#i started clapping when azz showed up

[trophygony]

fully caught up with the anime now

[princeklassen]

Pharoah Sanders & Benito Gonzales Live at The Jazz Bakery October 12th, 2019

In the Fall of 2019 I was out in LA for a few days doing a pop-up at Mohawk General Store for Tokyo / New York’s Face Records. The 2-day event was well attended and I met some great people over the weekend, but two customers stuck out because, as chance would have it, we struck up a conversation and I asked if anything was happening that evening. 

“We are going to see Pharoah Sanders perform tonight in Santa Monica”

I immediately lit up, asking if tickets were still available. I called The Moss Theater immediately and they said it was sold out, but there may be tickets if a few customers don’t show. Needless to say, I took the chance. The pop-up was done at 7, the show started at 8… Silver Lake to Santa Monica had never been traversed in such a way until that night, but I had to make it.  

I happened to be staying in Santa Monica that weekend, not too far from the performance with an old friend and former co-worker of Waterloo Records. I called her on the way to the theater and told her to meet me there and possibly stand in line if she gets there before me. She books it on a scooter, I’m hauling (J-AZZ) down the road catching a beautiful LA sunset, and we arrived seconds apart from each other. I put the car in park and my phone rings… “WE GOT TICKETS”.

The performance was a duo, Benito Gonzales on piano and Pharoah Sanders on sax. I’d never seen Pharoah in such an intimate lineup before, so I was very excited for the evening. The performance was excellent, but it was the end that made the evening even more magical. Pharoah had the crowd dancing & clapping along for his last number and when they finished the host surprised Pharoah with a birthday cake.… Pharoah then tells her that his birthday was actually tomorrow, the 13th!! While she was slightly embarrassed, we all got to celebrate Pharoah’s birthday WITH Pharoah one day ahead of schedule.

Thanks to the wonders of modern technology, I recorded audio of the full performance on my phone and tried to clean it up as best as possible for everyone to enjoy this year on what would have been Pharoah’s 83rd birthday. 

Love and miss you, Pharoah. 

[officialwittek]

pt. 3

*gif is not mine* 

word count: 2,454

8:00 am.

The ringing of my alarm clock wakes me from my sleep. I grab my phone and scroll through the notifications. I look at the time and decide to get my nails done today, I call all my girl friends and ask if they want me to set an appointment for them to. Carly, Corinna and Erin agree, Natalie and Mariah were busy at the moment. I text them to meet at the apartment and call the nail salon. Thankfully they were open for 2 manicures, 2 full sets, and 4 pedicures.

I hop in the shower and rinse off before starting to do some simple makeup. Instead of my usual falsies I just curl my lashes and put some mascara on. I get dressed in a light blue tank top, a white cropped cardigan, and black yoga flared yoga pants with my white Air Forces. I went to the front door and unlocked it so Corinna and Erin could walk right in. I made some coffee and some tea for myself. After about 15 minutes Corinna and Erin showed up. Carly finished getting ready and we hopped into my car. Carly and Erin started vlogging while I quietly sang along to the music.

We finally got there and checked in. I showed the nail technician the photo, I got a medium length coffin shape with a glitter ombre. After about 2 hours our nails were finally done and we headed to get lunch with Nat, Zane, Todd, and Jeff. We grabbed a table at Olive Garden. Jeff “coincidentally” chooses the seat next to me. Jeff and I had always been touchy with each other, so it was no surprise when he instinctively puts his arm around my shoulder. I still felt bad about the other night, but I was fed up and drunk.

“I’m sorry for being an asshole. I understand that it was sort of a dick move to kiss you while I was drunk” I whisper, he looks at me in surprise and smiles

“I got my girl back” He exclaims, hugging me tightly as I laugh

We eat our lunch in relative peace, a few loud moments here and there. After lunch with everyone we decide to head to David’s house. Jeff, Carly, Corinna and Erin came in my car. We drove to David’s house blasting music with the windows rolled down. Our 20 minute journey ended and I parked my car. Corinna, Carly, and Erin exited to give Jeff and I some time to talk.

“Listen I’m sorry about snapping at you last night. I was drunk and upset. I didn’t mean to be such an asshole. But please talk to me as soon as I put you in a situation that makes you uncomfortable. I just hate being ignored, especially by you. Do you forgive me?” I ask, holding my hands out and he quickly hugged me

“You’re right. I should’ve talked to you. It was unfair of me to leave you hanging” Jeff replies, pressing a kiss to the top of my head

“Now, I got my dick grabbers done. Let’s test it” I joke, his loud laughs ring through my car as I unbuckle my seatbelt

The two of us enter the house and Jeff quickly runs to David to tell him what I said. I knew from the wide smile slowly making it’s way across David’s face. He grabs his camera and quickly runs to me.

“Sage why are you so horny all the time? And please tell me you don’t actually call your nails dick grabbers.” He says, I shove my hand in the camera and laugh loudly

“I’m only horny for Jeff get it right bitch” I reply sassily, David laughs loudly and walks away to film some other bets

“Maybe I should make my own channel” I joke, Corinna quickly whips around and screams

“YES PLEASE!! YOU CAN UPLOAD COVERS AND EVERYTHING. I WANNA BE YOUR FIRST SUBSCRIBER” she yells, catching everyone’s attention

“I’ll literally buy you a camera right now” David says, my eyes go wide and I quickly nod

We all pile into our cars and run to Best Buy. David and all our friends walk me through everything. I grab a Canon EOS M50 camera and a tripod for now. I had music equipment at the apartment. David pays for my things as my friends endlessly talk about what kind of videos I should make. Ranging from get ready with me, vlogs when I go to the studio, covers, styling videos, and the occasional challenge. I choose to start with one cover, one get ready with me, and one vlog a week. All our friends offered to teach me everything having to do with running a successful YouTube challenge. We clear the podcast room and have a makeshift recording session. I quickly scroll through my phone and find a song. ‘Gut Feeling’ by Ella Mai ft. H.E.R

‘Something in the walls

Something in your walk looks different

Something deep inside

Got me wondering why I don't understand

Why I can't put my finger on what the fuck is up

What's missing?

You're distant, and I'm spinning...’

“I’m literally speechless because I forget you can sing” Todd comments, my friends clapping

“Private gig! Private gig!” Zane chants, I roll my eyes playfully and put my playlist of my favorite songs on shuffle

After singing for my friends for about 15 minutes we decide it’s time to get ready to go out. David thought it would be a good idea to kill two birds with one stone today, throw a party for me to celebrate me signing with a label and getting content out of our dumbasses. The girls and I squeeze into my car and head to my apartment to get ready.

“Oh my god Corinna I’m so fucking you tonight” I say, watching her try on one of my dresses

“Good, I’ve been alone for too long” she replies, I wink at her and pick out an outfit for Natalie while Carly and Erin raid Carly’s closet

“Nat this is so perfect for you” Corinna compliments, I agree with a nod and go to pick an outfit

I settle on something a little more comfortable since I’m pretty known to blackout easily. I decide on a red spaghetti strap crop top, a white pleated skirt, and my red and white old school Vans with a slightly oversized leather jacket. Natalie, Corinna, and I work on our hair and makeup. I decide on my usual look with my hair in a ponytail. After about an hour we head back to David’s to pregame.

We take shots and I’m pretty tipsy by the time we all get in David’s Tesla. I find my seat on Jeff’s lap. We loudly sing along to David’s music on the way to the club. We all get in and head to the section that David got us. Zane, Toddy, and I instantly gravitate towards the bottles already there. The loud music making me ready to act a fool for David’s vlog. After another three rounds of shots I become one with the music.

“Where the fuck am I?” I joke loudly, somehow I ended up on the floor while Zane danced on me and I smacked his ass

“Ow you bitch” He slurs, I laugh and Todd helps me off the ground

“OHH SAGE” Corinna yells, and there it is.. the familiar beat to ‘Back That Azz Up’

Corinna instantly gets behind me while I twerk on her. Everyone in our section forming a circle. I spot Natalie on the couch and I walk over to her before giving her a lap dance. David films her reaction while Jason hands her a bunch of singles. She throws it on me while I dance. The mixture of alcohol and music making me lose myself. The song ends and I’m a little sad. Although the universe instantly answers my prayers and I hear the beginning to ‘Panoramic’. This time I decide to dance with Jeff.

“You ready bub?” I ask, he looks at me nervously

“Huh? Oh my-” Jeff replies, I bend over and start dancing again

After a few seconds he quickly finds himself dancing with me as best as he can. Our friends scream as he gains confidence. He pulls me up by my neck, leaving a hand there as he pours the vodka in my mouth. I swallow and turn so Corinna can grind on me. I feel someone behind me and turn to see Natalie. The three of us forming a chain. Which we keep up depending on the song. After two hours David taps me on the shoulder

“Alright guys, let’s go back to my place. It’s getting a little stuffy in here” I nod and hand Jeff my things

I find myself in the passenger seat. Never a good thing in David’s vlogs. Somehow Zane had walked out with a full bottle of vodka and we were all passing it around. Before driving David turns his camera on and I’m too drunk to listen to reason

“David.. I’m so drunk” I yell above the music, he laughs and turns the camera so I’m more in view

“Is there anything we should ask Sage since I think she’s the most drunk here” David says, turning the music down as our friends fall quiet to think

“Sage what are your thoughts on Jeff getting a boner after you danced on him” Mariah asks, I laugh loudly and hiccup

“My thoughts? Head empty, no thoughts” I reply, they laugh and continue asking me questions

“Sage if you were a man for a day what would you do?” Jason asks, also recording me

“Dude I’d honestly try to have a threesome with Natalie and Corinna” I reply, he laughs before replying

“You try to do that now” He says, our friends laughing loudly

The car ride seems like it went on forever. Finally we ended up at David’s house, I quickly run to the fridge and grab water. Wanting to sober up a little bit because I felt too out of control of my body. I chug the water and throw the empty bottle into the recycling bin. Jeff walks over to me and hugs me from behind. I smile lazily and sway to the music David is playing.

“Can we get DoorDash please” I whine, the group instantly nods while Jeff and I walk over to the group

“Get a room you two” Carly jokes, watching me cling onto Jeff while he sat me down

“I fucking wish” I say, quietly sipping my water as Natalie takes everyone’s McDonald’s orders

I decided on a 20 piece chicken mcnuggets with sweet and sour sauce and a Sprite. I blush as Jeff’s hands find themselves on my thigh. It’s no secret that I’m high key attracted to Jeff, but it recently started becoming real that I actually have a crush on my best friend. I realize that all the girls were looking at me and my face turned bright red. They shared looks before pulling me off the couch and taking me outside.

“You have a real fucking crush on Jeff don’t you” Mariah says, the girls crowd around me as I laugh

“I need a fucking joint, yes I do ok” I confess, they scream and jump around and I can already see the guys heading out to see what all the commotion is about

“What’s going on out here ladies?” Todd asks, wrapping his arms around Natalie and Jeff came next to me and thankfully it was pitch black and he couldn’t see the blush spreading across my face

“God I need to smoke so bad what the fuck is wrong with me” I mumble, Jeff hears me and pulls a preroll out of his pocket

“Let’s go, princess” He says, asking our other friends if they want to join, Zane and Todd agree and we sit on the couch outside and smoke a little bit

After we finished the pre-roll I head back over to the girls. We continue talking and they encourage me to talk to him about it. Apparently he has an actual crush on me too. I brush them off the but the substances in my system were giving me too much courage.

“No no... I’ll think about it when I’m sober” I say, they all agree and we go back into the house

“Ok guys I think I’m gonna head out” I say, I had a few more drinks with Zane and Heath so I was back to being drunk and a little high

“You are not driving home like this” Dave says, I nod and look around. Carly left a while ago since her and Erin had a meeting in the morning and I didn’t want to disturb her because I knew I would be loud when I got home

“I’ll take her, I should head out anyways” Jeff replies, I grin and collect my things and grab a water from the fridge for the road

“Can I stay over? I miss Nerf and I can’t go to my apartment since Carly has something important in the morning and I don’t want to disturb her” I say, he nods with a big smile

“Sure thing princess. We’ll stop by the store and grab some makeup remover and face wash” He said, driving to the nearest CVS

After our quick run to the store we finally arrived at his apartment. We got in and I walk over to the fridge and get a water. I hear Nerf’s claws on the floor and crouch down. After petting him for about five minutes Jeff comes out with a shirt and some boxers. I smile gratefully and head to the bathroom.

I take my makeup off and wash my face. I change into the shirt and boxers and head out. I make myself comfortable on the couch while Jeff changes. He walks out and shakes his head

“No, your back and neck are going to be sore. Just share the bed with me” He said, I look at him skeptically but nod

“Finally, thank god I shaved recently” I joke, he laughs loudly as he shuts the door

“I’m not that tired, you wanna watch a movie?” He asks, turning the TV on I nod and let him pick while I make myself comfortable with Nerf

Halfway through the movie I start drifting off, resting my head on Jeff’s chest.

“Goodnight princess” He said, pressing a kiss to my head before turning the movie off

“Goodnight.. I love you” I mumble, not noticing the look on Jeff’s face

[blackmissfrizzle]

Dance Lessons

Pairing: black!reader x Dean Winchester

Summary: Dean gets an unexpected dance lesson and uses it on his lady.

Request:  Deanx Black!Reader. Basically the reader is teaching Dean about dancing in our culture and offers to show him the dances: (grinding, hip rollin, twerking, dutty wining/whining) after he catches her vibing out to an old school reggae song

A/N:  I’m finally back with another Dean fic! requested by @nervouspetsonanime I changed it a bit, because I didn’t know the full history and didn’t want to butcher it, I hope you like it.

Warnings: Language and mentions of smut.

“Another one,” you asked Dean, noticing his beer getting low.

He licked his bottom lip to catch the remaining alcohol on his lips, set his beer down and started to get up. “Yeah, I can use one.”

Stopping him, you pushed him back down to his seat. “No, I’ll get it. Plus, I have these,” you lowered your shirt down to show off your boobs. “I’ll get our drinks much quicker.”

Dean growled, he wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you closer to him, his usually bright green eyes darkened before they caught sight of your full lips. Biting your lower lip, he whispered against you, “Please don’t make me fight tonight. I’m too tired after dealing with that nest.”

Chuckling at his protectiveness, you gave Dean a quick peck. “Don’t worry I have all the energy if someone gets out of line, since you took some of my kills tonight.”

“I’m sorry I’m the superior hunter,” Dean joked, knowing you were just as good, probably even better than him.

“Oh really,” you cocked an eyebrow, slipping out of his grasp.

“I’m paying for that later, aren’t I?” Dean yelled, as you made your way towards the crowded bar. You mouthed ‘oh yeah’ and Dean had to shake his head for his stupidity.

Since, Eileen and Sam went back to the motel, Dean kept all his attention on you as you maneuvered through the crowd. He couldn’t help but admire the curve of your hips as you squeezed past people, your cute little smile when you said ‘excuse me’, or how the small of back showed when you had to lift your drink from spilling. Dean didn’t understand how he gotten so lucky with you, but one thing for sure he wasn’t gonna mess it up.

Waiting on the bartender to get to you, the sounds of Turn Me On filled the air and unconsciously you started moving your hips until a group of black girls pulled you into their dance circle and cheered you on. One of the girls flushed herself against you and the both of you were moving your hips in sync. You were having a blast that you forgot that you were supposed to be getting you and Dean’s drinks.

When the song was over, the girl you were dancing against introduced herself and her friends. “Girl, you got some moves! I’m Jade and that’s Sydney, Mika, and Tyler.”

“You too, I had trouble keeping up with you!” you complimented her, “And I’m Y/N.”

“Is that a creep or is he with you?” Jade pointed to a possessive Dean. He was staring you down, trying to communicate to the others that you were off limits.

Rolling your eyes at him, you responded to Jade. “Yeah, that’s my boyfriend Dean.”

She quirked an eyebrow at you and pulled you a little further from her friends. “By any chance is his last name Winchester?”

Eyeing her suspiciously, you pulled away from her a bit, getting ready for a fight if need be. “Yeah, why?”

“Girl, calm down,” she giggled at you. “Me and my boyfriend are hunters too. The combination of Dean and Y/N are famous in our community.”

Letting out a deep breath you hugged her until you forgot that she didn’t know you like that. “Sorry, its just-”

“Not that many black hunters, especially black women. Girl, its all good.” She finished your sentence for you.

***

I calmed down a bit when I saw Y/N hug the girl she was dancing with earlier. When I saw her tense up, I thought somehow a vampire got loose and it was threatening her. But now it seemed like Y/N knew the girl, but that was impossible, since she didn’t have many friends he didn’t know because of the life.

“They probably just figured out that they’re both hunters.” A black guy a couple of inches than me, but much broader interrupted my thoughts. Sticking out his hand for me to shake, he introduced himself, “I’m Lawrence Wheeler.”

“The wendingo hunter? No shit. Dean Winchester.” I introduced myself and shook his hand.

“Pretty much figured that when I saw the Impala outside and the way you kept watching everyone like they were some type of threat.”

Taking a sip of my beer I replied, “Never can be too careful.”

After that, Lawrence and I traded war stories while we waited on the girls get their drinks. He’s a cool guy and I was about to suggest we hunt together when I heard Y/N’s favorite song, Back That Azz Up, which I only knew because it was on her twerk playlist.

She looked for me and crooked her finger to come over and as always, I declined and just stood there and watched. I never knew what to do once Y/N starts twerking, so I always watch until I couldn’t take it anymore and fuck her against the nearest surface.

Lawrence nudged me out of my trance of watching Y/N’s ass work. “You ain’t gon’ dance with ya girl?”

“Nope, not much of a dancer.”

“Oh okayyy, you can’t handle all that ass she’s throwing.”

Quickly, I turned to Lawrence and I must’ve had my bitch face, because he held his hands up in surrender. “Chill out, I wasn’t staring at your lady’s ass. I just made an observation. Obviously, she can dance, and you can’t.”

Calming down a bit, I mumbled a weak yes. Disappointed that it was so obvious.

“Lemme ask you this: can you fuck? I mean like you be having your girl acting like a dope fiend for the dick.”

Smiling to myself, I just thought about how Y/N couldn’t keep her hands off me on our way to the bar and the quickie we had in the back of Baby. Hell, half the time she initiates sex and if I really wanna be picky I could say more than half because she likes to tease me until I snap.

“By that smile, I’m taking that as a yes,” Lawrence concluded and I nodded my head in agreement. “With all respect if you know how to dick her down, then you know how to dance.”

“Man, I don’t know.” I objected taking another sip of beer, watching Y/N make one cheek bounce at a time.

Lawrence moved from the side of me to directly in front and pointed at Y/N. “Look what she’s doing right now is twerking.”

“I know what the hell twerking is!”

“Did you know that twerking is the moving of the ass and whining is the moving of the hips?”

Now I’m completely confused. “Wait a minute, I thought it was all the same.”

“No, grasshopper they ain’t. Lemme teach you a little something.” He said, hitting me in the center of my chest, then wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

“Earlier what your lady was doing was called whining. That’s the moving of the hips, usually in a circular motion and mostly to some reggae or dancehall. When she’s doing that, she takes the lead, a’ight?” He looked to me to see if I understood and I nodded yes. “Good, so then all you gonna do is stand behind her, ass against crotch, and move your hips in sync with hers. Now here’s the easy part, how she’s twerking right now, she’s does all the work. All you gotta do is stand behind her and catch what she’s throwing back.”

Lifting an eyebrow, I asked, “That’s it?”

“Yep, playboy. Do it right and people will yell at you to get a room.”

It seemed easy enough. Follow Y/N’s lead and let her do all the work. Could I really do it? Could I do it without messing up?

“I’m gonna go dance with my girl. I’ll catch you before we leave.” Lawrence clapped my hand before he left to join his girlfriend.

**

Jade’s boyfriend joined us and let her dance against him. You kept on dancing with the rest of her friends, wishing Dean would join you. While you were in your groove, you felt someone grab your hips and pull you against them. Quickly, you broke his hold and turned to face the offender.

It was a drunken frat daddy who never heard of the word no. When you had the nerve to look offended, he had the audacity to grab your hips and continue dancing. Grabbing and twisting his wrist, you pulled away from him.

“Awww, c’mon don’t be like that sweetheart,” he slurred making grabby hands.

Slapping his hands away you pointed at a pissed off Dean and smiled at him. Time for him to pay up for his comment from earlier. “My boyfriend is right there and if you don’t stop he’ll kick your ass.”

“What? That old guy? Pfft, I doubt it.” Frat daddy reached behind you and smacked your ass.

You didn’t have time to react because as soon as Dean saw his hand raise, he pushed his way through the crowd to you. An all-out brawl started when Dean punched frat daddy. His fellow frat daddies didn’t approve, and they all attacked Dean.

The bartender finally finished your drinks, so you grabbed yours and leaned back and enjoyed the show. Most of the time you hated when Dean got into bar fights, but there was also, but there was also this one little caveat: Dean was hot as hell when he fights. It was something about how he moved and also his face was so damn pretty. Sometimes, you pissed him off intentionally, so you could admire him in all his glory. But your favorite part is when his shirt hitches up a couple of inches and you catch a sliver of his stomach. It was something so small but turned you on the most.

“A little help?” Dean called out, watching you enjoy your drink.

“Remember you’re the superior hunter. You can handle this.” You smiled, taking another sip. If Dean was truly needed any help you would jump right in, but the only punches that were landing were Dean’s. He was just mad that he had to get some extra cardio in.

Eventually, Dean knocked them out and they left with their tails tucked between their legs. “Not bad for an old guy.” You whispered, hiding a smirk behind your glass.

Reaching behind you, Dean snatched up his beer from the bar and chugged it. A drop escaped his lips and you reached up to kiss it away.

Dean didn’t say anything as he glared down at you and pulled your tank up to hide some of your cleavage. “Hey, he didn’t get to see these babies, it was all this ass that enticed him.” You jokingly said while twerking on Dean.

Knowing he didn’t like dancing, you were about to stop twerking on him when he pulled you back. “Don’t stop.”

Looking back, you eyed him cautiously asking him if he was sure with your eyes. In response, he tipped his head letting you know he was sure.

The song changed and you’ve never been so grateful for Ginuwine before. You didn’t want to scare Dean off by throwing it back too hard.

Wanting to keep it simple, you rolled your hips against his and as just as you suspected Dean kept up. You always knew he had it in him, Dean just got all in his head and fucked it up for himself.

**

What the fuck? I was actually getting it?! Lawerence was right, all I had to do was let Y/N do the work and everything else was a piece of cake.

I suspected she went a little slower for me, but she felt confident in me she started doing a slow twerk on me. Gripping her hips, I signaled to Y/N she could go a little faster.

She bent over some more, shaking her ass right on my dick. It reminded me of last week when I had Y/N’s purple pulled to the side and I was fucking her from behind.

Great, now I was hard. How in the hell am I gonna last?

I’m guessing Y/N could feel my hard-on because the little devil started grinding against me a little bit harder. There was no way I was lasting another song.

Finally, the song ended, and I grabbed Y/N closer. “We’re leaving.” She looked up at me with those ‘fuck me’ eyes and I knew she needed me as badly as I needed her.

Both of us looked for Lawerence and his girlfriend. They were gathering the things as well, getting ready to leave.

Catching up with them, Y/N spoke with Jade while I said my goodbye to Lawerence. “Hey man, thanks for the tip. Anytime you’re near Lebanon or need some backup give me a call.”

Lawerence shook my hand and looked behind me. “Same for you and no problem, man. It seems like it worked for you.” He noted, Y/N’s antsy look.

**

If Dean Winchester didn’t hurry up, this whole bar was gonna get a show and you were sure he wouldn’t appreciate that.

“Damn, girl he got you revved up, huh?” Jade asked, noticing how agitated you looked.

“Hell yeah! And he needs to come on!” You yelled loud enough for him to hear you.

Your voice made Dean hurry up and finish his conversation. Once he was done, you said your final goodbye to Jade and rushed Dean out the door.

Just like before you got to the bar, you couldn’t keep your hands off Dean. One hand was in his hair, the other rubbing is hard-on, your lips suckling on the skin behind his ear while he’s driving.

For whatever reason, Dean was adamant about your safety while he drives, which was hypocritical because he drove like a madman. So, gently he pushed you back into your seat, ordering you to put on your seatbelt.

“But I wanna make you feel good.” You pouted and crossed your arms like a 2-year-old.

This time Dean ran his fingers through your hair. “I promise you’ll get the chance, just be patient. If you kept on, I’ll probably would’ve driven us off the road.”

“We’re here for a good time, not a long time,” you joked. Dean shook his head at you and held your hand until y’all gotten back to the motel.

Once Dean put Baby in park, you jumped out the car and ran to unlock your room. Dean was close behind, itching to take your clothes off.

Your hands were wrapped in Dean’s shirt, mouth nibbling on his ear. “How about you show me more of those dance moves?”

Dean threw you on the bed and climbed on top of you. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m gonna show you a lot more than that.” He chuckled darkly, glad that you didn’t waste any energy with that bar fight, because he was gonna wear you out tonight.

Tags: @nerd-lovely​ @nervouspetsonanime​ @titty-teetee​ @thefaithfulwriter​

[officalkittycat1619]

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 《Naberius Kalego x Chubby Reader》

Chapter 2

-(Reader)-

After Iruma came back from the Chair Demon's office, he explained to us that the ritual will only last a year and Kalego-sensei was sent home early due to shock. I felt bad for Sensei though, I hope he's doing alright. While walking with Asmodues & Iruma to get our textbook, Asmodeus got so overly dramatic over a couple of students getting in 'Iruma-samas way" he summons his familiar to scare them away. Iruma told him that he didn't had to do that. Literally, Asmodeus is acting like Iruma's personal servant now or something. 

We managed to make it to the room where our textbooks are, but instead a green haired demon girl rolled out of the room and knocked the stacked of boxes down. The green haired demon girl went up to Iruma and started to introduce herself. 

"I'm Clara! And my right foot is Connor, and my left foot is Murf! My familiar is Falfal! See, I was trying to grab some teaching aids, but I got too excited and crashed! Hey, have some candy!" She hands Iruma some candy as she just said. 

"You see, I came to get my textbooks! But, I got carried away and crashed into it! Don't you want to crash into stuff when it's piled up like that?! You do, don't you! I'll do it again, so watch me, watch me~!" She continues excitedly as she walks over to the pile of boxes and stacks them up while singing.

"Valax Clara, she's quite known for being a weirdo." Asmodeus whispers to us. "She destroys stuff and is rather troublesome, so everyone tend to stay away from her."

"Troublesome..."

"Well, just because she's troublesome doesn't mean it hurts to be near her." I commented. One of the staff took notice that we were here so he said,"Iruma-kun! (Reader)-san and Asmodeus-kun, right?"

"Iruma, (Reader), and Asmodeus!" Clara said. "I'll leave the rest to you!" The staff said as he causes the four of us to levitate and get tied up right before being send off.

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Once we were outside, we manged to untie ourselves. Clara started to play on the until she said,"Iruma-chi! (Reader)-chan! Azz-Azz, what do you wanna play?"

"Iruma-chi?!"

"(Reader)-chan?"

"Azz-Azz?"

"I have loads." She says. A lot of equipment just appeared out of no where. Asmodeus suggested that we run for it, but I for one didn't want to. In the end, we played house and some other games with Clara for two hours straight. We were already tired as it is, but personally it was pretty fun.

 "No energy~?" Clara said to Iruma. She double tapped one of her pockets and a bottle of juice. Clara hands it to Iruma right before she double taps her other pocket once more to reveal some snacks coming out too.

Clara explains how this is her family's ability. She basically can make anything appear from her pockets. A group of guys called Clara over for some snacks which she happily did so. Clara explained that she always does this if those who she gives gifts to can play with her.  One time, the same guys asked her for some Popsicle's in return to play hide and seek. 

They told her to count fifty thousand and it took her the whole day to finish and such. I gave a concerned look. I was gonna respond back with the truth, instead she responded,"But, you guys are the first ones to properly play with me like this! That's why...." Clara twiddles her fingers. "Erm....Can I play with you again?"

"Yeah!" Iruma & I responded in unison. 

"Let's not, Iruma-sama...." Asmodeus suggested. "Don't ruined this moment Asmodeus-kun!" I muttered. 

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The next day, we played with Clara the whole. I guess she isn't a trouble maker as Asmodeus said. She's more like a chaotic child who want's someone to play with. While walking around the halls, I overheard those same guys from yesterday talking bad about Clara. As well as saying Iruma, Asmodeus, and I are still hanging out with an idiotic girl like her. That's where I draw damn line. "Hey!" 

They turned to me. One of them asked with disgust,"What you want?" "What I want is for you to leave Clara alone and to stop using her for your own selfish needs!"

They all laugh at my response. This wasn't gonna end well.

-Third person-

Clara managed to get back at the guys who would always use her. Just as the guys left, (Reader), while being a tad bruised up, saw them pass by running. She saw was just occured and smiled. "Now that's what I call pay back." (Reader) walked over to Iruma & Clara and took notice of her bruises. (Reader) explained to them that she confronted them for being mean to Clara and ended up getting into a fight. Later on, Asmodeus returns back from where he was filled with smudges on his uniform and hair.

"As ordered, I've returned after having everyone who had picked on Valac and the guys who hurt Armendaz-san promise that they 'won't mess with her again.'" He responds.

"T-thank you, Azz-kun! Erm... You went to have a talk with them, right."Iruma said. "I think Asmodeus did more than just "talking" to those demons." You muttered. "Yes! Amicably!"

By the end of the day, we continue to play with Clara and we all had fun. Although, my right arm still hurts pretty badly. I'm gonna have to put some bandages on it and make sure no one else see's it.

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I met up with Asmodeus and Clara to walk with Iruma to school since apparently we're doing this now. While waiting, Iruma walks out and we all greeted him. "Iruma-chi, morning!"

"-Iruma-sama, good morning."

"Morning Iru-kun!"

"You're so full in the morning..." Iruma said.

We all walked to the school instead of flying today. It feels pretty good for a change. We went over to the lunch area that day to eat something. Once I got my food I saw that Iruma's table was filled with food and in a instant he finished almost everything. He had such a big appetite he even tired the chef out after ordering more food. That's when we saw Clara getting trouble at the lunch areas stall. Turns out that she's already been banned due to her ability which is considered stealing.

The rest of the students started a ruckus after witnesses what going on until some said,"Silence!"

I recognize that voice anywhere. "Good grief, even though this is my first day of work after a long rest. Which idiot is causing an uproar in the middle of the day-" With one glimpse at Iruma, Kalego-sensei stood their quiet and stepped away from him. "Are you feeling better?" Iruma asked. 

"You're the only one I don't want worrying about me!" Sensei snapped. "So is that a yes or no Sensei? Because I was also worried about you too." I said. He looked at me before looking back at Iruma. I guess I'll take as a maybe. "Listen Iruma, I won't fall so low as to become your familiar. Don't get conceited thinking that you got me on a leash!"

"I-I'll keep it in mind."

He does make a fair point though. "Rather, what are you guys fussing about?" He gives one look at Clara and realized our group increased. Clara instantly jumped onto Kalego-Sensei and started to introduce herself while explaining what happen. "Uh Clara-chan I think it's best to give Kalego-sensei some personal space." I suggested. 

Just as I pulled her away from Sensei, she squirmed a bit and her hand made contact where my arm was bruised. I let out a small flinch which Sensei took notice, but quickly brushed it off. When Kalego-sensei was about to leave, Clara pulled away from me and stopped him. "Is it true that Eggie sensei is Iruma-chi's familiar?"

She persistently continue to ask Sensei to show her. "Iruma-chi, get that seal for me!" Clara tells Iruma. She told him to put the seal on his hand and clap his hands. "Iruma I don't think that's such a good-" It was already too late. Iruma clapped his hands and Sensei turned into his familiar form. "-Idea..." I face palmed.  Things went from bad to worse. The store clerk got so made about not paying the seal we ran off leaving Kalego-sensei. 

I'm gonna have to apologize to him the next time I see him. Catching our breath outside, we all began to talk about how much fun we had with Iruma. 

"T-the three of you, are my...fr-"He stood there quiet for a second. "F-friends, right?!" He spoke. Asmodeus, Clara, and I looked at Iruma with confusion. "Um, Iruma-sama, what is this 'friends' you speak of...?" Asmodeus asks.

"Is it suppose to be some kind of insult or something?" I add in. Iruma explains that friends are important people who play and eat together with you. I found that pretty fascinating actually. I guess we are his "friends" as he says we are.

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In Da’ Club

A/N: This is loosely inspired by the TV show Sister Sister. The episode where Tia and Tamera....welll, I’m sure you’ll pick up on it! ;) 

In which you, T’Challa, Erik, Erik’s girlfriend, Shuri, and someone else all set out for a night at the club. 

Words: 2432

Visuals of the ladies as follows:

In Da’ Club

“Absolutely not!”

“Y/N!”

“No, Erik!” Y/N said more forcefully. “That is a terrible idea.”

“That’s what you say about everything that I suggest!” He threw his hands up to show his frustration.

“Well then perhaps you should stop making suggestions altogether.” She shook her head and noticed a group of boys surrounding a smaller boy. “If you wanna do something, you can go help him.”

Erik dragged his eyes over to the scene and rolled them before sauntering over.

“Ya know, I for one am not always Team Erik, but he might be onto something, girl,” Deja commented innocently from her position on Y/N’s side.

“Deja…”

“Come on, Y/N.” Deja practically whined. “You were the captain of your school’s dance team in high school and led your team to nationals while in college.”

She paused. “I fail to see the relevance.”

Deja sucked her teeth. “You mean to tell me that you and your girls never went out to celebrate?” Silence. “Mmmhmmm.”

“That was different, Deja. I was younger and a co-ed. We were all trying to have a good time.”

“You make it sound like you’re an old woman. You’re 26 girl. What 26-year-old doesn’t wanna hit up the club?”

“I’m not opposed to going to the club.” She sighed. “I’m opposed to taking T’Challa with me.”

“So, we’ll leave him behind at the hotel.” Deja shrugged.

Y/N cut her eyes. “You know damn well he is not about to let me go anywhere without him at least 10 feet away, especially with you and Erik.”

Deja pouted. “What are you trying to say? That we don’t know how to act in public.”

“You don’t, Deja!”

“That is not true!”

“I have one word for you.” Y/N deadpanned. “Paris.”

“Th-those charges were dropped!”

“I rest my case.” She shook her head.

“Okay.” Deja took on a solemn expression. “I suppose we’ll just have to go by ourselves….unattended….without supervision.”

Y/N’s eyes started to widen. The last time Erik and his girlfriend had gone out, her poor fiancé had to intervene to even get them out of the damn country.

She didn’t want that kind of stress on this trip.

“Okay, fine!” She finally relented as Deja squealed loudly and grabbed her to pull her into a side hug. “But I mean it, the second you two start acting out, we are out of there!”

Deja blew out a breath. “You are no fu-what the hell is that boy doing?”

Y/N turned to look at Erik, her eyes maximizing almost immediately. “Erik! Release his ankles now!”

As Y/N ran over to stop the prince from potentially harming a minor, Deja stood there and started to think about what she would wear.

“This is gonna be fun.”

* * * * *

“Don’t leave this room, don’t leave the hotel, don’t leave the state, don’t be having nobody up in this bitch while we gone, especially no goddamn lil’ burning ass niggas-“

“What can I do?” Shuri asked with a voice full of irritation.

“Breathe,” Erik replied with 100% honesty. “But don’t be doing too much of that shit either. American air is full of pollutants and shit.”

T’Challa shook his head as he looked over at his sister. “You are free to order room service, a movie, anything to keep you occupied until we return.”

“I just can’t leave the hotel.” The teenager sassed.

“It is for your protection, sister.”

“Ya’ damn straight.”

Y/N sent the young girl a sympathetic expression. “We’ll be back-“

“I am ready to depart.” M’Baku walked into the room, his traditional attire swapped out for modern clothes.

The four adults froze, none aware that the leader of the Jabari tribe planned on tagging along.

“M’Baku, I did not realize you were coming with us.” Deja laughed nervously.

“Aw hell no, this nigga finna be barking the whole damn night,” Erik muttered as his girlfriend elbowed him in his side.

“Why would I not?” He smiled broadly. “Is the purpose of this trip not to introduce me to American culture?”

“It is,” Y/N replied. “It’s just that the club is…well…it’s a bit much to take in if you’re unfamiliar with the customs.”

“Ha. Even more reason for me to attend,” he affirmed as T’Challa sent his fiancé a way to go look.

“Alright, listen Clifford the Big Jabari Dog, ain’t gon be none of that Que whooping and hollering shit.”

Shuri snickered from her spot on the sofa. “Perhaps being stuck here won’t be so bad after all.”

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“But why do the young woman dress so provocatively?”

“Because they all hoes!”

“The gardening tool?”

“Somebody get this nigga away from me.” Erik referred to M’Baku who had been pestering the group with questions the whole night.

“M’Baku, wouldn’t you like to go dance?”

“Sure, when will it commence?”

Y/N clenched her eyes. “It has, M’Baku. That is what they are doing.”

This time, T’Challa’s interest was piqued as he looked over to the crowd. “How? They are simply gyrating with one another.”

“That’s the point!” Y/N snapped before leaning back against the plush seat. “I need a drink.” Y/N moaned as she threw her head backward.

“Of course, my love. Would you like some water, apple cider, or maybe a carbonated beverage?”

Had the music not been so loud, the group would have heard her whimpering.

Erik looked over at Deja who was taking a picture for Snapchat before he snatched the phone out her hands.

“What the fuck?” She hit him on his arm. “Give me back my phone, Erik!”

“You best not be talking to no niggas.” He warned while going through her friend list.

“And if I am?” She sucked her teeth, grabbing her iPhone out his hands.

“Ask one of them to get your ass back to Wakanda.” He shot easily. “We’ll see how far that gets you.”

“Man, whatever Erik.” She blew off his threat and stood up. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s go dance.”

The queen to be froze momentarily. “I don’t know….”

“You should dance, little one.” M’Baku encouraged. “Go join the rest of the hoes in their merriment!”

“Deja, wait up.”

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Y/N did not realize how much she had missed her electric nights out at the club from her college years. No, it wasn’t the club itself that gave her a buzz but rather the idea of letting loose and having fun that gave her a high.

She’d only been on the floor for two minutes when the DJ decided to transition into throwbacks, the sound of “Bring it Back” taking her to a time where she used to dominate the dance floor.

She and Deja danced with each other, twerking and all, not caring about the stares and occasional phones she saw that were recording the interaction.

She knew she’d probably be on the blogs the following morning but honestly did not care. She truly was having a good time.

“Sex on the beach, please.”

“Make that two,” Deja added on as they took a break and sat by the bar. “Girl, I knew you still had it in you.”

Y/N cheeks tinted red. “I suppose I did not realize just how…closeted I've become compared to my college days.”

“See what happens when you party with Deja.” She teased. “Ya’ bitch wanna party with Deja.”

“Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari,” Y/N finished the line while running her hands over her sequined dress. “Diamonds all over my body.”

The two laughed and thanked the bartender as he brought them their drinks. They continued to joke around until the glasses were finished, prompting the young women to revisit their significant others in the VIP section.

“Come dance with me,” Y/N pouted while plopping down on top of her fiancé.

T’Challa chuckled, smelling the alcohol on her breath. “Did you enjoy your drink?”

“If I say no, will you dance with me?” She proposed, wrapping her arms around his neck and speaking against his temple.

“This is your element, not mine.”

She started to glare when another thought crossed her mine.

“These hoes ain’t loyal,” M’Baku spoke with uncertainty at first before finishing the statement with confidence.

“You got it!” Erik clapped and nodded his head with glee. “Maybe there’s hope for your M’Baku the giant looking ass yet.”

“You ain’t right.” Deja shook her head and grabbed Erik’s hand. “Let’s go.”

He raised his brow. “Now you wanna dance with a nigga?” A beat. “Naw ma’. Better go call Whitney.”

“She’s dead.”

“Not my problem.”

Deja groaned and pulled on him. “Come on, Erik.”

“What’s in it for me?”

She smirked and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “If you dance with me now, I’ll dance on you tonight when we get back to the room.”

The prince grew smug, slowly standing up as he allowed her to lead the way. “This why I keep your fine ass around.”

Similar to Deja, Y/N also promised her lover a night of intimate trysts, effectively getting him on the floor.

She smiled as T’Challa correctly gained a firm grasp on her hips, pulling her ass against his crotch. She looked over her shoulders to give him a bit of advice. “Just stay with me.”

As if on cue, “Walk It Like I Talk It” by Migos started playing. Erik, of course, knew exactly what do do, guiding Deja as she moved against him, the two sneaking in sloppy, drunk kisses.

T’Challa took a moment longer to catch on, but even his fiancé was shocked when he started reciprocating her actions, adequately matching her sensual movements.

Several songs played that had the whole club hype. Even M’Baku had attracted a dance partner, the monolithic warrior in pure bliss as a gorgeous woman with flawless chocolate skin and a plump ass twerked on him.

However, the crowd went completely ballistics at the sound of one iconic line:

Cash Money Records taking over for the '99 & the 2000

Everybody started piling in on the dance floor, even the ones who were readying to head out turned around when Back That Azz Up filled the room.

Deja and Y/N held nothing back as they danced with Erik and T’Challa, the future queen of Wakanda moaning when her man started to whisper all of the things he planned to do to her when they got back to the hotel.

“Maybe we should go out more often.” She whispered as he started sucking on her neck, her head bobbing to the side. She was about to shut her eyes when something, or rather, someone caught her attention. “Shuri?!”

“Shuri?”

Fuck

T’Challa immediately stopped his assault on her neck, his head snapping around to look for signs of his little sister.

Y/N returned her eyes to where the scientist was and sure enough, there was Shuri, laughing, dancing with….her boyfriend?

What the hell was he doing there?

“You saw Shuri?” T’Challa demanded of her as Y/N struggled with a response.

“I-uh-“

“Shuri?” Erik chimed in as Y/N realized shit was about to get real. “I know lil’ bit don’t have her fast ass up in here.” He growled. “Where she at? Imma kill that girl!”

“Perhaps it was someone who just looks like her?” Deja suggested.

Y/N said nothing because she knew that was not the case, especially since she also saw D’Kar.

“Where did you see her?” T’Challa pressed, his voice alluding that he was not about to accept anything other than the truth.

“She-it was-“

“Y/N!”

“Fuck that,” Erik grunted before making his way through the crowd, not that anyone was trying to stay in his path.

“What the hell is he doing?”

Deja, T’Challa, and Y/N watched in horror as he hopped up on stage and grabbed the mic from the DJ.

“Fuck you looking at me like that for?” He hissed as the disc jockey dropped his judgmental gaze in less than a second. “It’s not like you all that good anyway. Got the nerve to play some goddman Boom Boom Pow after the legendary Juvenile. Man, get your anorexic, Mr. Brown looking ass up off this stage before I Uncle Phil you off.”

The man wasted no time in running off the stage as he Erik beat on the mic.

“Now I’m only gonna say this shit once cause you know who you are,” he started. “And you know damn well you ain’t got no business being up in here with grown folks.” The crowd was clearly mumbling amongst themselves, no one brave enough to try to interrupt the livid man up on the stage. “And I should out your sneaky ass, but I won’t cause a nigga nice like that.” A beat. “But I swear to Bast, you got till the count of three to get the hell up out of here before I turn this bitch inside out.” He held up one finger. “One-“

He didn’t even get a chance to count any further because a surprisingly large group of people started heading for the exit.

“Sthandwa sam-“

Y/N sighed loudly. “I’m on it.” She shut her eyes opening them back up to reveal that they were completely white. Thick, dense, and barely visible fog filled the club as partiers struggled to see, unable to make their speedy retreat.

Of course, there was one person who could still see. In fact, Shuri happened to be one of the first people that he located.

He politely marched over to her as she looked over at him with nothing but nerves.

“Sister.”

Shuri gulped. “Brother, fancy seeing you here.”

“Is that the nigga?” Erik shouted from atop the stage noticing the young man standing beside Shuri was surprisingly managing a brave face.

Y/N groaned and thought of something. “Wait a minute….where’s M’Baku?”

The leader of the Jabari tribe was nowhere in sight, absent from the spot they had last seen him.

“That nigga like eight feet tall, he can take care of himself.” Erik scoffed while hopping off the stage. “You, however, done fucked up.” He spoke while marching toward

“Erik no-“ Shuri tried to stop him from charging at D'Kar by standing in front of him. “It’s not his fault. It was my idea to come here.”

“Well, you are leaving. Now.” T’Challa demanded, the ire radiating off his solid build. “And as far as you,” he turned to D’Kar. “This matter will be resolved.”

“Damn straight it will,” Erik spoke once again. “Soon as I kick your motherfucking ass.”

“Erik, no!”

Perhaps the club wasn’t such a good idea after all.

[cybrfang]

Bar Herping And Derping

Chapter 1 – the correct place to start. So you were at the bar, listening to Summertime Sadness in October, like what the fuck it’s not even summer? Anyways, Ron Swanson leaned into you and asked, “Want another dry martini?” and you looked at him in disgust. “Yes,” you roared. In a jiffy, he made the dry martini and pushed it across the countertop in a jiffy. You sat there, bobbing your head to the dulcet tones of Lana Del Rey’s summertime sadness. Then, all of a suddenly, Anakin Skywalker came up to you. “Hey, would you mind scooting over so that me and my girlfriend can sit at the bar together? She’s is bregant. I would appreciate it,” he asked. You rolled your eyes. “Stop fucking hitting on me, you sick pervert. I knew you donnot have a gf.” You turned around and walked away, muttering under your breath, “God, I wish I wasn’t so hot. This happens all the time.” The music started pumping through my veins. Even though it wasn’t summer I loved this song. I started sing along with the lyrics. I didn’t even realize the spotlight was on me until I finished and everyone was staring at me. I thought they were all going to laugh, but I was surprised when they all started applauding. “Oh my gawd stowp it!!!” she whimpered, turning red and hiding behind her hands. (Y/N) was wearing purple trip pants, silver metallic doc martins, elbow fishnets, and a black cami with um with uh oh PEIRCE THE VIEL on it. I found the palest shade of foundation at claires. Purple glittery eyeshadow, I did my eyebrows so dark and pointy that like it would hurt if you pointed at them lol. My lips were lined with dark azz red, aand inside was like a black that matched my soul/, everyone loved it. I did my hair hair long neon yellow for the night and it reached my butt. My eyes were wearing their own contacts. They looked like a sharingan. Cool right?! I had the best figure. Kinda like Rush Limbauge. Cuz I’m out here lookin like a ten (That was a little thing for all my Brendiun stanz lollll ;3) (A/N) You look so god oh my gawd I wish I looked like that.

I sat down at the back. That’s when he walked in. “Oh my good I love this song.” I continued dancing. I felt a hand on my waist. “Oh… forward are we?” I didn’t yell at this person because I had a headache and they felt so right. All the suddenly I turned around and it was fucking Daniel RAD\cliff . But I played it cool because I was cool. When all the sudden he leaned and kissed me. “Want to go to the bar and get a drink?” She asked, with his lips against hers. “Okay.” He yelled. We walked to the bar and got two whiskies from Ron Burgandy. He gave me a thumbs up as he saw who I was walking with, because he’s secretly gay. I wrapped my hand around draco’s puurtectively. Because no barman was going to steal ma boyfriend, or I would slity ma wristys. Daniel laughed, “It’s okay, I won’t leave you. Because I love you.” “How?” she asked. “I’m ugly and nobody thinks I’m attractive. They all yell at me and think my singing Is bad.” Daniel shook his head. “It’s not bad because I own this bar… and I’ve been listening to you sing here every night. I’ve been waiting to get the courage to talk to you, because I’m actually really scared.” Daniel leaned in, I thought he was going to kiss me but actually he looked down at my boobs. “You know what I just noticed? You've got big old biddys like Grandma Tsunade.” He smiled and touched one. I blushed and smiled. “You’re such a pervert Daniel-san. Stop it lol.” Daniel leaned into the barman and asked for a drink. “What do you want?” Ron Weasley asked. “A whisky please.” Daniel winked. (Y/N) wrinkled her nose. She didn’t like alcohol, but for him she would let it go. They sat at a table together, Daniel with his whiskey and me with my orange juice. “So how many times do you come her?” He asked me. “Oh this is my first time really.” I replied. I hated bars and people. “Oh well do you know that I was Harry Potter? And this dude in this movie called a man in black, and also this guy with horns, as well as a dude who infiltrated Nazis, and this dude holding a gun?” I nodded, “Also you were in a play and showed your dick while you fucked a horse. I’m part horse, and all levels except physical I’m on crack. Haha just kidding.” Daniel laughed and pulled out a bag. “I actually am on crack.” (A/N) Me: O MG don’t you think guys on hardcore drugs are soooooo hawt! Daniel: I’m not actually on anything you know.. Me: owo shert up I know lol, but didn’t you drink a lot in filming and screw your fans? Daniel: Can we not talk about this please? Me: SHERT UP!!! XD

Daniel looked back at me after snorting his coke and I finished smoking pot because I really like it. “DO you want to fuck?” I asked… “Wait lemme call my friend real quick.” He dialed his friend. “Hey Jensen Ackles who voiced Madara Uchiha I’m about to make looove to Mercury Bob The Muppet. BYE HOE!” I tilted my head, apparently Jensen also loved me But I don’t love him. Daniel nodded and pulled me close to him and took off his shirt he didn’t care that we were in a bar. I liked that about him. I was nacked and on top of him, ignoring  all the guys watching because having sex in public is so hawt. He put his thingy inside my thingy and we did it. “Daniel you just took my virginity I love you!” I was orgazaming. It felt amazing. Daniel started crying, “(Y/N)… my love… my sweet… baby. As I’m fucking your pretty pink pussy ((A/N) see I’m not afraid of that word!! X3)) and take your virginity I finally realized that… I love you.” She grabbed her boobies and moaned, “OH YES HARRY YES! FUCK I LOVE YOU TOO!” She whispered. “Will you marry me?!” Daniel had tears going down his face sexily as he cummed in me with his hard pulsing member. “Oh my fcking god my scar hurts.” I put on my clothes and cried. He also put on his clothes. Everyone was clapping. “Yes Daniel I do!” “SO is that how you met mommy Daddy?” “Yes son and daughter… that’s how we met.” THE END! //////OH MY GAWD DID YOU LIKE IT?!! Aghhh that lemon in the end kept making me blushing and it was so hot. I love Daniel Radcliffff he is soooo hot. MMM Okay bye guys!! I will not post until I get 5 good reviows.

Okay please don’t actually hurt me this is a crack!fic