#LIKE AIGHT YEAH MY CHEEKS GOT CLAPPED NOW LEMME PLAY WITH IT

[angelthebedsheet]

scrapping with bakugo and SLEEPING his ass

a/n: i was watching fight videos and remembered that girl knocking her bf tf out while they were play fighting so we finna host a fight club in the ua common room lmao male reader btw

lets get it

contains cussin as usual, fighting, usage of the slur nigga, black! deku, black! mina, angry bakugo, meechonmars/dopeisland vine reference, TODOROKI, KAMINARI, SERO AND MINA ARE MESSYYYYY

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Bakugo Katsuki

“You guys should fight.” Kaminari said. “Why should we? I don’t wanna hurt him even though I’ll win.” Bakugo said, not looking up from his phone. “Right, okay, but the last time you said you got bitched out by Midoriya? Don’t bite off more than you can chew, baby.” M/N commented, scrolling through his feed. “H-Hey don’t include me in this!” Midoriya exclaimed as Bakugo scoffed. “Shut the fuck up. Don’t forget how you got laid out by ya moms in front of Aizawa.” Bakugo said as he glared at him. “That’s how you feel? Aight then bet. Get up.” M/N said as he stood up. Sero and Kaminari shot up and started to move the furniture. “Did I hit a nerve?” Bakugo said, mockingly as he put his phone down. “Nah. We jus gon have to fight without our quirks. I bet you I’ll sleep yo ass.” M/N said. “If you start leaking then that’s on you.” Bakugo said as he stood up.

“Aww shittt. It’s about to go down. Place ya bets!” Kaminari said. “Bakubro don’t go overboard! He’s still your man.” Kirishima said. “And I will fight my man. Ain’t no special treatment.” Bakugo said as he fixed his slippers. M/N fixed his pants and kicked his slides off. “Without shoes?” Midoriya mumbled. “I think this is very inappropriate behavior! You shouldn’t fight your significant other! He’s also your classmate!” Iida said while making chopping motions. “Iida, my nigga. Respectfully shut the fuck up.” M/N sang as he cracked his knuckles.

“I-you know what I’m going to be quiet.” Iida mumbled as he crossed his arms. Aoyama only snickered and patted his shoulder. “ROCK HIS SHIT!” Mina exclaimed. Uraraka looked at her. “W-Who’s side are you on?” She asked. Mina shrugged and giggled. “Girl, ion know. I just wanna see some hands get thrown bad girl club style.”

“You ready, bae?”

“Fuck yeah. You ready, M/N?”

“Aight then! Fight!” Sero called out. “Kaachan’s gonna start with a left hook.” Midoriya whispered to Uraraka. “Deku, darling. We get that you read him just give us some funny commentary or shut it.” Aoyama said as he threw a pillow at him. Midoriya squealed as he caught it. Bakugo swang on M/N. “Weave!” He called out as he moved from the swing. “M/N better win this. I wanna see Bakugo get knocked out.” Todoroki grumbled while recording. They watched as Bakugo and M/N kept swinging on each other, until Bakugo punched him in his side too hard.

M/N winced and backed up, holding his side. “Oh shit. Baby, you okay?” Bakugo asked, worriedly as he looked at his side. “Oh nah, I’m finna whoop ya ass.” He said as he took off his hoodie and tossed it at Todoroki. “YUH! GO CRAZY ON HIS ASS, M/N! MINK MINK MINK!” Mina yelled as she stood on the couch. “SHUT IT, PINKY!” Bakugo yelled. M/N pulled up his pants and ran up on Bakugo. Bakugo dodged a punch and swang. M/N ducked and punched him in the jaw. “BOW.” He exclaimed

“DAMNNNNNNNN.” Everyone yelled, standing up as Bakugo folded. “K.O. Nigga! Take yo ass to sleep.” M/N exclaimed. “Oh my god...” Momo mumbled as Mina stared at Bakugo’s knocked figure. Iida crouched down and gently slapped Bakugo’s cheek. “Oh wow. He’s. He’s out.” He said. “Period I guess. Shit.” Sero said as he chuckled. “You just knocked him out that easily? How? Did you hit a pressure point?” Midoriya asked. “Bro ion know. All I know is that I knocked the nigga out. Aight move I’ll take him to Recovery Girl.” M/N said as Todoroki tossed him his hoodie. He pulled it back on. He slipped his slides back on and put Bakugo over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“I now have the best video I’ve ever seen. I’m never deleting this.” Todoroki said as he sent it to the 1-A groupchat. “He... He just put Bakugo to sleep, kero.” Tsuyu said. “Told y’all I’d knock his ass out. See yall.” M/N said as he went down the hall. “I bet you Bakubro’s gonna be PISSED.” Kirishima said as he plopped back down on the couch. “Then it is what it is. If Bakugo gets dragged twice in one day it was meant to be.” Todoroki commented as he lightly smiled at the video. “I’m surprised Bakugo went down that easily.” Jiro said as she fiddled with her earphone jack.

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“You’re TRASH.” M/N yelled as he pressed down on the buttons. Mina could only laugh as she watched tears roll down Midoriya’s face. “My dick is in yo mouth. My dick is in yo mouth.” He exclaimed as he got in Midoriya’s face. Midoriya sniffled as he continued to play. Sero started wheezing. “Damn, bro. You really do eat ass at playing 2K.” Kaminari commented. “S-Shut up, I know.” Midoriya whined as he wiped his eye.

They perked up as they heard stomping footsteps. “WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?” Bakugo yelled. “OH SHITTTTTT ROUND 2, YALL!” Mina screamed as she jumped over the couch. Todoroki ran out of the kitchen, one hand holding his bowl of soba and the other holding his phone up. “Woah waittttt.” He said as he slid to sit in the corner. Bakugo swang around the corner, hands popping. “Oop, lemme move because I do NOT want to be caught in this.” Midoriya said as he paused the game and ran out the way. “Shittt I even got my Mortal Kombat music and Jiro’s microphone.” Kaminari said as he stood next to Sero.

“You.” Bakugo growled as he pointed at M/N. “Hey baby. How’s the jaw?” He asked as he looked at Bakugo. Bakugo’s eye twitched before he lunged at M/N. Kirishima yelped as Kaminari immediately started playing the music. “Round 2! Fight!” He announced in the microphone. “Nah you not finna mush like that, bro.” M/N exclaimed. “AAAAAAANDDDD THEY SCRAPING LIKE DOGS!!!” Kaminari yelled as Todoroki slurped on his soba. “LET’S GOOOOOO!” Mina exclaimed as she jumped up and down. Midoriya watched with his jaw dropped as Bakugo dragged M/N by his ankle out of the living room.

“OH SHIT THE FIGHT’S MOVING.” Kaminari yelled as he ran after them. Mina and Todoroki got up and jumped over the couch to chase them. Sero, Midoriya, Tsuyu and Hagakure slid into the hallway. They all watched and recorded as Bakugo and M/N threw connecting punches at each other. “GET ON TOP, M/N! WHOOP HIS ASS AGAIN!” Mina yelled as she clapped her hands. “Should we intervene?” Midoriya asked Sero. “Nah give em a couple minutes, then we step in—” Sero was cut off by Kaminari screaming into the mic. “GODDAMN!” He yelled as M/N kicked Bakugo in the chest, knocking the wind outta him. Bakugo groaned as he curled up in a ball.

“NOW WE STEP IN.” Midoriya yelled as he ran and grabbed M/N from pouncing on him. Todoroki stood there recording Bakugo. “Damn. That’s rough, buddy.” He commented as Kirishima helped Bakugo up. Mina high fived M/N before running to Bakugo. Sero shook his head. “Well shittttt. This has been another Bad UA Club fight.” Kaminari said as he looked at Kirishima and Mina helping Bakugo.

#x black reader #bnha x black!reader #bnha x poc!reader #crack fic #no cap this was making me WHEEZE #this was mad fun to do #did my aggression towards bakugo shine thru even tho im a baku kinnie? #absolutely #did i project onto mina and todoroku bc im messy? #but you know DAMN well mina and todoroki would be that messy in a fight #esp todoroki he prolly watching that fight before he goes to bed #they probably ooc but idc #its 2:02am #its been a while since ive made one of these #uhhmm love yall

[artisticestheticreads]

CRYING OUT FOR ME

DISCLAIMER: This is an one shot of Erik Stevens and Black Reader. This contains angst, fluff and a little soft boy Erik. Enjoy. PLEASE LISTEN TO CRYING OUT FOR ME BY MARIO.

ERIK ‘KILLMONGER’ STEVENS X BLACK READER 

   It was 2007, Oakland, California and Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens was about twenty four years old. He had baby dreads that you had done for him since he practically begged you and it was time for his weekly twist and line up. You were the type of stylist that every one in the hood came to. You gave amateur prices but your work was at a professional level. You opened the door to see him in jeans, navy blue tee and some converse as you wore a green and black track jacket with skinny jeans and your house slippers with your hair in fed in French braids.

   “What up, E”, you said with a huge smile. He picked you up and gave you a big hug. “What up, baby girl? You ready to bless my shit?” You tussled his hair and said “shiiiit, ima need more than hair gel and oils for your ol’ peanut head. Lemme get my holy water.” You walked off like you were serious but he pulled you back by your belt loop as he sat on your nice maroon couch. You stood behind him by your end table with his back to the arm rest. He turned on the TV to see that Love Jones was playing.

   “Aye, Y/N. This yo shit”, he said with a straight face. You smiled as you started. He was telling you about his “appointment” with from Ashley down the street. “She do got a fat ass. Especially when she got those sundresses on”, you said imagining her round ATL peach bottom at attention. Even though, you had a whole boyfriend and you were no where near gay, you still checked females out..especially with Erik. Erik chuckled at your remark and said “hell yeah. But, of course, you know I had to wrap my shit up because she get tossed around more than Mac and cheese on Christmas Day and I like my dick as it is, ya feel me? But yeah, so I’m tryna clap the fuck outta her cheeks but she running and shit so I held her ass down. Yooooo, but Y/N this chick got the ugliest fucking moan. She sound like one of them white hoes in porn and shit. My shit got mad soft, yo. No lie.” You laughed with your head back with a snort that your man hated but Erik loved.

   “Damn, I can’t breath. Thanks for the laugh, E. I honestly needed that it.” He looked to you with stitched brows and asked “what’s poppin’, princess?” You saw his eyes as said “it’s Bryan. We got in a huge argument again.” You were finishing up the last dread and his line up. Erik rolled his eyes in annoyance with the petty arguments with your “man”. You went to wash your hands as he put on his du rag and made himself more comfortable. “What his bitch ass crying about now, girl?” You plopped down on the couch with two bottle Arizona watermelon drinks, with chips and subs you made for y’all. “Man, get this. This nigga over here complaining about you and shit.” Y’all sipped y’all drinks at the same time without knowing and placed them on your coffee table with a quiet burp from both.“The fuck is my name in his mouth for, Y/N?!? He betta check his self before I break his fucking neck.” You giggled and added “he tryna put shit in my head.”

“Like what?”

    Y’all bit into your sandwiches and you said “he tryna tell me you was checking me out when was all together for the game.” You grabbed the remote and switched the channel to ESPN to see the highlights. Erik stopped from biting into his sub and looked at you. “Why he say that?” You leaned back with your arms on the back of the couch and said “something about you looking at me like you tried to fuck or something when we was all hugged up apparently.” You laughed and then he thought to him self.

   He was sitting on the couch of your boyfriend’s house with you and all y’all guys friends watching the cowboys game. You wore a baby blue body suit with the ice Jordans and he wore a matching shirt with tan cargo shorts and his matching Jordans y’all got together on Black Friday. The Cowboys were about to make a touch down as y’all stood up, cheering. When they did, you all hopped up with joy and you jumped in E’s arms. He pressed y’all chests together as you wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. You held him tight then you landed on your feet to chest bump him and do y’all handshake; Bryan watched from the kitchen. When you all calmed down, you sat next to each other with his arm around your neck and your head on his shoulder as y’all high fived.

   After that, you noticed the pitcher of beer half empty and also the bowl of tortilla chips and guacamole. “Oh shit, we out”, you said as you looked to the table then the TV as there was a commercial going on. You smiled to Bryan and kissed his cheek before getting up gathering everything to fill up. You straightened out your body suit as you stood straight. You side walk passed Erik and he watched you with loving eyes. He grabbed your wrist and asked “can you get me a sprite from the fridge, little momma?” You smiled and said “of course, boo daddy.” You and your friends all laughed, except for Bryan, who didn’t get the inside joke. But that’s a story for another day. You kissed his forehead and he used the palm of his left hand to touch the small of your back; Bryan wasn’t very fond of that affection between you two.

  Erik looked at you with your eyes on the TV and watched as you got up to take y’all plates in the kitchen to wash. “Can you believe that shit, E? Bryan tripping, right?” You was met with silence but when you turned around he was standing right behind you, extremely close. “Why you want this punk ass nigga anyways, Y/N? You not happy wit him so why not try us out?” He held you close by the hips as his dark brown eyes softened. “Erik, what are you talking about?”

   “Lemme take you away from him, come on. You not dumb so why be with him, huh?” You looked away from him and as he tried to caress your cheek, you smacked at his hand and walked away. “Erik, where the fuck is this coming?” He walked behind you on your heels and pulled on the loop of your pants. “Y/N, why you with him, hm? He accuses you of cheating all the time when you are the most faithful personI know. He probably fucking some other bitch while you here wit me” he said. You looked up at him with your brows stitched together and arms folded. “Erik, I love him, aight? He was my first everything.” He stepped back and said “not your first everything... remember? When we were middle school and we played truth or dare with DJ and nem. He dared us to kiss. I remember what you wore and everything. You had on the peach Baby Phat crop top with those flared jeans and some Keds. You had your hair in those cornrows with your baby hairs on point because if they weren’t you would spend hours until they were. When we kissed, your lips tasted like Cherry smucker chapstick and they were so soft. I bet they still are. I still can’t get over those lips” as he grazed the bottom one with his right thumb. You were in a daze to the point you never noticed he got closer, inches away from your lips. You pushed him and spat “E, we only kissed because it was a fucking dare. YOU really think I would have done that if it wasn’t ?!?!?!?!? AND BESIDES YOU FUCK OTHER BITCHES ON THE SIDE SO HOW I KNOW YOU GONNA BE FAITHFUL, HUH?!?!”

   “BRYAN CAN’T LOVE YOU LIKE I DO, Y/N!!!!! YOU KNOW THAT SHIT, GIRL!!! HE TREAT YOU LIKE YOU ARE SHIT! WHY CAN’T YOU SEE THAT?!?!?! DAMN I THOUGHT YOU WERE SMARTER THAN THIS!!!!” He yelled as he was in your face, nostrils flared and everything. You felt a tear run down your cheek but turned fast enough to wipe it off as you went to open the door looking at him. “I think you should leave, Erik”. He looked at you, at the ground then slowly lifted his head up to see you with folded arms. He walked up to you but you looked away trying your hardest to not look into those beautiful eyes. He stood in the doorway and wiped your cheek saying “Y/N, I can’t stand seeing you unhappy with a no shit ass nigga so we might always not be friends anymore. I’m sorry, baby girl but I can’t stand to see my girl being played like that.” When you looked up to him, he kissed your forehead and left. You stood speechless as you closed the door. You had tears down your face.

   A week had passed and you were at Bryan’s, watching TV for Movie Night. You wore a black tee that smelt like Erik just to remember him by along with some booty shorts he bought you when you were at Venice Beach. Bryan held you close and kissed your cheek, asking “everything okay?” You nodded and remained silent until you both heard Mario’s Crying Out For Me coming from outside. “Who is that blasting that music” Bryan asked. You ignored it until you heard “Y/N Y/L/N.” You stood with an arched brow and opened the door to see Erik leaning on his car that had that song on full blast. He wore an all black sweat suit you bought him. “BABY GIRL, come on. Listen to your heart. It’s crying out for me, Y/N. Please, princess. I know I ain’t got the money like he do. I live check to check but I can give you so much more. I wanna give you the world. I swear you aren’t just another notch in my belt. You are my everything. I can’t see myself with anyone but you, Y/N. Please give me a chance and I’ll show you, I’m not some fuck nigga like Bryan. I am in love with you, Y/N. I always been. Let a real nigga have you. I wanna make you happy, baby please. Lemme save you”, he said with tears coming down as he walked slowly to the locked gate.

      Bryan stood beside you trying to hold your hand but you looked at his hand in yours and yanked it away with your eyes still on Erik. “E” you yelled as you walked away from Bryan, towards him and he said “wassup” with that damn smirk you loved so much. You ran to the gate, opening it and jumping in his arms with your lips making love to one another. He held you so tight you two could’ve been conjoined twins. “Damn, softer than I remembered. I wonder what else is softer”, he said with a squeeze of your behind making you laugh and snort in shock. “Better than Ashley’s” you asked and he said “girl, waaaay better.” He lifted you up with your legs around his waist, hand full of your behind and tongue in your mouth. “Aye, Y/N...what about me” Bryan said and like clockwork without separating, you both lifted a hand up and flicked him off. When he slammed the door, you both laughed and he said “I love you, princess.” You tussled his locks and said “I love you more, my prince.”

𝟚𝟘𝟙𝟠

    “And that is how mommy and daddy got together”,

you said as you sat between the twin sized beds of your own set of five year old twin prince and princess.

“And what happened next, momma”, 

Erik the Second asked. You looked to his beautiful almond skin, dark eyes and a cut like his father’s but his dreads were really long.

“Well, my prince. Daddy was so in love with momma that he soon proposed like months later”.

Nyla smiled big with cocoa brown skin and said

“really?”

You nodded and said

“yeah. I was and will always be a queen.”

You heard

“mommy made daddy get on a knee and propose. The king didn’t have a choice as usual.”

You looked to Erik who long dreads were braided back and wore a pair of silk pajama pants with a white v-neck showing his scars. You tucked your twists behind your ears and said

“negro, don’t lie to my babies.”

   “Man, Y/N. Look, kids. If the Queen ain’t happy, then nobody can be.” You nodded and said “true. Daddy knows better.” Nyla looked at her baba holding her stuffed black panther with a gold chain close and asked “do you love momma, baba?” He walked in with folded arms, sat on your prince’s bed and looked to you as he said “more than anything and anyone in this world.” You smiled and looked at Nyla with a wink when you sat on her bed. Soon, the kids, fell sound asleep as you two stood, tucking them in and showering their little faces with kisses. You and Erik held each other’s hands as y’all walked to your shared bedroom. “So, did the king make the queen happy today”, he asked with his arm around your shoulder. You looked up to him and said “eh, could have been better.”

   “Oh yeah?” He stood in front of you and looked up and down at the outfit that matched with his but you had on silk shorts instead. You poked his chest and said “yeah.” You smiled big biting into your lip and in one swift motion, he picked you up and put you on his big, broad shoulder. “E, you betta not drop me.” He smacked your butt and said “Y/N, I ain’t no weak nigga but this pull out game is about to be hella weak because how you lookin’ in these shorts...sheesh. I hope the kids ready for another brother or sister.” You both laughed, you with a snort of course, as he took y’all to your master bedroom and closed the door that read:

“𝕬𝖑𝖑 𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓”.

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