for me,”

W = Wild Card (random headcanon)

i like to think shuri loves certain phrases and how they affect you two. she says “lets make love, hmm?” in her sexy voice that she knows does something to the both of you, most times to see if y’all will blush up or actually respond

new flash it’s always the former

she loves to say sweet things when you’re getting down and dirty, praise you during the most filthiest moments and talk about your body as if she was a curator looking at art in a museum. she wants you to hear her all the time, “can i kiss your pretty pussy, my love? can i, really? oh, you’re so lovely, sweetheart, you give me so much thank you baby, i love loving you,” and it’s always. so. fucking. intense everytime.

riri won’t admit it to your face but if you and shuri ever tag teamed her one day with some brat taming in there? oh she’d propose on the spot. she loves feeling secure and if she knows she can be herself taken care of and be tamed by her two favorite people in the world, she’s done for.

she would listen to shuri, her harsh words falling to her ears as she sobs softly, “you’re such a fucking brat, you know that? but that’s okay, we’ll get you better won’t we, y/n?” and if you’re right there encouraging her, “yeah, we can fix you riri, just listen real good okay, honey? we’ll make it all better,” you promise. and she’ll sob and agree, “yeah, yeah i can be good, i’ll be good,”

and of course she is. shuri fucks her from the back, keeping her plugged with a heart shaped butt plug as you fuck her face with your pussy. it’s two amazing feelings as shuri bullies her, “you take me so well and act all big and bad, look at you now, hmm? such a slut, you’re so greedy, you keep squeezing me so good, fuck,” and you praise her as you reach your orgasm on her mouth, “aughh riri your mouth is so perfect for me, so goood, you’re so prefect baby, ahhh you want my cum, yeah? want me to cum in your mouth? oh fuck, fuck, i’m cumming can i come in your mouth baby? you gonna take it like a good girl? uh huh?” she cums at the same time you do you feel her vibrating moans against your clit which cause you to moan louder, bucking against her and squirting slightly into her mouth.

once you’re done you sit up and kiss all over her as shuri is still fucking into her and she lets out breathless moans, “i came, i came i came, fuck i can’t do it fuck fuck, shuri fuck i can’t,” and she’s sobbing a little now and you hold her close to you shushing her and you ask, “you wanna stop, baby? yeah?” and she nods and pleads once more and shuri leans down to her ear and kisses her there, “say it, my love,” and it sounds mean but her thrusts are light and tactical with shuri understanding she’s definitely over stimulated.

she gasps out, “i’m done can — can we stop i, uhhh fuck— i can’t take it, im … it’s too much, fuck please, please—” and shuri grabs her faces and kisses her mouth and pulls out. riri sighs heavily and falls completely on top of you on the bed gasping.

you rub her back as she sighs and shuri takes off the strap and kisses all over her back and massages her ass and pussy to calm them down.

you’re whispering, “good girl,” and so is shuri and she smiles and thanks you both.

X = X-ray (What’s downstairs?)

already mentioned but they’re both well shaven

riri has a bigger clit and smaller hood and her lips don’t hang. she has a mole on her left thigh that shuri and you love to kiss before devouring her

shuri is sprinkled in scars because of being black panther and there’s one near her right thigh and you and riri often rub before touching her pussy

her lips hang out and her clit tends to hid completely under her hood as it does need lifting for access, which no one minds.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

when they’re both there you’ll definitely know.

it’s harder for riri because a lot of time she has a high sex drive but won’t know what mood she’s in; whether or not she wants to dom or be dominated. usually she’ll rack her brain for memories of y’all’s session previously and that’ll help her get to a mode and then she’ll go to the respective partner who can handle her

shuri’s sex drive is higher, mostly increasing much like everything did when she became black panther. it didn’t surprise anyone so when she wants to fuck it’s an intense deep heat that she’ll want to satisfy above all else, regardless of anything that she was doing before

the world could be falling apart but if she wants her girlfriends she’s going to have them anywhere and anytime

Z = Zzz ( How fast are they asleep?)

riri is knocked out the minute y’all are done with aftercare, most times not even bothering to wrap her hair or put some pajamas on. she might wake up maybe twenty minutes later and grumble and shove a big shirt on before she’s out completely for the night; you often wrap a durag on her before she sleeps too heavily.

shuri needs a relaxer like some tea or herbs to get her muscles back and flexing again. she’ll make sure you were taken care of adequately enough before going to pee (and encouraging you to as well) and wrapping her hair and putting on her tracksuit before kissing you goodnight and heading to the lab. she says she gets her best work done after a good fuck at night and tucks you in before she’ll get there about three hours later herself.

holllyyy fuck that took too fucking long i’m tired lol

okay honesty hour; i got a lot work and some essays due next week so expect minimal posts and mostly reblogs because y’all this classes is kicking my as for real… anwaysss just wanted to let y’all know

okay that’s all for now! thanks for the support and send it requests! happy holidays 🤎🤎

#riri williams x reader #shuri x reader #shuriri x reader #shuri smut #riri williams smut #my story #deijah wrote

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years ago

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Cannn we get a Drabble for Hoseok and husky reader at a fashion show🥺🥺

"There we go." Hoseok softly says with a smile as he holds your hand so you can step out of the car. Cameras are going off all around you, everyone having been already surprised (positively) when Hoseok had been seen at the airport in South korea, leaving with you next to him.

You're dressed in expensive luxury, Dior having made some of the pieces you wear exclusively for you only by Hoseoks request, and he himself loves the sight of it- just how a princess should be treated, he thinks. It's all very simplified clothing, but with little extras and proper adjustments to, for example, accommodate for your tail- the designated cut out part decorated with straps and lace.

He likes this. It's not just 'just cut out some fabric to pull it through and call it a day' how designer brands used to do it in the past. These days, with hard work and much effort and trouble along the way, they finally managed to really put you up to a position where there's standards for you, no matter what you are. You're no longer 'just a hybrid'.

And while it doesn't solve the entire problem of a hybrid's place in society, it's a start.

You're still a bit unsure how to really pose for pictures - you don't know what people would like to see and whatnot. But Hoseok next to you is the assurance that you need - calmly helping you to look at most of the cameras at least once, directing you so you never feel lost. Other celebrities at the show all look your way, and it reminds you that the sight of someone like you - a hybrid - is still not the norm. It's not something that just happens. It's still special.

Fashion shows are both interesting and very hard to handle for you.

Mostly because you tend to become restless after a while, as it's typical for most canine hybrids. Next to you, Hoseok makes sure that you're never uncomfortable. You lean towards him, a silent request for his attention. "How do they walk in those shoes?" You wonder quietly, and Hoseok snickers to himself.

"I don't know. Looks difficult, doesn't it?" He wonders, his hand holding yours tenderly, thumb running circles over the back of your smaller hand.

"Uncomfortable." You mumble in worry. "I hope they don't get hurt." You say, and the idol next to you can't help but grin to himself. You're just too sweet.

After the show ends, it's very clear that you've now exhausted your batteries - unable to really 'pose' anymore or control your reactions to the extent that you were able to before. But the cameras don't seem to mind- a clip of a cameraman calling out to you just for you to wag your tail and grin going viral later on. The man had tripped, his cap falling to the ground close to you, and you'd picked it up without thought, giving it back with a bow that was answered by a 'thank you so much' from the man, and a compliment on how pretty you look- one that drew exactly that viral reaction from you, your gaze immediately nack on Hoseok who smiles warmly, before he helps you back into the car to drive back to the hotel.

And right now, there's no luxury adorning your body anymore- just a comfortable while shirt and some sleep shorts, makeup gone and collar on the table, while Hoseok sits close to you and brushes out your freshly blow-dried tail. "You did great today." He comments, and the tail in his hands immediately moves.

"Thank you." You mumble into the pillows. "Do you think.. the others saw me today?" You say, before yawning.

"Oh, Yoongi-hyung posted something on his Instagram. He definitely watched it." The rapper explains, putting your brush back into his suitcase. "And Taehyung probably did too." He chuckles.

"That's nice." You say. "Can we sleep a bit longer tomorrow?" You wonder, and Hoseok quietly slips under the covers next to you.

"We gotta catch the flight, princess." He sighs. "But you can sleep on the plain." He reassures. You pout.

"But I wanted to eat breakfast here.." you complain quietly. "Eat a French croissant. Like an actually French one, in France and all!" You explain, and Hoseok laughs.

"I'm sure we can have someone pick one up on the way, puppy." He chuckles, brushing his hand over your head as you stretch and yawn again, before holding onto his arm, before you scoot closer, pecking his lips goodnight.

Hoseok and you.. are special.

He's been very open about his feelings towards you for a good while now- admitting his love openly, and reassuring you that everyone else loves you just like that as well- but he can understand that you might not want to believe in it until they've said it too. So for now, until the rest make that jump and confess, you'll simply continue on like you did before.

And hoseok doesn't mind-

Because it's kind of nice, knowing you kiss only him goodnight like this.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #hoseok fanfic #hoseok imagine #jhope imagines #jhope x reader

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adrunkskeletonsduck · 2 years ago

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Can I have some platonic fluff between Ahsoka and a fem!reader who's been bullied? Please??

Yes you cannn! I don’t know what has happened in your life considering I don’t know you, or why your requesting this but to anyone who has ever been bullied your worth is in more then just their words 💗

A Cᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ Vᴇɴᴏᴍ

➜ Pairing: Platonic!Ahsoka x reader

➜ Synopsis: Spiteful words were a sickness. They infected you, plaguing you with doubt and fright while attacking every set of praise stored away in your mind to twist it into something vile and untrue. Being a recipient to the hate was a reality you had you had come to accept over the course of your training as a padawan and while it tore you apart the most while you were a youngling, you assumed that at your age you would be immune to it, but after a padawan from your childhood that often infected you with foul words reappears again, you're self esteem is left shattered but Ahsoka is there to pick up the peices.

➜ Warnings: Fem!reader, y/n used, mentions of bullying and degradation towards the reader, fluff

➜ Word Count: 1.0k

➜ Notes: I've been posting sm Ahsoka stuff latley hahaha

Sᴛᴀʀᴡᴀʀs Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

“Y/n?” you heard Ahsoka before you saw her, she came to a stop in front of you, her brows furrowed and worry washing over her as she looked at your trembling figure. Although she couldn't see that you were crying, she knew you well enough that she could tell something was very wrong. Kneeling down in front of you she spoke, “Are you okay? Why are you out here?”

You hadn't meant for her to see you like this, or, for a matter of the fact, anyone to see you like this. Hugging your knees to your chest and pressing your forehead against them so that you were looking down into your lap, or at least you would have been if your eyes hadn't been shut tightly as hot tears ran down your cheeks and neck. You hadn't meant for her to see you like this, that’s why you had chosen this spot to run to. Because it was tucked away in the corner of the Temple gardens, guarded by large bushes of flowers and looming trees, that shielded you from the prying eyes of others.

You didn’t dare look up even as she placed her hand on your shoulder comfortingly and asked you what had happened and why you were crying once more. You didn’t want her seeing you like this, you needed to pull yourself together for her, even if it was just for a short bit of time, you didn’t want her thinking about you as weak or pathetic the way everyone else seemed to.

“Please tell me what happened?” she asked again gently. You let out a shaky breath wiping at your tears hurriedly and sniffing. You pulled your lips into an unconvincing smile and let out a rough laugh.

“Nothing happened, I'm fine, it doesn’t even matter.” Your voice shook as you spoke, wavering unconvincingly and you knew she didn’t believe.

“You know that’s not true just as much as I do,” she stated, her tone was hard but then softened as she continued, “You can tell me anything, I’m always here for you.” You pursed your lips, closed your eyes and looked up at the sky, praying to your maker to give you the strength to get through this interaction.

“Please Ahsoka, just go, I don’t want to bother you with this.” You couldn’t look at her, because you knew that if you did, you’d break. “Besides,” you whispered, “you already know.” You had told Ahsoka about the relentless bullying the other kids had put you through as a youngling. When you became a padawan you no longer saw them as often and it came to a stop, but their words stuck with you and every now and then you’d bump into one of them at the temple and they would throw a weak insult at you and you’d break down like a little kid all over again.

Their words seeped into your mind like venom once more, corrupting your thoughts to sound like theirs. Maybe you really were pathetic, sitting here crying over petty insults like this. How could you ever call yourself a Jedi?

Her face fell quickly, worry shining in her eyes and her lips pulled into a deep frown as she leaned in to hug you tightly. That’s all it took before your body was shaking against hers and the tears that had been sitting in your waterline came pouring down your face again as you practically gasped for breath.

“Our masters they put us, me and Jana, together for training a-and she – god s-she just kept beating me and that was fine, but when our masters came back and st-started to watch our m-match she-” you had to stop talking, your words drowned by tears.

“She what?” Ahsoka urged you to continue, rubbing your back in a circular motion and pulling away so she could look you in your eye. Her jaw was clenched and anger was rolling of her in waves, she hated to see you like this, and it made her mad that people could be so cruel as to do this to someone as sweet as you. She knew firsthand how much you cared for others, always taking care of those closest to you before yourself.

“S-she made a complete fool of me on purpose, in front of our masters, and then she started calling me names, telling me I was a pathetic excuse of a Jedi and brought shame to the order...” You cried, looking away from Ahsoka and bringing a hand to your face, furiously wiping away your tears.

“None of those things are true. You’re an amazing Jedi, and an incredibly kind person, she's completely wrong.” Ahsoka reassured you, but you just shook your head, your reply coming out in a rough whisper, throat raw from crying. The venomous words of others that had been drilled deeply into your mind made it hard to believe her.

“You’re just saying that, everyone is.”

Ahsoka didn’t know how to get you to believe her, there was nothing but truth to her words. Everyone she spoke to had only good things to say about you, praising your fighting technique and kind character.

“No, I mean every word of it. The order is lucky to have someone so skilled and as kind as you. You're everything a Jedi should be.” Although not convinced you nodded along to her words, taking slow steady breaths as you tried to calm yourself down. It took a moment, but slowly the tears stopped and your breathing evened out.

You leaned forward pulling Ahsoka into another hug and closing your eyes as you whispered a ‘thank you’ to her. She replied to your gratitude with a nod, snaking her arms around you and holding you just as tightly as you held her. The two of you stayed like that for a while, and she hoped that you could one day grow to see yourself as the amazing person you truly were.

#ahsoka tano #fluff #comfort fic #ahsoka tano x reader #ahsoka x reader #ahsoka x y/n #ahsoka x you #x reader #star wars #ahsoka tano clone wars #clone wars #starwars the clone wars #starwars #ahsoka tano starwars #platonic relationship #adrunkskeletonsduck #starwars fic #ahsoka fic

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sickonthedancefloor · 4 years ago

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His Personal Nurse, After Hours

Prompt: “I know it’s 2am but I had a nightmare”... or something along those lines. I can’t find the original prompt. Anyway, here’s some soft Namseok. Sickie: Hoseok Caretakers: Namjoon Content: fevers, flu-like illnesses, emeto

The nice thing about having Hobi as a boyfriend, Namjoon thinks, is that Hobi has a consistent sleep schedule. Jung Hoseok, the ever-busy dance coach and instructor, worked consistently early shifts and slept like clockwork. His good night texts always told Namjoon what time it was—almost always, 11:15 at night—and served as a good reminder on when he needed to sleep himself before he spent his entire night grading papers again. Being a college music history lecturer was no cakewalk.

But that’s what alarms him about that morning, waking up at a quarter past two in the morning to a handful of texts.

‘Joonie bug,, I miss you.’

‘I’m going to blame th Tue dance squad, they were all gros’

‘I love you baby’

‘I know is late but I ad a nightmare and I miss you, cannn you just tell me yu love me? Just so I kno you’re okay??’

‘unless your’e sleeping, plees slee\[‘

So, so many typos… Hoseok wasn’t the type to be hypervigilant on his texting, but he was far better about typos than a lot of them. But to see so many… a nightmare? The grogginess from his eyes begins to fade over the message. In the corner, he sees a flashing ellipses appear and vanish quite a few times. Was Hoseok still typing? Namjoon sits upright and just sends his own simple response:

‘I love you, Hobi, my sunshine.’

And then:

‘Are you okay?’

The read marking pops up immediately, followed by a typing indicator, but the only thing he receives is a small emoji heart. Hoseok up after two in the morning meant nothing good… Namjoon doesn’t bother to change out of his pajamas. He unplugs his phone from the charger and moves to slide on his jacket, before heading to the front foyer to grab his wallet and keys. Slipping on his shoes, he locks up and hurries to his car.

What was he even doing? In the middle of the night, going off of vague messages from his boyfriend who hasn’t said anything else. A heart isn’t an answer, not in the least; Namjoon merely hurries down the roads, the streets as relatively deserted as usual on a weeknight, and he’s quick to slide into the guest parking and make a quick run to the 24-hour shop next door. Hoseok and Namjoon have already traded keys, so Namjoon merely lets himself in to find Hoseok’s shoes kicked off haphazardly in the doorway.

Peculiar…

“Hob-ah?” Namjoon calls out softly.

He gets a low groan in response, coming from the living room of his boyfriend’s apartment instead of his bedroom. Being 2:46 in the morning, Hoseok should have already been asleep, completely tuned out from the world until his alarm went off. But Namjoon could see an abandoned mug on the kitchen countertop (already something very un-Hobi-like, he always liked having a clean kitchen in the mornings) and the television’s lights still on, and moves in to investigate. There, Namjoon finds Hoseok, in all his rundown glory, curled up on a cushion on his plush couch, huddled with a blanket pulled over his head. Hoseok turns when he hears Namjoon walking, eyes a little startled.

“Hobi, sweetheart?”

Hoseok blinks owlishly, confused over his boyfriend’s arrival. “Joonie bug? It’s late, what are you doing?” His voice is raspy and almost a little nasally, mixed with sleep and… what sounded to the beginning stages of a cold. That doesn’t sound good.

As Namjoon approaches, he can see the dark bags under Hoseok’s eyes reflecting sickly from the television light. His eyes also don’t miss the mixing bowl and plastic bag on the center table, or the opened soda can. Hoseok really must not have been feeling well, but he definitely did try to prepare. When Hoseok catches Namjoon frowning at the bowl, he leans his head back on the couch.

“My tummy hurt earlier, that’s all…” he mumbled. “But Joonie bug…”

“You texted me. So I, uh.” With that, Namjoon just holds up the bag. “I wasn’t sure what you had but I brought soup. It’s, uh… it’s my best hangover soup, but I wasn’t sure what happened.”

But the sight of it makes Hoseok grin, toothy and full of heart. And then he sneezes, hard and loud, and it makes Namjoon jump. The skin under Hoseok’s nose reflects in the light, and he’s quick to grab a tissue, blowing his nose with it. So… sick and not drunk, well that’s good to know. Kneeling next to him on the floor, Namjoon strokes Hoseok’s hair away with his free hand to press a palm against his forehead, sighing when he feels a pressing heat against it. To be safe, he slides his hand down to the side of his neck to make sure, a small, pitying smile on his face.

“Oh Hob-ah, baby, you’re sick… You should have called me earlier.”

Hoseok lowers the tissue. “I felt okay earlier…”

“Did you, or are you just telling me you did?” Namjoon questions, moving his hand upward to pet his hair. His long fingers rake along his boyfriend’s scalp, featherlight touches brushing gently. Hoseok seems to melt under his touch, his eyes already fluttering closed.

“…I didn’t feel okay earlier…” his boyfriend mumbles. “That feels nice…”

Laughing softly, Namjoon nods despite knowing Hoseok can’t see it. But he knows he appreciates the comfort, and he wants to give it while he’s here. He can already see the sleepy drooping from the older one’s mouth, the relaxed nature taking over almost instantly from the gentle notions. He knows if he keeps going, Hoseok will fall asleep quickly, and it hurts him that he has to stop. He ruffles his hair instead, smiling when he sees Hoseok’s cute little nose scrunch up in displeasure.

“Nooo… keep petting me,” he whines, his small hands reaching up to hold Namjoon’s wrist in place.

Namjoon chuckles again. “Did you take any medicine? Or… eat anything?”

“Joonie… pet me…”

“Will you answer me if I pet you?” Namjoon’s fingers resume rubbing along Hoseok’s scalp, and he receives a satisfied hum in response. He decided not to push him too much; after all, his boyfriend was sick, and it was the middle of the night. But… he wasn’t going to sleep on the floor by the couch. He moves his hand away and goes to put the soup in the fridge, fetching a water bottle instead. He moves into Hoseok’s room and is still pleased to see it’s clean. Pulling the blanket back, he sets the water bottle on the side table and heads back out.

His attempts to move Hoseok receive just a whimper, but he somehow manages to get his boyfriend to his feet. Namjoon keeps his arm wrapped around his waist and helps him relocate into his room. He dragged the mixing bowl in with them, setting it on the floor by the side of the bed. Then, as Hoseok begins to whine about the bed being cold and lonely, Namjoon shucks off his hoodie and curls up next to him, pulling the ailing man into his arms. Hoseok is too warm in Namjoon’s grasp, but he merely uncovers his arms and closes his eyes, letting his boyfriend’s congested breaths fill the air.

~*~

Namjoon is used to nights where he hasn’t fully slept, where he’s taken a thirty-minute power nap to get him from Day 1 to Day 2 with a mug of coffee and nothing but adrenaline and work to keep him going. But after his nap from earlier, and his nap again with Hoseok in his arms, he’s completely disoriented when he feels himself shoved to the side, the room immediately filled with the sound of retching. Namjoon blinks his eyes open as his hand stretches over to rub Hoseok’s back, trying to comfort his boyfriend as he mentally reminded himself of his location.

His sweetheart was sick, and apparently resting did not help. He sees Hoseok sitting up, the mixing bowl double-lined with plastic bags in his lap as he weakly attempts to throw up whatever was in his system. Hoseok looks pale and even in the weak light of sunrise attempting to peek from the windows, Namjoon can see his hands trembling. That’s enough recollection to have him sitting up, arm moving to wrap around his boyfriend’s shoulders, helping hold him up as he whispers encouraging words to him.

When Hoseok finally stops, Namjoon brings his hand up to wipe stray tears from his cheeks before he moves the bowl back, but not away just yet. Hoseok takes a deep breath, a pout on his lips as he scrunches his eyes closed.

“Want to rinse your mouth out, baby?”

“Gross…” Hoseok mumbles. Namjoon hands him a towel to wipe his lips, then the water bottle. With a sip, Hoseok swishes it around in his mouth and spits it out into the mixing bowl, then repeats the process when he feels like once wasn’t enough. All the while, Namjoon uses a corner of the towel to stroke at his face, and whether Namjoon’s wiping away sweat or tears, Hoseok can’t quite tell. Lazily, Hoseok’s hand holding the water bottle just moves to rest on his leg; he’s not sure if he’d make it trying to put it back on the table, but he really just wants to lie back down.

“Think you’re okay, for now?” Namjoon whispers. When he receives a nod, he returns the mixing bowl to the floor and moves the towel back to the bedside table. Gently gripping Hoseok’s hand, Namjoon brings the water bottle back to his lips and instructs him to sip. Hoseok takes a few weak sips before he lowers it back, pressing his face into Namjoon’s shoulder. Namjoon can feel the radiating heat from him, and he can tell for sure that his fever is just climbing.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, Hobi,” Namjoon laughs, “I need to yet some medicine in you first.”

Whining, Hoseok just shakes his head. He’s tired, Namjoon knows, but he’ll only get worse trying to wait it out.

“Let me make you some tea. I know you won’t eat anything big but let’s get something in you or your stomach will hurt more later.”

He gets a whine from it, but merely kisses Hoseok’s cheek and helps lower him back onto the pillows. “Rest, sweetheart, I’ll wake you in a few.”

“Cuddle with me,” Hoseok mumbles, bottom lip pouting out.

Namjoon just kisses his forehead. “I’ll never get up if I do that.” With a soft chuckle, he crawls over him and heads out, taking the bowl with him. Replacing the lining, he returns that before heading into the kitchen. Instant coffee for himself, but kettle-boiled yujacha for Hoseok. And a small bowl of rice and crackers, just in case he could get him to eat something. Carrying everything back into the room on a small tray, he sets it down before he tries to wake up Hoseok, just to make sure he doesn’t make a mess of everything.

“Hobi… baby, I have tea…”

Namjoon receives a whine, and Hoseok’s face crumbles, tears welling in his eyes the second he opens them. Namjoon spends a few minutes just stroking his hair, trying to calm him down before he works himself up. “Come on, sweetheart… don’t cry, nothing’s wrong. You’re okay. It’s just tea.”

“Tea?” Hoseok mumbles. He shakes his head, fist moving to swipe across his eyes, wiping away slowing tears. His voice cracks as he talks, but the younger man can see realization dawning on his face. “Don’t want tea…”

“It’ll help your tummy,” Namjoon coaxes, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. Hoseok squints, trying to hide his face as his cheeks flush. With a soft chuckle, Namjoon moves his hand away to press another kiss to Hoseok’s warm face, then another. “Come on, baby, just a little bit.”

“Don’t kiss me, Joonie bug, you’ll get sick.”

“I’ll kiss you again if you don’t drink the tea.” Namjoon crawls back onto the bed, sliding under the covers, and Hoseok immediately curls up to his side. Laughing, Namjoon just pulls his arm. “I will, even if you cling to me.” He manages to get a grumbling Hoseok to finally sit up with his help, curled up against his chest with the tea cup in his hand. He sips cautiously, as if every sip is uncomfortable. Namjoon strokes his hair gently. “Want to try some rice?”

With a groan, Hoseok looks up at him, lips pursed in a pout. “I’m being tortured, Namjoonie.” Hoseok whines. “Rice is too much… you’re too much.” He takes another sip of his tea.

Laughing, Namjoon just shakes his head. The rice was a stretch… they can try again later. “Fine, fine. Finish your tea and—”

“And nothing?”

Nodding, Namjoon presses a kiss to Hoseok’s crown. “And nothing. Medicine and then we’ll go back to sleep.”

Thankfully, Hoseok cooperates. Namjoon helps him take two cold pills and tucks him back into the bed, pulling the blanket up to his chin. With a small smile, Hobi curls up next to him and falls asleep within a matter of seconds. Despite being warm to the touch, he curls up next to Namjoon in his sleep, an arm lazily draped over his waist. Namjoon wastes no time in messaging his TA, asking him to assign the next week’s assignment early on the boards. He writes a small notice announcing his calling out of work and the plan for the rest of the week, shoots a quick message to the teacher’s line calling out, and then just puts his phone on silent.

Right now, the only person that matters is his boyfriend, and it’s barely a quarter to six in the morning. He has more than enough time to catch up on sleep with his most important person.

#Whit writes #bts sickfic #bts emeto #sick!hoseok #caretaker!namjoon #!fever #cold and flu season #tw: emetophobia

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xiaojaan · 4 years ago

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psychoanalysis time!! you’re the friend who walks behind when there’s no space on the footpath (let’s be honest a sidewalk is what a crab does, i’m desi and fucking proud of it). you love pani puris (*pretentious voice* golgappas) you’re always listening to music. you always know the most random facts about anything. always talking about your favourite shows. you probably do instagram photo shoots in the park with your friends. you’re the underdog of your group but probably gives the best advice?

oooh u got some of it right 👀 ok yeah i havent had more than 2 friends in a long time but yeah i was the friend who walked on the footpath 😂 im not really mad or sad about it anymore the people i was friends with were shitty so 🤷‍♀️ OH YEAH I LOVE PANIPURIS i can eat it at once love that for me *flips hair* and yeah im a music addict at this point if im not listening to it there is always a new song playing in the back of my head but most of the time i am jdksks i cannn say i know things about random stuff but not that much and yeah i talk about shows a lot kfhfsk and i dont do those insta photoshoots pls 💀 yeppp i give the best kind of advice u can call me the mom friend tbh fjdbfjf and im proud of it 😎

psychoanalyse me

#yesss we desi and we proud of it dkdb <33 #have a good day rae mwah #hometothecanyonmoon #my mutuals #ask game

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imbellarosa · 4 years ago

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some crack (but not really) headcanons for @statementlou under the cut come on people u know ur curious it can’t be THAT BAD...orrrr cannn it?? (also s/o to @dependsonwhospitching and @queenlokibeth who were too late to stop me)

SO what if liam and oli (u read that right) got really close near the end of 1D. like...reallllyyyy close. everyone was doin’ their partying thing and they liked partying together and one thing led to another and u know how it isssss, things HAPPEN but it wasn’t SERIOUS or anything Liam was like Louis’ little bro Oli would NEVER!!! anyways then the band broke up bc...thats what bands DO (yes i know 5sos and the goo goo dolls and 21 pilots are still together but ALL OF THE GREATS have a dramatic break up make up story okay we’re just not at the make up yet give me this) ANYWAYS the band breaks up right? and they go their separate party boy ways and run into each other here and there and Oli even does a cameo in a Liam commercial (Louis can’t for the LIFE of him understand when he agreed but he’s like...yeah alright lad have fun) and then years pass and Louis and Liam still chat (sometimes) so like...they keeps tabs on each other in a periphery kind of way like how sometimes parallel stars have pieces of debris in their orbit that sometimes crash into each other unexpectedly and move on, but theyre different because they met each other.

ANYWAYS then this mess of a pandemic hits right? and by liams own admission they got the band back together (via WhatsApp! It COUNTS!) and then Louis wants TIPS for VEEPS because he wants to be doing thingsss rn he had a great five/six months off but October hit and it was BACK TO WORK FOR HIM! (why that month?? oh no reason ObVIOusLY just...felt right). right so ANYWAYS he’s on the phone with Liam a lot more but then he wants to go to LA (again, no reason) so he updates Liam on Oli’s contact in case of emergencies and Liam’s like “ah yes that dude i used to party and um...mutually respected for a while wonder what he’s up to”. and then they started texting and they’d never really had an actual convo before wo the help of, uh, adult substances?? but as it turns out, Oli knows his SHIT about art bc he’s been forced to sit and watch documentaries about obscure queer artists and listen to, um, a certain SOMEONE go ON AND ON (usually high) about paintings and subtext and how much they can spend (is reasonable to spend) on a piece so when liam starts talking about watercolors and shading and techniques Oli’s like ‘ah yes i know that how long have you been doing that AND have you tried MIXING THESE TWO MEDIUMS according to *x painter* it gives you *y result* and i think you’d like that”. and liam is like...O.O i didnt know?? you were an artist? and he’s like ‘nah mate im not but Louis’ really invested in some of that so ive sort of absorbed it all’ and Liam is like... “TELL ME MORE” so they *really* start talking and it turns out that Lima is STILL a kid in some ways but hes also crazy and chaotic and kind and trying his best, and i mean REALLY trying his best but ALSO really really hot (loookkkk have you SEEN him in shorts and eyeliner?? Oli needed a cup of ice after one of those face times). BUT ALSO Oli is FUNNY and LOYAL and he never ONCE made fun of the watercolor rat phase, and he WANTED to listen to all of the art (Zayn) related stories from the band that Louis wouldn’t ever listen to and also refused to tell.

So like...the text convos moved to phone calls and the phone calls moved to facetimes and then at some point they realized that they’d had MONTHS worth of conversation (it’s December at this point) without needing ANY adult substances and like their convos are calm lowkey and really lovely so liams like...what if?? and now they have a date planned for when lockdown ends but they arent quite sure how they’re going to explain to Louis what’s been going on. Lucky for them, he’s been quite busy lately (what with the international travel and the writing sessions and the rehersals) so they still have a bit more time to figure it out, but only a bit, because they’ve already decided (unbeknownst to the other) that they’re going to be each other’s new year’s kiss.

#dklfjlkdajf #liam x oli #yep you read that rigth #*right #this is the BEST thing ive ever written EXCUSE YOU #i deserve ALL THE RIGHTS for this #this is what EVERYONE WHO DOUBTED ME GETS #YOU THOUGHT I WOULDNT DO IT HERE IT ISSS #lmao i know nothing about either of these dudes but this is how they can still win #loliconfirmed #ur WELCOME

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bnhavibes · 5 years ago

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Like You.... part two.

(FANART for ysag by @myherowritings)

(update: credit to @clee-writesbnha for the eboy YSAG shinsou UwU u drewd him so yummie)

There wasn't much the lavender eyed boy could do when his face was met with blindingly hot lights, other than to shield his eyes of course, but something about the way the crowd was cheering made him curious.

Curiosity killed the cat, however, he peeked over his arms cautiously regardless, and was met with your eyes peering up at him-- you were seated on your knees in front of him, almost directly on the edge of the stage where the UA students were sat, handheld mic replaced with a wired on on your body.

Oh god! Your body. You were in that delicious looking latex bra, the sheen from the lights reflecting on it caught his eyes at first, but then his gaze trailed lower to find you were still in your too-short skirt, the fishnets raised to your hips, and body chain almost identical to the one on his hip. He silently thanked whatever god there was for reminding him to tuck his cock upwards into his belt as it already twitched in delight.

(play when he calls u kitten)

"Hajimemaste," You cooed, hands resting on his knees, "(I'm (stagename), and you are...)?" You trailed off, leaning in for a response, your bottom rising from the ground a bit. You were merely a yard from the ledge that barricaded your stage and the crowd.

"Shinsou-- Hitoshi. (Call me Hitoshi.)" He squeaked, his voice was a little demanding, but eager. You licked your lips at him.

God fucking bless. He thought.

"Hitoshi-san, I need your consent to dance on you, are you okay with it?" You sheepishly ask in your best impersonation of a kawaii anime girl, the microphone still picking up your softened voice; reverberating it through the arena.

"Of course.” He smirks, "(Do your worst, kitten.)"

The last part didn’t catch on the mic. Now it was your turn to smirk, a dark look instantly coating your eyes-- he almost regretted agreeing as the music started.

Almost.

(I've been going through some thaaangs, I struggle with my inner maaan. I hustle; I’ll do what I cannn)

The muted voice resonated off the speakers, your pole beginning to rise beside him; You were smiling voraciously at the unsuspecting male, but his eyes were wide— he knew exactly what song this was.

The beat was fading and you climbed the self-spinning pole until the bass-heavy beat dropped; flipped upside down with the pole tightly secured between your sliding thighs. Hips occasionally rutting out to arch your back, hands running along your body, occasionally squeezing your own breasts. Hitoshi nearly leapt out of his chair when you flipped back over, one leg wrapped the pole and the other sinking down in an open squat; Stage lights flashing along with the snares in the background.

“(Like you.)” You sang softly, “(Like you. O-woah. I found it hard to find someone like you. Like you. Like yoo-uwu-oo.)” You had been on your knees, rubbing your arms up your torso, legs spreading in a soft pulse with the beat, as you crawled towards the wide eyed hero in training. “Send your locaaa-tion, coming through.” You huffed a change in lyrics at the last part, hands on Shinsou’s knees, pressing them apart roughly at the last word.

“(Fuck.)” He muttered under his breath.

“I can’t sleep no more, in my head we belong” You had memorized the Japanese version of the song your fans wrote for you; they’d even made it much sexier for you. Your words panging his heart in awe whilst your crawled onto his lengthy legs. “And I can’t be without you, why can’t I find no one like you?” You were on his lap now, nose nudging around his neck as you sang; your body hovering along his thighs, left hand tracing his face, and forcing him to look you in the eye as you whined and pouted with your lyrics. Side stage lights flashed red and pink hues along the crowd, lighting up their excited faces while a camera took video footage and pictures.

(I can’t sleep no more, in my head we belong, and I can’t be without you, why can’t i find no one like you?~)

You brought your right leg back, about facing on his lap and you rolled your head in a whipping motion. “(Baby, we tried to fight it, we all been there some days~)” You popped your chest with the drums in the background; Your hands on his spread knees, you ground your ass in a slow circling motion, “(Thought I needed something else, and acted like I was okay.)”

He groaned softly in your ear, nibbling the lobe softly as you leaned your back flush against his chest, the heels of your ankle strapped silver pumps barely touching the ground below the chair, ((we just had to work it out, and baby i needed space~)) your hands intertwined atop his; You were guiding him along your body, completely aware of the growing appendage against your ass, eyelids fluttered closed and a sexual crinkle in your nose as you continued the song; the boys in front of you beet red in the face, knuckles white from the grip they had on the gate from how well your performance was affecting them. ((Ain't nobody 'round here on your level, You're so far away~))

He almost grabbed at your wrist to keep you down when you stood up from his lap, but he knew you still needed to perform for the crowd, and you could feel his eyes burning holes in your back as you walked back to the pole. There was a soft pink spotlight on you while the rest of the stage was dark, illuminated only by flashing phone cameras and recording devices— neon signs that garmented your performance space flickering your stagename, ‘Call Me’, and various hearts and stars while you circled around your pole.

“You’re pouring your heart out, I’m acting like I knew,” You had reclaimed your place on the pole, climbing up with slow grinds of your hips until you were a good enough height to stop and hold one hand out to the audience. “(You held me so down, so down I never grew.)”

Hitoshi’s little show lost his attention as he could hear Bakugou barking obscenities at him and threatening to kill him for touching you, but the rest of the guys were cheering him on, shutting the porcupine up, and making his cheeks feel much more warm than they already were. ((I tried to find out when none of them came through~—)) You swung your leg backward around the pole, flexed torso arched with your arms holding the pole behind you; your stage lights beginning to flash about in a strobe light fashion. Only then did Shinsou realize your quirk had begun to take affect.

“(Now I’m stuck in the middle, and Baby has to pullll me out, uh~)” There wasn’t supposed to be three poles and three of you, right? Shinsou felt waves of intense emotion crawling along his skin, his seat suddenly felt insecure— it was almost like he was on a rocking boat, and you winked at him as you realized what was happening, lowering yourself until your pointed toes touched the ground.

((Like you.... Like you.... Like you, oh woah~ I found it hard to find someone like you.))

It was almost sufferable, but euphoric.

The UA students felt it too, their eyes were glossy, pupils enlargened, and the feeling of static caressing their entire bodies, and they swayed with the music. (Like you... Like you...(Like yooo-uwu-oo, Send your loca-aation,) Come through~) Many of the hundred people along the first row began subconsciously touching themselves, but not them; They were disciplined, and had repercussions to act so lewdly in public whilst representing UA.

“(Yaaah. Damn, papa, you’re a rare breed) No comparing, (And it’s motherfucking scary,)” Your were completely fluid now, the receiving ends of your Quirk seeing the mist as it twirled around your body. The sparkles twinkled about, and your body was beginning to look like it glitched around; You were moving too fast for the strobing lights to steady their gaze, and yet they were unwavering in the cheers and attempts at rapping along whilst you approached them.

“Trying to keep him, cause I found him. (Let a hoe know) I’m not ###motherfucking### sharing!” Your fans in the crowd shouted with you, your hand snapping about in accusatory air punches, a rough way to emphasize your point. “(I could take you to the parents), then to Paris! Plan a ###motherfucking### wedding!” Your body stilled, hands running down your body as you squatted, face fierce while you sang to the group in front of you.

“You’re the type I wanna marry, keep you merry.” You coaxed the crowd below, grabbing hands and caressing their palms across your face and crawling your way back to the desperate UA student in the chair with a beaming smile.((I’ll put the ring on when you’re ready~)) A twinkle in your eye that tricked the receivers into seeing you make sexual faces at them and touching yourself with the use of your Quirk. But you were simply crawling, eventually scooting between Shinsou’s legs with your own over the edge of the stage, your legs wide open in front of them.

“(We play our fantasies out in real life ways and,) No Final Fantasy, can we end these games though?” You winked at the flushed blonde in front of you with a black stripe in his hair, he was literally drooling out the corner of his mouth with your panty-clad cunt so close, and at eye level.

You tossed your head back onto the space between Hitoshi’s thighs, looking him in the eyes while your arms snakes around his calves and continuing, “You give me energy, make me feel lightweight,” timed almost perfectly, your hallucination burst some invisible bubble surrounding the bodies of those entranced by you, releasing them from your Quirk and any tension became complete bliss; some even having a bodily type of “relief” occur. Hitoshi licked his lips down at you, calloused fingertips framing your jawline, palms cupping your cheekbones as you bore into his lilac eyes. “Like the birds of a feather, (Daddy* we’re real-life made for eachother—)”

You pushed off his legs, jumping your body up onto your feet for the next part, “And it’s hard to keep my cool, (when other bitches try to get with my dude),” Your voice breathless as you were sinking backwards onto his lap during that part with a snarl on your lips, feigning anger and possessiveness over the lanky male you were grinding your body on while wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

Curling your legs to your chest before becoming a coddled mess in his arms, which grew confidence to grope and rub around you “And when other chickens try to get in my coop. Cause you’re a one in a million,” you snaked your left arm around his neck, his right arm perfectly hooking you into his chest in reaction, and poked your pointer finger at his clothed chest when you said, “(There ain’t no man! like! you!)”

((Like you~...... Like You~...))

The music continued, pre-recorded background vocals singing as you dance around in his lap once more, breathing heavily against his neck and ears, causing him to shut his eyes gently. “(I found it hard to find someone like you~)” Your voice tantalizing his ears, filling his mind with lewd thoughts of ravaging you or vice versa. You smiled back at the audience, tossing a wink before turning back to take a slow, long, tongue swipe up his neck from the base of his neck, gliding over his adam’s apple, and stopping just at his chin, your left hand in the way as you had a soft grip on his jaw to push his face up while you scraped the wet muscle along his throat. As if the crowd couldn’t get any louder, there was a roar of cheers following suit of your lewd act.

((Like yoooo-uwu-ooo, Send your location, Come through~))

You got on your knees, on top of his thighs, your head hovering over his, a tour camera circling your position. Still holding his jaw, you looked down at him; raising a brow and awaiting a response in your silent question, the thumb of your left hand tracing his plush lips.

A soft press of pursed lips against your finger was the only movement you needed, quickly looking over your shoulder to face the crowd and wink. “I can’t sleep no more, in my head we belong,” You sang while you brought your attention back to him, thumb rubbing his lips harsher, eventually pulling his lower lip down, his jaw opening a bit with it, almost begging Shinsou to flick his tongue out and swipe at the digit. ((Why can't I find no one like you? I cant sleep no more...))

Lust filled lavender eyes; the last thing you focus on before pulling his head to the side with your right hand fixed in his hair so that the audience could watch as you defiled his open mouth with your tongue. His grip on your ass tightened, pulling your hips against him roughly, shifting in his seat while you lowered yourself off your knees and letting your legs dangle off the sides of the chair. You dipped your tongue in slowly, lapping around his mouth with a heavy breath, stealing his own as he released shuddering, soft gasps.

All too quickly you pulled away, “And I can’t live without you, (Why can’t I find no one like you?)” you finished while pressing your face cheek to cheek with his, squeezing his body in an embrace and nuzzling his face.

The final word echoed until the sound was drowned out by the audience. You stood almost immediately, cheesing a bright smile at the lights flashing around you, “Thank you so much, Tokyo! You were so amazing! Keep streaming my album, (Call Me) and I might be back sooner than you think! I hope you give my dear (j-pop artist) the same love and passion as you did to me!”

You were downright adorable, the way you clutched your hands to your heart so innocently despite the nature of your performance. Frantically waving and blowing kisses as the floor beneath you descended until you were completely out of sight.

You let out a deep exhale as you saw the darkness of the stage trap room. Silence met you, the stagehands simply bowing their heads out of respect of your exposed body. “Thank you for your hard work,” You say gently, bowing your head in return before turning to face Hitoshi. “(You’re coming with me.)”

You walked in a strut right past him, cueing him to stand, adjust his pants, and catch up to you.

“Excuse me, miss, but... You always that handsy on stage?” He asked as you approached the opening where he was prepped beforehand.

“Only when I want to be.” You brushed it off, stagehands flocking to you to remove the wired mic from your body and clothing while you hushed a small “Thank you.”

“(Ugh!! (Stagename), that was the BEST i’ve ever seen you perform!! Holy cow!!)” Your mentor beamed at you while the stagehands and makeup artists surrounded you, almost cutting the man behind you out.

“(Yeah she did, but, I’m a little disappointed you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself, you know they wanted you to be more modest than Kyoto!)” you manager spoke.

“(I know, and I’m sorry, but, there was just a different energy in the crowd tonight.)” You lied, sneaking a glance to your side, insinuating to both your manager and mentor that the man beside you was the reason.

“(And they LOVED you!! When you started on the pole at first I was scared they'd shut the lights off on you, I admit, but!!! In the end there, I was like BITCH!!” Your mentor cheered, slightly bopping on her toes as she shook your shoulders; the stagehands and makeup artists having finished up and the four of you begin walking towards your dressing room.

“(I think they really liked the fact that I had ‘Toshi on stage with me though,)” You said casually, looking back at the isolated young man with his hand scratching at the back of his neck, eating up his image now that you were in the privacy of the hallway. “(What did you think, Mr. Hero? Did you like the performance?)”

His face was flushed still, hair and clothes frazzled from your performance, “Heh, if somebody didn’t like something like that, I’d think they’re certifiably insane.. You’re truly incredible.” He tried really, really hard to look away from your eyes, but faltered.

“...(what did he say?)” Your mentor whispered in your ear, snapping you back to reality.

“(He said it was fun, and that he liked my songs.)”

You were not paying them any attention, a feral intensity growing in your chest, heating up your loins as the two of you held your apparent staring contest.

“(Oh, good! Well, we will be sure to get him some merch, yeah?)” Your manager rushed cheerfully, ushering your mentor away with him.

“(You’re a rockstar, (name)! Rehearsal at noon tomorrow! Don’t be late!!)” She yelped over the shoulder of your Manager, who was hushing her so that your ...situation wasn’t interrupted.

“(So...)” He said after a moment.

“(So...)” You echoed.

“Is this part where you send me back to my seat, and we pretend like you didn’t actually find an interest in me?”

“It could be... If that’s what you’d like.”

His eyes darkened, and it was only then you noticed the dark circles below them, somehow making him far more attractive. “(I’d like to do a lot of things.)”

“(Oh?)” Your stance was unwavering.

“(But I’m not some fanboy looking for a quick fuck in some dressing room.)”

“(I didn’t peg you as the type.)”

He chuckled, “(I’ll bet you haven’t pegged anything at all.)”

A smile pulled at your lips, “So you’re underestimating me, AND you’re picky. So cruel, ‘Toshi.”

“So familiar, and we just met,” He says, closing the gap between you. “(Is someone counting on a deeper connection?)”

“(I’m counting on you to make it worthwhile~.)”

“Heh, when you talk to me like that, I’d say you can gather enough information to know.” He snuck his arm around your hip, gently pressing his large hand against your lower back.

“Know what?” You challenge,

“(That I’m going to ravage that tight cunt of yours before we can even make it to the hotel.)” His deep voice carried the words straight past your lips and directly to your heating loins.

“(I’ll see to it that the car is ready.)” You say, seemingly unfazed as you opened the dressing room door. “You wanna stay out here or can you be a good boy and wait inside while I change?)”

“(Oh this good boy’s coming inside.)” He smirks.

“We’ll see about that, Mr. Hero.”

#bnha imagines #bnha smut #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia #shinsou smut #e boi shinsou #shinsou hitoshi x reader #hitoshi x reader #bnha shinsou #bnha hitoshi #mha smut #eboy shinsou #eboi shinsou #shinsou x reader #shinso x reader #shinso x y/n #Spotify

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assassinscreedxreader · 4 years ago

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The Hybrid (Pt2/?)

Warnings Violence Strong Language and alcohol use

Alexzander: Umm ok do you think she hates hybrids?

Samantha: uhh i don’t think so but let call her and check while i do this go and get your things even if she does she hasn’t paid rent in two months so i can kick her out. (she gives Alexzander a worrying look as she said it)

Alexzander: (goes and grabs the small amount of the things he owns and walks up to Samantha, as she is yelling at who ever is on the phone) Umm I am packed.

Samantha: (stops yelling) ok 2 seconds (continues yelling and says if you don’t like it then get out or deal with it) ok Alexzander following me to my car and we can head over as I thought my roommate isn’t happy about you moving in to the spare room but she cam shove it up her ass.

Alexzander: (looks a little worried of what he just got himself into and is a bit scared of what is to come of this) ok (gets in car)

Samantha: Sorry my car is a bit of a mess and I wasn’t expecting company ill clean it after we get to the house and we live outside of town probably should of told you that.

Alexzander: Its fine and thank you for taking me in and how much is rent and stuff.

Samantha: oh don’t worry about that for now i now you just started working today so you probably don’t got anything to give.

Alexzander: yea sorry its been rough me I got denied from like five jobs and this was the only one that was hiring. could you please keep it a secret that i am a hybrid I like this job and don’t want to fuck it up.

Samantha: you don’t know who I am do you?

Alexzander: Umm a regular at the café.

Samantha: No dumbass I own the bitch i just pay people to hire and keep the place running.

Alexzander: (in shock to the fact she doesn’t care about him being a hybrid and giving him a place to stay and gave him a job) well ok i can work for the rent for now and start to pay you later.

Samantha: (Smirks) yea for now but if you fall behind don’t worry about just remember I will ask for favors if you do.

Alexzander: what type of favors?

Samantha: I don’t yet but I will somethings you can take care of. and we are here.

Alexzander: (when she said a nice house i didn’t think of a goddamn mansion) I didn’t think this place is where you were staying how much is rent (he says this with a strain in his voice and is terrified)

Samantha: (giggles) only a thousand month and I pay for food.

Alexzander: how can you afford this.

Samantha: Alex I own one of the most popular cafés in the state I make a lot more than you think. enough talking lets head in.

they enter the mansion and it isn’t as fancy as you would think it has six bedrooms three bathrooms and a large kitchen and a large living room.

Samantha: welcome to my home make yourself comfortable and ill show you to your room.

Alexzander: ok (he follows her upstairs into one of the bedrooms and it was a large room with a king sized bed and a night stand and dresser) wow this is really nice.

Samantha: I know right best one in the house.

Alexzander: uhh what.

Samantha: yea you said you have had a rough life and I thought I would be nice and give you the best room in the house.

Alexzander: (in shock) umm you don't have to but if you don't mind I guess I can and are you sure.

Samantha: yep tomorrow you are going to tell me all about your self and how it is to be a hybrid.

Alexzander: sure

Samantha: oooh one last question do you drink blood or eat people because i dont want you bringing bodies to my house or trying to eat me in my sleep.

Alexzander: (laughs) no I can drink blood if I need to but other wise no.

Samantha: k making sure sleep well.

Alexzander: ok I will.

The sun of the next morning rises and Samantha busts into Alexzander’s at six am.

Samantha: ok forget to tell you we wake up at six so get up lazy ass.

Alexzander: (jumps out of bed and sticks to the roof) what the hell.

Samantha: whoa thats cool you can crawl on the roof I hope you aren’t damaging it.

Alexzander: no I can walk up any surface and you scared the shit out of me dont do that again.

Samantha: or what you going to attack me or something? (she looks pissed now is ready to give a good ass beating to who ever upset her)

Alexzander: no I run out the window or push past you.

Samantha: oh ok dont you break that window and i made breakfast hop your hungry.(she leaves his room)

Samantha: (busts back into the room) oh btw.....

Alexzander: (changing shirts and she see’s his scarred up body) you couldn’t of knocked first (puts shirt on)

Samantha: umm why do you have so many scars?(she seems upset and worried for him)

Alexzander: I use to be owned by someone who treated me like shit and forced me to do hard labor. he whipped me and beat me until the law was passed that you couldn’t own hybrids anymore.

Samantha: oh shit how did your parents let him do that to you.

Alexzander: they were killed and I couldn’t go into adoption so they stuck my ass with him.

Samantha: oh my god how old were you?

Alexzander: nine.

Samantha: uhhh holy shit I am so sorry for getting mad do you need a hug or something.

Alexzander: no but thank you.

Samantha: Oh come on you just told a heartbreaking story come here.(she tries to hug Alexzander he just moves out of her way and keeps on dodging he attempts to try to comfort him. he is very shy especially around woman so this is his nightmare.

Alexzander: i am ok no need to hug me

Samantha: oh dont say that come here just for a second.

Alexzander: (keeps dodging her)

Samantha: Ok now i am going to touch your ears too so come here. (she tackles him) gotcha (she proceeds to hug and pet him for a couple of minutes)

Alexzander: .........

Samantha: omg are you blushing your face is pure red your so adorable!!!

Alexzander: (stuttering) Cannn yoouuuuu geeetttt oooffff noooow.

Samantha: fine (she lets go of him and helps him up) ok now time for breakfast.

Shira: what in the fuck were you too doing in there.

End for now

#hybrid #Magic #vampire #werewolves #werewolf #Monster #short story

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wine-anon · 7 years ago

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Cannn I request angst with Jack or Connor when you have a day off tomorrow? I'm s o r r y ❤️ - Yellow

a/n: @the-yellow-anon, this is the first ever straight up angst request I’ve gotten before, so thank you but also please no I’m gonna cry. This is pretty sad you guys :/. I went with Connor for this one because let’s break my heart and all y’all’s hearts too.

Warnings: suicide, character death, very sad guys holy shit, please really consider yourself before reading this.

Your whole world stopped that day. Everything you’d ever wanted was ripped away from you in a single moment. Your heart would be forever broken and you weren’t sure there was anything that could fill that void. He was gone. You couldn’t bring him back.

You’d never say ‘I love you’ to him again. He’d never hold you like he had so often before. You’d never hear him laugh at your stupid jokes. You’d never kiss him with all the love in the world. You’d never hold him when he cried on those nights when it was just all too much.

He’d been dealing with his issues for so long and you knew it wasn’t your fault. But at the same time, you weren’t there that afternoon. You weren’t there when he sat in that carpark and cried for the last time.

That afternoon would forever be scarred in your memories. You’d never be the same. Not after this. The memory was vivid in your mind and tears took over you every time you even slightly thought of him.

The day started like most, you got up for school. It was your first day of senior year and you’d be walking through those doors with your boyfriend for the first time. Connor was everything you could ever ask for. Though the two of you had issues to deal with yourselves, the two of you supported each other through everything you could.

Connor had picked you up in the morning and he was your ride home that afternoon. He was a bit on edge that morning after breakfast with his family but once he saw you, everything seemed that little bit brighter.

The two of you walked into the school holding hands. He walked with you to your locker and then to your first class, kissed you goodbye and walked to his class on the other side of the school.

“I love you, Con,” in hindsight you felt compelled to tell him everything you felt but you couldn’t. You didn’t know.

“I love you too, (y/n),” he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, “I will forever,” that was the last thing he said to you.

You didn’t see him for the rest of the day at school, it was strange to sit alone at lunch but Connor wouldn’t answer his phone. You didn’t think much of it at the time and put it down to him leaving his phone in his car. You went about your day.

Your concern lifted when school ended and you still hadn’t found him. You left more voice messages on his phone but it did nothing. You ended up catching a lift with a girl from your math class, Alana, she was kind enough to offer you a ride after seeing you distressed at the school gates.

You finally got a call back from Connor at 4:03pm. You’d never answered a phone call so fast.

“Connor?” you started quickly, “oh my god, where are you? I’ve been calling you all day.”

“(y/n),” the voice wasn’t Connor’s and your heart stopped. It was Zoe. There was something wrong, you felt it, “he’s. The hospital.”

Your breath caught in your chest. Blood rushed through your ears. It felt like you were drowning. You barely registered dropping and breaking your phone as you grabbed your keys and drove as quickly as possible to the hospital.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you ran through the front doors. You could barely breathe when you tried to talk to the nurse at the desk.

“(y/n)!” a voice called from behind you. You turned to see Zoe a few metres away. Her face was red and blotchy from crying and you knew that you looked almost exactly the same. She grabbed your arm and pulled you through the halls of the hospital. You both stopped outside a door. She opened it slowly and nudged you in.

Cynthia and Larry were inside. Larry consoled his wife, who was sobbing next to the shallow breathing body of Connor. They both looked at you. There were no words exchanged. They both left to the corridor and shut the door behind them.

You sat down on the chair previously occupied by Cynthia. Connor’s cheeks were sunken and pale. The contrast to that morning when they were full of colour and life made your hands shake more. Slowly you slipped your hand into his. His usually warm hands were cold and alien to you. His thumb didn’t brush the back of your hand like it usually did. A sob racked your body as you took in the form of this stranger before you.

“Connor,” you choked out, “please, wake up. Oh god, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t there when you needed me most. I need you, please. I don’t think I can do this without you. Remember the day we met? I spilled my ice cream all over your shirt,” you laughed heartlessly, “those stains never came out did they? I fell in love with you that day. You apologised so many times for running into me even though it was my fault. I love you so much, Connor. You love everything I don’t like about myself. You tell me I’m beautiful every time I have a bad day and hold me close when I need you. I have this plan for us. We get married after we graduate and we buy an apartment a thousand miles from here. We get a puppy and start a family in a few years. We can be happy,” you choked back another sob when there was no responses, “you know you promised to never hurt me. You said you’d never hurt me no matter what. But you lied. Because right now you’re breaking my heart and it hurts so fucking bad. It hurts, Con. Please, fix it. Make it better.”

You broke down after that. Your loud sobs echoed through the small hospital room. The beeping of the heart rate monitor next to you was the only other noise you could hear. His breathing was so shallow that you couldn’t hear it.

You buried your head into the bed and cried while clutching his hand tighter than you ever had before. The beeping on the machine next to you went berserk and you looked up. The line was flat. No noise came out of your mouth when you tried to yell for a doctor.

The door was slammed open and a team of nurses and a doctor ran into the room. You were ripped away from Connor by a male nurse much larger than you.

You screamed out for Connor as you were dragged from the room. Sobs and screams echoed through the hospital. You thrashed in the orderly’s grip the entire time he pulled you into the corridor. You were pulled into a tight hug by someone. You didn’t care who held you. You buried your face into their shirt and let out a crippling scream. Sobs racked your body and they didn’t leave for weeks.

4:45pm.

He was gone.

“They found a note with him, you know?” Zoe said at his from next to you but you didn’t answer.

You’d just pulled yourself together enough to attend the funeral but being there your heart could barely take it. You felt like rainy funeral’s were a cliche but it felt comforting to stand in the rain and stare at the recently filled hole.

“It was addressed to some kid named Evan Hansen,” she spoke bitterly, “he said that I made everything better. What bullshit. He hated me. It should have been about you instead. You really tried more than we ever could.”

She left you after that. The rain that fell on your face covered the tears that tracked down your warm cheeks.

“You broke my heart, Connor Murphy,” you whispered to him, “you promised you wouldn’t. Fix it, please. I’m begging you. I don’t want it to hurt anymore.”

#connor murphy imagine #Connor Murphy x Reader #angst #tw #deh imagine #deh x reader #dear evan hansen imagine #dear evan hansen #dear Evan Hansen x reader #wine-anon writing #wine-anon things #wine-anon imagine #wine-anon asks #ask 🍷

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amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines · 7 years ago

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Luke Hemmings Imagine: Whiskers

*Y/n POV*

“WHISKERS!” I shouted into the dark front garden of my house. “WHISKERS! WHERE ARE YOU?” I shouted again. “Where the hell is this cat?” I mumbled to myself. I had let him out hours ago and now I wanted to go to bed and he hadn't come back yet. Ugh. I’m going to have to go looking for him. Its dark and cold and I really don’t want to do that.

“Hiiiiii fuurrrry baaabbby.” I heard a man slur, just outside of my house. This is why I didn't want to go outside. “NOOOOO. Dooon’t leavveee meeeeee. I loooove youuu. What’sssss yourrrrr naaaame? Ooooo coool nammme.” He carried on.

I walked to the end of the garden and looked over the gate to see a drunk man around my age (and quite cute. Even if he was drunk off his ass), sat on the floor, holding my cat like a baby. He also seemed to be talking to it like a baby, which made me look at him concerned.

“Hello?” I asked the stranger.

“Helloooo. Strannger. Haveee youuu seenn thirs catt.’ He rambled.

“Yeah. Thats my cat.” I laughed. “I have been looking for him so can I have him back so I can go to bed?” I asked.

“Awwww whyy. Heee’s cuteee. I wannaaa cudddlee himm. What’sss hirs namme?”

“Whiskers”

“Coool. Whatts yourrrs?”

“Y/n.” I replied.

“Yourre cutte. Doooo youu wannaaa gooo onn a datte withh meee?”

“Err.” I replied.

“LUKE HEMMINGS WHERE ARE YOU?” I heard a man shout.

“Ohh dearrr.”

“There you are.” A man with curly hair said looking down at Luke and then at me. “I am so sorry about him. Is this your cat?” He asked.

“Yeah.” I nodded.

“Sorry.” He shook his head at Luke and then picked up Whiskers and gave him back to me. Then he picked up I now knew was called Luke and put his arm around him to keep him stood up.

“Heyy. Whereee areee weee goiing? I’mmm talkinggg tooo thiss preety girll and herr catt. I askeed her onn a datte.” He drunkly rambled.

“I don’t think she is going to want to go on a date with you when your so drunk you can’t even stand up by yourself.”

“Awww. Welll cannnn I havee youuur nummber annd theen weee cannn gooooo onn aa daate whenn I’mmmm unnn-drunnk.”

“Hmmm.” You thought for a moment. Fuck it. “Sure. Give me your phone.” I saved my number in his phone and then gave him it back. “See you later Luke. Goodbye Luke’s friend.

“Thaatts Ashhhh.”

“Sorry. Goodbye Ash.”

“Bye.” They both said at the same time.

We both turned around to go our separate ways when I heard Ash begin to talk.

“How the hell did you get a girls number while you were drunk.” Which made Luke laugh.

“Sheee’s sooo prettyyy.” He replied.

“Whatever. When I bring you home your mother is going to kill me, and then you and then probably me again.”

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j4m3s-b4k3r · 5 years ago

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TWISTED SISTER

The insufferably cute fictional nuns of my childhood were played by perky actresses like Sally Field or Debbie Reynolds, whereas the real nuns who taught me looked like Alec Guinness in a dress. An exception was my 4th grade teacher. She looked like a young movie nun, but her personality shifted from angelic to diabolical quicker than a twist of her rosary beads. According to that Hollywood trope whereby nuns had a shtick - the Singing Nun, or the Flying Nun - she was the Changeling Nun.

One morning after recess, several students had to go the toilet in quick succession, and the Moody Nun became stormy at these interruptions, proclaiming that henceforth no one else could go the loo. You can probably guess what happened next.

Oh no..

Almost immediately came the realisation that I needed to shift fluids too, and after a few minutes of insistent hey hey HEY nagging from my my nether parts, I put up my hand.. Oliver Twist timidly asked permission to expel his soup, but the Tyrannical Nun made it emphatically clear that this was out of the question, which was a profound disappointment but no surprise, as she was deaf to common sense or basic human decency when her dander was up.

What we learned on that day is now lost to time, as all I remember is battling my urethra while watching the clock. Sweat broke out on my forehead as King Canute tried to hold back the inevitably rising tide. 'I cannn do thisss!' Sadly, despite Herculean & sustained kegels, my tightly clenched inner bits gave one final palsied spasm at a few minutes to the hour, before finally bursting an O-ring. I leave the grim particulars of what actually transpired in my quivering pants to your imagination, but it was not pretty, and took many years for a distraught 9 year old to live down. Cries of "Euww!" broke out, and anyone near me flinched away as my humiliation puddled on the floor.

Authority needs a distraction when tidying up evidence of its overreach, so the DamageControl Nun vented hypocritical anger at my giggling classmates (as if they'd created my distress) then escorted me home and spoke with my mother as I washed. Mum was told of of my embarrassing ‘accident’ but The SpinDoctor Nun neglected to mention that she'd caused it and, in a stroke of psyops misdirection worthy of The Stasi itself, added that I’d been through such an ordeal that it was best not to speak of it ever again (my parents followed her advice, and didn't learn the truth for years). Next day at school, The Ingratiating Nun was suddenly at pains to be my pal, and classmates called me her teacher’s pet. Wary of this ironic backlash, I avoided her altogether.

Sitting at at the very back of the class one memorable day, I was head down in my studies when I heard raised voices, and looked up.. The Overbearing Nun was already in mid-altercation with a classmate, an unruly kid who didn’t care what anyone thought of him..

I'd missed the setup to their squabble, but heard the Outraged Nun say; "You wouldn’t talk that way to your mother!” and CV fired back;

“Yeah, but you're not my f∇<k!ng mother, eh?!”

I’d heard that word used out on the playground, not yet understanding what it actually meant, but knew it was a forbidden incantation of devastating magical power, only ever invoked in battle. All eyes turned to the Stunned Nun.. like us, she was frozen, as a long eerie stillness electrified the classroom..

POW! The Boxing Nun roundhouse thumped CV, but he immediately gave her a savage clout that took her breath away.. then the Windmilling Nun pummelled into CV, who dodged & weaved, returning fire with head shots and body blows. Oh boy, it was seriously ON now..

The 1970s saw many epic fights, like the 'Thriller in Manilla', or when Muhammad Ali fought George Foreman in Zaire, not to mention that it was the heyday of Bruce Lee and his thrilling screen spats. However, for me the most titanic clash of wills in that era was this throwdown when I was in 4th grade, between an unhinged nun and a scrappy 9 year old boy, and anyone who was there to witness the savage exchange of blows would surely agree. I had a panoramic view on the action, and my memories are snapshots taken by a ringside photographer.. freeze-frames of awe & war;

The nun swarms the small boy.. veil & crucifix snap back as his small fist hits her face.. the combatants crash into tables and chairs.. students ploughed into the floor, akimbo.. as a churning whirligig of fists flails from one side of the room to the other.. the Wrestling Nun goes for the bear hug, using her superior size to subdue the smaller fighter.. overwhelmed, he cries hot tears of frustration.. squirms free of her half-nelson, sprays her with filthy language and exits the ring.. a door slams.. papers flutter down over tipped furniture.. a swath of destruction torn across the classroom like a wound..

Like Rocky, The Bad News Bears, Randall Patrick McMurphy and other movie heroes of the 1970s, CV ‘lost’ the fight, but won the crowd. Well, one viewer at least, sitting in the back row slack-jawed and thinking; 'Wow.. that's how you do it..' No words were spoken for the rest of that lesson, even from the normally dictatorial nun, as we tidied the battlefield and helped the wounded..

Unworthy types are often elevated by props - A crucifix.. A badge.. A uniform.. An award.. A suit.. A job.. An office.. A collar.. A veil - and feel entitled to the respect of the thing, whether or not they're actually worthy of it themselves. We should always look into the eyes of the person, and give (or withhold) our awe based on their integrity & actions, not their trinkets & titles. CV had no knee-jerk respect for authority (and given the authority at the time, who can blame him) thus, unlike me, he held onto his dignity on his own terms.

Ultimately, it was my fault that The Loo was my Waterloo. Yes, I was only 9 years old, but so was my classmate. Like him, I should have rebelled against inhumane & cowardly authority, cussing it vehemently on my way to the toilet. Instead, I was a hopeless little milquetoast, so concerned with being a 'good boy', that it was a simple matter for ‘The Powers That Be’ to have me piss my pants on command. Trying to follow unjust rules, you’ll make yourself ridiculous, and the authorities will erase the truth after the fact anyway. We only lose our self respect with our own cooperation.

The moral of the story is this; never take any shit from the man, even if the man is a nun.

#Armidale #Baker's Dozen #cartoon #short story #mean nun #drawing #catholic school #Star Wars #super-8 #super8mm #short film #animation #stop motion

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