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Hooked On Your Feelings - Chapter Two (FWB! Tom Holland x Reader)

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Warnings: Some angst, language, eventual smut in future chapters, fluff

Word Count: 5255

Summary: After a bad breakup, making an agreement with your womanizing neighbor, Tom to be friends with added benefits and no strings attached seemed like the perfect idea. Until things become messy, emotions caused your agreement to crumble.

A/N: I am HYPE to post this new chapter! Omg I just love writing this series so much its so fun writing Tom like this lol. Also low key...this chapter has an easter egg to a pervious series of mine and I’m v curious if anyone catches it but probably not because its superrr tiny but either way I hope you guys like this one! Obviously, smut is in this chapter! DM me to be tagged and I cannot wait to hear everyone’s thoughts! (Also .gif is not mine. DM me for credit please, I found on google!) Thank you xx -N

“What happened to that girl you took home the other night from The Lace Rabbit?” Harrison asked as he ordered his lunch before he took a seat at the table with Tom. It was typical for them to meet up during the week on their lunch breaks and catch up when they were not busy being wingmen for the other while bar hopping on the weekends.

Tom shrugged off Harrison’s question as he took a bite of his sandwich, “She got a little clingy so I had Y/N help me get rid of her,” he smiled as he said your name out loud. His friends knew of you as the hot girl who lived next door who bailed him out of sticky situations. Always teasing Tom how he could never actually get you. The irony made it all too funny for him, “How’d it go with that blonde girl?” he asked to change the subject off of him.

He didn’t know if he should bring up the two of you sleeping together with Harrison. Harrison was his best friend and wouldn’t judge but he knew he’d give Tom shit for it. He’d want to know details of your arrangement or how it came about, if you were really that good and Tom didn’t feel comfortable answering that. Not if it was about you. He didn’t want his other friends knowing about you in the way he did. That was personal between you both and he wanted to show you he respected you.

“It didn’t,” Harrison admitted while taking a sip of his water. He let out a chuckle as he felt himself blushing, “Forgot her name and she spilt her drink on me. Can’t say I didn’t deserve that one,” he at least knew when he was in the wrong.

Tom cringed into his sandwich as he let out a cackle, “You definitely deserved it, mate,” he laughed with another bite. His phone vibrated in his pocket but he chose to ignore it, knowing like clock work what it probably was. It was going to ruin the rest of his day and he at least wanted to enjoy lunch with his friend before getting pissed off for the day.

“She’d probably love you,” Harrison teased.

“Fuck off,” Tom rolled his eyes with a laugh. “I’m not taking your angry seconds.”

“Don’t knock angry sex til you try it,” Harrison smirked knowingly.

Tom shook his head as he once again ignored the phone ringing, “I think I’m good, thanks,” he brushed it off with another eyeroll.

He didn’t know why he suddenly felt weird talking about their last venture out at the club. Maybe it was because Tom knew where he ended up after that girl had left and he knew what that meant for the both of you. But Tom wasn’t done with his bachelor days, and even you knew that. Hell, you practically insisted since this was a no strings attached deal.

It just felt strange not telling Harrison about you. Like it was a weird secret. But at the same time, he felt oddly protective of you. Not wanting his friends to see you as some girl he was getting laid with. Or worse, a potential love interest. He knew it wasn’t going to happen. Hell would be freezing over before Tom decided on any sort of long term obligation. But he knew his friends and he knew they wouldn’t see this is a simple agreement between two friends. And he didn’t want to deal with that conversation.

Staying quiet was the better option. For his own sanity. And...well, would you care if he told anyone about this? Tom figured that was another rule he’d have to ask about. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries and he knew you had a list of rules as well that he was happy to follow. As long as that meant one thing and one thing only: non-exclusive.

Harrison noticed Tom’s phone buzzing for the third time. And Tom ignored it for the third time. He checked the message with a huff of his breath before turning the screen face down on the table, going back to his lunch before he had to get back to work.

“Clingy girl?” Harrison nodded towards Tom’s phone.

Tom shook his head, “My mother was supposed to visit this weekend but you know the routine,” he mumbled into his food, not even wanting to respond to her.

“Let me guess,” Harrison began, knowing exactly where this was going since he knew Tom’s whole story inside and out. Including the bits he hated to discuss which was mainly his family, “Going skiing with Clint in Veil instead?” he questioned knowingly.

Tom scoffed out a laugh at his guess, “Surfing with Clint in Malibu but same shit,” he corrected as he tried not to let it get to him. But even Harrison could tell he was getting bothered by it once again and who could honestly blame him.

Always the same story every time no matter what and Tom grew tired of her antics. He couldn’t even blame Clint for it anymore considering she’d been this way since he was a kid before he was even in the picture. Only now she would just use him as the perfect excuse to get out of coming to visit.

He knew he shouldn’t care anymore but he couldn’t help it. It wasn’t something easy for him to simply let go of. It was his mother. And no matter how many times he’d try she would always give him back the bare minimum and it always made him upset. She was his one final connection to him and she could care less about any of it, so why did Tom? It always got under his skin and he loathed that it did.

But he would still invite her. No matter how miserable it made him.

“Well at least now you’re free this weekend,” Harrison broke his thought while he gathered their garbage before they headed back to work, “The usual at The Lace Rabbit this Saturday then?” he suggested with a knowing smile to try and get Tom out of his mood.

Grabbing his phone, Tom clutched it tightly as he inhaled sharply. Knowing his change of plans meant doing his normal routine even though he was looking forward to the slight change this weekend, which now just seemed bleak to him

“Yeah,” Tom agreed as he tapped your name on his phone but hesitated when he saw his mother trying to call for a fourth time, “The usual this weekend.”

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Your chest tensed as you got into your car after your extremely long day in the office. Everything around you felt heavy and you couldn’t wait to get home as soon as you could but you found yourself still frozen in your car. Unable to move as the moments from earlier this afternoon invaded your thoughts once again while you tried your best to move in. Even though you knew you were completely grief stricken and didn’t know what the hell to do.

The promotion was yours, at least you had thought it was by the way your boss would constantly hint at it. You knew it was never a definite thing, but you were confident in the hard work you had put into your job and knew you were a top contender for the spot. You worked longer hours, took on extra tasks, you even worked on the occasional weekend to get your work done. Taking every precaution necessary to prove that you were the best fit for the role.

Everything felt like it was lining up for you. Co-workers were giving you a pat on the back for your work accomplishments, your boss was taking note of everything you were doing, and you overall felt really good about where you stood for the potential position. So imagine your surprise when you attended the big luncheon and your boss announced his undeserving son was getting the spot instead of you.

It was both nepotism and misogyny rolled into one and it made your stomach turn the longer you had thought about it. None of it made any sense and it was far from fair. You knew you were the one more deserving of the position, the whole office knew it. Even your damn boss knew but he chose his damn son over you and it felt like a stab right to your gut.

You felt so betrayed and beside yourself as you finally decided to head home. Tears streamed down your cheeks while you tried to focus on the road but you just couldn’t ignore the facts. How were you going to be able to show up and take orders now from your boss’ son? You knew the job more than he did and it felt like a huge screw you.

On your drive home, you tried to make yourself feel better by putting on some music to distract yourself but nothing helped. You felt beyond defeated and frustrated right now you didn’t know what was going to make you feel better at the moment. It felt like the world was against you. Between finding Justin with another woman and your job, you were really batting one thousand lately and you weren’t sure when you would catch a break.

Things were not going how you planned at all. The thought of just quitting your job and starting all over again crossed your mind but the fear of the unknown kept haunting you. You didn’t know which direction to go in or who to turn to for advice anymore. You were slowly drowning and you needed someone to throw you a goddamn life jacket already.

You were relieved to finally be home. Maybe some peace and quiet would make you feel a little better, you thought to yourself while you kicked your shoes off and turned some music on for yourself. Trying to put the day behind you and focus on the present moment while you got changed into more comfortable clothes to unwind.

You jumped out of your skin when you heard a knock at your door, not expecting anybody to come by right now. Pulling your hair up into a bun, you headed back towards the door and looked through the peephole. To your surprise, you weren’t really surprised at all. You were actually sort of relieved when you opened the door and saw Tom standing there holding a pizza box.

“That better have extra cheese,” you asked with a narrowed expression while you invited him inside with the pizza that he would always bring you even in normal times.

Placing the box on the kitchen table, Tom opened it with a grin as he showed you the pizza pie with cheese practically oozing from the crusts, “Figured it was an extra toppings sort of day,” he admitted, knowing he really needed the escape from reality. Even if it was just a pizza.

“Tell me about it,” you sighed as you grabbed a piece closest to you as Tom handed you a paper plate. You headed over towards your refrigerator to grab you both a few beers while Tom leaned up against your kitchen counter as he devoured his slice, “I’m guessing you had a bad day judging by your pizza presentation?” knowing there wasn’t really any particular reason he’d be coming over with it today. Unless if he wanted something?

You slowed your pace back from the fridge wondering if he was going to pick up on how you were feeling. You weren’t entirely sure if you wanted him to notice. Whenever you and Tom had a pizza night it was merely to gossip about your lunatic neighbors or watch a game together. You talked about casual things but never really gone into depth or prying into each other’s lives. Why did it feel like suddenly you wanted something different? Would sex change that much in your friendship?

“We can just ignore that...we don’t have to talk about unimportant stuff,” you waved it off. Tom didn’t need to hear about your miserable day. And you didn’t want to pry into his.

He swallowed the last bite of his slice, “If something makes you upset, it’s not unimportant,” he noted. But when he noticed you just looking at him, he raised his hands in surrender. “Ignore my philosophical ass. But I’d like to hear about your day, you know,” he laughed it off.

What the hell was he doing? He thought to himself. Don’t let personal shit ruin this. Enjoy her company. That’s it.

“I didn’t get the promotion,” you told him. You had mentioned to Tom a while ago that your boss was hinting at it but you never went into detail with him about it. You weren’t used to Tom actually wanting to be open or the other way around. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t slightly surprised Tom even gave a crap about stuff like this.

Tom frowned at your answer and he felt his heart sink a bit when you told him the truth about your bad day. He didn’t know much about your job but he was sure you were a hard worker. He saw how much you loved your job and how passionate you were about it when it would come up. You would share upcoming projects with him from time to time and he would see the look on your face whenever you explained them to him. So hearing that you were passed by for a promotion was upsetting to him.

“I...shit, Y/N,” he put his pizza down as he walked over towards to give you a hug. Sliding his hands around your waist he pulled you into him as he felt you relax against his chest, “You didn’t deserve that,” he added softly.

You allowed Tom to embrace you, his warmness comforting you a bit before you pulled away and started crying when telling him about your boss’ son getting the job instead of you. Making you laugh by calling him every name in the book, you and Tom finally found a common ground as you kept venting to him.

Tom pulled away slowly, his hand resting at your chin while he licked his lips, “You’re boss sounds like a fucking prick, I hope you know that,” he told you reassuringly. The small smile you formed when he spoke made him want to keep making you feel better, “I’m glad you’re smiling,” he blushed at his confession.

Stretching your mouth wider, you flashed Tom a playful yet overly wide grin to deflect the attention he gave to you. The two of you laughed as Tom pulled away with a loud chuckle, shaking his head at your sudden silliness, “That has to be the most hideous smile. But we’ll work on it,” he told you through his laughter.

You rolled your eyes before going back to your pizza, giving Tom a look as you nudged him, “Not gonna tell me about what happened to you?” you finally asked.

Tom tensed as he tried to brush it off with a simple shrug into his pizza. The thought of his mother’s texts and ridiculous apologies and excuses continued to drive him crazy as he mumbled into his bite, “It’s stupid shit,” he told you as he swallowed the crust he was chewing, “Mom stuff, not important,” he added bluntly.

You could see the look on his face and could tell it was important to him but you didn’t want to force him to talk about it. Tom was never one to bring up his family ever to you and that was the first time you had ever heard him even mention his mother. He never spoke of his father, at least to you, so you just assumed both were out of his life for whatever reason and it was none of your business to ask.

And Tom refused to admit it but he wanted you to ask about him. Spending hours upon hours at bars, turning his focus always onto the girl; because he knew no girl would ever want to go home with a self righteous, egotistical guy. It was never something Tom minded to do, especially with complete strangers who he would never open up to in a million years. It might have been the recent development he had with you but there was something refreshing he felt around you and as much as it freaked him out, he didn’t seem to mind.

But diving into his mommy issues with you now seemed too much to deal with right now. You were dealing with more than enough problems with your job and your miserable ex-boyfriend, he figured you didn’t need to hear his bitching right now anyway. He came here to get away from those shitty thoughts, not open those wounds further.

Tom came here for a distraction.

Licking his lips, Tom perked up as he looked at you fervidly, “Wanna have sex?” he asked matter of factly. He figured he didn’t need to beat around the bush since you had your arrangement but maybe he was a bit too direct with his request. Tom cleared his throat as he tried to save the night, “I-I mean, I just figured since we both had shitty days that maybe we could uhm-”

“Thought you’d never ask,” you cut him off with a smirk and you perked up as well, nodding as you smoothed out your hair. Standing back up as you turned your back towards him, removing your shirt in the process, “Let’s go,” you called over your shoulder as you headed towards your room.

“Oh, we’re jumping right in,” Tom mumbled to himself as he practically fell off his chair to follow you into your room, tossing his shirt beside yours as he practically froze already seeing you completely undressed, “Christ…” he breathed out while taking you in.

You rolled your eyes as you walked over to him, bringing your lips to his now bare shoulder, “You’re really acting like you haven’t seen me like this the other day?” You laughed against his skin while you began to suck a bruise against him, hearing him let out a gasp while your hand snaked into his pants sneakily, “Beginning to really like this whole friends with benefits thing we have,” you laughed as you found Tom’s lips.

Practically growling into your kiss, Tom lifted you up and lowered you onto your back on your bed. His lips traveled from yours, to your stomach, dipping his tongue into your belly button as you moaned quietly before he brought himself down between your thighs. His lips peppering your inner thigh before he got straight to the point because this whole arrangement meant no foreplay. Another plus for Tom.

“Darling, I think you may be the best friend I’ve ever had,” Tom breathed out a laugh as he pressed his tongue flatly against your clit. Sliding two of his fingers into your core while he slowly pumped in and out of you, “This is what got me through my day today,” he told you before he brought his mouth back to your core.

You arched your back while your fingers went towards Tom’s curls. His name began to fall from your lips while he lapped his tongue carefully, letting it slip inside of you as he continued to tease you with his mouth. His fingers sliding into you again, adding a third as he moaned against your center; allowing the vibrations to roll throughout your entire body.

“Mmm, oh, fuck...!” you cried out, yanking gently against Tom’s hair as you felt the coil beginning to burn from inside of you. Biting your lip to stifle another moan, “Fuck...yo-you’re really good at that,” you breathed out with a small laugh which turned into a whimper.

With his head peering up at you, Tom flashed you a cocky smile with a playful wink as he licked your folds teasingly, “Did you seriously doubt my abilities to make you cum with my mouth, Y/N?” he raised his eyebrow while pumping his fingers now tantalizingly slow, “You’re gonna pay for that comment,” he said to you.

“Just...shut up and make me cum, Tom,” you told him through another gasp as you felt his teeth drag teasingly against your already throbbing bud. His lips wrapped around it as he sucked more harshly, doing exactly as you had asked him to do, “Ungh...oh god, okay. Yeah, keep doing that,” you instructed as you began to grind your hips against his mouth.

Tom took it as a challenge and picked up his pace, beginning to flick your clit faster while he continuously sucked on it. His three fingers now entirely coated in your warmth as he felt you clenching around them. His pants feeling tighter from his hard on while he knelt at the end of your bed trying to bring you to where he wanted.

His free hand splayed against your stomach, holding you in place while he felt you trying to squirm around from the way he was making you feel. Rubbing your clit in between his breaths, Tom looked up at you as he licked a solid stripe down your center, “Let out how you’re feeling from today and cum for me, Y/N,” Tom commanded.

Your eyes shut as you did exactly what Tom had suggested. Completely coming undone from beneath him while you released as much of the tension from earlier as you possibly could but in the most amazing way. Your eyes rolled back into your head while your back arched as Tom’s tongue continued to work you up while you were at your highest point.

Letting out a breathy laugh as you started to come down from it, feeling Tom begin to kiss his way back up your stomach with a smug look, “Don’t give me that look,” you rolled your eyes at his cockiness as his tongue traced along your neck, “I could do what you just did to myself, you know,” you tried to knock him off his high horse a bit while he pretended to be wounded from your words.

“Ah, but you didn’t. Did you?” Tom reminded you as his lips found yours. His hands still in between your thighs as he brought them between you both, showing you his coated fingers while he tasted you off of them, “Tastes like I made you cum because you wanted me to,” his smugness only elevated as he pushed himself off of you as he laid on his back on your bed.

“Need I remind you that you came to my place like a porno with a pizza looking to get laid,” you retaliated as you shifted so you were now hovering over him. Your hands guiding towards his belt buckle to get him out of his restraintive pants. The pleading look on his face made you just as smug, “Sounds like you want me to do just about the same thing, am I right or am I right?” you sang in his ear.

Tom helped you get the rest of his pants and boxers off, feeling himself spring out as he stared back at you with uncertainty, “Did you...just call me a porn star?” he questioned as the two of you let out a laugh.

“You wish, Tommy,” you teased as you ran your tongue down his abs, placing small and open kisses against his stomach as you made your way down to his legs while your hand carefully gripped his hardened length, your thumb running the pre-cum around his tip while you already heard him gasping for you.

Gripping your bedsheets with one hand, Tom reached around to create a makeshift ponytail to hold your hair. Cussing under his breath as he watched your mouth wrap around his tip, swirling your tongue around it while your eyes searched for his. He was really trying to hold it together but you were already driving him crazy.

“Let’s see what you got, Y/N,” Tom challenged you with a heavy breath as he tightened his grip around your hair, “Sometimes, girls think they know exactly what to do but-OH FUCK!”

His words were lost as soon as your mouth went straight down to his base. Suctioning as hard as you could before coming back up his cock painfully slow. Moaning your name as his chest began to heave, Tom felt his thighs start to quiver from under you. Even just watching the way you were working on him was enough to make him whimper right now.

“Fuck...okay, yeah I take that back,” Tom gasped as his nose crinkled up while his other hand white knuckled the sheets, “God, your mouth is fucking perfect. Why haven’t we done any of this shit before?” he was in such a fucked out haze, he wasn’t even sure if anything he was saying made any sense at all. But he felt his stress from earlier going away finally. Even if this was just a short state of bliss, he was grateful for it anyway.

“You really want me to answer that or would you just prefer me to keep sucking your dick?” you sassed while you kitten licked his tip. You watched from the end of the bed as Tom bucked his hips into your mouth to try and get more contact from your lips but you pulled away from him and just kept licking his tip.

God, you were good, Tom thought to himself.

‘K-keep going,” Tom finally breathed out, flinging his head against the pillow to brace for the impact.

Hollowing your cheeks, you pushed yourself all the way down his cock. Your tongue flicking the base in between as you began to feel him throb inside of your mouth. You could tell he was close so you moaned softly into his cock, watching as Tom shuddered from the sensation you just sent through him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Tom cried out, moaning your name as he rutted his hips into your mouth. His pupils blacked as he felt the heat rising in his body, “Shit...I’m gonna cum, Y/N,” he warned as you pulled away, running your hand down his shaft as he began to come undone for you.

His warmth spilled out into your hand and down his cock while he let go finally. The stress somewhat leaving his body as it did yours while the euphoric high peaked for him. Your lips crashed against his while his tongue parted your lips to find yours, tangling them together as he moaned against your mouth while riding out his high finally.

You waited for Tom to catch his breath before you smiled against his lips, placing a small peck against them as you pulled away with an even bigger grin, “Yeah, you’re welcome,” you gave him the same arrogant tone he gave to you moments earlier before you pecked his lips again.

After taking some time to get yourselves together mixed with the continuous fooling around underneath the sheets, you and Tom finally decided to get up and end the night. Even though he didn’t want to leave, he knew he probably shouldn’t overstay. Primarily, Tom was adamant about never spending the night at a girl’s place that he slept with. That made things complicated and he didn’t want complicated. But since you and him had rules to not make things messy, he wasn’t sure if that applied to you. For now, he wanted to play it safe so he got himself dressed again.

You pulled on an oversized t-shirt, realizing both of your hair looked a mess. Luckily you were already home and Tom was down the hall so it didn’t really matter. You wanted to say something to Tom, that you were thankful he came by tonight. You were thankful even before sex was on the table. It felt nice to have him as an ally to swing by with a pizza when he didn’t even know you needed that.

“...is it weird to say I’m glad you came by?” you gestured towards your bedroom while you walked with him out into the kitchen where the half eaten pizza was left, “I know we haven’t really made too many rules about it but…” you trailed off with a nervous laugh as you smiled at him awkwardly.

“Like we said, zero weirdness,” Tom reminded you as he padded his way over to you. He grabbed a leftover crust from the box and shoved it in his mouth, clearly starving already from the workout you had just given him. He smiled while he chewed lazily, his mouth still filled with pizza crumbs, “But I’m happy to come by when we have shit days...and make you cum as well,” he smirked deviously.

The door opened as you smiled back, “Doesn’t have to be just bad days, you know. We could...screw whenever we feel like it,” you told him, hoping that it wasn’t too much.

“Did you just say screw?” he whipped his head towards you with a loud laugh.

“Alright then, I guess I’ll just leave you to the girls who leave you unsatisfied then,” you fought back.

Tom leaned against the door with his mouth gaped open, “They do not...leave me...unsatisfied?” he questioned himself, knowing that that was true, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

“Then why are you here?” you placed a hand on your hip, feeling the smile pulling at your lips while you messed around with him. You certainly weren’t in this mood earlier before Tom came around.

Pressing his lips together, Tom rolled his eye at you, “Fine...we can screw...whenever,” he leaned in closer to you with his eyes big as he mimicked your voice when you said it, “As long as we keep this thing strictly what we intended, you can use me whenever you need, Y/N,” and he meant it.

You didn’t back away when he sealed his words with a soft kiss, paired with his trademark grin. Tom pulled away slowly, taking in the moment as he wished you a goodnight quietly before kissing you against the cheek, “Like I said, best friend I ever had,” he said softly once again.

“Am I interrupting something?” A voice broke from behind the two of you. Both of your eyes widened towards each other as you both simultaneously pivoted your heads towards the staircase where the voice was coming from.

Tom closed his eyes with a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to ignore Harrison staring at the two of you with a crooked grin. Making it known to Tom that explaining this was going to be a lot tougher than he had imagined.

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shotorozu · 3 years

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hellolololo!¡! so i recently saw this video where their

s/o goes on to omegle and the other person from omegle like goes “hi ur cute” or “u have snap?” and then their boyfriend just enters the frame,, can u do that to todobakudeku separately :3

if u dont understand u can check this out 😭 https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJdEqc7V/ tyy ❤️❤️

“ur kinda cute” on omegle

(tiktok prank)

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (bnha)

part two — part three

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, crack — ‘x reader’

note(s) : i love these types of requests 🤩 so i plan on making 3 parts with this (oh and don’t worry, i’ll finish the other tiktok prank series i have going on at the moment)

also, there’s no proofread on this so if there’s any typos or mistakes, sorry! i’ll be editing them in the morning

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todoroki shouto

okay so, the entire tiktok idea was planned— but the part where shouto came in surely wasn’t staged

so, being a curious young person— you wanted to make a tiktok, where you went on omegle just to speak to people for fun

and inside of your head, you’re kinda thinking that “this is dumb, omg im going to get flashed on there.” also while you were setting up your laptop

but you just used the appropriate tags and !! you were set off for an adventure

you set your phone aside, and you filmed most of the experience— cutting out the not so interesting encounters out of your tiktok

and then came on a dude, who had a,, unique reaction. he didn’t seem all that fishy— until he asked you for your snap (your social medias, essentially)

“you’re kinda cute, y’know. how did i not see you before?”

you shake your head, “oh no no! i appreciate your compliment, but i’m very much taken!” your mind immediately flashing back to the image of your icyhot boyfriend

“nahh you’re lying! i don’t see any dude back there”

oh,, and that was because shouto was out getting snacks 🧎 “no really dude, i appreciate it! i’m very much taken and being disloyal is out of the question!”

this dude just kept insisting and insisting, and due to the struggle— you weren’t able to hear the door knob jiggle

it seemed to be that his advances came to an end, and your lover made an entrance— a mop of red and white peaked out from the door frame

and the dude literally got scared and ended the conversation 💀 because you really weren’t lying!

you also figured that it was time to end your omegle shenanigans, and finish the tiktok— because your boyfriend was already there “hi love, who were you talking to?”

you closed your laptop, and offered him a smile “i was on omegle for a tiktok! i’m glad you’re back.” you discard your phone, wrapping your arms around his torso (and also making sure you don’t delete the draft)

shouto doesn’t say a lot, but he immediately accepts your touch, setting the groceries aside.

he doesn’t question the fact that you were on omegle because well,, he had to get used to your shenanigans on tiktok SOMEHOW

a few hours later, you posted the tiktok— and almost immediately, the tiktok gains a lot of attention

“i love how your boyfriend drove the last dude away 💀💀” “man the last dude didn’t take the hint 🗿” “your boyfriend indirectly protected you! we need more guys like him.”

you snicker at the comments, which ultimately gathered shouto’s attention “what’s up, love?”

you show him the tiktok, “the tiktok did well.” he’ll comment calmly, but shouto’s lowkey MAD ?? that a dude had the audacity. but he’s just glad that you’re happy just maybe,, don’t go on omegle anymore 💀

“love— next time, let me in on your tiktoks.” he says, running a thumb along your cheek lightly. because he was actually quite entertained, putting everything aside

bakugou katsuki

as if bakugou katsuki would let you go on OMEGLE, a place that’s known for having the sketchiest people to ever exist— but make it virtual

but being with you made him realize that well,, if you want to do something, you’ll go through lengths just to do it.

even the great bakugou katsuki can’t really stop you. whatever makes you happy— but oh, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t highly discourage it

which lead you to go on omegle for a tiktok in the other room, while bakugou exercised in the very next room.

when you told him that you wanted to film a tiktok, bakugou only shrugged— “don’t do overly dumb shit.” was what he only told you and he left the door open too

you then set up your phone and laptop, applied the appropriate tags— and went off to make your tiktok

you only filmed the interesting encounters, and the people you met on there were very diverse in personality and just,, in general.

after the 4th encounter, then came a rather interesting dude. he didn’t seem all that ordinary but he wasn’t spectacular. he was just nice

and the conversation was rather normal— until he started asking for your socials “putting everything aside, do you have social media? you’re really cute.”

you reject immediately, “oh no, i appreciate your words but— i already have a boyfriend.”

you just have to hope that he noticed bakugou walking back and forth with equipment, but with his next words— that doesn’t seem to be the case

“i didn’t see anyone back there, a simple no would’ve been sufficient instead.” uh oh

“no really, i—” and before things escalated, katsuki’s head peaked through the door frame, freshly out of the shower “are you almost done, idiot?”

the dude literally looked behind you, and thought “oh shit, their boyfriend is bakugou fucking katsuki.” because bakugou is famous for,, multiple different reasons

the dude’s camera shakes in terror, “oh uhm,, it was nice meeting you!” not long before he dips from of the conversation, never to be seen again.

closing your laptop— you end the tiktok while bursting into laughter, and this action just confused katsuki ever further. he heard you speaking to someone, and when he looked, the person was nowhere to be seen

“what are you laughing at??”

“nothing katsuki, i was laughing at the tiktok i just made.”

then— you figured that it would be best to tell katsuki now that you were on omegle (long story short, he wasn’t pleased)

he scolded you that you shouldn’t be on omegle, but let’s be honest, he couldn’t stay mad at you— so he just cuddles the frustration away

when you upload the tiktok the following hours, it blows up pretty quickly—with comments like “LOL IS THAT BAKUGOU KATSUKI??” “he had guts until he saw bakugou katsuki 💀” “tbh i’d be scared too”

and when you report the news the katsuki, he smirks— “as he should be.”

midoriya izuku

at this point, izuku is very much used to your shenanigans on tiktok. he’s very supportive of whatever you do all in all

but, about omegle,,, yeah,, as much as he trusts you— he does not trust omegle. he’s aware that it’s a shady place, and he doesn’t advise that you do go on that website bc he cares

so when you brought up the tiktok idea, he proposed that he’d be there, right beside you just to monitor if anyone’s being weird :)

and that’s great! because you also wanted to ask if he wanted to be a reoccuring guest in your tiktok— and of course, what kind of boyfriend would he be if he opposed?

he helps you set up your laptop and phone— all of that sort of stuff, and then you guys were off to make an interesting tiktok

oh, but izuku did apply the appropriate tags because he didn’t want you to see odd things he was secretly nervous but,, you were very ethusiastic, so he was too.

the first several people were interesting in their own way— especially with their reactions to your boyfriend appearing on screen

usually, they’d back off with, and comment on how cute your boyfriend is— wishing the both of you well before calmly leaving to meet new people,

that was how it was, until you met this person in particular.

he sounded very,, egotistical— i wouldn’t say that because you’ve just met the dude, but he acted like everyone wanted him or it sounded like that

then he says, “you definitely have a phone number, right? you’re cute, just my type.” wkdksmd this is awkward since izuku’s right beside you, but he’s just outside of the frame

then, izuku pops out of the frame— in all his cute ass glory, he gives a small wave to the not so pleased stranger

“please, that’s your boyfriend?” he scoffs, “with those arms, he looks like he could be your little brother! now let me ask again—”

it’s really weird?? because have you seen izuku’s gainz?? and this dude’s audacity is extraordinary.

but little did this guy know, he’s looking at midoriya izuku— and,, you’ve seen his performance in the sports festival.

the dude takes another glance at your boyfriend, who’s sitting there right beside you— and he realizes who he was talking to

“oh shit, you’re—” and before the both of you could realize it, he nopes out of the conversation.

after that encounter, you burst into a fit of laughter— the look on izuku’s face being priceless. “you should’ve seen your reaction!”

“haha, i guess he knew who i was,” he says bashfully, cheeks warming up. because it registered in his mind that people actually knew who he was. “can you,, upload the tiktok later? i want to hug you— i mean! if that’s fine.”

of course it’s fine! you oblige, and give him all the hugs he could ever need

after cuddling with izuku, you do upload the tiktok— and an hour later, your tiktok notifications blow up

the tiktok all in all gathered 1M views, 780K likes, and over 1,500 comments— most of them saying stuff like

“your boyfriend’s reaction was so cute?? i know he looked like he was going to punch him through the screen but 👀” “last dude was just not it.” “LMAO HE REALLY TRIED IT” “is your boyfriend IZUKU MIDORIYA??”

when you excitingly showed him the tiktok’s results, he was certainly pleased— because most of the comments were positive, and also because the tiktok’s results made you happy

“i’m glad that it did well!” he’ll sigh in relief, pressing a kiss against your temple, let’s just not go on there ever again

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urimaginespimp · 3 years

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The Wrong Bait

Bucky x Reader

You, Bucky, Nat, and Sam are undercover in a Gala. Nat was supposed to be the one to get close to the target, but the initial plan goes down the drain when the target starts hitting on you instead.

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Your role in this mission was simple: blend in with the guests, be on the lookout for Nat’s target, make sure nobody gets hurt. The man wasn’t that much harmless, but he was working with sketchy people.

This was probably one of your most laid-back missions yet, and it could’ve been taken cared of by other agents, but you, Nat, Bucky, and Sam wanted jumped on the possibility of a fancy night out after a day of pure boredom.

“I don’t have sight on the target yet.” you spoke in a low voice in the intercom.

“Neither do I.”

“Negative.”

Bucky and Sam replied at the same time.

The satin floor-length gown you had on was enough to be appropriate for the occasion, and at the same time take your boyfriend’s breath away.

“I told you, quit having those heart eyes or I’ll poke them out.” Sam’s hushed voice came into the device again, confusing you.

“Who are you talking to?” you asked as you moved your way through a busy sea of people chatting along, and you took a seat by the bar.

“Your simp of a boyfriend.” Nat snorted an answer in behalf, making your cheeks burn at the flattery.

Turning your seat and scanning through the faces in the room, your eyes finally met your boyfriend’s who was standing by the corner in his well-tailored suit, ignoring the unsubtle adoring stares sent his way by other guests.

“I don’t have hearts on my eyes.” Bucky muttered weakly in defense, sending you a shy smile that you mirrored, which of course was seen by Sam from who knows which corner he’s hiding.

“Don’t make me go over there and smack that grin off you.” Sam threatened, thought you could hear the mirth in his voice.

But because of that little conversation the four of you had, you all missed to note that the target had made his way by the bar himself, and was now sitting beside you.

“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” A deep voice asked you on your side. Turning your head his way, you stared right into the eyes of the man whose picture was flashed during briefing. Curses were heard through your earpiece.

Composing yourself, you knew you couldn’t blow it. But there was a reason why Nat was the one to interact with the target and not you. And that is the well-known fact that you are bad at flirting.

“I was gonna ask you the same thing.” You found yourself answering with a smile, though you were pretty much kicking yourself now in your head.

“I am too sober for this.” you heard Sam mutter once again in your earpiece.

However, instead of being put off by your response, the target seemed to find it amusing. “So, I’m a nice girl now too, eh? I guess we nice girls should be sticking together.” he winked at you before taking a swing from his own drink.

A scoff from undoubtedly Bucky, came through.

“I think I located the secret room. Y/N keep him there so I can get what we need and leave smoothly.” Nat instructed, and you almost let out a groan from frustration.

“You’re blushing.” The man commented, bringing your attention back.

“I'm not blushing. Your face is just so hot that I got sunburned.” you attempted to redeem yourself but failed once again. You winced.

“Wow, you’re on a roll, Y/N” the tone in Sam’s voice implied that he was close to losing it.

“In a hotel ballroom at night?” the man let out a boyish laugh, shaking his head at you. “Come on, don’t let me deteriorate your confidence.”

From his reactions so far, this might actually be easier.

“Uh... People call me Y/fake/N, but you can call me tonight?” you tried to sound confident, but it was evident in your face that you were cringing.

“Keep going, darling, I might just fall in love with you.” he was still grinning at you in amusement.

“Quit flexing, Buck. We get it, you have a jawline.” Sam spoke once again, amused at seeing how hard Bucky was clenching his jaw from across the room.

“I’m about to break this guy’s jaw.” he replied through the intercom in all seriousness.

Clearing your throat, you hope that Bucky will forgive you for what’s about to come out of your mouth next. “It’s working then. I mean I would flirt, but I often seduce men with my awkwardness.” you smiled.

Nat who was being all stealthy in the secret room couldn’t help but comment. “Isn’t that your comeback to Bucky after all those teasing about your awkwardness?”

“Yep. The very same one that got him to kiss her.” Sam added to her comment.

“I didn’t know you guys kept a scrapbook of our relationship.” Bucky replied in annoyance. “It’s alright, darling.” He assured you, his tone softer.

“I owe you one.” you found yourself replying, confusing the man in front of you.

“What?” He asked.

“I- I owe you a dance!” you quickly excused from mini panic, and pull him to the dance floor. It felt really wrong, especially when the reason you even learned how to dance was also because of Bucky, who has since then gone quiet.

The man himself was good on the dancefloor, but you couldn’t help getting distracted from your own guilt, when you finally spot Nat by the exit, giving you a nod as a signal that you were free to go.

“I have to go!” you exclaimed a little too excitedly.

“Why so?” The man before you asked, slightly annoyed.

“I just have two hundred-year-old men at home. They’re kinda traditional and need me home by now.” you reasoned smoothly.

“Two?” he inquired.

“Yeah, people keep joking they might be more than platonic though.” you chuckled and waved at him while already making your way to the exit.

Once outside, you turned right around the corner to where Bucky was already waiting, while Nat and Sam were already inside the car waiting. You gave him an apologetic smile, and was ready to apologize when he pulled you into him and kissed you, almost in a desperate manner.

Pulling away, you saw that there was a glint of smile in his eyes. “You’re not mad?” you asked and he shook his head with a smile.

“Maybe just a little jealous.” He answered.

“A little?!” Sam called out from the car, with the window down. “Get your assess in here so we can go home.”

Before you could reach out the door, your boyfriend pulled you into him once again and gave you a peck before giving you a playful scolding look.

“Don’t think that I didn’t hear what you said about Steve and I, doll.”

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Y/N: This is short, but I’ve been having a bad case of writer’s block and just slowly working my way through it. Lol.

HAVE A NICE DAY!

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writingtoforgetreality · 3 years

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I Remember (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

Request: uM hi saw ur request post while i was scrolling through malcolm bright x reader tag lol so may i request an x reader w malcolm where reader's gil's niece or smth so she and mal know each other before he joined the team- and one day where mal was being a dumbass and reader was told to drive mal home and when she was securing his restraints he jokingly asked her to sing to him aNd she did sing and fell asleep on the bed by opposite mal aND he got a good amount of sleep like no night terrors and next day he accidentally slipped that reader ''slept'' w him and gils just like excuse me wtf?? Djkdkdlsjsjs idk i got this idea when i was staring at the ceiling at 4 am instead of doing my essays that were due in the morningxD sorry its p long. Thanks and have a good day/night (by @iwillboilyourteeth), [Prodigal Son-Masterlist]

Summary: Malcolm got hurt again. What a surprise. And, as always, you were right there to take care of him. Tonight, though, things took a turn. For the better or for the worse? Only the future would tell.

Words: 2,142

Warnings: language, love me some sarcasm, fluff, so much fluff, I love writing for Prodigal Son (keep the requests coming)

Song used: “I Remember” by Jason Manns

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

You were sitting in your apartment when your phone started ringing loudly, interrupting your movie marathon. Sighing exaggeratedly, you checked who decided to annoy you at this time. It was not too late but you liked your alone time a lot. Gil. Oh no. That could never be good.

“Uncle Gil. I hope whatever you’re about to tell me is more important than Harry Potter.” pausing the movie you were currently watching, you did not even give him enough time to greet you. A loud sigh could be heard over the phone. One, that made you laugh.

“(Y/N).” his voice was stern & you knew better than to mess with him. Yet, you could not help yourself.

“Yeah, that’s me. You called me, after all.” joking to ease the tension, your giggling was cut short by his next words.

“Malcolm is a dumbass.”

“What a revelation.”

“He’s hurt.” Gil stated. Throwing your head back in frustration, you knew he only called you if he knew it was not too bad. But bad enough to need your help. “I need you to come get him.” it was not even a question, more like an order. Immediately, you grabbed the stuff you needed & headed out of your apartment towards your car.

“Can I yell at him for being reckless?” opening the door, you got inside but before you started the engine, you waited for the call to end. Could not risk getting youself hurt. Malcolm was the stupid one, not you.

“I already did that but I’m sure he’ll appreciate to hear it again.”

“Good.”

“Drive safe.” Gil noted.

“See you in ten.” & with that you drove to the precinct where he would most likely wait for you.

Growing up, you spent a lot of time at Gil’s. Malcolm was there almost always, so you got to meet each other pretty early on. Deep down, you cared for him. More than you should care for a friend. And because of him being a profiler, you were sure he picked up on that as well. Malcolm was just nice enough to not comment on it. Besides, he would tell you that he was too broken anyway. The thing was that it never scared you away. It did the exact opposite, actually. It only made you want him more.

Did you ignore almost every speed limit? Possibly. Your knuckles were white because you had gripped the steering wheel so tightly. One of these days, you would kill Malcolm. He kept getting himself hurt & you were tired of being the one to drive him home afterwards. Of course, you knew Gil only called you because Malcolm trusted you enough but that did not change the fact that you were exhausted.

“What happened?” approaching Gil, your eyes looked around for a sign of Malcolm. “And where the hell is he?”

“Bathroom.” his finger pointed over. “He didn’t call backup & thought dealing with it alone would turn out fine.” Gil was, you could tell, almost as tired as you. Not only of Malcolm acting recklessly but also because of a long day at work.

“What a surprise.” your sarcasm got the best of you. But it helped you coping with your feelings sometimes. “Uncle Gil?” his head snapped up when you said his name.

“Yes?”

“Go home & get some sleep. I got it from here, promise.” your sweet smile was convincing enough & with a nod, he turned around & walked away.

“(Y/N)?” Malcolm noticed you when he walked out of the bathroom. His face was covered in bruised & by the way he was limping, you were sure that his entire body had to be sore. “Where’s Gil?”

“I sent him home.” shrugging as if it were nothing, you gave Malcolm a look. He knew what it meant but apparently, he wanted to play dumb.

“What?” his head tilted slightly & if it were not for his damn puppy eyes & for the fact that he was hurt, you would be the cause of his bruises. Not quite literally but still. Rolling your eyes at him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“You’re stupid, I hope you know that.”

“I do, but we caught the killer, so it was worth it.” he casually stated.

“Is it really worth risking your life, Mal?” shaking your head shortly, you were not in the mood to discuss this any further. A simple gesture of your hand was enough to show him that you wanted to get going. “Come on, I’m gonna bring you home.”

“You’re mad.” Malcolm noted when the both of you walked outside back to your car. Sighing loudly, you stopped for a brief moment.

“Yes. I’m mad because I can’t even count how many times we’ve been in this exact situation anymore. And it sucks. Because every single time Gil calls me, I think he’ll tell me that you didn’t make it out like you always do.” Malcolm’s eyes widened when you explained how you were feeling. Your body brushing past his made him turn around & follow you without another word. It was silent between you two until you arrived inside Malcolm’s apartment.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” he spoke up, his voice much softer now. When you saw him struggling to pull off his coat, you walked over to him to help him out.

“You don’t owe me an apology, Mal.” your back faced him when you went to put his jacket away.

“I do. You always take care of me when shit like that happens. And I wanted you to know that I don’t take that for granted. If I were you, I would’ve stopped caring a long time ago.”

“You know as much as I do that this won’t ever happen.” & it was true. Malcolm could mess up over & over again. Could get himself hurt & all that. But you would always be here to catch him, no matter what.

“I don’t deserve you.” his eyes bore into yours & by the look he gave you, you knew he was not talking about you taking care of him when he was hurt. He was referring to you as a person. Basically, he wanted to make you understand that he was not worthy of your love. Which was bullshit to you.

“You deserve so much & it hurts that you don’t see it.” the conversation dropped for the time being. Navigating your way through his apartment, you looked for something he could wear to bed. Soon enough, you found something suitable & when you walked back into the room ,you found Malcolm already sitting on his bed, head hanging low. He stopped you when he noticed your hands grabbing the shirt he was wearing. Sending him a confused look, your eyebrows raised in question.

“I think I can handle it from here on.” taking the clothes from you, he went to strip himself out of his workwear. Surprisingly, he could not move his body enough to achieve anything.

“Yeah, I can see that. Come on, don’t act like that, Malcolm.” it was not the first time you had helped him undressing. As mentioned earlier, the two of you had been in this situation too many times to count.

It did not take long & he was wearing comfortable clothes. After asking if he needed anything else, you went straight to his restraints & helped strapping him in. It amazed Malcolm how you were not weirded out by the fact that he had to be held down in order to have at least a few hours of sleep.

“(Y/N)?” his voice was barely above a whisper but your humming let him know that you heard him. “Can you sing something for me?” it was meant to be a joke, he simply wanted to ease the tension between you guys. Thinking about it for a second, you came to the conclusion that it would not hurt to do that. Maybe it would help him fall asleep? Malcolm eyes widened when you actually started singing quietly. It was soothing & he closed his eyes to focus solely on your voice.

Hey you, when I saw you walk in there

And I couldn’t help but stare

At the way you move your hands

‘Cause it’s the little things you do that drive me crazy

And now, let’s forget about the crowd

And just concentrate on us

So that you can know what I want you to know

I remember how it started

You had everything I wanted

I was helpless to resist

But I didn’t want to

Only if you would hold me tight

As we talked all through the night

About those things you won’t tell no one else

I know that we’ve got long ways to go

But I want you to know

That I’ll be there till the end, so don’t you worry

I remember how it started

You had everything I wanted

I was helpless to resist

But I didn’t want to

‘Cause I fell in love with you-ou-ou

After you finished, Malcolm still had his eyes closed, he just laid there for a while, recalling the words of the song. He knew what you were trying to tell him but if he had to be honest, he was scared. If the two of you were to try something, he thought you would leave him the moment you realized his demons were too much for someone to handle. Malcolm did not hear you leave his apartment, neither did he feel a movement. Opening his eyes slowly, he found you sound asleep right next to him. Your peaceful form made him smile brightly. Contemplating if he should wake you up, he decided against it in the end. Deep down, he knew you would not judge him he if he had a night terror next to you. And if he were honest, having you with him made him incredibly calm. That night, he fell asleep almost immediately, without any nightmares invading his dreams. The reason for it was you. Only you.

Malcolm woke up early the next morning. Work called. Okay, maybe Gild had told him to take a few days off but everyone who knew Malcolm, knew that he did not listen to such orders. Or any orders, in general. You were still asleep when he loosened his restraints. He left you a note behind before leaving his apartment for work.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay at home?” Gil questioned the second Malcolm entered the office where the rest of the team was already up & working.

“You did but I’m fine.” Gil rolled his eyes at his words. Usually, whenever Malcolm insisted on being fine, he was everything but. Examining his face closer, Gil was shocked to see him so…well rested?

“Wait. How much did you sleep last night? You look unusually awake.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s because I slept with (Y/N) last night.” Malcolm spoke casually & went to examine the pictures that were displayed on the table in the middle of the room. Gil’s eyebrows raised at that. Dani only sent him a weird look & JT almost choked on his coffee at Malcolm’s confession. There were some things he did not want to know & his love life was one of it.

“Excuse me, what now?” Gil was the first one to press the topic further. Everyone knew how protective he could get when it came to you, his niece. When Malcolm turned around, he found three pairs of eyes looking sternly at him. Wait, what did he say? Realization washed over his face & he only now noticed how wrong his words sounded without any given context.

“No, wait…That came out wrong.” closing his eyes briefly, he prepared an explanation for his confused co-workers. “(Y/N) drove me home yesterday & she helped me with my restraints & all. She fell asleep & I didn’t wanna wake her up.” Malcolm’s hands gestured wildly, not wanting to give them the wrong impression of last night’s events. JT pretended to understand what he explained even though he had no idea & frankly, he did not care too much. Malcolm had lost Dani’s interest a while ago, she continued working on the next case. Only Gil was left. He gave Malcolm a knowing look, went over to him & patted him on the shoulder.

“You better take care of her, Bright. Or you have to deal with me.” his threatening smile creeped Malcolm out but he knew Gil was only trying to keep you safe. Maybe you were the right one for him. Last night was proof enough. It was scary to take that next step but on the other hand, he wanted to take that risk. He wanted to give it a try. For the both of you.

Published (04/20/2021) by Cathy

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corpsentry · 3 years

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january: an art retrospective

i did some stuff last month (but it’s a lot of stuff and there’s a photodump + some Serious Fucking Reflection, so it’s all below the cut)

so ok, let’s start with this. here are some heads. each head has a red arrow. that red arrow is what i call the red line of the devil. it’s the slope of the face from the side of the eye to the cheekbone and then down towards the chin. up until like 2 weeks ago, i couldn’t draw it. i couldn’t fucking draw it. i would edit over that part of the face over and over again until i was frustrated and tired and i had a raging homosexual headache and it still never looked right. notice that each head is different. notice that each head looks wrong.

at the start of 2021 i finally admitted to myself, as per the image above, that i was deeply, deeply unhappy with my art. what was the problem? i dunno. but i decided i was going to fix it and i was going to do so via another one scribble a day event wherein for every day of january i would find a photo of a human head, and i would draw it.

january 1st, 2021. i was embarrassed to tweet this even on my private account where like 5 friends and a rock would see it. in retrospect, you can also see all of my bad habits emerging like dicks from a hole in the ground. it’s disproportionate. the brows look flat. the eyes are slanting upwards. the entire drawing looks flat, like this isn’t a 3d person but a caricature of one.

january 2nd, 3rd, 4th:

on the 2nd i decided to start a separate thread for doodles and applied learning. here’s the first set of tests

the rest of the week is kind of uneventful so we’re going to skip those. fast forward to january 11th

this one is especially bad. i am acutely aware, suddenly, that i am not changing anything at all. i’m stressed and miserable about it because i’m still trying to see people as people and trying to draw people that look attractive and proportionate and hot. my friend, leny, reminds me that i need to think about faces in terms of planes. i have a moment. my other friend masha sends me some links to anatomy tutorials. i have another moment.

january 11th. applied sketch

january 13th is when i start the troubleshooting process. the link above drives me mad because i’m pretty happy with the face but then i realize that there’s something very fucking wrong with the shape of the head LOL and then i realize that i’ve never had any idea what the proportion of the face to the rest of the skull is so i grit my teeth and i open a new canvas and i

bald studies. it seemed like the right thing to do. can’t draw heads? ok draw some heads. look at some photographs. i traced each photo but tried to stick to straight lines so that i could replicate the shapes more easily. i broke each face down into shapes. i thought about airplanes

i got really excited. i started doing studies, then applied studies, then stylized studies.

sketches. i’m not sure what’s going on (as always) and it’s very rough, but they look different from the sketches i did on january 2nd. that’s a start

january 16th’s daily study. looks more like a person now. juuuuuust a bit

more applied studies

on the 18th i take a break and go stare at some lips because i don’t understand how the fuck they work. again, i focus on shapes, on volume, on the fact that these things exist in 3d. holy fuck lips exist in 3d. holy fuck we are real

january 19th. i’m working on it.

january 22nd. some sketches + a daily study. it has finally occurred to me that heads can tilt up and down and that things look different accordingly. yes i was not aware of this before. yes i have been drawing for over a decade.

january 23rd. by this point after doing my daily sketch i almost always go back and do an applied study which is basically to say i drew a lot of fucking links. this one looks kind of okay. i’m kind of proud

january 25th. links. trying to make sense of everything i’ve learned

26th, 27th, 28th. daily studies

january 1st. january 31st

The End Of The Photo Dump (dab)

ok NOW i get to talk about what i discovered while studying the shit out of human beings

FIRST OF ALL, there is something precious and magical about drawing shit without the explicit knowledge that you’re going to tweet that shit out to 45 people later. it takes the burden of perception off your shoulders and that does something to you, or at least that’s my theory. i told myself i wouldn’t post any of this stuff until the end of the month (if i wanted to post it at all) and kept everything off my public social media accounts and that meant i could draw ugly as hell without worrying about who would point and laugh, which i absolutely fucking did. a lot of these are fucking trainwrecks. most of these are fucking trainwrecks. why do they look like that?? why??? this doesn’t look like the work of someone who’s allegedly been drawing since they were in kindergarten, does it?????

here’s why: because that person took a huge motherfucking swing at everything they’d ever known about art and spent a month building something new in its place. the abstract explanation is that i grew up on shoujo and weird old anime and my understanding of anatomy was unironically kamichama karin and while i love kamichama karin, when kamichama karin is your rule even if you try to break it, you’re going to end up going nowhere. “you have to know the rules to break them”, yeah? well i didn’t know shit. the abstract explanation is i’ve been miserable about my art for a few years now because i saw other people doing things effortlessly which i couldn’t and instead of going back to the basics, i tried to do what they did (not plagiarism, mind you, i mean i literally tried to copy the red line of the devil i mentioned above because i couldn’t even make that happen) and then i fucking failed.

the simple explanation is this. i had to unlearn everything, and relearn it again (like some kind of new renaissance clown, what the fuck is this?)

take this for example. all my life i’ve drawn faces in the order: eyes, nose, mouth, face shape, head. this works for some people, im aware, but it was something central to how i had always drawn, so i decentralized it. i said fuck you to the old me and changed the order up. now i start with the nose, then the eyes, mouth, the chin line, and the sides of the face. now i force myself to think about the human head as a series of parts interacting with each other instead of a bunch of disparate features which i want to look pretty.

or let’s use this zelda from last year. something about this looked wrong last october, the way something about all of my drawings looked wrong, but i couldn’t pinpoint it for hell the way i couldn’t articulate Any of my feelings about the visual arts. now, looking back, here’s what i see. that nose is sticking out far too much given how she’s not really facing very far away from the camera. that ear at the back shouldn’t be there. her forehead is too big. she doesn’t have a forehead. what the fuck is up with the shape of her head?

so apparently reject modernity embrace tradition has its roots in alt-right terminology and i’m not very horny for the alt-right (you understand), but the spirit survives here. you know sometimes you have to admit that you have no idea what the fuck you’re doing and draw people for 31 days. i’ve spent my whole life drawing stylized people and while again there are artists who have no issue with this, i veered off the track of the Good and the Holy and couldn’t get back on. i had no point of reference because i’d never thought about what an actual human being looks like, so i had no way to fix what i knew in my gut looked wrong but wouldn’t come out better.

this was hard. this was like oikawa tooru swallowing his worthless pride and admitting that ushijima wakatoshi had gotten the best of him for the last time in his high school career, but in haikyuu!! by furudate haruichi oikawa tooru fucks off to argentina and then joins the argentinean national team, and you know what, i think i’ve made it to argentina (not the team just the country). as per the golden rule of dont fucking move until you’re at least two thirds of the way through the month, i only started trying to draw Shit shit on like the 22nd or something, but i was happy with that i created. i am happy with what i’ve done. i’ve posted like 2 things this month that involve people with what i now call ~applied Knowledge~~ and they’re, like, not perfect obviously (perfection is an unattainable ideal), but i’m fucking proud of them. i didn’t spend 5 hours hunched over my laptop adjusting the red line of the devil because it’s not a devil’s line anymore. because i finally sorta get how people work. because i sat down and i said ‘we are not going to fuck with this misery shit anymore’ and then i did that. it’s just a line now.

here are 2 collages tracking my painstakingly carved out progress from january 2nd to february 2nd because i’m a slut for collages

and here’s what i’ve done to my art! the same person drew these but also Not Really! you know! for the first time in a year i don’t immediately hate what i’ve drawn. you know what guys? art is fucking fun. zelda’s forehead doesn’t scare me anymore because i know how foreheads fucking work now, and i don’t know everything, and i’m going to keep troubleshooting stuff as i go (i want to draw a skeleton. like a. i want to draw a goddamn skeleton guys) but i’m honestly and genuinely proud of what i’ve done in the span of a month, and i’m also in disbelief. i started this month-long challenge out as a last ditch effort to make peace with my art because i’ve been tired for a long time and i was ready to kick the bucket on drawing people altogether. i didn’t think anything would happen. nothing’s happened for years. i’ve been miserable for years.

this was the caption for january 1st, 2021. i was super, super fucking embarrassed and it looks like super fucking shit, but you know what, i think i did in fact triumph over the bullshit. surprisingly enough, when you put in consistent effort into something, You Will See Results. didn’t see that coming, did you? i know i didn’t.

this isn’t a success story. it’s a happiness story. i never gave a shit damn about the institute of art or whatever, i was just mad at myself because what i saw in my head didn’t match up with what was on the canvas. and now it’s getting better. now i’m calibrating the compass. now drawing not just backgrounds but also people is exciting to me, and i can stick my links in your face and tell you ‘they hot’. i’m going to keep doing that. i’m going to keep going until i drop off the side of the earth and then spiral towards mars like some kind of fairy, and then i’m going to create something beautiful.

thanks for reading. here’s a pr department link for sticking around until the end

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r0zyp0zy0zy · 3 years

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if it’s okay, can you do prompt 2 with tadashi? something like gf!reader with big tits wears something that accentuates her boobs and he can’t stop looking while they’re hanging out together?

Honeydew and Watermelon

Masterlist

Here you are! I’m not terribly proud of this, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless

Words: 1130+

Warnings: suggestive, reader has big ol’ titties, reader says something gross at the end lol

Ft. Yamaguchi Tadashi x FEM!reader

Summary: Yamaguchi can’t stop looking, no matter how hard he tries

As summer was drawing nearer and nearer, the weather was getting hotter and hotter. As much as the warm sun felt nice on your skin, having burning rays of sunshine beam down on you making you feel like you were melting wasn't very nice. Yamaguchi had been planning a picnic date for the two of you for a couple of weeks, but finally said screw it and decided on an air conditioned local eatery instead.

While it wasn't technically your first date with Yamaguchi, it was your first time going into a restaurant with him. You decided to wear a knee-length summer dress that you haven't worn in awhile, and slipped on some shorts so your thighs wouldn't chafe. The straps that rested on your shoulders hugged comfortably and trailed down into a deep V-neck, showing off your impressive cleavage. Biting your lip, you wondered if it would be too much for a simple place, but ultimately decided that you didn't really give a shit because this dress made you feel amazing.

Yamaguchi had offered a bike ride to the destination, but you had to reject his offer because of the flowy dress you were wearing. Instead, you told him that you'd meet him there by foot, assuring him that he didn't need to bike all the way to your house to accompany you.

You managed to get to the eatery at the same time as Yamaguchi, greeting him with a smile and a wave, "hi!"

"H-hi!" He took off his helmet and ruffled his slightly sweaty hair. "Wh-what, uhm, what are you wearing?"

"Oh, is it too formal?" You swished the skirt of your dress. "I wasn't so sure about it myself."

"No, I just- it looks n-nice on your- you," Tadashi scratched the back of his head and his cheeks reddened. His eyes kept trailing from your eyes down to your chest and you nearly snickered.

The eatery was homey and had nice conditioned air, a contrast from the sweltering heat outside. As you both spoke and ate, Tadashi's eyes would never fail to gaze down at your cleavage at least a couple times each minute, no matter how hard he tried to stop.

"Aren't the melons nice?" You asked teasingly as you ate some honeydew from the fruit dessert platter.

"Uh, what?" Yamaguchi's face turned beet red. "Oh, uh yeah. I l-like the watermelon the best."

"Try some of mine. Sorry, I hogged all the honeydew," you leaned over the table to feed your boyfriend a piece of the sweet fruit using chopsticks. His eyes never left your very exposed cleavage as you leaned closer, giggling when he met your eyes again and blushed harder.

"It's good," Tadashi said as he chewed.

You went to pick up another one for him, but it slipped through the chopsticks and landed right in between your tits.

"Ugh," you groaned in frustration, "now it's all sticky."

Yamaguchi tired his best to look up at the swirling fans on the ceiling, but snuck a few glances at you digging between your boobs to retrieve the cubed piece of melon.

"Got it," you cheered successfully, leaning forward to feed it to him with your fingers this time. "Sorry, hope you don't mind. This is the last one."

Tadashi silently opened his mouth, and it felt as though he was burning up like a match; sparking at the top, with the flame slowly travelling downward until he was scorched completely. His breath hitched as he chewed on the sweet honeydew, keeping a wide-eyed stare on you as he processed that what was in his mouth had been squished between your tits not moments ago. He choked a little at the realization, and he had to keep back tears from falling from his watery eyes.

"You alright, bub?" You asked as he lifted his drink to his lips.

He took a big gulp and nodded, "y-yeah. Just almost went down the wrong pipe..."

Tadashi was dreading having to stand up after this date, and he prayed as hard as he could that the tent in his pants would go away until he got into the comfort of his own room. Honestly, he felt terrible because he was even more of a nervous wreck than he usually was around you, and on top of that he couldn't even tell you to cover up because you can wear what you please and he knows it. He encourages you when you try new styles, so he shouldn't be thinking like that.

Yamaguchi halfheartedly listened as you chatted about your last few days, mindlessly leaning his head on his hand as he intently rested his gaze down to the deep neckline of your dress, wondering how it would feel to lay his head on them. He blushed as he imagined cuddling into your breasts, stuffing his face between your soft tits and perhaps kissing the supple skin if you let him.

"Are my melons really that distracting?"

Tadashi snapped out of his trance, slamming his hand down on the table. His blush consumed his entire face and he blubbered stupidly, "w-wha..?"

"I said, 'weren't the melons really delicious?'" You giggled. "Are you alright? You're all red."

Tadashi sighed heavily and shyly glanced at your e/c eyes before he carefully stacked all of the dirty dishes into manageable piles, "I-it's just..." the boy in front of you squeezed his eyes shut, "I'm so sorry- your dress is just really distracting and I feel awful that I can't stop looking because you're so beautiful and I've been so disrespectful and now I'm ranting and I can't stop because I'm nervous and I—"

"-Tadashi," you cut him off, smiling. "it's ok, I honestly didn't mind that you couldn't keep your eyes off me. You're my boyfriend, after all. You're allowed to look."

Yamaguchi let out a heavy breath, rubbing the blush off of his face, "oh thank god. I thought I was about to get broken up with."

"For looking at my tits?" You teased, grinning when the flush returned on Tadashi's cheeks at your lewd wording. "You're gonna have to try a lot harder to get me to dump you."

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, and you watched as Tadashi awkwardly shuffled and wiggled in his seat. He flashed you a bashful smile when he caught your eye, looking down at the table in embarrassment.

"Sorry... but I don't think I'll be able to walk out of the restaurant with erm, my predicament..." Tadashi blushed harder. "And then I'll have to bike home," Yamaguchi gloomily slapped a hand on his forehead.

"Just think about me having explosive diarrhea, then you'll be good."

"Y/n!!"

#anime #haikyuu!!#hq!!#hq!! x reader #hq!! Yamaguchi #yamaguchi tadashi x reader #yamaguchi tadashi #tadashi yamaguchi #tadashi yamaguchi x reader

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dabisburntsack · 4 years

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False Alarm

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing(s): Shigaraki Tomura x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff !

Synopsis: When your long time gaming partner brings up the topic of May Day you can’t help but romanticise the olden holiday with your ever growing crush on him.

Wordcount: 1784

This is apart of a sfw flower collab done with the bnharem discord server! I loved the prompt for this collab and can’t wait to see how everyones fics turned out!! Special thanks to @pluviophile-imagines for helping my ass through this as I had a mental breakdown٩( ᐛ )و

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

⇾ signifies texting

May Day was a traditional holiday, one you wouldn’t have really heard of had your long time online gaming partner not brought it up in discussion as you fought against him to bring down the zombies on your screen.

“Yeah you pretty much leave a basket full of flowers with different meanings to them hanging on a loved ones door”

“I would have never pegged you for the romantic type” You replied amused.

“I’m- well, I’m... I would never do it-”

“You wouldn’t?”

“Pffft no, of course not”

“Shame, I think it's really romantic!”

The line went quiet, the only audible sound being the cock of guns and explosions going off in the game. You readjusted your mic wondering if he’d cut off when his voice came again; though quieter than the usual responses you would get.

“You think?”

“Yeah! Come onnn, tell me that isn’t the cutest thing ever”

The line paused again for the briefest moment, but when he finally continued speaking the conversation switched back to gameplay as if the short discussion about May Day had never occured. You shrugged and went back to chatting aimlessly about zombies yourself, though a small part of you may have wanted to carry on with the romance talk.

You had known the player ‘Decay_God’ for going on 3 years now and were as close as online friends could be. From what you’d gathered over the years, Tenko worked at a bar and had a shit ton of roommates. Though he constantly went on about how annoying they were, you could tell he cared deeply for them. He was passionate about what he did, whether it be his job (you didn’t know what exactly it was, just that his mood in your games would be whether or not he had received good news from his end) or his game play.

In the beginning, you didn’t really like him or his attitude; both being highly ranked in the gaming community you would constantly butt heads and his childish behaviour of when you would steal a victory off him annoyed you to no end. But as it went on, his temper tantrums died down and once you got to know him, you found his quips and wit to be quite entertaining. Now two years later, you would look forward to getting home from a stressful day at work to endlessly chatter about whatever topic was of the day.

You couldn’t lie, you had garnered a bit of a crush on him.

You didn’t even know what this man looked like. He could be a catfish! An old perverted dude! Hell he could even be a criminal and you’d be none the wiser! Although, if you were being honest with yourself… you couldn’t help but make the obvious connection to a certain infamous villain. One that happened to have pale blue hair and a decaying quirk. Even in personality they seemed interchangeable, from what you had seen on the news he was also akin to throwing childish temper tantrums and scratching at his neck when frustrated (a habit you regularly scolded Tenko for when you heard the telltale sound nails scraping along side the column of his neck.)

Whenever you did think about it though you stopped yourself, come on as if you would be gaming with Shig- no, you weren’t even going to say his name. So they had a few similarities, this was a whole villain compared to your sweet gaming partner. Dumb conspiracy theories aside, you couldn’t help the small flutter of your heart when he would say your name in a teasing manner or when he praised you for a particularly hard kill.

As you logged off for the night you laid your head against the wall your bed was propped next to and stared at the blank ceiling, your mind drifting back to the May Day conversation. A blushing Tenko came to your mind, his face obscured by a large hood, nervously rubbing at the back of his head before handing you a large bouquet of flowers. Your cheeks flushed and you slapped at them to stop yourself from heating up, vanishing the mental image mid thought.

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t as much of a small crush as you wanted it to be.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

After having a three day break, getting ready for work so early in the morning proved more effort than it should have been. Still trying to blink the sleep out of your eyes, you dragged your dazed body to your front door. You checked yourself for your belongings as you unlocked it, but as you took your first step out your foot landed in...ash?

You lifted your shoe to inspect the little decaying bits stuck to it, looking down you realised there was a pile of decayed dust on your doorstep.

You paled.

Instantly you were on high alert, tearing your foot from the contaminated shoe and snapping a picture of the evidence. You placed the shoe in a bag for further examination and bolted your door before texting your boss, the number four hero: Edgeshot.

Having the job of a personal assistant to such a high ranked hero meant you were used to lives being threatened. So far it had never happened to you and although this was small you could never be too sure. With the inside information you had, Edgeshot had always told you to be aware that someone may pull something sooner or later. It wasn’t completely out of the blue.

After seeing your message to your boss had been delivered, you reached out for the metal baseball bat you kept in the storage cupboard under the stairs, your quirk not really suited for defence purposes as it was made for technological aspects.

Checking every nook and cranny of your small apartment you didn’t see anything out of the ordinary and flopped back onto the sofa. Sighing, you ran a hand through your hair before going through your phone, checking the news, any odd sightings, anything you should possibly be alert for.

However crime rates seemed to be low and the only recent stories were from three days ago. Still not having received a text back from Edgeshot, you automatically switched to your messages with Tenko to type out the events of your morning.

I think I just got threatened lol

Instant response.

WHAT?!

If you don’t hear from me in 24 hours call the police :DD

Y/N

Ok okaY, damn you’re such a buzzkill

There was a pile of ash on my doorstep this morning, with my work you know I can never be too careful

I’m fine though, I already told my boss

You waited as three dots appeared signifying he was typing but after a while they stopped. You furrowed your brows as they started up and stopped multiple times. After a full five minutes (during which time you grew bored and changed apps) a ping popped up.

With how long he had taken to type you were expecting a lengthy paragraph, what you weren’t expecting was a simple:

Oh? That’s all?

Yeah

You placed down your phone before another ping sounded out.

Are you sure they weren’t flowers

How the hell did you come to that conclusion

The typing ceased once more and you were left to your thoughts. What the hell did he mean by that? How did he come up with flowers out of all things like-

May Day?

You leapt from your seat, stumbling to look at the calendar attached to your kitchen wall, scanning the dates crossed off before turning the page and realising it was indeed the first of May. It surely couldn’t be a coincidence Tenko had brought up the holiday just yesterday. So he’d brought you flowers, because you said it was romantic… and he’d… dusted them. Dusted them, with his quirk, because he was…

Tenko could not be Shigaraki Tomura.

You did not have a crush on Shigaraki fucking Tomura.

Luckily at that moment the chime of your phone's ringtone going off distracted you. Looking at the caller ID you breathed a sigh of relief to see that it was Edgeshot. You could finally get to the bottom of this instead of drawing up ridiculous conclusions.

Edgeshot’s calm voice came through the other end of the line, stern but familiar. It seemed you’d been right to take the situation seriously, or so he assured you. But even as he talked to you, asking if you’d seen anything or if there was any other evidence of someone watching you, you couldn’t shake the feeling that it hadn’t meant anything at all.

Of course, if your gut instinct was right and you’d been gaming (and falling for) Shigaraki Tomura for three whole years and he’d been trying to romance you then that was. Definitely something. You just weren’t entirely sure what that something was.

You’d been talking to Edgeshot for nearly two hours when a knock sounded on your front door. Had he come by? What was the point of ringing, then? And wouldn’t he have told you?

You made your way over to the door and opened it expecting the sight of your boss, but instead you were met with a large bouquet of flowers perched on your doorstep. You looked up just in time to see a mess of unruly blue hair tucked into a black hoodie turning rapidly round the corner.

“False alarm,” you said quickly, ending the call on pure impulse and making a dash after the stranger.

You weren’t entirely sure what the plan was. It seemed more and more likely that you were right with each new development. What were you going to do if your gamer buddy really was an S-rank villain? Would you still be interested? Would he? He’d gone through the trouble of getting you flowers not just once but twice, and honestly… the idea that he’d been so nervous the first time was kind of endearing.

That was a cute image, him standing at your door, so worried that he didn’t even notice he’d dusted the flowers in his hand as he set them down, probably running away quickly so you wouldn’t see him.

You reached out to grab the sleeve of your fleeing visitor and as they whirled round your suspicion after all this time was proven correct. You were speaking the moment his eyes met yours, all hesitation suddenly gone.

“You can’t just leave me flowers and run off like that, what if I thought it was another threat?”

Shigaraki’s scarlet eyes widened as they met your own.

“Hey Tenko” you grinned.

#sanaa writes #bnha x reader #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki fluff #boku no hero academia #bnha #bnha imagines #league of villains #league of villians x reader #my hero academia #mha #mha imagines #mha x reader #shigaraki x y/n #bnharem #bnharem collab

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pies-writes-and-more · 4 years

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accidentally ruining relationships

Word Count: 3,851

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: a very stupid Bucky? some terrible humour by yours truly? lol all fluff though I promise

A/N: PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK ON ANY SITES WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! (Reblogs are totally okay!) Look at me posting a WIP that’s been sitting in my drafts for literally forever haha. I hope you guys like it, I love these two idiots so much <3

(Not my gfif, creds to the original creator!!)

Y/N groaned, lying on her stomach and pushing herself into the pillow beneath her, burrowing her face into the fabric in hopes that she could suffocate herself and be done with this world.

“Doll, it’s okay. Breakups happen. I’m sorry I wasn’t here when it happened.” Bucky apologized, rubbing his hand against her back from where he sat next to her on the bed. He had just come back after a three month long international mission, only to find out that a few days he had gone off comms, Y/N and her recent boyfriend had broken up. The soldier moved his hand move to her hair, playing with a few strands like he usually did when she was in need of some calming energy . “I thought you were thinking about breaking up with him anyways.”

“I was,” Y/N frowned tightly, pulling her face from the pillow and looking back over her shoulder at her friend. “That’s not why I’m upset.” She sighed as she thought about it for a moment, wishing that talking about these things didn’t make her feel so frustrated again. Over the last few months, she had been healing, getting over the typical breakup feelings, but she knew that deep down, this relationship had been all fake anyways.

Bucky waited for a moment with raised eyebrows as Y/N moped further into her pillow. “So… why are you upset?” He finally asked after she didn’t continue.

Y/N huffed and pushed herself up off the bed, sitting up to look at him, “The problem is I expected to feel something... he broke up with me in the worst way, over a fucking phone call, and I feel nothing!”

Bucky blinked, watching as she whined and fell back into his bed. “And... that’s... bad.” Bucky responded slowly, attempting to catch up in her thoughts.

“Yes!” She exclaimed, her bottom lip pulling into a small pout. “It means that I just spent months of my life with this guy who literally made me feel nothing.”

Bucky thought about it for a moment before lying down next to her. “I mean it only happened a few weeks ago. Maybe you’ll feel it later.” He suggested, nudging her playfully.

“Maybe,” (Y/N) murmured, though she knew she wouldn’t. It had been a long time since she felt anything towards her now ex-boyfriend. Or anyone else really, and she had known this even before she met the newest ex. She had tried to bury it, tried to deny it, but it always came back the same way. She was in love with someone else.

The two laid in silence for a while, until Y/N’s fingers clicked onto her phone screen and found a playlist called ‘For the Brokenhearted’. Soon, soft melodies floated in the air, lyrics that made Y/N’s heartstrings feel numb. She felt guilty that she felt nothing, felt upset that there was nothing left over.

“Bucky?” Y/N asked after a while, glancing over at him. After the months he had just gone through, Y/N knew that he was probably sleep-deprived and mentally and physically exhausted, so she wasn’t surprised at all to find his eyes closed. But since there wasn’t his usual falling-asleep twitch in his leg, she knew he was awake.

“Mm?” The sound made Y/N’s lips turn into a small smile, watching the flutter of his eyelashes.

“Have you ever been in love?”

Such a simple question and yet, Bucky felt like he had just been smacked in the stomach, as if all the breath had just been knocked out of him. “S-Sorry what? Me?” His eyes opened to look at her, gazing at her thoughtful expression.

“Yeah,” (Y/N) nibbled on her inner cheek, a nervous habit of hers that Bucky had started noticing the first day they met. “Like heart skipped a beat, smile at the mention of their name, cheeks rosy when they look at you, giggles in your throat kind of in love,” Her voice was lofty, matching her head-in-the-clouds sort of facial expression.

Bucky scratched his head slightly, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to understand why she was asking, “That… sounds super specific,” he commented slowly, but he knew exactly what she was talking about. He had felt all that and more, starting the very moment he had met her, how could he not?

“I’m scared it doesn’t exist... every time I think I’m in love, it doesn’t work out. I feel flutters with someone and I think hey maybe these are the right kinds of butterflies in my stomach but it turns out I was just looking for something that wasn’t even there,” She sighed, turning onto her side so she was facing him and taking his hand, her fingers playing with his. “I don’t want the next guy I think I’m in love with to turn out to be an ass too. What if I think he’s this super amazing guy, like all the others, and it turns out he’s the worst person I could ever be with?”

Bucky thought for a moment and turned his head to watch her. “One day, you’re going to find some super cool, awesome guy who’s going to treat you like the queen you are, doll. You’ll know it when you’re with him… it’s like magic. Or a puzzle piece. You’ve got to find the person who fits you and your heart just right. Can’t just shove some other piece because it just wont work. But when you find them… it’ll just click.”

There was a pause filled with a sort of tender love in the air, coming from the romance that filled Bucky’s voice as he talked. Y/N watched his eyes sparkle and they shared a gaze for just a moment that made Y/N’s insides turn.

“But until then, you and I can hang out and gossip,” Bucky added in playfully, a smirk on his lips.

Y/N smiled, eyes dropping nervously away from his his but they kept falling t o his lips, as if unable to stop herself from investigating those incredibly kissable lips, “I don’t know how I’d live without you, Bucks.”

He grinned hearing those words, hoping she couldn’t feel his heart racing, “Well lucky for you, you’ll never have to.”

“Until some girl comes and sweeps you away from me,” she tried to laugh, tried to make that smile on her face as genuine as possible because he deserved to be happy. She wanted him to be happy. Somehow, not one single girl that had crossed paths with Bucky had seemed to catch his eye, all of them absolutely stunning. If they couldn’t make Sergeant Barnes swoon, the kind of woman that would must be out of this world incredible.

“Awh come on, no one’s going to be taking me away from you. Not anytime soon.” Bucky’s shoulders gave a simple shrug as his eyes started to close blissfully again, not noting the sadness growing in Y/N’s eyes as she thought about the kind of woman that could make Bucky Barnes feel the way that she herself felt about him.

For just a moment, Y/N watched as he breathed quietly. Her eyes admired every freckle, every piece of hair, every little part of him that she could. She could very much be in love with this idea of something she didn’t know, something new, she was aware of that. She had been so scared that she was just falling in love with Bucky because her relationship didn’t work out and she found solace and comfort with him.

But it wasn’t just because of this asshole breaking up with her. The more she thought about how she felt about Bucky, the more she thought about how often she had waved the idea away with I’m not good enough for him… but that wasn’t really saying she didn’t like him.

And there was more than just what he was like with her. She loved the moments he thought no one was watching, the way he smiled seeing families play together at the park, the immediate need to help someone when they needed it, like that time he had brought home a litter of abandoned kittens.

There was just something about him.

“You’re staring,” Bucky’s voice and cocky smirk broke her out of her thoughts, his eyes not even bothering to open.

“Can’t help it, you’re far too gorgeous,” (Y/N) shot back, hoping her playful tone would hide her true feelings as she quickly turned to her phone to find more music. She begged the universe to keep his eyes shut, hoping he wouldn’t notice how nervous she got all of a sudden.

Bucky peeked an eye open at her words, smirking slightly, “Says the most perfect girl in the universe,” he tested. He just wanted to see that smile once more.

And there it was. Her lips turned into a bashful smile, her lower body squirming shyly. Bucky closed his eyes again, smiling as he saved the picture of it in his mind somewhere.

He felt her shift on the bed and suddenly there was a weight on him. He opened up his eyes to see her straddling his waist, staring at him. “Oh I’m sorry, did I wake you?” She teased, the playfulness in her eyes sparkling.

Bucky swallowed hard, feeling a deep lust for her itching inside of him. His thoughts wandered off for a moment, imagining different scenarios in which she was straddling him. “Nah, can’t fall asleep. Gotta watch after you and that broken heart of yours,” he finally managed out with a smile.

He watched as she slowly leaned down towards him, her eyes hiding a curiosity behind them as they followed his facial expressions. Their faces were so close at this point, Bucky couldn’t help but think about kissing her. Showing her that no other guy she’s dated was worth her.

Y/N moved some hair out of her face as she continued to examine his expression, his eyes, his lips. She couldn’t tell what had come over her, where this confidence had come from, but here she was, closing in the distance between their lips. Bucky’s eyes saw her gaze flicker towards his lips and the back to his eyes. Were they thinking the same thing?

“AND THEN WHAT?” Sam asked with wide eyes, watching as Bucky paced up and down his room. He was at the very edge of his seat, as if Bucky was retelling the most dramatic story of a lifetime (which he was)

“And then nothing!” Bucky groaned, shaking his head. He let out a sound of frustration, kicking at the air.

“What do you mean nothing? Sounds like she wanted to kiss you.” Steve’s eyebrow raised in confusion, leaning back into the couch he and Sam were sitting on.

Bucky sighed and after a moment, he finally threw himself onto a nearby chair, “I couldn’t do it, Stevie. She just went through a breakup. How is that fair of me to take advantage of her feelings like that?”

“I mean, you could’ve been her rebound.” Sam offered. “And then she just so happens to fall in love with you. You two get married, have kids, be disgustingly adorable-”

“That just sounds like I’m using her emotions to my advantage. She deserves better than that.” Bucky sighed, putting his head in his hands. “That was my one chance, wasn’t it?” He moped.

“Bud, everyone can see that you like each other. There’ll definitely be another time for it. Maybe when she’s not dealing with a breakup,” Steve nudged his friend, attempting to be comforting. “It’s only been a few weeks, give it some time.”

“I mean to be fair though, maybe that was her trying to tell you that she likes you and when you didn’t kiss her, she took it as you not liking her. I mean she did make the first move,” Sam thought out loud. Steve grabbed the pillow seated next to him and swung it out right beside him, hitting Sam smack in the face, glaring at the now laughing Sam Wilson as Bucky let out a whine.

“Dammit!” The dark haired soldier yelled out, his voice echoing into the room, thinking through his options. “The hell do I do now?”

“Well what happened after you didn’t kiss her?” Steve asked as Bucky hit his head against the back of the chair frustratedly.

Bucky sighed and looked over at him, “She just smiled kinda sadly and said she wanted to go talk to the girls or something.”

“Okay so why don’t you ask her if she wants to go get some snacks or something from the grocery store. Do that movie date thing you guys normally do.” Steve shrugged, not at all worried by the situation. He had seen the lovey-dovey glances these two sent each other all the time, and to be honest, he was getting so sick of it. It frequently disturbed meetings, ruined plans on missions, and right now, it was ruining what was supposed to be a peaceful Sunday night. With his luck, this would continue for a long time, so there was so need for his best friend to be worried.

Before Bucky could decide if it was a good plan, there was a knock on the door and Y/N peered in. “Bucks?” She blinked, surprised to see the three men sitting around and Bucky looking depressed. “Sorry, am I interrupting?”

“Not at all,” Sam smirked. “Sorry to hear about Johnny...Mark...Marcus?” He offered, stretching his mind.

“Tommy.” Y/N responded with a laugh.

“Right, Tommy... the... doctor?”

“Dentist,” Y/N laughed, raising an eyebrow in his direction. “Seems like you put in so much effort to remember my dates, Wilson,” she teased.

“What can I say, I just don’t think they’re that memorable compared to other guys,” Sam grinned, wiggling his eyebrows in Bucky’s direction when she wasn’t looking. “Well, sorry anyway,” Sam added in with a smile.

“Aw, don’t be sorry,” (Y/N) shrugged, sighing as she let her thoughts lead her words, “Any boy who breaks up with me over working here, isn’t really worth it.” The words spilled out before she could stop herself, smiling brightly until she noticed all the boys turning to look at her with wide eyes. “What?”

“He broke up with you because you work with the Avengers?” Steve frowned tightly. “What’s wrong with working with us? Did we do something? Is he one of those guys that doesn’t like us?”

“O-Oh-” (Y/N)’s eyes widened, “U-Um like, partially because I work with you guys.”

“Who the hell doesn’t like the Avengers?” Sam scoffed. “What’s so wrong with working here?”

“I-It wasn’t so much working with you guys as it was... you know...living with you.” Y/N admitted nervously, avoiding Bucky’s gaze as she desperately tried to put out a fire she started but only really making things worse. He stared at her hard and she knew it was because he was surprised she hadn’t told him this earlier.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Bucky’s voice was quiet but it sent a little shiver down Y/N’s spine. Sam and Steve shared a look, attempting to sink back into their seats, twiddling their thumbs.

“It’s not really that important,” Y/N told him quickly. “He just...got jealous that I’d be hanging around you guys and that I’m always with you and that I talk about you all the time and-”

“So it wasn’t so much the Avengers he was jealous of, but...Bucky?” Sam sat up straight as he spoke up, trying to contain the smirk on his face but it was hard. He didn’t need any clearer sign than that that these two were pining after each other - even Y/N’s idiot ex boyfriend could see that. Bucky’s face lit up like a tomato, which made it harder for Sam to contain any laughter.

“I-I mean...” Y/N scattered for a good excuse. Tommy had hated her relationship with Bucky and always felt like he came second to him... he wasn’t wrong.

“Did I do something?” Bucky asked nervously, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to come between you and your relationship-”

“No no!” Y/N burst out, shaking her head, “Please don’t think like that. It’s not like this is the first time it’s happened!” She laughed nervously, but the boys were still staring at her. Goddammit, stop talking! she begged herself, letting out a quiet groan when she realized what she had admitted.

Bucky’s heart was falling. So he had been the reason for all those nights she cried and wondered if she’d ever find love? “It’s happened before?” Bucky asked slowly, shoulders falling. “Fuck, how many of your relationships have I ruined?”

“Bucky-” Y/N started.

“I think this is our cue to leave,” Sam mumbled, nudging Steve’s arm. The two of them patted (Y/N) on the back before sliding out, Sam sending Bucky a supportive grin and a thumbs up before closing the door behind him.

“How many?” Bucky asked again, standing up stiffly.

“What?”

“How many times have I ruined a relationship with a person you really liked?”

Y/N swallowed hard, her mind racing as she tried to find the words to explain what it had all been about, “Bucky please, it’s not what you think-”

“Not what I think? You’ve been in and out of flings and relationships this whole time and now you’re telling me that this isn’t the first one to end because of me? What did I do? Is it because I’m around you lots?” Bucky looked angry and desperate for answers. Y/N’s heart broke seeing him like this, unsure of how to explain.

“B-Bucky, please, let me explain-”

“Damn, what kind of friend am I to be in the way of all your relationships? How could you not tell me? You could’ve told me to back off or something! How many of them did you actually like and I fucked it up?” Bucky ranted, his voice raising.

“Bucky stop!” Y/N yelled, eyes desperately following him. “I-It’s not like that. It’s not just because we’re always together. These guys just get jealous and...and...” Y/N swallowed hard, trying to figure out what to say. Was now a good time to admit all the feelings that were bottled up?

“Jealous of what? Of how you spend time with me here? Of how you take care of me? Is it because of who I was? Because of what I did?” Bucky pleaded, begging for answers. Why wouldn’t she just tell him the truth? “All those nights you spent in my room, crying over boys, and it turns out it was just my fault all along-?”

“Bucky Barnes, it’s because I’m in love with you!” (Y/N) yelled out, a desperate attempt to pull him out of spiralling.

Bucky’s eyes shot over to her, wide as he processed her outburst. There was a dead silence as the two of them stared at each other.

“You what?” His voice was barely louder than a whisper.

Y/N sucked in air, heart pounding against her chest. There was no turning back now. “I-I’m in love with you, Bucks... and they all knew it. I tried to play it off as them just being jealous of my best friend being a guy but... I’ve always known I was in love with you. Even the girls knew,” she sighed, thinking about how Nat and Wanda were so relieved to finally hear Y/N admit she may have feelings for the soldier.

Bucky suddenly felt incredibly lightheaded. He searched her expression for any sort of sign that she was lying, but she sounded so genuine. “Y-You can’t,” he told her softly. “Not me.”

(Y/N) felt defeated, her heart was falling every second, “Because you don’t love me back,” She stated softly and Bucky’s eyes looked like they would pop out of his head.

“No! Of course I’m in love with you, doll, who the hell wouldn’t be?” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. His shoulders fell from his normally straight posture, eyes dropping to the floor. “My heart’s been yours since the first time you smiled at me. But what could I give you? I’m an old man, I don’t understand anything you grew up with, anything we’re going through right now. Not to mention the obvious,” he scoffed, closing his eyes slightly. “I couldn’t live with myself if one day I snapped back and you were scared of me.”

(Y/N)’s heart was in turmoil. On one hand, he had just admitted he loved her too. Her heart soared at the thought of them being in love, at having a chance to be with her best friend. And then it fell. Bucky was stepping away from her, as if distancing himself would do anything. “I can take care of myself,” she said firmly, frowning at him. “Do you really love me?”

Bucky looked at her with a sad smile, moving to sit on the armrest of the couch. “With everything this broken body has.”

“Then kiss me,” she demanded, surprising herself with how confident the bold statement sounded.

Bucky stared at her for a moment, his fears and his feelings mixing together. He was in such turmoil, watching as she stepped closer moving to stand between his legs. “Doll, I-”

“Do you not want to?” She asked quietly, watching his eyes. She needed to know how those lips felt on hers, if the spark that she had fantasized about was real.

“Of course I want to-” He insisted, searching her earnest eyes. “But what if-”

“Then kiss me, Sergeant.”

Bucky watched her for a moment, deciding that this was the one moment that he got. Steve told him that he deserved to be happy, especially after everything that happened. Did he? Did Bucky Barnes, a trained assassin that became a murdering tool deserve to be happy? He stared at this woman standing in front of him, a glow on her skin after such a passionate confession, eyes fiery with confidence and demand.

“Fuck,” Bucky muttered to himself. He stood up swiftly, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her to him. And he did it. He kissed her. His lips eagerly pressed against hers, her arms finding their way around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer.

It was everything the two of them had dreamed of and more. Y/N thought about all those people who said you know it’s love when there’s sparks flying. The comical idea of fireworks off in the background played in her head as his lips moved along hers. It was magical, it was fantastic, it was everything.

The two pulled apart for a moment, eyes fluttering open to see each other, to make sure that this wasn’t just a dream, “I really really like you, Bucky Barnes,” Y/N whispered against his lips, pecking them again gently.

Bucky smiled, brushing her hair from her face as he tried to bring himself back to earth. There was no way a girl like this wasn’t an angel, he had to have been brought to Heaven or some etherial plane,“I really really really like you too, Y/N Y/L/N.”

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Imagine PRT TWO:

Erik walks in on his homeboys sister stepping out of the shower and she is embarrassed/ has a huge crush on him.

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“So...you’ve always wanted me to see you naked?”

Yara toyed with a lock of hair, “Yeah...” she spoke with her voice barely above a whisper.

“You shouldn’t talk like that, little Yara, you’ll get yourself in trouble.”

Shivers...deep, bone aching shivers is what she felt coursing through her body. The white cotton towel that barely fit around her hourglass frame was begging to be freed. It was dark. The only light source was coming from her bedroom window. Whatever was going on below on Telegraph Ave; passing cars, other buildings lit up, and lampposts, all shown through her windows with open sheer white curtains, the light gently weaving its way through the open blinds.

“Little Yara,” He spoke with a hushed tone, “I know this is something you’ve been waiting on but Mike will be back any second now, you gotta move at a faster pace than that, girl,” Erik spoke, his eyes darting towards the closed bedroom door then back at her.

“Do I look little, Erik?” Yara questions, turning away from Erik to focus on a poster on her wall while both of her shaking hands release the towel, the semi damp cotton pooling around her feet.

“Fuck no,” Erik spoke with a deep, alluring tone, “Ain’t shit little on you...can’t wait to get up in that pussy.”

He wasn’t about to play with Yara. He asked her on that couch if she was sure because he didn’t like playing games when it came down to laying that good pipe. She wants some of that D, she gotta be a big girl and take whatever he gives her. That intrigued and frightened Yara at the same time. Sure, she had sex with a few dudes who weren’t exactly exclusives in her life. The dick was good, it kept her pussy wet, kept her wanting more sex but with Erik, Yara heard the stories about him from high school and around the neighborhood.

“Aight, girl, go lay out on the bed for me,” He says while removing his Raiders bomber jacket and now his simple white V-neck tee. This is Erik 2.0, muscles beyond what Yara had imagined when he was wearing his shirt and jacket. All of that sexy bulk hidden beneath that fabric. His skin looked so smooth and unblemished, even with the tiny raised scarification that littered his pectorals and arms. His torso was bare but from the look of the scars, they will occupy that area soon.

“C’mere,” Erik spoke with a gruff tone, picking Yara up and stunning her further. While kissing her soft lips, Erik dropped Yara down onto her bed, Yara bouncing before righting herself by planting both of her hands on the bed, bringing her feet up and without even realizing, causing her thighs to spread wide. Erik could see a little bit of her fat pussy but not everything he wanted.

“Where is your light switch?” He asked impatiently.

“Where light switches usually be,” Yara smart mouthed.

Erik walked to her door, finding the light on the wall right next to it, “Still got that smart ass mouth on you...back then I could only argue back...now...I’m just gonna fuck the shit outta you, see if you got something smart to say then.”

The lights go on, so bright and detecting that Yara felt completely exposed. She went silent, her knees to her chest and her thigh meat so juicy that it hid her pussy from his view. Erik watched her reaction to her room now being well lit while kicking off his jeans and socks. He’s only in his briefs now and from that alone Yara clenched up.

“You Gon’ see it, just lay back and spread your legs for me, little Yara,” Erik says while walking up to her.

She did as she was told, laying back against her bed, her thighs still closed. The last time she saw Erik in a pair of briefs was years ago when he was about eighteen. He was changing his clothes in Micheal’s bedroom and the door was cracked. She peeked through the crack of the door at the exact moment Erik was changing out of his prom suit and into a relaxed fit for the senior prom after party. He was so slim back then. Looking at him now, he’s 27 years old and more of a man physically and mentally than he ever was at 18. She was excited and nervous all wrapped into one enormous gift.

“I said spread your fuckin’ thighs too, didnt I?”

“Yeah,” She says, spreading them but placing her hand over her pussy. Erik blew air out his nose while shaking his head.

“Little Yara…” Erik yanks her hand away, reaching his hands out to push her thighs back with a firm grip to keep her pussy spread open. Erik stared at her pussy with unblinking eyes before getting down on his knees. She waited while trying to keep her breathing under control but his silence and her pussy being wide open in his face made her anxious.

“Now that is beautiful...that chocolate and pink go good together.”

The nastiness of his words and the desire in his voice has Yara lifting her head from the bed to stare at him from in between her thighs. He was studying her pussy like a famous Picasso painting. Erik’s thick fingers had her outer pussy lips pushed to the side so that he could look at her clit, inner folds, and tight canal.

“Nice, fat, juicy pussy, little Yara.”

“I’m not little…” she spoke with a low voice.

“You’re little until I see for myself how you take a big dick, so you can kill that girl.”

“Fuck,” Yara says when Erik’s thumb swipes her clit.

“You carry all this phat pussy around?” He asks while constantly circulating his thumb around her clit to make it more stiff.

“Yes,” she replied simply, only because she couldn’t fight the moans leaving her mouth.

“If Daddy slides his tongue up and down this yummy looking pussy you gon’ cum on my tongue like a good girl?”

Yara rapidly nods her head, “Uhuh, yes.”

“If Daddy slides between your thighs and fuck your hot, wet pussy you gon’ be a good girl and take it?”

“Unh, Yes-

“You better, otherwise you won’t be big Yara, just little Yara,” he teases, “Mhm, you’re ready to get busy, pussy was looking real tasty bent over that tub let me see if it’s true…”

Erik starts licking Yara’s outer pussy lips before allowing his saliva to drip to the tip of his tongue, making the shape of it flat before further moistening Yara’s inner folds and clit. Erik’s flat tongue hooked under her clit, before moving up and down, tracing it over her labia and then right over her clit and back down. Oh, she was engorged down there; erect clit and labia so sensitive from that action alone.

“Oh, my God,” Yara’s hips would jerk each time he licked her. It was so generous the way he did it, never missing all the spots that made Yara go crazy. His tongue was making sweet love to her pussy and damn did she want to cum in his mouth. Erik stops, Yara sighing with frustration. He climbs further up her body, kissing her body along the way before taking the time to suck on her nipples.

“Fuck, Erik,” She still couldn’t believe that this is her brother’s bestfriend feasting on her, “That shit is so good…”

He took his tongue, licked around her large, dark areolas in a circular motion until his tongue reached the center; her nipple. At this point, the skin of her areolas had wrinkled like she was out in the cold from Erik’s tongue, her nipples pointy, hard, and suckable. That must have been a technique of his because her nipples are so damn hard if she touched them they wouldn’t move. When Erik’s lush lips wrapped around her right nipple, his eyes peeked through his lashes at her while he sucked causing Yara to gasp.

“Mmmm, yes,” She didn’t realize nipple sucking could be so intense, “Erik, yes, keep doing that.”

He moved on to her left nipple, doing the same exact thing while keeping her right nipple nice and hard with his thumb so that he could go back to it and suck some more. She felt tingles throughout her body. Yara would purposely move her body so that her breast would fall from Erik’s mouth so he could follow her movements and catch it in his mouth again. That shit has her clit jumping. It had him so impatient that he takes both of his large hands, squeezing her large breasts, before sucking her nipples back and forth. Not one breast got more attention over the other. Each one got a good suck, lick, and nibble.

“Erik, damn, you got my pussy wet as fuck,” Yara bites her lip, a hand on the back of his head and her thighs squeezing his waist, “That long, thick tongue and those juicy ass lips...damn, you got my titties feeling so good right now.”

Erik’s lips slowly release her right nipple, “These hard ass nipples on my tongue...got me feeling good too, dick is harder than a motherfucker.”

“Put your lips on my pussy again like you did,” Yara shimmied her hips, moving her body further up the bed so that her pussy was in his face again, “Look what you just did to my pussy, Erik,” she wines.

“That phat motherfucker is ready, ready...Mr. king daughter is a freak.”

“Yara giggles,” what my Dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“Oooh, I like that.” Erik gave Yara all of his thick tongue and lips. He was french kissing her pussy, delivering licks and sucks at the same time. She just laid back, her fingers twirling her still hard nipples while Erik devoured her beautiful pussy. Yara’s wet pussy was slipping and sliding against Erik’s tongue.

“Got my face buried in this sweet little pussy...this what you dreamed about the night you kissed me?”

Was he reading her mind while making her moan with his skilled tongue? She definitely did dream about him catching her in bed rubbing her clit with his name rolling off of her tongue. She surely did envision him tiptoeing in, closing her door shut softly, and sneaking up on her. She could picture it now while he sucked on her clit, his hand pushing her hand away and replacing it with his mouth. The startled feeling she felt in her dream, Yara could feel that when she woke up the next morning. Her pajama shorts were soaked between her legs. What Erik didn’t know about Yara was that even though she was a virgin, she sucked a high school friend turned boyfriend's dick, just so she could get a taste of something sexual without getting her walls broken in. Erik left her horny and curious for sex.

“You wanted me to eat this sweet young pussy that night, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Yara found herself saying. She never called another guy daddy but Erik deserved that title.

“You had on that little skirt too,” Erik sucks on two fingers, bringing them down so he can finger-fuck her, “wish I stuck my head up your skirt and ate this pussy?”

“Fuck yes,” Yara’s head went back, “Fuck...you’re stuffing me.”

“This ain’t nothing…” Erik’s fingers played around with her G-spot, “you wanna know how I would have eaten that pussy?”

Erik was playing into her fantasy. This entire situation was risky as fuck because Micheal could walk into that apartment at any moment and wonder where Erik was. Both Erik and Yara knew that Micheal could be long-winded but still, she knew they weren’t supposed to be doing this, and that made it even more exciting. Yara replies with a Mhm while Erik’s fingers slid in and out of her now creamy pussy.

“I would have made you stand up with your hands pressed against the wall, your ass pushed out towards my face while I run my tongue in and out of both of your holes.”

“That’s so sexy,” Yara moaned softly when Erik’s lips were back on her clit with his fingers still inside of her, “I wouldn’t be able to hide my moans...my dad would have heard everything…” Yara giggles then gasps from Erik sucking on her clit. She was about to cum, she could tell with how sensitive and tingling her clit became with each suck and thrust of his fingers.

“Then Mr. King would know how much of a slut his daughter is,” Erik added some tongue into the mix, Yara’s back bending from the sensation.

The intensity of Erik’s motions reached a high point and now Yara is convulsing, releasing her cum all over Erik’s fingers. With his fingers still inside of her, Erik uses his tongue to clean her off everywhere else. Yara almost forgot how exciting and satisfying it felt to cum. Erik’s fingers slide out and instead of sucking her off of his fingers, he brings them to her mouth for her to do it. Yara opened her mouth graciously, Erik’s fingers running up and down her tongue. Yara’s lips wrapped around his fingers to suck them clean. She tasted sweet with a bit of tang.

“That shit is good, ain’t it? Bet this is how you clean yourself off you nasty girl,” Erik’s hand grabs the back of Yara’s head, pulling her in so that he could kiss her. Her taste was still on his tongue. His lips overpowered hers but that didn’t stop Yara from keeping up with him. She would suck all on his lips with each kiss, practically bruising them in the process. He’s a sloppy kisser, not sloppy as in unpleasant. He knows how to kiss that’s for damn sure, he just likes to leave his mark by adding extra saliva to the mix. Yara’s chin was covered in it the more her body felt dizzy and unsteady from his kisses.

“Touch what I’m beating this puss up with,” He spoke against her lips. Yara’s hand went down between his legs, grabbing him through his boxers. She wanted to scream a giant YES to the ceiling. That big black dick in her hand was so electrifying for her. Just stroking him through his boxers while they kissed made her mouth water and her opening twitch.

“After you get this dick, little Yara, you won’t want dick from any other nigga.”

She believed it. Yara wanted to see how he looked now. Feeling it already has her in a puddle of her own juices, there is no telling how much more drenched she will be when she gets that dick in her mouth and in her guts. Was this really happening? Was she really about to suck her brother's best friend's dick? Was she really about to fuck her brother’s best friend? Yara slips her hand inside of Erik’s briefs, her fingers stroking past his groomed pubic hair before wrapping around his abundant shaft. She just held his length in her hand in full disbelief that she is touching his dick.

“How bad do you wanna get that throat fucked right now?”

“Really bad,” Yara says with a whisper as if Mike were in the next room, “I won’t hesitate to put it in my mouth, daddy, I wanna make you feel so fucking good.”

“Show me, don’t tell me, little Yara.” Erik went flat on his back, Yara’s eyes falling to the big tent in the front of his briefs. She gets on her knees, taking both of her hands to pull his briefs down. When she did, Yara smiled before biting her lip. Yara grabs him up fully, his long, beautiful black dick standing straight up in her face all nice and hard. Yara still has the T-shirt around her hair to soak up the water so she didn’t need to tie her hair up like she usually did. Leaning forward, Yara licks the tip of Erik’s dick, unable to hide the smile on her face.

“After I had that dream about you, I asked this guy I graduated with if I could come over to...you know...suck his dick,” Yara looks over at Erik while taking him into her warm, little mouth. Erik’s eyes closed one after the other while a deep, satisfying moan escaped his mouth.

“Goddamn girl, that dream had you going out to suck some dick?” He couldn’t keep his eyes open for a second with the way Yara was sucking on the tip of his dick while jerking his shaft with a twist of her wrist.

“Mhm,” She hummed, concentrating with all her energy on sucking his dick up, showing Erik her skills. With each suck, Erik’s dick seemed to wake up more and more. She was sucking on a master level that Erik had never experienced from another woman. Her lips were a weapon of mass destruction. Now, Yara’s hands were on the bed and she was sucking Erik’s dick with just the strength of her jaws.

“Do that shit girl, I needed this shit right here,” Erik sat up on one elbow, reaching out with his other hand to pull the T-shirt from around her hair so that he could pull on it, “I love how you suck dick, Yara, who taught you this?”

She didn’t respond, too busy trying to slobber all over his dick. She wasn’t about to stop especially when something she thought about doing for a long time was finally happening for her and making her gobble. She was sucking his long, heavy dick so deep her lips almost touched his balls.

“Your lips were made to suck dick that’s why you do it with so much passion...you ain’t even gotta tell me.”

Erik needed her to know how good she was making him feel. Erik strokes her damp hair back, while trying to keep it together from the way Yara’s lips tightly suctioned his dick. This girl was inhaling his dick, moaning, blinking her eyes at him like she wasn’t currently sucking a fat black dick. He was afraid to bust a nut now, wondering if his cum would shoot out of her nose with how deep she was taking him. No wonder why she kept telling him she isn’t little. Yara’s hand grabbing Erik’s balls had him sitting up fully now. She didn’t warn him, just grabbed his nuts in her hand and started stroking them to life. They grew tight in her hand the more she stroked and she did all of this while still sucking his dick. Yara enjoyed sucking dick since the first time it happened for her after the wet dream she had about Erik. She especially loves the reactions he gave her whenever she sucked his dick or tugged gently on his balls. The throbbing of his dick, the stiffness of his body, the look on his face, his moans, the way he pulled on her hair.

“You got this dick all in your throat, that’s a good girl, I love a bitch who can throat this dick.” She took that as a badge of honor, aiming to milk his dick like the nasty little bitch she is.

“swallow your whole dick when you cum or just keep suckin’ on the head?”

“Do whatever you want girl, I don’t care, as long as you suck on this dick like you been doing it doesn't matter to me.”

She knew that Erik was shocked beyond words at seeing Yara sucking his dick like that. He had no clue she was this freaky. Why didn’t he come back to town sooner? He could have experienced this killer head months ago. He was cumming and Yara didn’t stop to take a breath. At this point she could feel his dick thickening in her mouth. With a guttural groan, Erik finally gives Yara what she worked so hard for. The force of his cum pushing out of his beautiful tool into her wanting mouth, passing into her throat and down into her tummy had her love that dick like he was her man.

“Fuck, you drained my shit, you really missed me,” Erik’s dick was twitching in her hand, “Bend over on this bed, I’m tryna see what that pussy do now.”

Yara bends over the bed, her back making a crescent moon shape. Erik stood from the bed behind Yara, pulling her by her hips so that she was closer to the edge of the bed. He was ready to give Yara balls deep, long strokes in her pussy. He couldn’t wait to see what her pussy felt like, so much that he didn’t take his time. Erik took hold of his dick in one hand, a handful of Yara’s ass in the other, and then with his hips Erik slid himself inside in one clean motion. Yara looked back at Erik, an enraptured look on her face.

“Got dayummmmmm,” He dragged out.

He had to extend his hand out and grab hold of her hair, yanking it back and making her arch deeper. That was perfect because Yara is much shorter than Erik and he needed that ass as high as possible so he could fuck her better like her pussy was a bottomless pit. Yara didn’t have time to breathe when Erik started stroking her pussy. She couldn’t express how much she needed him to get her this soaked and bust her pussy open. She was sweating from all the shaking her body was doing.

“Getting that pussy fucked from the back is your favorite huh? Look at you, give me that pussy girl,” Erik smacks her ass, “that ass is fat and firm.”

“Damn, daddy,” Yara kept saying the more Erik’s dick went in and out of her at a moderate pace, “Damn, daddy. Damn, daddy. Damn, daddy. Damn, daddy.”

While Yara was getting her pussy fucked on the edge of her bed, her cell was ringing. She didn’t care about that with all that dick in her stomach. He wasn’t even going at the pace he wanted to yet. Fuck, he was long stroking her pussy. Yara grabs for her sheets, Erik letting go of her hair to grab a hold of her hips. He started blowing Yara’s back out and she threw it back on him just as hard. It was hot, sweaty, and perfect. Her heart was racing from the thought of Mike walking in at any moment and how good he felt inside of her.

“Slut me out, daddyyyyyyy!!,” Yara shouts.

“Shut the fuck up,” Erik spoke roughly, “all that fuckin’ yelling, speak that shit into the pillow, ma.”

“I can’t help it, mmmmmmm, shit,” She couldn’t keep her mouth shut, “oh MY!!!!”

Yara’s shimmering, jiggling ass was hypnotic. Her sweat was dripping down the middle of her back and down the crack of her ass.

“FUCK.” He said.

Pap, pap, pap, pap, pap, pap, was the sound made the more Erik pounded her chocolate cakes. Yara creamed on his shaft the more he beat her tight pussy in. She was grown like she said, and she was proving that to him the more he fucked her. Bang bang bang bang, it intensified.

“TAKE THIS DICK.”

“Yes-

“You hear your pussy? That pussy is wet as fuck, baby girl...this ain’t even your pussy anymore this is my pussy,” the bounce of her ass had Erik going crazy, “THATS RIGHT BABY Make it rain on this dick.”

Yara was squirting on his dick and Erik just kept on beating that pussy up from behind.

“You better let me get this pussy again, Yara,” It was an order. Yara was throwing that ass with tenacity, “Dirty slut, nasty fucking slut, taking this big black dick, fat fucking pussy creaming all over my fucking dick, my favorite kind of pussy.”

Yara was throwing her pussy the whole time they fucked without stopping. Erik’s dick was nothing but steel covered flesh the longer he fucked her. He wanted to tear Yara ass up in multiple positions on her bed but he knew that would take all night and Mike would be back soon. He could feel himself ready to explode the more she soaked his dick with her pussy.

Unh! Oooo! Ah! Shit! Yes!

She was moaning on a loop for Erik. He was fucking her fast and hard until she came all over his dick again. He was right behind her, his hands so heavy on her hips that he was pushing her down onto the bed. She was going to feel this in the morning.

“Fuck...show me who’s daddy,” she says, “I’ve always wanted you to fuck me like this! Oh goddd!”

“I wish I could do it all night long, baby-

“Take me with you, FUCKKKKKK!!!!!”

“Goddamn, Yara, shit, I’m about to cum in your pussy-

“Fuck this tight pussy up daddy!!!”

“Arrrgghhhhhhh SHIT.” Erik was filling Yara’s pussy full of cum. He didn’t want to pull out of her pussy.

“Oh my, God,” She spoke breathlessly. “That dick feels so good, baby.”

“Big girls need big dick,” Erik says before his dick slipped out of her pussy. He was still hard and it wasn’t going to go down for the rest of the night. Yara pushes Erik’s cum out of her pussy so that he could see how much filled her up. He spanked her ass for that.

“Yara...I swear to fucking God...don’t make me fuck you like the nasty fucking slut you are.”

“I can call out of work, we can finish this at your place,” Yara was already going to be late, might as well get dressed and go with Erik.

“Can’t, baby girl, I’m not staying at my own spot right now,” Erik looked like he didn’t want to talk about it, “I don’t have your number, let’s exchange and we can try to make plans...you still gotta go to work right?”

“I’m gonna be late,” Yara is off of her bed now, grabbing a folded sleep shirt to pull over her body. “Like thirty minutes late. Unless I take an Uber.”

“I’ll take you.”

Yara didn’t give Erik time to get dressed with how quickly she was on him. They were kissing, once again the risk of Micheal walking in the last thing on their minds.

“Yara,” Erik grabs her hair, “Come on, get dressed, I’ll take you to work.”

Yara reluctantly pulled away so Erik could get dressed. He quickly pulled on his jeans without worrying about his briefs, grabbed his shirt and jacket in one hand and walked to Yara’s door. Erik opened it carefully, peeking out in the hall towards the living room. A sigh of relief came from him and that’s when he turned back inside of Yara’s bedroom, unzipped his pants and allowed them to fall around his feet.

“Suck this dick, girl,” He points to the floor, “On your fucking knees.”

Yara was on her knees and sucking his dick in time.

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“You good, my G? You’ve been MIA for over a week now.”

Mike was in the middle of cooking some spicy chicken ramen noodles while talking on the phone with Erik. Yara was hanging around in the living room watching TV with her eyes staring straight ahead into the kitchen at Mike’a back. He had a durag on his head, a black T-shirt, and some drawstring shorts on. He laughs into the phone while stirring his noodles around in the pot with a fork.

“So you found your place then? That’s what’s up! When are you moving your shit out of CeCe’s place?”

That name made Yara roll her eyes. Just like Mike, she hadn’t spoken to Erik in a while too. For her it was two days straight. He would call her during the afternoon or late at night to see how she was doing with school and just life in general. Of course, their conversations turned freaky but neither of them acted on anything since he came over that Friday night. It was mainly because of where he stayed and then Mike was always home doing freelance work. Yara couldn’t sleep in her bed without thinking about her and Erik having sex. It took her all weekend before she changed her sheets. His cologne and natural musk was threaded in the fabric.

“You know my mama is having a family thing at her place tomorrow, you wanna come through? I told her you were back and she wants to see you.”

Yara’s eyes lit up. At first she didn’t want to go to her moms since she couldn’t stand her step-father's side of the family minus her step-cousin, Lauren, but now that Erik could possibly show up, Yara was counting down the long minutes. She had a lot of packing to do, looking through her wardrobe for whatever eye-catching fits. Yara caught Michael’s eye and he stuck his tongue out at her teasingly. Yara shakes her head at him before bringing her eyes back to the TV.

“Damn, she’s gonna be disappointment, man.”

Yara could feel her heart dropping to her stomach and a tiny frown pulled the corners of her lips down. Well, so much for looking forward to tomorrow.

“Yeah yeah well let me know if you change your mind, cuz… Aight, I’ll holla,” Mike hangs up, pocketing his cell.

“That was Erik?” Yara casually asks.

“Yeah, he found his place. He can’t make it tomorrow because he got some business to take care of.”

“Oh,” Yara tried to hide her saddened tone but Micheal caught that.

“What’s up with you sounding all sad?”

“Nothing,” Yara turns off the TV, “I’m going to my room. When my packages come just leave them on the table I’ll open them later.”

“Let me guess, a new pair of sneakers?”

“None of your fucking business,” Yara yelled over her shoulder while walking to her room. She closes her door, walking up to her bed before flopping down on it, pulling her phone from her pocket. She pulls up Erik’s contact, calling him up so that she could hear his voice for the first time that day. He picked up on the second ring, his voice sounding like an echo on the other end of the phone.

“Where are you?” Yara asks.

“Damn, hello,” He spoke defensively.

“Hi, E.” She smiles.

“...Mike didn’t tell you?”

“Why does Mike need to tell me? You have my number,” Yara says with an attitude.

“Yo...What’s your problem?”

“You gonna tell me where you are?” Yara completely ignores his question.

“Since you’re so pressed, little Yara, I’m walking through my new place, just getting a feel for it.”

“With the way your voice is echoing I’m sure it’s hella nice...can I come live with you?”

“Yara,” Erik laughs, “You gonna let Mike know about that? That nigga would have my neck.”

“I’m just playing,” Yara quickly changes the subject, “So...my mom is having a little something at her place this weekend...do you wanna come?”

“Uh, I don’t think I can. I would love to, but I already told Mike that I can’t.”

“Damn, that sucks,” Yara sighs, “I miss seeing your face.”

“I miss seeing your pretty face too...you’re in your room, right?”

“Yep, I’m by myself...why?”

“I just wanted to tell you that I can still feel those juicy ass lips sucking on my balls, you got daddy missing that deep throat, girl.”

“I’m happy you love my dick-sucking skills,” Yara giggles, “I can still taste your cum…I can still hear your sexy deep voice in my ear telling me you’re about to cum.”

“Shit, now I’m picturing you swallowing my whole dick at that moment...how is my pussy doing?”

“It’s been a minute...what do you think?”

“I’m thinking I need to hear that shit...put her on the phone.”

Yara turns over onto her back, putting her phone on speaker before pulling her biker shorts and panties down, spreading her thighs. She grabs her phone, bringing it down between her legs before taking her finger, inserting inside of herself before wiggling it around. The wet, smacking sounds of his puss could be heard through the phone. He waited until Yara was finished before talking again.

“Damn...that wet fucking pussy.”

“Mhm,” she says.

“You gon’ rub your pussy on my face next time I see you, pretty bitch?”

“Expect me to cum on your face, I’ll rub my clit all up and down that scruffy ass beard,” Yara giggles.

“Now how am I gonna get a taste?” Erik laughs.

“You will when I decide to sit on your tongue.”

“When you decide? You calling shots now? Taking this dick doesn’t make you in charge, Yara, I’m in charge and when I say sit that pussy on my lips you gon’ do it.”

“Just come over here and get this pussy,” Yara says while rubbing her clit.

“Girl if I come over their I would fuck you retarded...but nah you know Mike is home…”

“I guess you don’t want me to make eight inches of your dick disappear in my mouth and you know I don’t have a gag reflex so it would stay in my throat just like your dick would stay inside my pussy…”

“What about the rest of my dick? You got more to go, girl daddy is much bigger than that.”

“Like I said, no gag reflex, I’ll try.”

“I need you, my dick is dumb hard…too bad I can’t right now. I’m gonna be moving in my shit all damn day into tomorrow.” Erik groans.

“Okay, Erik,” Yara rolls over onto her side, “I’ll just see you whenever.”

“Don’t be like that, girl...I gotta go...I love you.”

Yara blushes, “I love you too with your annoying ass.”

“Aight, I’ll talk to you later, pretty girl, we can pick up where we left off.”

“K, bye,” Yara spoke softly into the phone before hanging up.

He said that he loved her. He had love for her, true, but it would feel better if it was romantic love. Hearing him say the words were enough though, Yara couldn’t stop blushing into her pillow.

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Being back at her mom’s place brought back bittersweet feelings. Yara knew her brother wouldn’t end things properly with Evette, Yara had to endure her brother having sex almost the entire night. Evette’s hair is no longer bright red. She dyed it hot pink. The color job wasn’t perfect which shocked Yara because Evette is supposed to be a licensed cosmetologist with her own shop and everything. She was driving since Mike wanted to freely roll up his blunt and drink his Henny without worrying about being the designated driver. When they pulled up, Their mother’s house was already packed full of cars. It’s probably her step-father’s side of the family. Yara did however smile when she noticed the big red Cadillac Escalade. That was Yara’s step-cousin, Lauren’s truck.

“Damn, where the fuck am I supposed to park? On the grass?” Evette complains while sucking her teeth.

“Just park one house down, Evette, ain’t no thing,” Mike places his blunt behind his ear.

“Easy for you to say, nigga, you ain’t driving.”

“You’re the one that said it was cool, don’t pull that shit.”

“Are y’all gonna argue the entire time we’re here?” Yara finally says before opening her door to exit when Evette parked. Neither of them responded to her which was better since hearing their voices the entire ride over annoyed her to an end. Yara pulls out her keys, finding the exact one to her mother’s place while walking up to the house.

It was spacious, open living both indoors and out with this exquisite Steve Kubitschek-designed Craftsman home. Located at the top of a private cul-de-sac in the tight-knit Woodside Glen community of 21 modern homes, it's a hidden gem in Oakland's leafy Montclair neighborhood. Yara couldn’t deny it, she enjoyed the fabulous open layout with upscale touches, including a gourmet island kitchen with breakfast nook, great room with gas fireplace, and luxurious master suites with a soaking tub and views of the Bay. She used to sit out on the expanded deck, studying while being surrounded by the apple, apricot and fig trees her mother planted. Behind the yard is a little-known trailhead into Joaquin Miller Park's 500 acres of redwood groves and lush creeksides where Yara used to hike and bike ride.

“Mama!!!” Yara yelled when they entered.

She could smell her mother’s cooking. Her eyes looked up at the soaring 14 foot ceilings, and around at the newly decorated home. Her mother finally took her advice and decided to change the boring, puke green. It was a beautiful design with earth tones that matched her mother’s green thumb energy. Every fresh herb, vegetable, and fruit her mother cooked with came from her garden. Sometimes she would go to her local Trader Joe’s or Farmer’s Market. Evette oo’ed and ahhh’ed behind Yara the further they walked inside. Climbing a small set of stairs that led into the kitchen, Yara found her mother chatting it up with a few of her step-father’s sister’s with a glass of white wine in her hand. The patio door was open so that meant that everyone else was out back, her step-father probably grilling up steaks, ribs, and home-made burgers patties.

“YARA!” Her step-Aunt, the youngest of the three, Benita says. She gave Yara a veneer smile before stretching her arms out for a hug. Yara gives her a quick hug.

“Hey baby,” Yara’s mom, Kendra says before kissing her daughter’s curly head, “Are you gonna stay with me this weekend?”

“Yes, mama, I have my bag in the car, hello Stacey,”

“Hello,” Stacey is Benita’s sister. She’s stand-offish but not like Yara could be, she did that because she didn’t care for Yara. Stacey is Lauren’s mom. Lauren couldn’t stand her mother for many reasons.

Mike and Evette greet everyone as well while Yara goes out back to say hello to the others. She decided to be nice and give her stepdad a hug before practically running up to Lauren. Lauren is a literal sweetheart. She’s the same age as Yara and she’s a nurse. Lauren’s pretty features reminded Yara of Saweetie a little bit. She came with her boyfriend that Yara only met once before named KC, he has features that remind Yara of Omarion. Both girls caught up with each other like old times, laughing, gossiping, and sharing good news. Yara didn’t see not one family member that was blood, all were married into the family. She didn’t feel too disappointed, it was still pretty early and her family can be known to be fashionably late.

Back in the house, Yara asks Evette to open her car so that Yara could get her bag out. Once she came back inside, Yara found her old room, sitting her bag on the bed that was neatly made. She has her own bathroom in her room with a jacuzzi tub. She couldn’t wait to unwind and take a bubble bath. Walking back out and down the steps, Yara could make out her mother screaming excitedly at the top of her lungs. Yara went down the remaining steps two at a time before making her way towards the kitchen speedily. Yara couldn’t believe who had just arrived after saying he wouldn’t be able to show up. She wanted to punch him in his pretty face.

“ERIK! LOOK AT YOU!!” Kendra was amazed while she looked at Erik. He simply smiles, showcasing his deep dimples and bright white smile with gold slugs on his bottom canines. His curly fro looked extra moisturized, the coils neatly placed and springy and he is fresh from head to toe as usual.

“It’s good to see you Miss. Kendra.”

His deep voice… Yara had to control her legs from shaking.

“Voice all deep, muscles, the hair!!! My God is this really my son’s best friend?!” Kendra pulls Erik in for another hug, “I’m so glad you came! You have to stay with me this weekend. Mike is staying too! It’ll be like old times when you used to spend the night.”

“I packed an overnight bag.”

Yara inwardly cheered.

“Yara? Come say hi to Erik,” Kendra says, ushering Yara over with a quick wave of her hand.

“I saw him like a week ago, mama,” Yara came over anyway, giving Erik a hug, “Glad you came.”

“Erik, can you believe this is Yara? I mean, she used to be so petite! Now she has more hips than me! She was little Yara to you, what are you gonna call her now, huh?”

“I’ll have to think of a new nickname,” Erik looks Yara up and down. Yara can tell he was trying his hardest not to appear obvious with his attraction towards her, “She’s a woman now.”

“Mhm, I have to keep reminding myself that she is 21 now,” Kendra pouts while smoothing her hand over Yara’s face.

“Where is your new husband? I haven’t had the chance to meet him yet,” Erik says, stopping Kendra from crying.

“Oh, he’s out back, come with me,” Kendra loops her arm through Erik’s, walking him out back. Yara lets out a shaky breath. He’s here and he’s going to spend the night. Perfect, now, they didn’t need to sneak around and fuck without suspicion, he’s sleeping here. They would just have to be a little quiet. That won’t be a problem, the walls are soundproof thanks to her stepfather. Yara lingered near the patio door, listening to her step dad, mother, and Erik talk.

“This is Fred. Fred, this is Mike’s childhood friend, Erik.”

They shake hands. Yara caught Erik’s eye. He winked at her and that motion shot straight to her clit. This event couldn’t be over fast enough. Yara knew it was going to take a while since it just started and family tends to linger even after it’s over. Time went on and everyone mingled and danced before the food was finally ready. Inside, an assembly line of people with plates wrapped around the kitchen and dining room. Everyone wanted to talk to Erik. He couldn’t even sit in the fire pit outside and enjoy his meal without someone holding a conversation with him and that included Mike to Evette’s dismay, she occupied most of her time on her phone.

Erik couldn’t keep his eyes off of Yara whenever they crossed paths. Heart shaped face, dimple in her chin, glittering eyes fringed with long eyelashes that reminded him of maple syrup, silken skin like cinnamon, ebony ringlets that made her thick but arched brows pop, lips full and glossy with a prominent Cupid’s bow. Clearly, Yara was the stunner out of all the women at that gathering that wanted his attention. Short, shapely legs oiled down, little denim skirt on, and a clingy top that struggled to keep her pendulous breasts in place. Each time she reached for her plate or cup it would put her curvaceous breasts on display. Shit, with the way Erik was staring at her he wouldn’t complain if they had spilled out right into his hands.

Yara noticed how the other women, no matter how old or young made it their duty to keep Erik company. Whenever Yara came near him, she would touch his arm or shoulder, and each time, Erik felt something surge through his body. He couldn’t decide if it was static electricity or his own lust playing tricks on him. She was putting on a show for real. Yara would sashay through the yard and Erik could tell it was on purpose. Her hips had him stunned. Yara had a butt that swooped out in the precise amount of curvature. There is nothing comparable to the well-shaped butt of a black woman.

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Yara was two plates full and on her second cup of Ciroc with lemonade. She had just finished doing the Cupid shuffle, more than excited to join especially since some of her blood relatives arrived. She looked around the yard and noticed Erik, Mike, and Evette are missing. They probably all went on a smoke break out front. When Yara went looking, she didn’t spot them out front at all. She knew they couldn’t be in the house because Yara’s mom didn’t like smoking in her house since it left a lingering smell. Yara finally decided to walk the trail that she usually did when she lived there. Sure enough, Mike, Evette, Erik, and one of her annoying ass step-cousins, Lyric, were smoking weed and shooting the shit. Mike gave Erik a look while passing him the blunt before tilting his head in Lyric’s direction.

Lyric is cute, but she’s not Yara. Erik gave her a quick once over before shrugging a single shoulder. Yara didn’t like that. She wanted to see him shake his head not shrug a shoulder like he wasn’t sure. All this good pussy Yara has to offer he better come correct. She turned away to leave but once again, Mike’s keen eyes caught her before she could make her exit.

“You have a serious habit of sneaking up on niggas and spying,” Mike jokes, causing Lyric to snort a laughter.

“Shut up, fool, I was just wondering where y’all went, that’s all,” Yara walked up to them all, avoiding Erik’s eyes. He was probably giving her a teasing smile.

“You don’t even smoke.”

“And?” Yara takes a sip of her drink, “Now that I know where y’all are, I’m gonna head back.”

“Uh-huh, I keep forgetting your 21 now with that drink in your hand.”

“Why does my age have to be the topic of conversation? I’m sick of that shit.”

“Well, I haven’t seen you in over two years. Last time you were 19 so,” Lyric finally speaks up.

“Whatever, I’m out,” Yara turns, walking back up the trail that led to the house. She was bothered and she wanted to be alone for a little bit. Erik brought up her age, then her mother, then a few other family members, then Mike, and then Lyric. It was giving her a headache.

The event slowed down and the family that did stay later gathered around the big fire pit in her mother’s yard to talk and drink. Yara was seated between Erik and Mike. She was feeling her drink and it was peaceful. Yara loves that stage of being tipsy where you’re completely coherent and know exactly what's going on but you feel so loose and free at the same time and your typing skills blow but you can feel the blood flowing throughout your entire body and it's just warm and fuzzy and nice and amazing.

It was dark minus the warm, low, glow of the yard lights and the fire making all the melanin surrounding her have an orange glow. She glances up at Erik and he looks down at her, giving Yara a small smile before one arm comes up and around the back of her. She bites her lip, trying her hardest to appear discrete with how horny she felt. Yara shivers when she feels Erik’s fingers on the back of her neck, softly playing with the curls at the nape of her neck. Her lips parted and she brought her cup up to hide her soft sighs. Erik was dragging the flat part of his nails up and down the back of her neck. No one could see what he was doing since it was dark. Just when her nipples become erect, Erik stops, bringing his hand back down to rest in his lap.

Yara’s phone vibrates in her lap. She picks it up, her family's laughter surrounding her. Taking a look, she sees a message from Erik. She opens her phone, turning down the light so that it wasn’t too noticeable. Leaning back a little, Yara brings her phone closer to her face. She froze when she opened his message. Erik sends her a nasty gif of a girl taking a dick just as big as Erik’s while she was holding her legs up. She was creaming all over his dick while he fucked her slow.

Who’s daughter can I do this to tonight?

Yara closes her eyes. She brings her cup to her lips to hide her excitement. He really sexted her at this moment. He wanted to torture her, she would play along.

Miss Kendra’s daughter 💦

She could see him in her peripheral looking at her text. He starts typing.

I’m a tear up your insides.

Yara’s leg jerked.

I can always handle more.

Mike laughing loudly next to her startled her. She almost forgot where she was.

Okay, we’ll see. You looking good too. You gon’ have me in trouble girl cuz I’m not gonna be able to keep my dick out of you for a second.

That’s a challenge I’m willing to take daddy!

Yara’s phone buzzed a few times back to back

In the mood to be sucking on a fat clit n even fatter pussy lips 👅

Let me suck that pussy in my mouth... I’m nice and faded too. I'll eat you up Yara I wish you were over my face right now. You like how nasty I’m texting you while you’re surrounded by your family? They don’t know their little Yara likes to get her pussy ate and fucked with a big dick.

“Shit,” Yara spoke to herself. She wrapped a single arm around her belly to calm her butterflies. Yes, she did enjoy the nasty talk in front of her family. They were too busy talking to notice how antsy Yara is and all the squirming she was doing to get friction on her clit. She couldn’t sit there anymore.

“Leaving?” Kendra says to a few family members who are standing. After that others started filing out, saying their goodbyes and planning to do this again soon. Evette and Mike are all boo’d up, talking closely to each other. Yara stands, pulling her skirt down, and stepping over Evette’s feet to leave the fire pit.

“Going in, baby?” Kendra says.

“Yeah, I’m gonna take a quick shower and relax, love you mama.”

“Love you too, I’m making a big breakfast tomorrow.”

Yara looked at Erik who was sitting there with low eyes from being cross faded. She wanted him to follow her but that would be too obvious. She walked as quickly as possible back inside of the house. No one was around so she stopped in the kitchen to grab some water and take a breather. Yara could hear footsteps behind her. She turns, coming face to face with Erik. Yara looked towards the patio, wondering if anyone followed him in.

“They are still outside, bend over real quick.”

“Erik,” Yara was scared to do it so out in the open.

“It’s okay, just bend over for me...I just wanna take a peek, I know that pussy is wet.”

“I don’t know-

“Yara, I’m not playing with you. You’ve been teasing me all day let me see that pussy.”

Yara looks towards the door again before turning around, pressing her body against the counter. Yara brings one thick leg up onto the counter top, her denim skirt riding up to reveal hot pink panties. Yara pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and right there sitting fat, lips forming a shape of a heart was Yara’s pussy. She takes two fingers, spreading her sticky lips for Erik to see.

“Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.”

He was behind her quickly, his fingers rubbing up and down her pussy. Stepping away, Erik sucks on his fingers.

“Soon as they leave I’m coming upstairs and I'm pounding that ass so good this whole house gon’ wake up.”

Yara takes her leg down, fixing her skirt. She did it just in time when some other family members walked in, waving goodbye. When they leave, Yara and Erik laugh at almost being caught.

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It was late, well past three in the morning. Yara was freshly bathed and in a T-shirt, her chocolate ringlets pulled up into a pineapple above her head. She knew her mom was probably in the kitchen doing some last minute cleaning so Yara didn’t want to look suspicious walking past her to go to Erik’s basement room. She had to wait another hour before texting Erik to come up stairs.

Which room?

Yara leaves her door cracked.

The door is cracked.

She tiptoed back to her bed after shutting off her bedroom lights, the only thing igniting her room is the glare from the TV.

Is your mom still down stairs? I could have sworn I heard her in the kitchen.

Yara took that as a sign to go check. She leaves her room at the same time her mother was walking down the hall with a glass of wine in her hand.

“Still hungry?” Kendra asks her daughter.

“No, just thirsty, mama.”

Kendra kisses her cheek before walking to her master suite, “Alrighty girl, goodnight, I’m gonna need it.”

“Night, mama.”

Kendra pushes her bedroom door opened, entering, then closing it shut all the way. Yara walks back to her room, picking up her phone to text Erik.

I’m coming down.

He instantly texts back.

Coming to me this time? Lol

SHUT UP!

Yara grabs her phone, leaving her room. She made sure her door was closed, she didn’t expect her mother to come knocking this late. Yara makes her way to the large basement, walking past her step father’s man cave and the home gym. There, straight ahead with the door cracked is where Erik is staying. Yara pushes open the door slowly. Peeking her head inside. Erik is laying back on the bed with one foot hanging over the edge, the other propped up and swinging from side to side. He’s completely naked and Yara could see his used towel hanging on a hook behind the half bathroom door with a standing shower.

“Quick close that door,” Erik whispers.

Yara closes it, walking fully into the room only lit with a small table lamp. Erik sat up on the edge of the bed, pulling Yara into his arms. Their lips and tongues battled feverishly with pent-up passions. Their hands began to caress and explore each other’s body. Yara’s soft backside felt good as he grabbed each cheek and pulled her tightly against his groin. Her hands roamed across the muscles of his back and up to his shoulders. Erik broke the kiss to pull Yara’s T-shirt up and over her body, nothing underneath. His eyes landed on the breasts that teased him all night. Her dark, thick buds were tasty as his tongue rolled across her taut nipples, setting off her sensual murmurs of approval. The contrast of Erik’s russet skin against Yara’s café-au-lait complexion provided the ideal blend of colors.

“These big ass titties, and you ain’t have no bra on either,” Erik felt his bare dick wedge between the cheeks of Yara’s curvy ass.

“Why did you shrug about Lyric?” Yara asks while watching Erik suck on her titties.

“You caught that? Girl...I ain’t worried about her so why are you bringing her up? She’s cute...what did you want me to do tell Mike that I’m fucking his sister instead?”

“You should have just said you weren’t interested, Don’t play with me, Erik,” Yara warns him.

“Girl? You need to calm the fuck down, better yet, get on your knees. Let’s see if that gag reflex is real...swallow all ten inches of this dick.”

Yara didn’t move quick enough so Erik gave her a little push, Yara finally getting down on her knees. Erik’s freshly washed dick was in her hand again and Yara wasted no time spitting on him to lube him up before fitting his dick down her throat. She made it to eight inches before pushing further, his ten inches all the way down her throat now.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Erik spoke with a sotto voice, “suck that nut out, girl.”

Yara kept eye contact with Erik while she deep-throated him. She drew Erik’s dick from her mouth to spit on it some more. Yara repeated that gesture over and over, engulfing Erik’s throbbing dick then pulling it from her mouth. He tried to keep his grunts and moans as low as possible, but the danger of knowing that her mother was upstairs heightened the pleasure he was experiencing. Yara continued to moan while her lips were dragging up and down his dick. She starts using her tongue now, wiggling it under the tip of his dick.

“Damn, Erik, it’s so thick.” She says wit spit hanging from her lips.

Her hot mouth devouring his dick caused Erik’s eyes to roll shut. Yara sucked it in and out of her mouth again, letting it pop each time she withdrew her mouth from the head. Yara played with his dick as if it were her own personal joystick. Yara worked her mouth down Erik’s elongated staff, taking more than half of it in.

“It’s too big for my mouth,” she announced after withdrawing from his saliva-coated shaft, “But, I have another hole that I know can handle it.”

“Oh yeah? You make that sound like a challenge...drain my dick first and then we’ll see about that.”

Yara started sucking him into utopia again. Erik was reminded of her skills and it had him palming the back of her head so that he could fuck her throat. The entire night he had to conceal his hard dick in his jeans and when his dick is so stiff like that it pulsates painfully and his balls feel like their dragging. That means he’s going to cum damn near a bucket full until he’s fully emptied.

“Good girl, I needed this so bad you don’t even understand...had me changing my plans just so I can spend time with you.”

“Mmm,” Yara moans.

“Yes, suck that shit baby, fuck, yes, that’s how you do it, milk this dick girl, fuck, Yara,” Erik was struggling to be in control that his hand left the back of her head to grip the edge of the bed, “good bitch suck daddy’s dick, do what you love, suck this dick.”

Yara continues to swallow Erik’s dick while looking him innocently in the eyes. His face scrunched up and that’s when his thick dick erupted in Yara’s mouth. Erik didn’t even give her time to drain him fully as he lifted her off of the ground, his dick still leaking cum. Erik falls back on the bed, his hands roughly squeezing her ass while pushing her hips forward so that she could climb on top of his face. Yara didn’t even sit on his face fully before Erik’s lips were wrapped around her clit.

“Come on girl bounce that pussy on my tongue.”

Yara starts bouncing her ass, Erik’s thick, flat tongue swiping over her pussy each time she comes down on him. He ate her pussy like he craved that shit all the time. Erik’s hands are on Yara’s back, pushing her to keep those hips moving. She could feel nothing but lips and tongue down there. Now, Erik’s tongue is darting in and out of Yara’s pussy. Yara’s sexy voice moaning above him had his tongue flickering back and forth rapidly and applying so much pressure Yara is quivering and dripping all in his mouth. He wanted Yara to sit on his face all day and night

“Daddy, can I squat on your face like this all weekend? I like the way you suck on my pussy.”

“You know you got a place on my face, I’ll eat this pussy on sight,” Erik spoke briefly before he caused Yara’s pussy to drip on his tongue yet again.

“Unh, shit!!!” Yara shouts. Good thing the walls are soundproof because she would have woken up the entire house. She continued to cum in Erik’s mouth while this pussy eating monster kept on licking, “Erik, baby, fuck.”

Erik ended it with a suck to her clit before lifting from between her legs. Beard soaked, Erik leans down to kiss her with a grab of her jaw before pushing her down on the bed. Erik is on his knees now, positioning Yara on her back. He brings both of her legs straight up, instructing for her to keep them in the air. He was mimicking that gif that he sent her. Yara peeked around her legs at him, watching Erik take his fat dick in hand before pushing it between her thighs so that she could feel how much tighter her pussy is in this position. Yara’s eyes look up at the ceiling with her mouth falling open.

“That’s how I fucking do it baby,” he barked out.

“Umm, I love your hard dick,” Yara exclaimed while Erik strokes her, trying to push himself all the way in. He was having a hard time now with all her thigh meat so Erik spreads her thighs instead. The second he did that, Yara gasps, “oh, yes...yes-yes-yes-yes I feel that hard black dick,” her mouth went wide, “yes-yes-yes ummm fuck!!! You’re stretching the fuck out of my pussy,” Yara spoke through clenched teeth. Erik didn’t stop, that was a sign for him to pick up the pace and keep going.

“This is some deep pussy, you are creaming all over my dick, baby,” Erik struggled to keep her shaky legs open, “Stop all that shaking, girl,” Yara squealed over and over each time Erik bottomed out inside of her, “Yara, I’m not playing with you, keep that ass still so I can get in this pussy.”

“Oh, shit,” Yara covered her face, “Daddy.”

“You know you want it all, don’t fight it. Just lie there and let it happen. Say how much you want it all. ask daddy to pound my pussy and then see what happens.”

Yara may be thick but her body is little and lithe compared to Erik’s. She was being folded in half and now Erik was really filling her up, his balls slapping her ass and everything. Erik has all the time in the world now since last time. His dick is so big and so good Yara was cumming on him with no control over her body.

“Your mama ain’t raise no punk, you should see all this dick sliding in and out of this creamy fucking pussy,” Erik pulls out only to push himself back in fully, “when I say look I mean look, girl.”

“Fuck,” Yara lifts her head from the bed to watch Erik fuck her.

“You see how I’m filling this little pussy?”

“Unh,” Yara’s head fell back against the bed.

With each moan and shriek coming from Yara, Erik’s dick gets harder and bigger until it is swelled to a size that has Yara clawing at his abs. She’s going to keep cumming if he keeps this up.

“Yeah, fucking squeal, bitch you’re taking it all don’t care how much pain you’re in,” he was way past nice and easy, “Baby... daddy needs to train that pussy to take this dick when I go harder... you can’t always expect daddy to go slow you got some good pussy,” Yara squeals again, “I understand baby, just hold still and take it, you were doing so good...girl shut that shit up take this dick.”

She was cumming again. Yara pushes Erik away with her foot causing him to flip her on her stomach, arch her back, and then it was all she wrote. Erik has Yara’s hands behind her back, holding them softly, stroking her wrists with his thumbs but that dick was killing her pussy. That dick is literally in her ribcage. He was touching her cervix and she was squirting on him continuously like a running faucet. Pap, pap, pap, pap Was the sound of her cheeks just like the first time they fucked only this time Erik was going full throttle.

“Taking this dick like a champ, hold it just like that ima cum in my pussy.”

“Daddy, please cum,” Yara begged.

“I like how you sound begging me, take it baby, take it pretty girl, yesss, show daddy you can handle this dick, make daddy proud baby, that’s right, you a grown woman now right? Right? Show me how grown you are, throw that pussy back,” Yara gave it her all through her cries, “Mhm, fuck that dick.”

“Daddy, yes, fuck, please-please daddy!!!”

Yara tried but Erik was too impatient, hands on her hips now while he took control again. Yara was falling into the bed, losing her arch and Erik followed. He leans over her body, grabbing her by her jaw to kiss her while he stroked. She whimpered into his mouth the more his dick hammered her pussy and before she knew it he released her jaw, both of his hands planted on either side of her head. Yara grabs his wrists, her eyes squeezed shut and a multitude of moans rolling off of her tongue. Erik’s hips snapped into hers with speedy delight before he was cumming deep inside of her pussy. He slowed down, allowing Yara’s walls to grip him and drain him.

“Yara, shit,” Erik pulls out, rubbing the tip of his dick on her ass. He stayed over her for another minute before falling back on his knees, wiping the sweat from his nose that dripped. Yara was too weak to move.

“Yara, you good?” Erik asks while rubbing her back.

“I’m good,” She tried to move but her bottom half was paralyzed, “I don’t know how I’m gonna go back to my room now.”

“Just sleep here, I’ll set my alarm for like two hours from now and then you can go back up.”

“If I do that then I’m never going to leave,” Yara gently turns on her back, “I am so sore right now.”

“I’ll kiss your pussy,” Erik opens her thighs, “C’mere.”

Yara closes her eyes when Erik’s lips kiss her pussy. He started from her outer lips and then he went inward, holding her pussy lips open so he could kiss her inner folds and exactly over her aching hole. She could feel her legs being pushed back and that’s when she knew he was about to eat her pussy again.

“Erik?” she called to him with a questioning voice.

“It’ll get better...just be a good girl and cum in my mouth.”

Yara gave in.

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cautionworks · 3 years

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Okay, so I wanted to write some NSFW Headcanons for Hisoka. All of these headcanons I said are purely based on my interpretation. I have read some other Hisoka headcanons before but I forgot about them a while ago. Plus I know nothing about actual sex. So I'll have fun writing this. Here we go lol.

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

It depends on who's he with. If it was just a one-night stand he won't attempt to be comforting or try to care about the other party. The most He'll do is clean himself and nothing more. If he had a "significant other" that's a different story. He would cuddle the hell out of you. I imagine him as a clingy person (Which I hate). Once he's finished he just wants to fall asleep with you under his arms. He finds it relaxing to have your back against his chest. Especially when it's soft.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

The back. I do not know why but I have the feeling that he would like a person's back. Especially if the person has slightly defined back muscles. Something about a person's back seems so vulnerable to Hisoka that he leans towards it whenever he’s behind someone he finds attractive. It's part of the reason why he likes to be behind people. Because he feels it's the most vulnerable place and he won't hesitate to take advantage of it when it comes to his enemies. Seriously don’t have this man around women with shirts that expose the backside. Or bikinis. He will not stop staring. Now I think about it I think he’ll like a virgin sweater.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically... I’m a disgusting person)

Hisoka will eat it/swallow it. He's no stranger when it comes to being nude in his abode. So him being in his natural self, he won't hesitate to taste his own or his partner's bodily fluid. (Not pee you weirdos).

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Hisoka is a secretive man. It's literally what his name means. When asked direct questions he'll find a way to dodge them without seeming suspicious. And he's a liar. But when it comes to the bedroom. It's another side of him. He's not so secretive about it. It's just no one asks him about it and so he never felt the need to mention it. But when he did he will say it all. This man has done very risque things in his life. He once fucked a girl in an office building right after he killed her boss. There’s was a huge gathering of people including the girl's boyfriend. And he did it in one of those rooms where there's a glass that's see-through on one side and the other is not. Which the boyfriend happened to be there. You can guess which side he did it on. In the end, that girl was left with the time of life of her life and the loss of her partner and her job.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Extremely experienced. I'm sorry I'm a firm believer that Hisoka got laid many times by various women and men. If he's so strategic and calculated in fighting people then it's no surprise that he has skills in the bedroom. Plus he needs the release. I can't imagine how bored and frustrated he is when he can't kill anyone or there are no strong opponents. So it's understandable that he looks for partners to ease his stress. If there's nobody available at the moment. Then he will do what any man would do. Le master debate.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Again this one depends on who's he with. If he just with one of his late-night booty calls he would do the normal doggy style. If he's with someone he's heavily interested in. He will do all sorts of positions. His favorite position is where he can always see your face. Because one he wants to know if he's doing a good job. Two. He likes to watch your face morph into different facial expressions as he touches you in different ways.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He can be hella silly sometimes. If he's having sex with you for a while he will feel comfortable being playful. Of course, he can be serious if he needs to. But that rarely ever happens. The only times he would get serious if he was actively trying to get you pregnant for whatever reason. Which is not an issue. He uses bungee gum. It contains rubber and gum. Free condoms everyone. (Lol)

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Oh hell yeah the carpet matched the drapes! You were surprised that it was the same hair color as his hair. You were so in disbelief that you considered that he just dyed it. Which was not the case. Let's just say Hisoka likes to keep things short. Normally you would find it to be shaved. Yet, sometimes he'll leave some hair to grow. A little hair never really bothered him.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

*sigh* This one depends. Ima skip this one because Hisoka is not romantic. Just kidding. Because I think he would be good in the bedroom, I think he CAN be a romantic partner. Romantic how? I don’t know he can be that’s all there’s to it. (Talk about laziness)

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He does it more often than the average person. Like I said in my (E = Experience) Hisoka would do it if there’s nobody available at the moment. What I didn’t say is where and when he would do it. He’ll do it anywhere. This man has no shame. He will do it in a church, public bathroom, or hospital bed. Inside or out. It did not matter to him. Unless if it was raining. That would be his own little rule but he breaks it all the time. For some reason, many opportunities for sex happened to be on rainy days. When? He’ll do it even when he has a mission to do with Illumi. If he’s in the middle of a job and He's in horni mode. He’ll find a way to release without anyone knowing. He could do it right in front of a person without them knowing. Sometimes he just stands there with an orgasmic face on. The only way he’s able to masturbate in public is because he is using bungee gum. I know for a fact he’s use’s this ability in his sexual encounters with people especially for himself. This man could just stand there and you wouldn’t know if he was just being weird or he’s just doing it again.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

KINK SHAMING IS HIS KINK! I’m just kidding. Without a doubt, Hisoka would have one or two kinks. Bondage. Bondage. Bondage. As boring and well known this kink is. It makes sense at least to me it does. Hisoka bungee gum ability can grab, stick or even trap a person. So he finds pleasure in watching his partner's skin be wrapped in his bungee gum. He has so much control over it. How tight it can be. How rubbery or gummy it can be depending on the situation.Another thing I’d like to say. Hisoka is A SADIST AND MASOCHIST. He likes giving and receiving pain. That’s just how it is.

L = Location (Favorite places to do they do)

Anywhere that has a good spot to fuck you against something. Any surface that he can place you on. But if he were to have a “favorite place” it would be in places that are morally wrong to do or somewhere exciting like a carnival/circus. Hisoka hasn’t set limits to himself so usually, it's his partner that sets the boundaries.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

If he sees you in revealing clothing (Especially if your back is completely exposed) his wood is rising. You could just be lying on your stomach on the couch, scrolling on the phone. If you’re wearing a bra or nothing on and Hisoka happens to be there. There’s no doubt he'll find ways to lay his hands on you. It's not just the back that could turn him on. THIGHS AND HAMSTRINGS will have the man going. In particular, he likes it when it's Thicc/meaty. My man likes dem Thicc thighs. (Lol)

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

This one is only one of my most important headcanons ever. And I won’t accept anything other than this. Rape/Noncon. Hisoka does not find any joy in forcing himself on his partners. It’s not fun for him if his partner isn’t enjoying it either. The biggest turn-off for him would have to be anything related to bodily wastes like pee or poo.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Oh, he likes receiving it more than giving it. But that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy giving his significant other pleasure too. I would say his skill level is pretty good. Let’s just say when he does it, it's more than enough to please his partner. When he receives it expect lots of hair pulling and heavy groans.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fuck! It depends on his mood. Normally he likes to do it slow and sensual. But on a bad day, he does it rough and fast. A Good example of this was after Chrollo told him he can not use nen. Hisoka kept his emotions to himself. The only face he allowed himself to show was his normal displeased face. But inside he’s pissed. Once he leaves the troupe he heads back to his partner's place and sleeps with them. At least he released his frustration without killing anyone. (Omg Imagine fucking Hisoka was the leading cause of people still alive) Other than that he just aggressively masturbates.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

*Deep inhaling* Hisoka IS THE KING OF QUICKIES. He’s a master at it. While he’s patient for riping fruits he rarely has patience for sexual activities. He's on the go constantly. If he finds someone that catches his eye he’ll go after them. So a nice quickie is great and all but it doesn’t entirely satisfy him. Because it doesn’t satisfy him overall, a proper well spent “shagging” (This will be the first and last time I’ll ever write “Shagging”) He’s happy. Just happy that he can give his all. Which he can not do often.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Absolutely! Hisoka has his life on gamble all the time. Whether it may be life-threatening or a simple card game. Risking taking is his character. Even if it's too crazy. He’ll do it anyway. He's an exhibitionist for sure. He’ll let people watch as long no one touches his partner.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

To my knowledge. IRL men need a break after sex. In the show, Hisoka was able to clear the hunter's exam easily. So we know Hisoka has a lot of endurance than the average human. He’s stronger and faster. So that means Hisoka will not get tired after one round of sex. I think he can go at least 10 rounds. Of course, Hisoka would get tired at some point. He’s still human. Hisoka just has a lot of stamina. And that’s a fact.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yall are probably gonna hate me for this but Hisoka doesn’t own toys. If his partner wants it during their time together, he will not hesitate to get it/use it. He doesn’t feel the need to use it since he’s very confident in his ability to please his partner without the use of toys. For himself? if wants something inside him then he’ll just look for a guy that’s decent for his standards. But that doesn’t stop him from using a dildo/vibrator for himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Hisoka is a sadistic devil. He can be cruel sometimes. One time he had this girl close to climax and he stopped in the middle of it. Or He would cause arousal to his partner and pretend it was all an accident. He’s a huge teaser. He likes to watch his partner be in ecstasy and switch to fits of anger.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s a fucking whale. (LMAO) He’s the reason why kids know what moans sound like. He’s hella vocal in his private moments. He so loud that almost every troupe member recognizes his moans every time they hear them. But that doesn’t mean he can’t be quiet. Contrary to popular belief, Hisoka can be dead silent when he needs to be. He can be quiet as a mouse. Even quieter than the mouse. Now, what does he sound like? Well, we all heard his moans his fights. But I think it's different. I think his moans in fights are different while masturbating/sex. Just a slight difference. His moans would be more intense and he's a heavy breather. His tone of moans is a bit feminine with a tint of masculinity. He has the best of both worlds.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He likes to have pictures of you. Like a lot. He has a private gallery full of pictures of you on his phone. That’s why this time he actually takes care of his phone. He’s prone to get his phone destroyed in his missions. So he’s much careful with it now. These pictures can range from cute photos of you and him together to butt naked pics of you not looking.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture, or words)

Now you horny Hisoka Simps think he has a 12-inch dick but I don’t think that’s the case. (I mean come on) I know there are Chinese HxH fans who took the time to measure his length by looking at manga panels. Based on what I found. Hisoka is 5 inches long (aroused) and 6 inch Inches long (aroused). To make him above “Average”. He is 6 inches long (aroused) and 7 inches Inches long (aroused). Beyond that I don’t know how a female or male have can have a size like that fit in them. Or maybe I’m not educated enough on this topic. I don’t know and I don’t care.

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

Very High. A lot of people who write Hisoka smut fics tend to make him a horny bastard. For me, I think that is the case. But my reasons are different. As I said in my E = Experience. Hisoka would look for partners to ease his stress. His obsession with finding/fighting strong opponents takes a toll on his mental and physical state. So once he can't think of another outlet for his tremendous amounts of energy, he'll use it to please himself with different partners.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

I'm going to say that depends on the person. If he only did 2-3 rounds of sex with an average person he's not going to fall asleep easily. Eventually, he will. Due to being bored and little tiredness. If he were to do it with a skilled nen user like Machi. He would get tired a lot more.

Oh woah that took forever to write! Let me just say it again this is purely my own headcanons. The questions are not mine only my answers. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!

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w1r3dwr0n9 · 2 years

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college, stress, and dysphoria

hello the void that is the internet!! another entry of my diary. its been months so i cant call it a diary its maybe a monthly. nah realistically its a whenever-i-have-a-mental-breakdown-ly.

So applied to college got in and now i have to find where to pay it sounds simple enough right just get loans and die in debt. but apparently in my financial aid package one of those loans my parents have to take it out not me. idk financial aid is fucked up and weird. so i was like okay not too bad my parents have excellent credit! this will be completely fine. well turns out THEY LIED TO ME MY ENTIRE CHILDHOOD WHEN THEY TOLD ME THAT THEY HAD GOOD CREDIT. so yeah and then she was like well our options dont go to college or go and we sell the house. and i was like are you fr FR FR cause its not like i was raised here or anything yeah sure just sell the house wheere in my room is the only time i ever feel happy.

read that back and it makes no sense but cope because im too frustrated to rewrite things right now.

ANY WHOO continuing on with another topic uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhm OH

so i got told in band class that baisically im not good enough to be in the position im in by a college music professor. which i mean like whatever nothing new. but he misgendered me too and i corrected him my peers corrected him and he just kept going. like okay??? fuck him his outfit was shit! and he just over all wasn’t the vibe. i hate whenever my director brings in guest directors its never really the coolest thing ever.

i started this writing this like two hours ago when it was still trans day of visibility but like its almost 2 am lols so yeah happy late trans day of visibilty

OKAY IM GONNA GO NOW thanks for reading or whatever whoever will eventually read these if anyone ever will.

#online diary #journal #rant #vent #wow this is long #okay bye i have to go

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escapewriter · 3 years

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pairing : yunho x reader

synopsis : yunho’s new school life isn’t as simple as it seems

genre : angst, school au, hella sarcasm tho

word count : 2.3k

warnings : lying lol, a bit dramatic too ngl

song playing : lie to me by 5sos (inspired)

a/n : i split these into two parts. the first part i wrote was early mornings or christmas at like 2am. second part i finished the whole thing at 1:30-2am. its always the time that plays a roll in these fics i swear. anyway, i guess its kinda sad? the sarcasm kinda cancels it out cuz pemdas but i hope you guys enjoy it lol. also this isnt proof read cuz i JUST finished it.

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NOTE : italics is like the events that happened and the regular font is what yunho is thinking ig lol

“Alright, I got a question for you.” Yunho turned his head on the backpack he was laying on to look up at you sitting against the wall, “Have you ever felt, ya know, loved?” There was a slight pause in the air as he sat up, leaning on his forearms while making some sort of ‘tsk’ sound.

“Ha okay okay, next question, do you think about it? Like what it feels like?” He hummed, not knowing how to answer the question. Instead, he wondered how you came up with it in the first place. Were you going through something?

“You good there? You’re not sounding too well.”

“Oh shut up, its a genuine question because I have never seen you in a relationship.”

Yunho scoffed and lied down again, thinking about how ridiculous you sound, “Okay first of all, I’ve only known you for, what? Like 2 months? And second of all, I don’t need to be in a relationship to know what it’s like to feel loved.”

“Cap. There’s a difference between family love and relationship love. And how dare you criticize our 2 month long friendship? You know I’d do anything for you.”

His ears perked up, thinking about what you would do for him. “Anything, you say?” You hummed, taking a bite out of your sandwich. “Alright then, do this for me. Anytime I tell you to lie to me or if I ask if you love me, you say ‘I love you’, and then, maybe, I’ll be able to answer your question. Simple, right?”

But it wasn’t that simple at all, because before he knew it, Yunho just dug his own grave.

Oh yeah totally, that’s already a red flag right there and he knew that but he did it anyway which was the problem. He was hoping that you would show him what it was like to feel loved, and honestly, it actually worked. But that’s not the point here.

The point is, Yunho is having a whole story narration in his head and he isn’t even talking in first person. That’s the point.

But as he continues to think - and also continues to talk in third person - maybe he should be starting from the top. Obviously that whole picture reenactment scene was how it started, but he’s going to dive down deeper. Going back to two months before that scene, so buckle up, it’s going to be a hell of a ride.

Yunho sighed, staring at the building in front of him. He wasn’t sure why his parents decided to suddenly make him move schools, he was perfectly fine with the one he was at before. He dreaded to go in as he didn’t want to ask anyone for directions to the location of the office. Gosh, making friends will be even more difficult for him.

Taking a deep breath, he managed to take the big step of walking through the gates as he made his way through the hallways, all while attempting to avoid eye contact with anyone who looked his way - except everyone was in class already. However, after roaming the hallways, Yunho managed to locate the administration office.

Okay pause. He didn’t mean to get that into detail. Come on Yunho, speed it up a bit will ya? Again with the third person, really?

After speaking with the principal and getting situated with his class schedule, Yunho was assigned a particular student, aka you. What you instructed by the principle was to get him comfortable with his surroundings and fellow classmates. You were honestly dreading this because you didn’t want to have to babysit the new kid, and quite frankly, Yunho didn’t want a babysitter either. But the universe has its ways because there you two were, just two months later, eating your lunch and talking about love.

“Woah there, what? You call that simple?” Yunho simply shrugged his shoulders without a care in the world. “Yunho, wouldn’t it be better to hear it from someone who means it?”

Well, now that he thinks about it, yeah it would, but he can’t turn back time.

“I mean, I guess but either way, it’s nice to hear it, even if it feels empty, it feels good. Ya know? Like someone appreciates you.” He didn’t know what he was saying or why he was saying it, but all he knew was that he wanted to hear it from you and only you.

Maybe that’s when he knew he started to develop feelings for you. He only wanted you to say certain things to him and only him, but he knew they were empty. And it also felt good to be impulsive for reasons like this:

Yunho called for your attention away from your phone. You looked at him as he leaned on his forearms again shooting you a smirk, “Lie to me.” You hesitated, thinking that it was wrong, but it was also something he asked you to do for him. But it wasn’t like you haven’t said those three empty words before, he just doesn’t know who YOU are yet.

You gave him a soft smile, “I love you.”

So, at that point on, it was a sealed deal for the two of you. There weren’t any dates, no gifts, no anniversaries, just plain ‘I love you’s’ that you’d only say when he asked. It was a secret that no one knew about, and there were more secrets too, but he’ll get to that later. But either way, it was stupid of him to get involved, right? Why is he asking, no one’s listening to him anyway. Just continue the story Yunho.

Time began to pass as Yunho continued to dig his hole of death.

Or just continued to fall in love with you - in case no one understood. Again, who is he talking to?

The only times you ever hung out with Yunho were during the many classes you had together and lunch. Everyone knew you were table partners and lunch buddies, but because Yunho didn’t have that many friends - or just no friends except you - he didn’t hear about any rumors of you. No one was able to warn him about you.

No, it’s not a kdrama where the main lead or second lead is the bad guy or the ‘heartbreaker’.

You were never good at love. You were good at faking it, per say, but any relationship you were in, you could never find yourself to actually fall for the other person who did. It frustrated you more than anything because all of your exes are amazing people and deserve more. But because you couldn’t feel that love spark, you just lied to them in fear of hurting them without saying those three words back. You were a liar.

But times were different with Yunho. The obvious reason that he asked you to lie to him about loving him. It felt violating because it was something you weren’t exactly used to. Sure you’ve said it many times without meaning, but this time, it was just different, and maybe you did find yourself actually putting meaning to it after some time.

But it only got worse the second your friend found out.

“You’re kidding, right?” You shook your head. “Oh my god, and you agreed?” In disbelief, your friend couldn’t process what he was hearing right now. The shock immediately vanished as an evil smirk rose onto his lips, “So just to clarify, you don’t like this Yunho dude, correct?”

Well, they didn’t call you the liar for nothing.

“No, I don’t like him.” His smirk only got wider as you tried to hide the distasteful look on your face when you heard his next words.

“Let’s make a bet. You actually get him to fall in love with you just by saying those words, but you can’t fall for him.”

“Hmm, seems easy enough.”

He laughed softly, “Well of course it is, but the only catch is that you have until the rest of the school year to do it, and that’s only what, three months?” You purse your lips, thinking about the time you had, and also the fact that you were actually going along with this.

Well one thing’s for sure, you’re a liar AND a people pleaser.

“Okay, that all?”

“Wow? Taking it on so quickly, huh? Well then, I’ll add something justtt in case. If you do fall for him, and I honestly don’t think you will, I’ll give you a pass…” You let out a breath of relief, “Only if you ghost him.” Immediately, you looked down at the table you two were sitting at. You faintly hear him call out your name, “It’s only fair. And if you don’t ghost him, I’ll tell him about the bet. Deal?”

“No reward or anything if one of us wins?”

“Well if you win, I’ll get you that antique vinyl record you said your mom has been dying for. As for me, I already get my reward if you fall for him.”

“And what reward is that exactly?”

He smiled evilly, “To see you suffer the consequences.”

Yunho did not know why you took that bet, he left right after he found out. He couldn’t stand to be in your presence or even have the patience to believe a word you said. And he had every right to. But it’s not everyday you hear someone ask another to lie about loving them. So, as he said, he just kept digging because as time continued and you two talked, he always got those three words from you.

“Do you love me?”

“I love you Yunho.”

You don’t.

“You going to lie to me today?”

“I love you.”

You still don’t.

“Okay, I’ll see you at lunch, bye.”

“Bye, I love you.”

Maybe you do. He doesn’t know anymore. Gosh, how did everything even get so messy for him? It was just a simple thing to ask; it wasn’t supposed to be like this. And to think he truly trusted your words when he confessed.

You heard Yunho call for you after the final bell. You were quickly making your way to the bus stop to head home before getting stopped by him. “I need to ask you something or, er, tell you something.” Your heart pounded in your ears as you processed nothing he was saying, only reading his lips when he said the words back to you for the first time. The ringing in your ear subsided as he looked at you with hopeful eyes, “I want you to answer me honestly. Do you love me?”

Your mind went back to the bet with your friend. You technically won but also lost, and you didn’t know what to do, so you did the opposite of what you do best, you gave him the honest truth, “I love you.”

At that time, Yunho was as happy as he ever could be, except it came crashing down the second you left to catch the bus. He, unfortunately, met your friend, who then told him everything. Honestly, he thought it was unfair how your friend didn’t play by the rules of the bet, but it didn’t matter at the time because he was hurt. Based on the rules of the bet, if you did love him, you would have to ghost him, and you haven’t, so that only means one thing, right?

Yeah, yeah he knows he shouldn’t jump to conclusions but it was a moment of weakness. He confessed, thought he got everything he has ever wanted since he transferred to that school, then immediately found out it was all lies. Oh and that’s not all, it wasn’t the bet your friend only mentioned. It was your whole reputation, and Yunho had no idea how he didn’t find out sooner about this.

Maybe he does know who he’s talking to. Himself, he thinks.

He couldn’t let this information slide, so he texted you that evening to meet up to ask you about it.

He was standing outside your gate as you emerged from the comfort of your home, “Hey Yunho, what did you want to talk to me about?”

“I know.”

You knew what he was talking about the second those words came out of his mouth. Your friend had texted you, telling you that he told Yunho, but you had thought he was playing around. Why would your friend betray you like that? No, why would you even agree to that stupid bet in the first place? But you played dumb.

“What do you mean?”

“Cut the crap, I know about the bet.”

Your heart sank as no words left your open mouth. He scoffed, “Well at least that confirms everything.” He turned to leave.

“Wait, Yunho stop.” He didn’t listen and continued to walk away from you as you quickly tried to keep up with him in the cool air. “Yunho please, just wait a second.” He stopped in his tracks, breathing heavily as you saw the warm air float into the cool night air.

Softly, he said your name, “Just lie to me, please.”

You heard his voice crack, eyes pricking with tears. “Yunho, don’t.”

Quickly on his heels, he turned to look at you, hot tears streaming down his face. He says your name again, “I asked you to lie to me, just do it.”

You hesitate, feeling weak seeing him broken and vulnerable like this in front of you, “I hate you, Yunho.”

One thing Yunho asks himself as he sits in his room, still recovering from what happened that evening, would it still be simple if none of this happened? He doesn’t know because he was an idiot for asking you to do such a thing. But then again, you were always good at lying. So who knows, maybe if the circumstances were different and he confessed, maybe you would still lie about those three words like before.

However, he can’t help but think to give you a second chance, but would it be simple?

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